A Betting Gal: Shannon - Sex Stories

A Betting Gal: Shannon

The last time Duke and North Carolina played, Allie and I placed our usual bet - winner gets to tell the loser what to do for an entire day. Duke won on a buzzer-beater so I decided to get a little payback for Allie’s bullshit the previous season. You see, she had me whisper “I just hate wearing panties” in my sluttiest voice to an older guy at the bar. I’m no prude but it was kind of humiliating. So when Duke won, I finally had my chance to get her back and raise the stakes. You could say things got a little out of hand. If you haven’t already, you should check out Allie’s story. So that brings us to the game that ended just seconds ago. Carolina manhandled Duke, winning by double digits. It was never really close and with each passing second I felt the dread of what was to come washing over me. We watched in absolute silence - a rarity for two big fans. Allie just had this shit-eating grin on her face the entire time. She had been waiting for this moment. It had been a month since I had invited strangers to our apartment to watch her embarrass herself with a little striptease. I lost my mind in some sort of sexual haze and ended up telling her she had to suck and fuck each of them. I’d never seen anything like it. I should have stopped it but I just kept pushing her further and further, watching as these two boys, really, had their way with her taut, little body causing her to cum over and over. I fingered myself to about three orgasms that night just reliving the moment in ...

... my mind. It wasn’t until the next morning I realized what I had done. We talked it over and as pissed as she was to begin, she admitted it was the hottest experience of her life and that she would have her revenge eventually. Well, it looked like that revenge was going to happen sooner than I had hoped. I suppose this has always been a fault of mine - never thinking of the future consequences of my actions. Maybe she would invite Donny and Joe back to the apartment for Round Two. Things could be worse, I suppose. I haven’t gotten laid in months. Although, I know as an attractive female, this is more my fault than anything. I’ve just been busy with work and didn’t have time to meet anyone - I don’t do one-night stands. “Put your shoes on, Shan. We are taking a ride,” Allie said, snapping me out of my daydream. “Huh?” I replied, “It’s 11pm and a Thursday. We can start this shit tomorrow. I have to work in the morning.” “I don’t think I was asking a question,” She shot back, “You made your bed, now sleep in in it. Put some shoes on. You don’t need to change out of that hoody and sweatpants. We aren’t going anywhere special .” I knew what I had to do. After what I made her do last month, I totally deserved this. We were both pretty embarrassed last time, so I was hoping she would just take it easy on me and end this before it turned into a cold war with nothing but mutually-assured destruction in the future. I grabbed my purse, pulled on my Uggs, and waited by the door for Allie ...