Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... be a next time.” “Of course there will. After I win. That is, if we still have a bet.” I offered my hand. “Once we shake, the bet is on. I won’t delete the pictures until it’s over, and if you back out, I’ll use them to make your life miserable. The bet is that I can get Faith pregnant and have her intend to keep it, all of this assuming that she agrees to be my slave over the Christmas break. If not, no winners and no losers. But if she does agree, the game is on. Same rules we agreed on before in terms of how long I have and what constitutes winning or losing. If either of us tell Faith or anybody else about the bet, we lose. If you win, the next time I win Faith as a sex slave, I turn her over to you for the whole time. Could be a fun summer for you.” More likely, just a fun couple of hours. “But if I win, you’re MY sex slave the whole summer, that’s from the last day of school to the first day next year. Fucking anyone, anywhere, anytime. Fun for both of us.” She stared at my outstretched hand. “You can’t treat me any worse than you do Faith. I don’t want my reputation ruined over this.” “Of course. I’ll only share you with people I absolutely trust, and they’ll be using condoms. In fact, you’ll have it better than Faith. I mean, the people from my school don’t even know you, and you don’t live with me so it’s not like I can just pull you off at a moment’s notice to go service somebody. I have to worry about your parents getting suspicious if you disappear too much or ...

... when you’re supposed to be doing something else. Believe me, I don’t want them even suspecting, it would be bad for both of us.” She sighed. “Why do I have a feeling I’m going to regret this?” she asked, but took my hand and shook it. “I don’t know, but it’s too late for second thoughts now.” For her, at least. I could still get out of it if Faith didn’t want to be a slave next month. I might be able to influence her into not making that bet, one with higher stakes than she’d ever imagined. The only question was, did I want to? I played things cool until mid-December. I didn’t mention slavery or any other kind of bet. I had sex with Faith every couple of days, but only when I really felt horny, or she made a submission bet. My intentions were to let her decide, not try to pressure her, that way if she wasn’t my slave over the break and, therefore, my bet with Lara was cancelled, I wasn’t really at fault. I had no choice but to agree if she offered, that was part of the bet. But if Faith didn’t want to play this time around, I was off the hook. I think it might have backfired a little, since I’d cut back on sex with my s****r to below normal levels, it made her think about it more, and in her desire to please me, she naturally turned to something she knew I liked, her surrendering her whole self to me. I know she wanted it for herself too, and maybe she would have offered it no matter what, it’s just that, in retrospect, I think my idea of letting fate decide by playing things ...