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Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

Date: 5/25/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

me to the door. I told her I’d call her after I talked to Todd. I wanted to be the one to break the news. I did just that the next day. I dropped by his place, unannounced, and just in time, too. When I pulled up, he was opening up the garage, getting ready to go somewhere. “Hey, Todd.” He nodded to me. “’Sup. Got your s****r with you?” I shook my head. “Not here about her. Here about you.” “What do you mean?” “Well, I had a little adventure the other day.” I’d already called up the picture of Jeanette with her lips around my rod, and pulled it out. I pointed the camera at him. Let him stare at it. “That’s your girlfriend. And that’s my cock. If you don’t believe this, you can call her to verify.” His face turned red. “I can’t fucking believe it,” he said. “That whore.” He had no idea how right he was. “Yeah, she’s no more faithful than you, so naturally she’s a whore. I guess that means I won the bet.” I put the phone back into my pocket, and got out my wallet. I’d gotten a hundred dollar bill from the bank, it felt cooler somehow. I held the bill towards him. “So I’m here to buy your car, as agreed. Here’s $100.” I watched his lip curl up defiantly, and I knew then that I wasn’t going to get my car. The only question was how. Like I said, loopholes and technicalities are a part of betting for me. If you don’t specify the terms of the bet carefully enough, you can win on a loophole, or get out of the prize on a technicality. If Todd had won, for example, I would never ... charge him or make him wear a condom to fuck Faith. However, he never specified that I had to decide to let him fuck her at all. That was still my domain. I could just decide to not instruct her to fuck him, and that, in my mind, would be fair. A little shady, not the kind of trick you want to pull too often or people begin suspecting you all the time, but fair, especially when the alternative meant breaking the promise I made to Faith. Similarly, I’d been prepared for Todd to try to find some loophole. I even thought of one myself. He agreed to sell me his car, not that it had to be in good condition. He could have deliberately totaled the car, accepted the insurance money, and then sold me the husk for $100. If Todd had been smart enough to think of that, or something like that, I would have been pissed off, but only because I’d been bested in a fair fight. I wouldn’t blame him. What I didn’t expect was a flat refusal. “No,” he said. “I’m not selling you my fucking car for a hundred fucking dollars because you fucked some slut,” he said flat out. “It’s worth hundreds of times that!” “You made a bet.” “It was a stupid bet,” he said. “It didn’t mean anything.” “Sure it did.” “Come on, like I’d really bet my car against free sex? Do you know how much that car costs?” “If you didn’t like the terms of the bet, you shouldn’t have agreed to it. But a bet is a bet.” “Fuck off, there’s no way you’re getting my car.” That got me angry, but it was a cold anger. “You know, you’d better give ...