Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... the case, I was right when I thought Faith liked being sexually dominated, and I hoped I was right here. “Nobody would ever have to know, as far as they’re concerned, I sold it to you with some money you had saved up.” She didn’t answer me. I thought that was a good sign, better than a denial, at least. She was quiet for so long that I was faced with a choice. Either I made a turn to drop her off at her place without her telling me where it is, or drive past it and hope she corrected me. I made a turn. She didn’t comment on it, but then, maybe she listened to the point where Todd gave me her details. As we approached her building, I spoke again. “Clock’s ticking. You’re obviously thinking about it, or you’d have told me to go to hell.” Finally, she spoke. “You’d really just give me the car?” I knew I had her. “Sure. I’m not going to be needing it.” She pointed. “There’s a guest parking space around the corner, you can go there.” We went up to her place, mostly in silence, but sex, and me winning the bet with Todd, was now a foregone conclusion, there didn’t seem to be much need for chit-chat. She unlocked the door and with it just barely ajar, heard a noise from inside and swore. She seemed to have a moment of decision, then shrugged, and opened it anyway. Inside was another woman, darker skinned, a bit chubbier. “Hi, Chloe,” Jeanette said as she took off her boots. I kicked mine off too, and hung my coat up in the closet after she did hers. The girl nodded absently, then ...

... looked me over. “Who’s this?” She had a slight accent I couldn’t place. She didn’t seem inclined to introduce me, so I introduced myself. “Mark.” “Come on, Mark,” she said. “My room’s this way.” Chloe stared, wide-eyed. “Umm, what are you going to be doing in there?” Jeanette said, a little grumpily, “I just found out Todd’s cheating on me, so I’m going to go fuck Mark’s brains out. Do you have a problem with that?” Chloe just shook her head, and we retreated into Jeanette’s room. “That felt good,” she said when she closed the door. “The good feelings don’t stop there.” The room was pretty small, only room for a bed and a few pieces of furniture, one of which had to double as a TV-stand. Still, she kept it neat, and it was kind of cozy. She smiled. “So, those two orgasms still on the table?” “I’ll do my best.” It was actually a relief not to bet on it. Some girls only ever had one at a time, others were too repressed even for that. “Why don’t you give me a little sexy strip show? Let out your inner bad girl.” I sat on the bed. She tried, but either didn’t have the experience or the confidence to pull off a really sexy act, like a stripper would, but it’s hard for a pretty woman undressing in front of you to not be attractive. She swayed her hips and pulled off first her shirt, to reveal a push-up bra, and then her pants, pointing her ass to me as she did. Underneath, she wore panties, short cut but not a thong. Her hands flew to her bra, dipping underneath the cup from below and ...