Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... chances. Even if there were no stakes, my competitive spirit wouldn’t let me give less than my best. She kept pace with me at first, and as we crossed into a narrow hallway, she squeezed past me and took the lead. I couldn’t get past her without tripping her or something until we got to the laundry room. It was there Faith made her fatal mistake, or threw the competition. I’m not entirely certain which. We only had to set foot in the laundry room, but Faith was moving too fast and got several steps in before she turned around. By that time, since I was already running slower so as not to trip her up, I had touched one foot over the threshold and had turned around. I didn’t look back, I just ran for all I was worth until I rounded a corner into the living room. I almost slipped on the floor in that last turn but caught myself at the last minute and tilted, nearly tripping over my feet as my hand slapped the edge of the couch. Faith was right behind me, no more than three feet. She leaned against one wall, using it to support herself while she caught her breath. “Damn it,” she muttered, but I knew she didn’t mean it. Having won, I wanted to get started right away, but I let my heart stop racing first. “So you’re my slave now?” She straightened up like some kind of soldier at attention. “Yes, master.” “Then let’s go to my room.” As we ascended slowly, I thought about what move should came next. She was still on the pill, I’d have to work on that, but there was always a chance it ...

... would take anyway. If the pill’s 98% effective, and I came inside her fifty times in the next two weeks, I’d have a good shot, statistically speaking, to beat the odds. Of course, I’d rather play it smart and take them out of the equation somehow. I could always try to tamper with her pills, maybe get them to fail without her knowing, and then focus all my efforts on just convincing her to keep the baby, but… no, I wanted the challenge. I wanted to try to convince her to go into it willingly, and that meant getting her to give the pills up. I risked ruining things if I rushed into it, so I decided I’d give myself a few days to mull over my approach. When she got into my room she grabbed the bottom of her shirt. “Wait,” I said. “Let me do that. You’re my toy again, it’s only right that I get to play.” Faith let her hands fall to her sides. “Yes, master,” she said. I closed the gap between us, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her body and the bulge in my pants pressed into her, and tugged at the bottom of her shirt. “Lift your arms up, above your head.” She complied wordlessly, and I smiled. “I like this, it’s like you’re my little dress-up doll. Or undress-up doll, I guess.” I removed her shirt, an easy task with her in that position, and let her arms fall, then looked down at her small breasts, still clad in a bra, off-white with just the hint of green. When Faith undressed herself, she usually took her shirt and pants off first, then panties and finally bra. She ...