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"Wanna Bet?"
Date: 1/14/2016, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
... "No!" she moaned, her eyes wide. She threw the controller down. If it hadn't been aimed at the couch, it might have broken from the f***e of the throw. "How could I have missed that?" "Maybe you wanted to," I suggested. "Don't be stupid, of course I didn't want to. What kind of sick person would want their b*****r to do stuff like that to them?" Her eyes welled up a little, but I knew she could cry on demand. "You just psyched me out, that's it. I got freaked out about losing and I played like shit." I had no sympathy. I'd given her enough chances to win her way out of it. "Whatever. I won." I patted my leg. "Why don't you bring my winnings over this way." She slid over to me, head down, but hopped onto my lap. I leaned back and pulled her with me, running my hands over the exposed areas of her body, her legs, arms, and belly. Then I slid my hand underneath the shirt and up to her chest, fingers ducking beneath the bra. I squeezed her developing breasts firmly, getting a good fondle of each of them in turn, as my other strayed down to undo the button on her shorts. It popped open, and then I had one hand playing with a nipple, the other rearranging her pubic hair as she leaned back into me. She took it passively, not complaining, but not engaged, either. As I slid my left hand lower into her slit, I felt how moist she'd become, further reinforcing my belief I'd interpreted things correctly. If she didn't want it, she'd ...
... be bone dry, and if she was bone dry, I don't think I would have pressed her. Instead, I rubbed, my fingers attracted by the wetness, seeking out the hole it came from. When they reached the source, I stuck two inside and curled them. Her butt was nestled up against my crotch, and she must have felt my erection pressing up against her, but she didn't complain about that, either. She just accepted it, letting me do whatever I wanted. I knew then it would only be a matter of time before I fucked her. I probably could have done it that day, if I pushed hard enough, but I wanted to take it slow, ease her into it one step at a time, and tease her a little. My secret goal was to get her to beg me for it, but if she was so fucked up that she needed to lose bets to get what she wanted, I doubted I could hold out long enough for that. If I couldn't have her beg, I was at least determined to leave her wanting more. I kept up a steady pace of stroking and fingering, until I thought she was getting close to the edge of orgasm country. When she reached that point, I withdrew my fingers, now soaked in her juices, and lifted her off my lap with both hands. "Okay, that's enough." She stared at me uncomprehendingly. "What?" "That's enough for now. You can go." I picked up the game controlled, and started a new game, a single player round of tanks, pointedly pretending to ignore her. After a few seconds, she got up, and walked away on unsteady, rubbery legs, towards her ...