The Bet

Why do I do it? Why do I keep doing it and losing? I should know better by now. Oh, well, I lost and now I have to pay the price, even though I don't know the price.

We were lying in bed after making whoopy. He reached over to the nightstand and opening the draw, he pulled out a deck of cards. He separated the aces from the deck.

"Take this magic marker and make a special mark on the back of each card."

So, I did just what he told me to do. I handed them back to him and,

"Thank you. Now, for losing the bet we had, this is what you're going to do."

He handed me the four cards back. I noticed that his dick was starting to twitch.

"What's going to happen is this. Each of these cards is good for one BJ. You collect the card and give it to me. When I get all four of them, the bets completed."

"You have got to be shitting me! You want me to suck off a complete stranger?"

"Hey, you never know. It may just be one of my friends that you've wanted for a long time."

"And who would that be? No, never mind. I don't want to know."

I was mad. His dick was at half-mast. I was still mad.

"So, how will I know who this... stranger, will be?"

"You won't know. Whoever hands you one of these four, that's who you suck off. Simple, huh?"

I was mad, but I had to take it. I got up and dressed. I didn't make him breakfast that morning. I was mad.

It was three days later. A Friday night out with the girls. We were at the local watering hole. I was on the forge of feeling good and working to get there, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned, I expected it to be one of the girls.

It was a man. A good-looking man. The girls surrounded him. As I looked up into a beautiful pair of baby blue eyes, he took my hand and placed something into it. When I looked down, there was the card.

One of the four. I turned it over to see my mark on it, so I know it was one.

"My name is Gary, may I buy you a drink, Terry?"

What could I say to that, but I also included the other girls. I thought that if I'm going to give this handsome guy one of my famous blowjobs, he could at least buy us all a drink. Maybe two.

After two rounds, he asked me if I wanted to go out to his car or mine. Decisions, decisions. I told him, mine. I figured I would have a level of safety, but then I gave him my keys.

Now, let me say this. In a position of weakness, ok, a couple of drinks, I told the girls about our bet and what I have to do. After they all wished they had the same thing, it was forgotten... until now.

Before we went out to the car, he had to buy them another round to keep their mouths shut.

Once in the car, I told him that I'm not this kind of woman. I thought about what I just said and then said,

"Oh, what the fuck. It's only a blowjob. Pull your pants down and show me what I'm working with."

"That kind of talk will get you nothing, Terry. How about showing me your tits. Maybe the sight of those will get you a hardon."

So, I did show him my tits. And I let him feel them while I held and stroked his impressive cock. Then I bent down to get to work.

I wasn't going to waste time and so I just took as much of him as I could. I stayed down on him for a few seconds, and his hips came off the seat. I backed off till I was just holding his cock.

I looked into his eyes as I went back down taking even more of him.

"Holy Fuck!"

I make great first impressions.

I squeezed his shaft and let it slip out of my palm slowly and then taking just the head into my mouth, using my tongue on the underside just below the crown.

Then I went into BJ mode. I latched onto a rhythm. Deep, shallow, and merge the two. Pretty much giving my best. Seems it didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, my fucking word!! I'm gonna cum down your throat!!"

What encouragement. One last lick and suck with a squeeze and I felt that first blast of cum hitting the back of my mouth.

Now, I don't love the taste of cum. I don't hate it either, so swallowing it is no big deal. I was just not expecting the volume of thick fluid I would have to take. But I came through like a true trouper.

When he was through, I sucked as I slowly pulled off his deflating cock. I gave one last swallow and sat up. When he sat up, I asked him if I was any good at giving a blowjob.

"You've got to be kidding me. Why would you think such a thing? You're the best I've ever had. I have never received a better BJ."

I took that as a complacent. Then I kicked him out of the car and drove home. When I got home, he was sitting up in bed reading. I said nothing but just walked over and handed him the card.

"Oh, well looks like someone had to give a BJ tonight. How'd that go. I hope I get a good review."

"Oh, I think you will. He had a nice cock. Maybe next time, he'll last a little longer. I was just getting into it."

Again, there was a long time between cards. Right after the first card, I was on pins and needles. I wouldn't talk to men in general. I was making a wreak of myself.

