Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... “She’ll be getting plenty, don’t worry.” I peeked down between Lara’s breasts to see what I could of her technique. It wasn’t encouraging. She just seemed to be flicking her tongue from side to side. I slapped the side of Lara’s ass. “Put a little more effort into it. Do it like you’d like it done to you. Do it like this.” I lowered my mouth to her pussy and kissed it, then worked my tongue around in the usual style. I couldn’t see if she was replicating the motion on Faith, but I imagined she was, and Faith’s excited gasps proved that, at the very least, Lara was now putting more heart into it. I teased a little, pulling back, going slower, until Faith had her orgasm. She deserved the first one of the day, and under Lara’s tongue, she had it, her back arching to look back at me. I locked eyes with her and knew then I’d been forgiven. So, I went ahead and got my cock out. With Faith as sensitive as she had been, I’d planned on forgoing that pleasure this time, but if she wasn’t going to freak out about it, I had a slave to fuck. “Keep licking,” I instructed, even though Faith had already climaxed, a good slave should really be working to inspire multiple orgasms. “Use your fingers, too.” I worked my cock inside, and then pounded into my cousin while she continued to lick my s****r’s pussy. Lara must have been close already, because after only a dozen or so thrusts she started yelling, “Oh, fuck, fuck, yes.” She stopped her work on Faith’s cunt as the sensation overtook her, ...

... but then went back to it without needing to be told. I came next, depositing what was sure to be the first of many loads of my cum into my cousin’s pussy. Faith had only cum the once, but when she saw I was done, she got off Lara’s face and lay down beside her. We all had a moment to catch our breath. “So, what now?” I asked. I could probably go again, and though I wanted to get another shot at Lara’s eggs, I thought I’d better take care of Faith if she wanted it. Faith had a different idea. “Let’s make Mikey fuck her. Maybe if he’s got his own s****r to fuck, he won’t be bothering me all the time.” I grinned, found Lara’s phone and passed it to her. “Call your b*****r. Tell him you want him to come fuck you.” Lara kept her eyes on me, and forgot to acknowledge with a “Yes, Master,” but dialed the number and put it to her ear. A few moments later, she was talking to her b*****r. “It’s me, Lara. I’m at home.” I couldn’t hear how Mikey responded, and it didn’t seem like Lara was listening much, because the very next thing she said was, “I want you to come home and fuck me.” I could only imagine Mikey’s response was, “What?” “You heard me. Come fuck me.” I took the phone gently from Lara’s hand, and put it to my ear. “Well, there you are, Mikey. Your s****r invited you to fuck her. And, as I recall, you lost a bet. So you’d better get over here and do it.” “Mark? What the…” “She lost a bet. You lost a bet. Your s****r’s not welching out, are you?” There was a long pause on the ...