Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... then finally, tentatively, opened again. “But…” I put a finger to her lips. “No buts. It’s what I want from you. We’ll talk about it later. Get comfortable on your bed, so you can sl**p if I can’t make it in here. She got the covers out of the way, and slid back to the head of the bed, resting her head on the pillow I’d left her. She lay on her side, and I shook my head. “On your back,” I said. Obediently, she complied. I took the pillow that was in my hand, and put it between her legs and her butt. “Lift up.” When she did, I put it under her ass, raising her pussy into the air. “That’s the way I want you.” “I have to stay like this?” “Yes,” I said. “You can move a little if you get uncomfortable, but I want you to spend as much time like this as you can, so everything has the most chance of soaking in.” I couldn’t make it any plainer, could I? “And I know I didn’t have time to properly satisfy, so you should masturbate. Give yourself at least one orgasm. That increases the odds of us having a little Christmas miracle.” I guess I could make it plainer. I knew she’d have to question that, but I pre-empted it with a kiss to her lips, and thrust my tongue inside. I made it a long kiss, and although she wasn’t as in to it as previous kisses, she wasn’t trying to throw me off, either. It was like she was torn, conflicted. That was probably the best I could hope for. I could work with that. If she was terrified or angry, I didn’t think I could. “We’ll have a long talk when I get ...

... back,” I promised her as soon as I broke the kiss. “But until then, you’ll follow my orders without question?” She nodded slowly. I turned on the TV, her old one since her new one hadn’t yet been taken out of the box, and tossed the remote control to her. “I’ll be back soon.” I probably would have enjoyed myself more staying home, but I wanted Faith to think about what I was doing, and hopefully be masturbating while she was doing it. It might not have made a difference, but I remembered back the first time Faith got pregnant. At that time I was terrified and ashamed, and the thought that it might be mine freaked me out as much as anything. But the thought kept popping up, while I was masturbating, and later when I was fucking Faith again. It started as a worry, but the more times I had an orgasm with that in my mind, the more attractive it seemed to become. By the time Lara made the bet, I had no idea I wanted it as much as I did. I could only hope it had the same impact on Faith. If she followed my instructions and masturbated, there’s no way she wouldn’t be thinking about me knocking her up while she did. The rest of the party was pretty much a wash. I ragged on Mikey a little as soon as I got back, asking him if he’d fucked his s****r yet, but he just looked embarrassed and shook his head. I could have tried to fuck Lara, or get a blowjob off her, but I wanted to save all my cum for Faith, and besides, there were too many people who could barge downstairs at a moment’s ...