Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... dancing a little to get them off my feet. I then crouched to retrieve something from the pocket, and went around the side of the bed. “One thing first.” “What?” “Todd might not believe me, or you. So I just need a picture of you.” Her fingers stopped and her expression turned unsure. “A picture?” “Yeah. Sucking my cock would be pretty definitive.” I positioned myself so my dick was level with her head. She seemed fascinated by it, was staring at it, really… but she couldn’t reach it from where she was. She’d have to lean to the side of the bed to do anything to it. “You didn’t say anything about a picture,” she protested. “You said no one would find out.” “No one will. I swear it’ll be deleted after I show it to Todd.” “Yeah, right.” “Remember what I said about a code of honor? When I make a promise, I mean it.” She thought about it, but what seemed to make the decision for her was when I added, “Come on, think how pissed off he’ll be when he sees it. Even telling him won’t have that effect.” At that, she slid to the edge of the bed, took my dick in one hand, and gradually put it to her lips. Once the first contact was made, she opened wider and took me into her mouth. I took a picture with my phone… her eyes were closed, but it was recognizable, especially if Todd was familiar enough with the bedspread. “That’s a good little whore,” I said. The hand at her pussy began working more furiously, using two fingers to spread apart her slit, rubbing each side as she did. I let her ...

... continue to blow me for a little while, just because it felt good. Good girl or not, she knew how to suck cock, although I directed her a little, holding onto her dark locks and pulling her head up and down. Still, I wanted to fuck her, so before too long I pulled back on her hair, forcing her to pull off. Her lips glistened a little, though that might have been from Chapstick. “I want inside you,” I told her, and she nodded, turning around on the bed. I sat beside her, my legs dangling off the edge, and pulled her gently by the arm until she got the hint and straddled my legs. I lifted her and placed her on my dick, lowering her gently at first, but then bouncing her up and down. She did her own bouncing, too. Since she wanted to be a whore, I decided to feed into the fantasy, pulling her hair again and whispering things like, “Yeah, go on whore, take it. You like it, don’t you, whore?” She responded eagerly and vocally, and so I treated her roughly as we continued to fuck, slapping her ass now and then or nipping lightly at her breast with my teeth, and of course, the hair pulling was a regular feature. As I felt my orgasm approach, I lifted her off, turned around, and dropped her soundly on the bed, on her side. I’d slipped out, so I repositioned myself inside her and began pumping once again. She cried out a few seconds before I was ready to let loose. We hadn’t discussed birth control and I was already trying for one baby, so I didn’t want to take any chances. When that ...