Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... but I’m not without sympathy for the guys who want the full experience. Todd was an exception to that, because I never liked him much. He had a smarmy sense of superiority and was a bit of a bully. More than that, he was probably the biggest risk. Everyone else I sold Faith to, I knew very well, including their sexual histories. Most of them, their most notable sexual partner had been their hands. So I didn’t really have fear of diseases. Todd, I knew he slept around, and I probably should have asked him to wrap it from the start. I got a little carried away though, that first time, I was trying to piss Mikey off by letting his b*****r fuck her and making sure Mikey knew it. So for him, I had no sympathy. “Take it or leave it. I don’t know where that thing’s been.” I waved generally in the direction of his crotch. “Or where the people you’re with have been anyway. For all I know that Jeanette’s pulling trains down at college keggers.” He shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, right. She’s actually a good girl. Believe me, she doesn’t cheat.” “So she’s better than you then.” I shrugged, it was beside the point. “Anyway, sometimes good girls can fool you. Everyone thinks Faith’s a good girl. Given the chance, I could probably get your girlfriend to cheat.” It was an offhanded jibe. I really had no intention of doing it. For all my flaws, I never thought seriously about taking a girl from somebody else, it always seemed a pretty low move. I actually never thought I’d cheat on a ...

... girl, either, if I made a commitment to be exclusive, which was why I was reluctant to do so. He laughed. “No way, man. You think you’re hot shit, but you don’t even know how to talk to a real woman, much less one like her. Fuck, I’d bet you my car she’d shoot you down if you tried.” Normally the words ‘I bet you’ make my ears prick up and I feel a need to challenge people on it, but I didn’t think he was serious, and I wasn’t entirely serious either, so I let it slide and changed the subject. “Make your choice, do you want to put a condom on, or do you want a refund?” At the time, I’d have been just as happy to give him a refund. The bet stuck in my mind though. I always kind of envied his car. If he was serious about it I’d love to make a bet like that. Todd grumbled, but he retrieved a condom from his wallet, and put it on. No imagination, he also chose to fuck Faith doggy-style, and although she seemed to appreciate his more energetic thrusting, she didn’t get an orgasm from him. She was getting close, but then he groaned and Todd aimed his head to the ceiling and made an ugly sex-face, and he was done. He pulled out of her, panting. “That was pretty good, but I’m not sure it’s worth $100, not with a rubber on, you’re going to have to adjust the price.” I didn’t really care what he thought. I looked to Lara. “Just about time to go, your last chance, if you want to get a little tongue service… you know the terms.” While we watched TV together, and sort of watched Todd fucking, ...