Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... She didn’t.” She looked back at Barney, who was sitting and staring out the window. “You didn’t know?” I shrugged, as though it was nothing. “Don’t worry, Barney has a big dick, and he’s very enthusiastic. He certainly made her cum easily enough. I’m sure he’ll do the same for you.” I smiled. “Relax, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” She got real quiet then, and Barney lost interest in the front of the van, so I just drove. I had a spot in mind, the parking lot of a vacant building. I’d parked there before, with my own car when I went to a party at the house of somebody nearby, and a few times just visiting. I’d rarely seen another car there, or security, so I doubted we’d be disturbed. “Okay, we’re here,” I said. “Get in the back.” I unbuckled the seatbelt and hopped over the center divider, landing right between a pillow and Barney’s hairy body. I gave him a few strokes of my hand to apologize for intruding on his personal space while I turned on a battery operated light so the pictures wouldn’t turn out hopelessly dark. “I’m really not sure about this…” she said, staring back at me. “I understand,” I said. “I don’t want to deal with the possibility of getting in shit for knocking up my s****r. Fuck, I could go to jail. But that’s what bets are for. You risk something in order to get something you want. And I want you as a slave next summer, so I’m willing to risk a lot.” Then I shrugged. “But if you think this is too much, that’s okay.” “It is?” I nodded, and got out my ...

... camera. “Of course. We never actually made the bet yet. If you’re going to back out, now’s the time.” I cycled through the images I already took of her, showed it to her, and then posed my finger over the button. “But just so you know, once I delete these, that’s it. Even if you change your mind, I’m not going to take another set of pictures, and me making Faith have my baby is off the table forever.” She didn’t answer, so I took a deep breath, and held my thumb over the button. I’d done it at least, I’d scared her away from the bet, wouldn’t have to do that to my s****r, and made it so I wasn’t the one who lost face. In her mind, I was willing to go the distance, which I hoped would make her willing to, at some later date, bet control over her in exchange for something else, something less extreme. So why was I so disappointed? I began to press down. “Okay!” she said suddenly, and an equally surprising rush of relief surged through me as my finger slid away from the button at the last second. Lara climbed into the back with me and searched around for a place to sit. “You’d better get your ID out, too,” I said. “I’ll want that in the shot.” She glared at me then leaned over the front, giving me a good view of her shapely jeans-covered ass she fetched it. I exchanged a look with Barney. I know he’s only a dog, but I think we both knew we were looking at some nice ass and had an unspoken moment appreciating it together. When she was back, with her purse, I said, “You might as well ...