Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... one more orgy… they got one, but that wasn’t my reason for calling them. I wanted to lay out an idea that Faith and I had. They sat in our living room, Lara seemingly calm, even bored, Mikey fidgety. I noticed that he never met Faith’s eye much anymore, ever since she became pregnant. “So, you’re going to California,” I said. Faith sat beside me. I rubbed her feet casually as we spoke, she’d told me they were a little sore and swollen. “Yeah,” Mikey said. “Should be fun to go again. The beaches are fantastic.” I’d only seen them on television. “Well, I hope you have fun, but your s****r’s still my slave, and even if I’m not there to use her, that doesn’t change anything.” “I know,” Lara said, trying, I think, even if it was without much success, to keep from sounding exasperated. “I can’t do anything sexual with anybody else.” “Unless I say,” I clarified, and then looked back to Mikey. “That doesn’t apply to you, of course, I hope you have a blast. Bang a supermodel or something, or even some nice girl on the beach.” He grinned. “However, you still have four more times to fuck your s****r on demand, and you will be doing that at least once that week, so make sure you bring a condom.” “Fine, no fucking except once with my b*****r,” Lara said. “Master,” she added belatedly. “At least that’s better than going cold turkey.” “A little more specific than that. At some time during the vacation, I will send you a text message. It’ll say, ‘Hope you’re having a blast.’ When you ...

... get the text, you have one hour to fuck your b*****r.” I grinned at their mixed reactions. Mikey had his head up as though he was torn between being happy and being confused. Lara’s eyes narrowed, like she was planning something, or sure that I was. “And because I’m still not sure I can trust my slave, before the end of the hour, you will take a picture on your phone, of you having sex, and send it to me. I don’t care if you’re in church or a f****y dinner at a restaurant when you get the text, you will find a place and start screwing. With a condom on, though.” “Come on, man, you can’t do that,” Mikey said. “I mean, sure, we’ll fuck, but work with us, let us do it when it’s not dangerous.” “A little risk is fun,” I said. I smiled at Faith. “Isn’t it?” “It sure is,” she agreed, then looked down at and patted her belly casually. “Besides,” I said. “This is not negotiable. If I find out either of you held out, well, there are some pictures that are getting released to your friends at school.” That quelled the dissent. Mikey went back to fidgeting. Lara just shrugged and said, “Yes, master.” I let go of my s****r’s feet and said, “My hands are cramping up. Lara, get over here and rub my s****r’s feet.” She gave the standard reply and knelt in front of the couch. Faith had extended her legs, grinning. I watched for a few minutes, then pulled out a folded sheet of paper, and passed it to Lara. Time for order two. “Second order of business. You’re going to Hollywood. Lara, if you ...