Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... rested my dick on her mound. For the picture itself, I had her scoop up a little of my cum with one finger and dangle it over her mouth. I let her take a shower, and then, when I was ready again, I got one more picture. In this one, she was on her hands and knees, and my cock was buried halfway in her ass. My free hand clutches at her ass cheek in the shot. Since I needed her face visible, I had her turning back towards me, like when she had the hairbrush in there, and her mouth was open in a wide O, with teeth showing. After I got the picture, I dropped the camera, grabbed onto her with both hands, and pounded into her ass. I knew from some of our previous encounters, and how she worked that hairbrush, that she liked it in there, and her grunts and groans weren’t from pain… or if it was, it was from a kind she liked. Faith wasn’t as fond of it in the ass. Of course she was much smaller and tighter, so I only did it rarely, usually when she suggested it by offering it as stakes in a submission bet. I guess even girls who don’t like buttsex get in a mood once in a while. So I’d had seven of my ten potential blackmail pictures, and only three left. I was running out of things to spook her with. If I didn’t think up something good for the next three, I’d be committed to trying to knock up my s****r. The thought turned me on, and plans for how to approach it were running through my head at the oddest times, but I wasn’t sure it was the right step. If I couldn’t spook Lara, it ...

... was a step I’d be taking, right or wrong. What else could I do? I could take some bondage pics, but those seemed tame and Lara might get the idea, in the event she wanted to break the deal, she could claim it was f***ed, so it didn’t really work as blackmail material. I could try some kind of fetish picture, but I didn’t want to do anything really disgusting, no matter how humiliating it might be. What I wanted to do, I couldn’t. If I asked for a picture of her fucking one of her b*****rs, with both of them visible, that might get her to balk… but we had a deal, I wasn’t allowed to involve anybody else, and even if I was, they might not go along with it. I thought about maybe getting her to write on her body, something like, “I love my b*****r’s dick,” or maybe even “Daddy fucks me and I love it”. It was then that the idea to write “Dog slut” hit me. I realized suddenly I didn’t have to just write that, I could get her to do it. A dog didn’t count as another person, and I knew somebody with a dog. My friend Fred had one, and it was no stranger to human pussy. One day last summer we were high and thought it’d be funny to get my s****r to fuck his dog. We repeated it a couple times, and Faith went for it like she did almost everything I told her to do while she was my slave, but I could tell she was hesitant at first. If I wasn’t high that first time, I probably would have told her to forget about it, but she never complained or even suggested she didn’t want to do it. She even ...