I was out shopping one day and walking down main street, I decided that I needed a chair massage. Now, if you haven't had one, don't knock it. For a quick stress reliever without involving sex, try it.

I went into my usual salon and told them what I wanted. The desk girl asked me if I preferred someone. I told her that I didn't care who worked on me, they just better have happy fingers.

Before I knew it, I was straddling a chair with my head in a donut. It was about ten minutes, and I was about to fade out, when I felt hands on my shoulders. Large hands. A man's hands.

"Hello, Terry. My name is Brad and I will be relieving your stress for you."

The voice got right to my pussy. Before I could react, my pussy started pumping. I lifted my head to see who owned the voice. The visual was just as good as the voice. I extended my hand and when he took it, I knew the massage was going to be fun.

When I turned to put my head back, I could smell myself. I hoped that he could do it too. Then he got into the massage, and it wasn't five minutes before,

"I'm not having a good time moving over that sweater. Think we could do something about it?"

I thought for a minute and made a decision. I sat up and without looking behind me, I whipped off my sweater and bra with one swoop. I lied down for the third time.

"Well, I didn't expect that action, but it will make it work better. Oil?"

"Just a little. I don't want to feel like I've just had great sex."

"That's fine. If at any time you want more... oil, let me know."

So, he began working and I began melting. His hands were like magic. My stress went down and my libido went up.

There is a bar that runs across the chair and it's to hold on to. I found out that you can just rest your arms too. It was too late when I noticed that with my arms like this, my boobs are a hanging and are a swaying.

Then his hands started to work on my sides and with slowly increasing the working area, he was just about holding my tits.

"Terry, would you like me to massage these for you?"

I thought that this is all a dream. He wants to massage my tits?

"Sure. Just be gentle. Oh, and my nipples are very sensitive. They don't like to be pinched."

Think I got my point across?

So, he reaches around me with both hands and starts to squeeze and kneed my tits. Now I was ready to get more involved in the proceedings. That's when I felt it.

Somehow, he managed to get naked, and he was pushing his cock into the middle of my back. Damn, he felt big.

I didn't know what to do so I did nothing but make a mental note about his length. My first figure was 7 but then after a few minutes of friction to my back, I moved up to 8.

When I made the decision to turn and look at his cock, make a new figure and then get dressed and leave. When I looked down, I let out a loud moan. That along with a few words about a monster.

"Ahh, Brad. How often do you water that thing."

Hey. It was the first thing that I thought of.

"Suck it. Take it in your mouth and suck it. You know you want it."

I didn't want it and it was looking like it was going to take me a little more time to get out of here.

"I'm not going to suck your cock, so put that thing away before I change my mind."

Did I say that? Well, I looked at him and he was smiling while stroking that beauty not a foot in front of my face.

"Where the fuck did you get that??"

He reached behind himself and pulled out a... card. The card. The one with my mark on the back. I looked at his cock again and just took the card from him, opened my mouth, and took him as deep as I could.

I wasn't going to beat around the bush on this one. I went for the gusto. It was a little tough because of his size. I could never deep throat him. I couldn't open my mouth enough for that, but I managed to have him moaning in no time and his balls retracting before the big bang.

He wasn't going down without a fight though. I gave him some of my best tricks and he still wouldn't cum. I even thought of letting him fuck me to give my jaw a break. A woman's work is never done.

I put the mouth, tongue and lips in full mode and went to work on him. Shortly he started moaning and groaning. Then his hips started to rise off the couch. My job here was coming to an end and I hoped that the ending was half as good as getting there.

"Where do you want to cum?" I asked him in between sucks.

"Oh, fuck. How about if I cum... all over those beautiful tits."

"Well, seeing as you gave me that complement, how can I say no."

He pulled out of my mouth before I could pick up where I left off and only taking three or four strokes of that monster, came like a fire hose let loose.

I stopped counting strings of thick white baby batter that shot out the end of his beautiful cock. He was striping my tits. He actually aimed his hose on my tits giving me stripes that went criss cross between my boobs. One went right across both nipples. Great shot.

He asked me if he could take a picture of my tits covered in his own cum. Sure, I told him. Just be sure to send a copy to my husband. I'm sure that he will love it.

Then I stopped and thought, who's cock will I be sucking next.