Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... just grinded like I was trying to get even more inside than ever. In turn, her pussy seemed to squeeze me, like it wanted to milk me dry, but I wasn’t quite ready yet. Her head turned as she moaned and I saw her, eyes closed, mouth open, looking like the epitome of a porn star, and I got a little inspired. Once her vaginal contractions slowed, I leaned forward, reached, grabbed her hair, and pulled back, gently, forcing her head up. I didn’t want to hurt her, and I don’t think I did, but she tensed up and gripped me tightly once more. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?” I said through partially gritted teeth. “Yeah,” she moaned back. “You’re my slut.” She didn’t respond right away, so I said, “Go on, tell me you’re my little cumslut.” I pulled at her hair a little again. “I’m your little cumslut,” she said urgently. I began thrusting in and out again, letting her hair slip out of my fingers but catching it again before I reached the end. With my other hand, I slapped her ass a little and said, “Beg me for my cum, little cumslut.” “Please cum inside me,” she said, and then moaned once more. After that I lost control, my orgasm was coming and I went into that mode where you just go as hard and as fast as you can, to extract every ounce of pleasure you can before it’s all over. I pulled her hair a little as I did, and I think I muttered, “Well, here it comes…” and then my mind and body exploded. I was only dimly aware that her body seemed to be clenching and releasing again, ...

... her back arching, but I spewed everything I had into her. As I was running out of spunk to give her, I pulled her hair again, slowly but not relenting, and she took the hint and pushed herself off the chair and into me in a standing position. I let go of her hair and put my arms around her, letting my breath linger in her ear as I kissed the side of her face. Slowly, I caught my breath, and then let her go a few moments later. “Well then,” I said, reaching for my pants. “I guess I paid off my debt.” Maybe more so. “So I’ll let you go back to your shopping.” She confirmed my suspicions a few seconds later. “You know, Mark, that was three,” she said. “Not two.” I grinned. “Well, you can owe me one.” I headed for the door. “So, are you ever going to tell me what this was all about with Lara?” I shrugged and smiled. “Someday, maybe,” I said. “But I’m not finished yet.” The next three pictures of my cousin I got a week later, when I took Lara to my home after school on a day I knew Faith would be out. Although it was fun getting them, nothing very dramatic happened. Lara agreed to them all without fuss. The first two were just basic sex pictures, one with her being fucked missionary, legs spread out to the side, and I waited until she had a look of genuine ecstasy on her face before snapping the pic, which meant fucking her until she had an orgasm. Luckily, hers came before mine, I didn’t want to cum inside her. I pulled out and squirted all over her chest and her pussy, and then ...