Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... cheek while she looked over at me. I waved her on, and she began sucking, going all the way down and pulling off, while Mikey closed his eyes, his head back. I watched a little bit, more for Faith than for my own enjoyment. It was hot, but I always got the impression Faith was playing to an audience, me, and so did a better job when I watched than when I was distracted. She took his prick out of her mouth and licked around the underside, but her eyes were on me while she did it. When I turned away, she seemed to go just for more conventional head-bobbing. I looked over to Lara. “Anyway, if you do get in the mood for a cock…” she looked up to me, expectantly. “You might want to get a boyfriend or a good dildo, because I’m going to be pretty busy these next couple weeks. I might be able to work you in, but no promises.” She scowled, and I almost laughed. I leaned over to whisper to her, so Faith couldn’t hear, “Sorry, I’ve got a special project, can’t waste any of my juice.” I snacked and watched TV. Lara’s phone rang, and she spoke into it. “Hey,” she said. “Yeah, I did. Uh-huh.” She looked sidelong at me and said, “Faith and Mark are here. She’s doing the sex slave thing again.” I was momentarily surprised, even afraid, but then she pulled the phone away from her mouth a few seconds later and said, “Todd wants to know if he can have a crack.” “If he’s got a hundred, sure.” I could always use the money, and Todd had more than he deserved. Lara relayed the message, and then ...

... said, “He’ll probably be here in an hour.” It turned out he gave us just about enough time. Faith continued to suck on Mikey’s dick until he finally came. She swallowed it all up, but after that, he needed a little bit of time before he took what he came for. He tried to put his arm around Faith, although she kept subtly shrugging him off. Finally, Mikey pointed out that he was hard again, and Faith asked what way he’d like to do it. “Whichever you want,” he said. “I guess from behind,” she told him, and turned over and got on all fours, hands on the couch’s armrest. That wasn’t the answer Mikey’d hoped for, apparently, because he said, “No, let’s do it face to face, at least at first.” Faith, always the compliant one, shrugged impassively, and turned over again. He spread her legs and sort of half-knelt on the couch. I cleared my throat, and he looked over. “Condom,” I reminded him. “Oh, right.” He reached over, chagrinned, and spent about a minute trying to tear open the package, and another trying to get the thing on, and then got back into the position he was in before. Before he entered her, he climbed on top of her, abandoning his kneeling position, and tried to get his dick in, blind. Finally, she got tired of the awkward aiming and said, “Here, let me help.” It was centered, and he began humping. Mikey looked into her eyes while he thrust in and out. She always seemed to look away, towards the ceiling or to me, but she did make the sounds of pleasured grunting once he ...