Want to Bet? - Sex Stories

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... Billy, he knew you had fired his friends Chuck and Malik. We knew you guys hang out here and Kate brags about playing pool all the time. You may not know us well, boss man, but everyone at the factory knows you. So we hatched a plan. By the way, that whole video for welching insurance, hahaha, I could barely keep it contained when I was making that. If by some magic Sal had fucked up and you had won? There is noooo way I would have been doing this." We watched Kate going about the punishment like she did all other things, competitively. Once she had decided to do it, she wanted it done. She was bobbing and jerking on the cock like a maniac, trying to get done as fast as possible. The man tensed and she gulped his seed, not losing a drop. "Excuse me a sec," Jen said politely.

She hopped on the stage and reached Kate as the last of Bucky's regulars was dropping his pants. "Kate, how many cocks have you sucked so far?"

"Three."

"Say it. Use a complete sentence since you're so smart."

"I've sucked three cocks so far," said Kate through clenched teeth.

"How many have gone down your throat?"

"Huh?"

"The part of the bet you came up with? When every cock that wants to get wet has been down your throat?"

"Um, three?"

"Bullshit. None. From now on, you're not finished until your nose has been buried in their pubes with their balls on your chin. Got it?" Kate looked down and nodded.

"How many loads have you swallowed."

"Three. I've, um, swallowed three ...

... loads."

"Bullshit. I haven't seen you swallow any! From now on you have to open your mouth, stick your tongue out and after they come, show me how much before you swallow."

As Jen left the stage she had one more command as she glared at Late with a wicked grin, "Rat, two hands on the bottle and move it in and out at the exact speed and depth you suck."

Jen plopped down in the chair beside me. "That should slow her down a bit."

Kate moved her head tentatively on the new cock in her mouth, trying to figure out a rhythm. With both hands on the bottle she could no longer hold the dick she sucked. She couldn't jerk it or regulate how far her lips travelled down the shaft. Matching the bottle speed and depth in her cunt to the speed and depth of the cock in her mouth was proving to be difficult. She couldn't suck nearly as fast, as Jen had predicted.

"Where were we, Davey? Oh Yeah. So, we hatched a plan. I mean, kind of a plan. Sal is a friend of Tom's." Sal waved as I looked at him. "Oh, did I mention he's a professional pool player?"

"What? If he's a professional, how did he miss so many shots?"

"He did it on purpose. We lost the first game on purpose. I was so pissed, I wanted to see if she'd try to bet anything else. Then, every time he missed, she had no shot. Uh, it was so awesome watching her get so pissed. When she scratched on the eight, hahaha, he totally set her up to do that. Then he even warned her! The game you won when he didn't get a shot, that ...