Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... came a couple times. Fred had a van that doubled as something of a Shaggin’ Wagon. There were only two seats, and anybody else sat on the floor, which had a comfortable rug and a number of pillows for easy lounging around or lying down. Tinted windows prevented any prying eyes from looking in. With one phone call, I was able to borrow both it and his dog for an afternoon. His dog, Barney, was a mix-breed, but big, almost as big as Faith when he got up on his hind legs, and although Lara was bigger, it had to be intimidating no matter what size you were. I figured this experience would either scare Lara away from the bet, or make her eager enough to repeat the experience that she’d look forward to losing. If I had to bet, I’d have bet on the first result, which was why I chose something so extreme. I wanted to shock her. To that end, I didn’t give her any warning. I just told her that time was probably running out before I got my last few pictures, so she should be ready to be picked up. I saw her on the street, near a bus stop, and drove up. She was dressed in her jeans and winter jacket, huddling against the wind. “Get in,” I said, and she took the opportunity. “At least it’s warm in here,” she said, pulling off her gloves. “So, what’s with the van…” At that moment, Barney hopped up from the back and sniffed Lara, then licked her face. She yelped at first, and then turned to look. “Oh, my, who’s this?” “That’s Barney. He’s belongs to my friend, Fred. So does the van, ...

... actually.” “Fred and Barney?” she said skeptically. She hadn’t shied away yet. On the contrary, she stroked his head and neck playfully. “Yeah, I know.” I shrugged and started to drive away. “He’s had him since he was a k**. I guess his parents were big Flintstones fans.” “So what are you doing with him?” Barney turned and licked her face again. “He’s slobbering all over me.” Just wait, I thought, but what I said was, “I’m taking care of him today.” I turned down a side street, letting the pause get pregnant. “Actually, you’re taking care of him today, while I take pictures.” She froze, no longer playing with Barney. “What?” she said. I thought her voice cracked. “I figure I’ll cap off my ten pics with a nice little b********y series. You and Barney.” “You’re joking right? I can’t do that. We agreed the pictures would be just you and me.” “No,” I said. “We agreed no other people. Barney here’s not a person. Just sometimes he thinks he is.” I added, directly to Barney, in a sort of baby-talk voice, “Don’t you just?” “But that’s sick.” I shrugged. “So’s knocking up your own s****r, but you want me to do that. And, if we’re going through with the bet, the bet you proposed, then when you lose you’ll be my slave and I’ll be within my rights to make you do it then. If you won’t do it now, how can I trust you?” “You can’t make me do that,” she said. “I only have to do the same sort of things Faith did.” I didn’t answer in words, just looked at her until she got it on her own. “Oh my god. ...