Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... didn’t want her to know that. “Does it count as blackmail if you agree to it in advance? More like… what do they call it, collateral.” She laughed. “Oh, I get it,” she said. “You mean like I tell you my deepest darkest secret? And if I lose and don’t fulfill my part of the deal, you’ll tell.” I shook my head. “No, you could always deny it later. It would have to be a smoking gun. Like, if I had pictures of you doing stuff.” She interrupted me. “What kind of stuff?” “Stuff you wouldn’t want out there. Say… ten pictures, anything I want. If we do the bet, I’ll delete them after it’s done. If we never go through with it, I’ll delete them too. But if I win and you try to chicken out, they get sent to everybody you know.” She bit her lip, considering this new suggestion. “What kind of pictures do you have in mind?” she asked finally. “I haven’t decided yet. Nude at the very least. Maybe a couple good shots of you sucking cock or being fucked.” I shrugged, starting to get into the idea. It would practically like a test run of her being my slave anyway, and I was sure I that I could either get her to balk by the end of it. She must have seen the trap. “Only if it’s stuff that doesn’t involve anybody else,” she said. “And that doesn’t hurt.” That lowered my odds of spooking her a little, but I was sure I could think of something suitably embarrassing that would make her back down. “We haven’t actually made the bet yet. So you can say no at any time, and we’ll just forget the whole ...

... thing. Any pictures I’ve taken will get deleted right away, if we ever decide not to go through with the full bet.” She nodded. “I can trust you to actually get rid of them, right?” “We may not technically be betting yet, but it’s still part of a bet.” That should have said it all. “You know how I am about that shit, I take it very seriously.” Lara let out a sigh, like she wasn’t sure about it but she was willing to go along with it. “Okay, fine. Ten pictures. When do we start?” “Not now. I need some time to think about it.” I checked the time on my phone and started to push myself off the couch. “And I should get going anyway. I’ll call you. Thanks for the fuck.” “Mm. Thanks for the ride.” I didn’t even think to make a joke and ask which ride until I was out the door. I had other things on my mind. At home, nobody was there. Faith went to a friend’s house after school… it was part of the reason I chose to visit Lara that day. Our timing was in synch, though… I only had the place to myself for about fifteen minutes before she came in. I looked my s****r over as she started putting her things away neatly and thought about what I’d just agreed to do. Faith’s only thirteen, and looks it, a small, lithe body. She was short, but with her small frame and the way her long, skinny limbs extended off her, she gave the impression of being tall. It was only when you got close that you realized she was smaller than you thought. Faith doesn’t have much in the way of breasts, but what she ...