Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... face, kissing, licking, sucking, even rubbing my facial hair, gently, up against it. The beard was past the point where it was prickly and scratchy, but she had to feel it, and judging by the reaction, it felt good. I was glad. Part of it was that I wanted her to enjoy being a slave as much as possible, to soften her up for what was coming, but it was fun, too. Without the hair I was so used to, it was like it was somebody else’s pussy, like my s****r had a slutty twin, or maybe that she’d gotten younger, more pure, and my beard made me feel older. I ate her out to one orgasm, and then I began to fuck her, missionary style, more or less, pinning her down with my body, putting her in my power. Halfway through I shifted, pushed her legs up to penetrate her more from above, while I did one of my favorite sexual pastimes… trying to pin Faith’s ankles behind her ears. She was flexible enough, with her dance training, but she usually pushes back, which is part of the fun, considering how submissive she naturally is. I’m not even sure she knows she’s doing it. This time, I put a little more effort into it than I usually do, to emphasize I was in control. It was what she wanted, after all. With each push inside her, I made more and more progress, and didn’t give her any chance to make up ground when I pulled out. Before long, they were there touching the covers, and I was on top of her, thrusting away while she gasped beneath me. I could feel her groan beneath me and I was getting ...

... close, when I heard a slamming noise from downstairs. One of my parents was home. It was too far gone to stop now, so I clapped a hand over her mouth and gave her a few more strokes. slow. The excitement and fear at getting caught heightened everything, and I came soon after. Thankfully, nobody came up before we were once again dressed and presentable. I didn’t get to use Faith much more that first day, though I did get her to give me a blowjob before bed. That was easy enough to do quietly, or to stop if somebody approached. Watching her lips move up and down my shaft, it reminded me of simpler days, when that was all she did. I almost wanted her to pretend she didn’t like it, that she was only doing it because f***ed, just like old times, but really, in the end, I want her to enjoy it and to know she does. I had to savor that while I could, since I knew that, in the next few months, I’d really be trying to get her to do something she probably didn’t want. I just hoped I could get her to change her mind. The next morning, a Saturday, our parents left about ten. No f****y breakfast that weekend, since they were going to visit some friends of theirs who were having a birthday brunch. We’d be alone for a while, and as soon as the door shut Faith looked at me expectantly, but I said, “I’m sure I’ll be needing you soon, but not right now.” She nodded, and went up to her room. I did some ordinary, boring things like checking my Facebook, watched a little TV, shaved my face clean, ...