"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... I thought it was pretty funny to see my s****r with my jism on her face. She didn't. &#034You jerk!&#034 she yelled, and stormed out of my room in a huff to wash up. I slept pretty well that night, I can tell you, and was looking forward to the many blowjobs to come. The next morning, I waited until both our parents were out to work, then went to knock on Faith's door. She didn't answer. After one more try, I just opened it, but she wasn't there. She wasn't anywhere else in the house, either. Annoyed, and with a morning hard-on, I phoned her. &#034What do you want, Mark?&#034 she said. She must have known it was me from the display. &#034Where are you?&#034 &#034I'm at Sally's house. We're going to listen to music.&#034 &#034I'm sure that sounds like fun,&#034 I said, &#034but I've got a boner and want a blow job.&#034 &#034What? That's not fair.&#034 &#034Sure it is. The bet was that you'd give me a blowjob every time I want one. Not every time I want one and you happen to be home.&#034 &#034So I'm supposed to be ready every time you...&#034 she didn't finish the sentence. I could hear others in the background talking faintly, so she was probably worried she would be overheard. &#034That was the bet you agreed to. Don't blame me, blame Samuel L. Jackson.&#034 The other line was silent for a long time. &#034I can't believe you're making me do this.&#034 &#034Quicker you get over here, the quicker you'll be done. I'll be waiting for you in your room.&#034 I hung up. I was ...

... being a jerk, but I really liked the idea of having her at my beck and call. This deal wouldn't last forever, so I thought I'd better exploit it while I could. She came up to her room about five minutes later. Sally only lived just up the block and across the street. She shook her head at me and said, &#034Come on, whip it out, I want to go back.&#034 &#034I don't know,&#034 I said. &#034I might not be in the mood anymore. But I might be in the mood in an hour...&#034 She sprinted over to me and pushed me back, but she had a playful expression on her face. &#034You're lucky I'm doing this at all. I should go tell Mom and Dad on you.&#034 But from her look, I had no worries she actually would. That never happened anymore. By an unspoken agreement, we handled our problems ourselves. I gave up the pretense of disinterest, though, since I really did want the blowjob, and pulled out my cock. She really seemed to want to rush this job, but that had the effect of making everything she did filled with more enthusiasm, although she slowed down halfway through to pull out her phone when it began vibrating. She stopped moving her head to read from the display and, without taking her lips off my cock, typed out a text message reply. I would have loved to have read that one. &#034cn't tlk now, sucking b*o's cock&#034. When she finished replying, she went back to a more intensive sucking. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but pretty soon I had to tell her I was ready. She didn't pull off ...