Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... She knew very well where we were. A good slave would have reminded me. “Right. Get your birth control pills. We’re dumping them.” “Come on,” she said. “You’re not really going to let him do this?” It was directed at Faith, not me. “You didn’t have any trouble doing it to me,” Faith said with more than a little venom in her voice. Lara whined, “I didn’t think he’d actually do it!” “Well, then you were wrong. He gave you an order. What do you say?” “Yes, master,” she said weakly. She got up, retrieved her pillcase. Both of us followed her into the bathroom and watched her dump them in the toilet. “You won’t get any more of these. If I find out you have any, you’ve broken the bet. You’ll also be taking pregnancy vitamins. I left them in the car. But now, we have some fun. Get naked.” She took off her shirt, then bra, and then bent over to remove her shorts. That left her in just a yellow thong. She waited a second, as though to ask if we really wanted her to remove that too, but then didn’t wait for an answer. She was naked before us. We were fully clothed. It felt kind of kinky, like we were holding the power imbalance over her by making her be the only one naked. I could kick that up a notch. “From now on, even though I am your master, you’ll obey all instructions from Faith, unless I say otherwise. You can refer to her as ‘Mistress.’ Understood?” She nodded. “Lay on your bed and masturbate for us.” She fell back to where she was sitting, swung her legs over the side of the ...

... bed, and then scooted over. Lara spread her thighs and ran a finger through her crack, lazily at first. “Faster,” Faith commanded. “Like you’re really into it.” Lara complied, like she was in a porn movie, spreading her pussy wide, and then ramming two fingers in and out without a trace of shame. It was actually kind of strange, how into it she got, as though what she always wanted was to perform in front of an audience. Whether that was something she always wanted or not, I thought it was time to give her something she’d always said no to. I smiled towards Faith. “Why don’t you show her your pussy, too? Give her a real up-close look.” Lara’s face scrunched up at that, and her hand stilled for a moment. “Nobody told you to stop,” I snapped at her. Her fingers resumed as Faith began to undresss. Once naked, Faith climbed up over Lara’s face. From directly behind, not looking her at an angle, Faith didn’t really look pregnant, she looked more womanly than I’d ever seen her, her ass had grown in the last few months, along with her breasts. Lara hadn’t started licking, at least not yet. “Tell her what you want,” I suggested, as I moved between my cousin’s legs. “Eat me out,” Faith said. “Go on, slave.” I saw Lara’s tongue snake out, delicately. “What do you say?” “Yes, mistress.” Lara licked, and I helped her pleasure herself, taking over the fingering of her hole and leaving Lara to rub around her clit. “How is she?” I asked Faith. “She’s okay. She needs some practice, though.” ...