Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... to school when Faith knocked on my door. She’d waited until our parents left the house, and she had a severe expression on her face. “What’s up?” I asked. “I think you did it,” she said. “What?” “Got me pregnant.” “What? Did you take a test or something?” I’d looked it up. Most tests took at least two weeks before they gave a positive result. I’d have had to be extremely lucky. That’s why I hadn’t expected the conversation to be about this. She shook her head though. “No, not yet. But I just… feel it.” She sighed. “I remember last time. Before I knew, I felt it. My boobs were sensitive. And they are again.” I perked up. “Oh? Care to test how sensitive?” “This is serious, Mark.” It was. “I told you it’s what I wanted, though. We’ve been trying all week. I was trying before that. So you can’t be surprised.” I looked down at her skirt. “You know, Mom and Dad aren’t home. Are you wearing any panties?” She sighed, a little exasperatedly, but lifted her skirt. My s****r was still following my orders… she was bare underneath, and shaven as usual. “I’m not going to be your slave tomorrow,” she said. “So we need to decide what to do.” “But you are my slave right now, right?” It took a second, but she said, “Yes, master.” I nodded. “Okay. So let’s decide what to do.” I made a show of thinking about it. “Keep it.” “You can’t ask me to do that,” she said. “That’s not part of the bet.” I was struck by an idea, born out of desperation, because I was certain she was trying to tell me she ...

... wanted to get another abortion. “Then let’s make it one. If I win, you go through with the whole pregnancy, and you have my c***d. If you win, I’ll take you to get it taken care of, and I’ll never try this again.” “What’s the bet?” she asked. “I bet that you’ll give me a blowjob in the next hour.” She saw the problem with that right away. “But I have to if you ask, you’re still my master.” “Exactly,” I said. “And if I ask you to agree to the bet, you have to do that, too.” She stared at me, tears in her eyes, and I felt a deep sense of shame. I knew the moment the words left my lips that it was crossing a line… not even with her. She might have gotten over it. Faith always got pushed into things and came to accept them because she liked them. “No,” I said quickly. “I’m not going to do that. I’m sorry, Faith, I just really want this, but I want you to want it too.” The line I nearly crossed was in myself. I knew it was wrong, it was unfair, it was cruel. Maybe even evil. I’m proud of myself for holding back from going through with it. I’ve done a lot of bad things, but I didn’t want to win the bet this way. No, the really scary part was that part of me did. But now that I’d thought of the idea, the temptation would always be there. I had to take care of it before I someday convinced myself it was okay. I reached over to my desk and picked up a coin. “New bet. Heads, you owe me a quarter. Tails, I will never ever f***e you to agree to a bet or lose a bet, even if you’re my slave. ...