"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... defend my honor. There's two things girls should not doubt about men, their sexual stamina, or their ability to eat. Both will inspire boasts and offers to prove them wrong. &#034This? I could eat this in ten minutes easily!&#034 &#034No way,&#034 she said. &#034Maybe if you were starving, but...&#034 I interrupted her. &#034I AM starving. I ate, like, a whole hour ago.&#034 &#034You just think you're hungry. Once you start eating, you'll feel full again and you won't be able to eat more than a slice or two.&#034 &#034I think I know my own body. I've got more than enough room.&#034 &#034Wanna bet?&#034 she said. My ears pricked up. &#034What? That I can eat this whole thing? That's a sucker bet.&#034 &#034No, that you can eat it all in ten minutes.&#034 That would be a little harder, but I knew I could be up to it. &#034Fine,&#034 I said after a moment's thought. &#034What do you want to bet?&#034 She hesitated, seemed to take a few seconds to think while she `Ummm'ed , and then, while I was getting some cola from the fridge, finally suggested, &#034If I win, you have to be my chauffer for a month.&#034 I slammed the fridge door and looked back at her, surprised. In our last wager, we'd already established that a week of blowjobs was a fair wager against one month. To propose the same thing was practically daring me to make the same type of bet. My previous doubts were gone, my theory back in full f***e. I decided that she must want it after all. She was only looking for an ...

... excuse. She sounded so sure of herself, but she must have known she was going to lose. I don't think I've ever eaten a pizza that fast before, but I've fast-eaten other things. And since she was practically daring me to make the bet another round of blowjobs, I wondered how much I could push it. &#034Okay,&#034 I said. &#034But if I win, you have to let me watch every time you masturbate. For a month.&#034 She wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes. &#034You're a fucking perv-o. What makes you think I even masturbate?&#034 I was pretty sure of myself at this point, but the question did bring up something I hadn't considered. She could get out of it by refusing to masturbate. Girls were supposed to be able to do go without longer than boys. If she needed an excuse, I'd better give her a good one. &#034Then you'll have to try, at least...&#034 I pulled a number out of my hat. &#034Ten times. And you have to have ten orgasms, or we go on to the same deal next month.&#034 If I won, it would guarantee me something to see, and I was sure that once I got her masturbating in front of me, I could push her into more. I held my breath, waiting for her to decide. &#034Fine,&#034 she said. &#034You're losing this time anyway. I saw what you had for lunch. There's no way you can eat that in ten minutes.&#034 We shook on it. I don't think I need to tell you who won the bet. It wasn't quite as easy as I thought. Not because I was too full to pack it all in there, but because she insisted that ...