Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... often tease each other about one thing or another. “The beard only makes me faster,” I joked. “So let’s bet then. We’ll race. First one to the laundry room and back.” She took a moment to pretend to think, but launched right into what she must have been preparing to say all along. “If you win, I’ll be your sex slave again, until the end of the Christmas vacation, just like last summer.” She bit her lip, then added. “Except, with condoms, right? I don’t want to have to go through another abortion.” It felt like the world suddenly stopped, my whole life hinging on this moment. I needed to make sure the terms of the bet allowed me some room to operate. “Believe me, I don’t want you to have one either,” I said. It was true… it would mean I’d lose my bet with Lara. “But does the condom thing go for me, too? Because it wouldn’t really be like I owned your body if I couldn’t use it… and believe me, I want to be using it a lot.” “We’ve been doing it these last few months without,” she said, without seeming to need too much time to consider. “And I’m on the pill, so we can risk it. You’re right, my master shouldn’t have to wear a condom.” My dick was twitching already at hearing her call me her master. I don’t think there’s a more erotic sound in the whole world than your little s****r calling you master and meaning it. Well, we’ll just see how much she means it. “Okay. If I win, you’re my slave, but I promise you I’ll make every other guy wear a condom.” She nodded. “And if I win…” ...

... she took a breath. “You can’t touch Lara any more until after New Year. That means you can’t fuck her, her mouth, ass, or even do anything sexual.” That stopped me short a little. I was expecting a submission bet with submission bet stakes. Like, if I win, she’s my sex slave, indulging in my every perverted whim, and if she wins, I drive her to the skating rink one day, or buy her hot chocolate. Or maybe even I shave my beard. It was just about time for it to go anyway. But this was almost a real bet, with real stakes. Except of course, I was going to win. The bet was obviously in my favor. I was taller than Faith, which meant longer legs, a greater stride. She was probably a little fitter, but whenever we were both informally racing towards the same thing, I almost always got there first. Besides all that, I half-expected her to walk while I ran, because she wanted me to win. So, if she was intending to lose, I wondered, what was the point of making her prize about Lara? Was she trying to tell me something? Faith did have trouble admitting things outright… like the fact that she liked having sex with me. Maybe she was more bothered about me and Lara than she let on, and this was how she told me. I’d worry about that later. Right now, I had a bet to win. “Okay,” I agreed, and shook on it. We quickly took our marks, agreed on some of the minor details such as the exact finishing point, and I started the count. When I said “Go,” I ran as fast I could, not willing to take any ...