Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... and I’ve given her to you three times. If you want her again, you pay the going rate. And if you pay, it doesn’t count against your five… that way if Lara wants a fuck once school starts again, she still has two from you.” He acted like he didn’t care, but it only two weeks before he broke and told me he had a hundred dollars and a hard-on to take care of. Fucker lost me a bet. I bet Faith he’d ask before that week was out. So instead of me pocketing that hundred, she did. Oh well, there’d be plenty more where that came from. I did make a lot of money off Lara that summer, and had a lot of fun doing it. Like Faith did at the beginning, Lara didn’t want to give me the satisfaction of admitting she enjoyed being a sex slave, but I could tell she did from the way she came so readily and began following my orders with greater and greater enthusiasm. Because Lara was getting so compliant, I decided to reward her and started giving her a cut of the money I charged people to fuck her. Not every time, so she wouldn’t expect it as her right, and not a large cut, but enough to reinf***e the good behavior, as I saw it. By the middle of July, it was rare she had a sullen look on her face and she hardly ever forgot to call me master. Faith also seemed to enjoy the new arrangement. As submissive as she was, maybe she also had a hidden little dominant streak… or maybe she just liked the turnabout of having Lara sexually service her for a change. I got a little d***k on the power, I guess, ...

... even more so than with my s****r, but if you ask me, Lara deserved it. This was all her fault, and she had no one to blame but herself. My cousin had one last moment of near rebellion, and that took place in early August. This one wasn’t sparked by something new and horrible I made her do, but instead, something that had been in the cards for a long time. I called her over, like it was any other day. I wanted to dump a load of cum in her pussy. This time, it was just us. As usual, Mikey wasn’t there, and Faith wasn’t really in the mood that day, but went to visit a friend. She did tell me to have fun. When Lara showed up, she was wearing a short skirt and tank top. No bra or panties. I’d gotten a kick of instituting that rule, and she had complied so far. I opened the door to let her in, and didn’t notice right away that she seemed to have something on her mind. She wasn’t eager, or even just blank as she’d sometimes been, she was stiff, tense, wearing a near scowl on her face. I was preoccupied, trying to think of something to spice up the sex this time around. The idea of forcing her to have sex with me on camera for a load of anonymous viewers around the world had a certain appeal, but I hadn’t worked out how to do it yet. I needed to make sure nobody could track the broadcast back to me, and probably to frame the broadcast so neither of our faces ever showed. The first part might not be necessary if I could be certain of the second, nobody would have any reason to know ...