Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... mound a few times. “Don’t you think you should at least give it a try?” “Maybe,” she said drawing the word out, and I got fully hard again. I was just teasing her to heighten the pleasure. I hadn’t even considered that she might accept… I really did think my s****r was one of a kind in that respect, and even with her it took a lot of pushing her to her limits before she said yes. Of course, Lara hadn’t agreed yet… she was probably doing the same thing that I was doing, playing along, teasing. Well, it was working, I was teased. “Maybe’s good. Yes is better.” I was ready to fuck her, so I started to stand again, though bent low enough to keep my fingers in her pussy, and lowered my underwear back over my boner. “Sure I can’t get you to improve your answer?” She just made another ‘mmm’ sound, and I placed the head of my cock on her pussy lips, forcing them gently apart but instead of going in, just slid it along the top. I had thought of trying to make fucking her conditional on accepting… she was pretty wet already, maybe she was at that place where she’d agree to anything. But sometimes girls can turn off all of a sudden, so I didn’t want to risk it. If I played it slow, I might get what I wanted anyway. Finally, she said, “So if you become Faith’s master again, does that mean she’ll eat my pussy?” “If I want her to. Of course, whether I’ll want her to… I don’t know, maaaaaybe.” “You really think you can get Faith to do whatever you want?” “Pretty much. She trusts me. So ...

... far, anything I’ve wanted, she’s done.” At least, once I overcame her initial resistance, which was all for show. But once the last bet was made, and my s****r was mine to do with as I pleased, she never told me no. “Maybe there’s something she wouldn’t do, but chances are I wouldn’t want it anyway.” I was sick and tired of the teasing, so I repositioned myself one last time, and decided to go for it. Lara leaned forward suddenly and held my cock, not painfully, but enough to get me to stop. “Willing to bet on it?” “What did you have in mind?” “I might be willing to play the slave thing for a while. I don’t know why, but it does sound fun. But I’m going to make you work for it.” It was really happening. Hard to believe. I tried my best to put on a confident smile, like I knew I’d get her to break all along. “So, if you win the bet, I’ll do it next summer.” “What do I have to do?” Did Lara know I’d already made Faith fuck a dog? If she made b********y the condition, it would be a slam dunk. My cousin kept holding my dick, which seemed to be growing harder than it’d been in a long while. “Simple. You have to get Faith pregnant again.” She felt the instinctive swell in my dick when I heard it, and squeezed back. “And this time, she has to keep it.” Shit, I didn’t want that. Part of me did, sure, the part of me she held in one hand, and it was a traitorous part, not wilting at all. “I don’t know, that’s pretty fucking kinky.” “Kinkier than fucking your s****r, selling her to other ...