Roulette by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Roulette by loyalsock

... Hold a sec...! It's the booze! I didn't mean... C'mon guys, after all this time you know better than that,&#034 She began and then paused. &#034OOOH... Yeah... What I meant was: &#034French Roulette.&#034 Her demeanor flashed from frantic apologist to that of a smug, lust filled, evil genius. She waited, expecting instant comprehension. Instead silence and blank stares ensued. Finally, Andrea waved her home, &#034OK, C'mon. Let's have it.&#034 &#034First the stakes,&#034 she began. &#034High. But not as high, or as final, as the Russian version. The losers become the sex slaves of the winner for the rest of the night.&#034 &#034Hmmm. OK. Let's say you've got my attention back&#034, Andrea allowed. &#034Just don't freak me out any more.&#034 I paused for dramatic effect while pretending, in exaggerated fashion, to consider the stakes. &#034Gee, I don't know... (followed without pause by)... well, if I must...&#034 I said in my best Groucho. It definitely didn't deserve it, but they chuckled politely anyway. &#034Please do continue,&#034 Andrea urged Karen onward. &#034Look, we've been talking about sucking his cock for some time now,&#034 said Karen. Andrea glared at her and was again blushing furiously. Once more, I was rendered speechless. &#034Here's the bet,&#034 Karen quickly continued before Andrea could rally a defense, &#034We proceed in rounds. First round, we take turns of one draw on his cock. Round two, we each take two draws. And so on...&#034 &#034Take a ...

... draw?&#034 I puzzled. &#034Lips slide down the shaft. Lips are dragged back up the shaft while sucking. This is a draw,&#034 Karen exasperatedly explained. &#034Don't try to tell us you never had a blow job.&#034 &#034No. No. I've never heard the mechanics of it referred to this way, that's all.&#034 &#034May, I continue? Thank you. The rest should be obvious. The loser is the one who winds up with a mouthful of cum.&#034 &#034And just how, pray tell, does he lose?&#034 Andrea wondered, the conversation having raced her past her initial horror at Karen's disclosure. &#034Point taken. Hold a sec...&#034. Karen paused, though I'm sure she had this worked out in advance. &#034God, your gonna love this. He has to keep from cumming! If he lasts past round, lets say 30, he wins and we're his slaves. If not, he joins the other loser in submission.&#034 Hmmm, no downside to me. If I managed to hold out, I'd more than satisfy myself with them later. The tequila, apparently, and her developing interest in the rules, pushed Andrea right along. &#034So, we're both trying to make him cum, although into each other's mouth,&#034 she considered. &#034And he's...&#034 &#034...And he's getting more and more desperate to cum but mustn't,&#034 Karen finished. I know what you're thinking. And had I been a little more sober, the implications would've hit me sooner, too. I'll leave the task of double checking my math to you. For now, trust me. The arithmetic progression of one to thirty &#034draws&#034 ...