"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... smelling her scent on my fingers. It was two days before Faith came for me again. I had to work both days, so I don't know if she would have come otherwise, but the first morning I was free, she found me and told me, &#034I'm going to touch myself again. But you have to promise.&#034 I acted innocent. &#034Promise what?&#034 &#034No touching me.&#034 &#034You seemed like you enjoyed it last time.&#034 &#034I didn't. It was nasty,&#034 she said softly. In certain tones of voice, nasty sounds more like a compliment than a complaint. This one was too close to call. I remembered vividly the feel of her hand, directing mine. &#034So nasty that you came. Right.&#034 &#034Do you want to watch, or not? Because if you don't, I'm counting it as one anyway.&#034 That power play wasn't supported by the rules of the bet, but I followed her to her room anyway. She had the mood set already, and so without any ceremony, she just laid down and stripped, this time getting all the way nude. She also had a chair set up, a few feet away, close enough that I could get a good look but far enough that I couldn't easily reach. I took the invitation. Perhaps to prevent me from becoming too inspired to want to touch her breasts or pussy again, she laid on her stomach and grinded against her hand from above, leaving little space for me to slip a hand in. Her head was turned towards me, staring. I focused on watching her ass bobbing in the air, and the hand buried underneath. After watching her do ...

... herself for some time, I had to touch something. I pulled my dick out and began to stroke it again. &#034I told you,&#034 she said. &#034If you're going to jack off, I'm stopping. That's not part of the bet.&#034 &#034You don't seem to understand,&#034 I said. &#034Watching you like this is incredibly hot. I've got a boner and I've got to take care of it one way or another. If you stop every time I jack off, then you'll be stopping every time. And if you don't get your cums in this month, we start over again next month.&#034 She was resigned to her defeat. &#034Okay. But no touching me.&#034 I agreed, and stroked myself slowly as she rubbed her pussy from below and sometimes outright humped her hand. She never kept her eyes off me, and most of the time it wasn't on my face, but on my cock. When it was getting close, I stoop up, walked right up to her bed, pointing my dick at her mouth. &#034Mark! I said no touching.&#034 &#034I'm not touching you,&#034 I said, and continued to pump my hand up and down on my dick. &#034I'm about to cum, but I'm not touching you.&#034 I had a flashback to times when we were very young and I would torment her by doing everything short of touching her, so she couldn't tell on me. &#034But you're going to spooge on me!&#034 &#034But I'm still not touching you,&#034 I said. &#034If I cum, I cum. If you don't want to get messy, you could always put it in your mouth. I don't mind if YOU touch ME.&#034 She stared at my throbbing cock without speaking. I ...