A Betting Gal: Allie - Sex Stories

A Betting Gal: Allie

... and glared at Shannon with a look of confusion. She winked. “You must be Donny!” She said to skinny guy, “I didn’t know you were bringing a friend, how nice! I’m Shannon and this is Allie! Allie be polite and invite them in.” “Uh, hi,” Donny muttered, “This is Joe. I brought him because I heard stories about these Craigslist hookups. Didn’t want to get jumped or nothing.” Craigslist?! Hookups?! What the fuck is Shannon doing?! “You boys want something to drink? We have vodka, wine, beer, whatever…” Shannon offered. “Nah, we’re good. We don’t have a ton of time so maybe we can get just started,” Donny said. “I think that’s a great idea Donny! Allie, why don’t you show the boys what you put on underneath that shirt just for them!” Shannon told me sternly, in a tone that surprised me and reminded me that “no” was not an option without having to say it. I glared at her, looked sheepishly back at the guys and took a deep breath. Alright, Shannon. You win. This was humiliating but I was going to own it – she’ll get hers after the next game. I slowly pulled off the shirt and let it drop on the couch, giving them a little twirl so they could see my lace encased tits from all angles. “Donnie, Joe, why don’t you have a seat? Allie, lose the jeans. Chop chop.” Shannon told us. The guys sat on opposite ends of the couch. I decided to give them a show and sat down between them, leaned back and shimmied my jeans off. I stayed put, crossing my legs like it was the most natural thing in ...

... the world – sitting between two strangers in my sluttiest lingerie. I saw what I was doing to Donnie. His sweatpants were beginning to tent up a little in the front. This was strangely exciting. I may end up bringing someone home tonight when we go to the bar! I stood up and gave Shannon a look like we’re done here right? Let’s get these creeps out of here and hit the bar. “Allie, bend over the arm of the couch on Donny’s side and see what he has hiding in those sweatpants,” commanded Shannon. “What the fuck? N…” “No? Were you about to say ‘no’?” “Shannon, you can’t be seri…” She just stared. “You agreed to this.” The way she said it implied I had explicitly agreed to touching a stranger’s penis in our living room. “Now get to it.” I listened. I don’t know why. I could have stopped. I just didn’t. Maybe I didn’t want to yet. I leaned over the arm and Donny shifted so his crotch was right in front of my face. I pulled back the waistband of his pants and boxers at once. His dick popped out, already hard as a rock. It was about 7 inches long and somewhat thin – bigger than I expected. Still bent over, I started stroking him up and down and his breathing sped up. This will be easy. There is no way he’ll last two minutes like this. The second that thought crossed my mind, he put his hand on my head and pushed my mouth towards his cock. Shannon’s words ran through my mind, No is not an option. I opened my mouth and put the first two inches in my mouth and sped up my jerking. “Holy ...