Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... seemed to expect this, changing her stance to allow me to better remove her jeans, so I decided to change things up. I spun her around, and then undid the back of her bra, let it fall off her shoulders, and when it was free from one arm, I threw it on the bed, then made her face me again. In terms of shape, they were still barely there at all, especially without a bra pushing them up, but I loved them anyway, even though I could cover each of her tits completely with my hand. I loved her nipples though, beautifully pink and round. I bent down to lay a soft kiss on each of them, and then stepped away. “I like this,” I said. “The jeans and no shirt thing. Maybe I should have you walk around the house like this when it’s just the two of us.” She seemed a little taken aback for a moment, but responded promptly with, “If you wish.” I took off her pants next, and then her panties. I knelt before her, running my hand over her pubic mound and the soft red hair that lay just above her slit, and I had an idea. “You’re mine now,” I said. “Body and soul, right?” She quivered. “Yes master,” she said. “You may do whatever you want.” “And if I give you instructions for your body, you have to obey them, right?” “Yes,” she said again, though I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t sure where I was going with it. I ran my hand through her pubic hair again. “I want you to shave from now on.” She’d been suggesting that I should, after all, it was only fair. And it would be a ...

... baby step towards other commands I might make regarding her body. “What?” “Shave your pussy, and keep it shaved. I’d rather not get hairs stuck on my tongue while I’m giving you oral.” “But… I’ve never done that before.” “Don’t be afraid. Lots of girls do it. It’s just like shaving your legs. Just go slowly and be careful. Look it up on the Internet; they’ll probably have the best tips.” I patted her ass and said, “Go do it now and I’ll make it worth your while.” I stood up and, just like that, left the room, as though I expected her to do it without question. I thought she might have some doubts about it, but decided the best way to go about it was to pretend this was only natural. She’d done much, much worse before. About an hour later, she called back, “Okay, it’s done.” I returned upstairs, and she was waiting for me in my room. Faith was naked, but standing a little nervously, hands loosely hanging in front of her crotch. I don’t know whether she was ashamed, or trying to save the reveal as a surprise. Either way, I said, “Hands at your sides.” “Yes, master.” There it was, no longer with the little bit of red hair that had become so familiar to me. I knelt down for a close look. The skin glistened a little like it was still moist, and it was a little reddish, but there didn’t seem to be any cuts, which was a relief. “Lovely,” I said. “Get on the bed, on your back.” I told her I’d make it worth her while, and I did, I didn’t just lick pussy, I made love to the pussy with my ...