8. The Bet
“Alright guys, next round is on me,” I shout.
“I think we should make tonight interesting. What do you say boys?” Brian says as he slams down his shot glass and Randy nods his head in agreement.
I was going to regret this, “and how do you plan to do that?” I asked.
Brian scanned the room, “I’ll bet that you can’t get that girl to go home with you,” he nods his head toward a brunette sitting at the bar.
“Why that one?” I had been watching her all night and I think I knew the reason.
“I’ve seen nearly every man in here hit on her and they get shot down within ten seconds. I don’t think you can do it,” he replies as Randy chuckles.
“How much are we talking here? I mean we’ve got to make it worth his while,” Randy adds.
Brian pulls some money out of his pocket, “I’ve got $100,” he laid it on the table. Soon there was $500 laying there.
“Easy money,” trying to sound more confident than I really was. I walked up the bar and took the empty stool next to her, “what’s a girl like you doing in here by yourself?”
“Really?” she didn’t even turn to look at me, “is that the best you could come up with?”
“Penny for your thoughts.”
She turned to look at me, “maybe you should go back over to your friends and get some better pick up lines.” Her eyes were the prettiest shade of green I’ve ever seen. She had her white shirt unbuttoned just enough to give you a glimpse of her ample cleavage and her skirt rode up slightly as she crossed her legs.
Shaking my head, “the company is better up here.”
She laughed and it was the most beautiful sound I’ve heard, “I’m guessing you drew the short straw and some sort of bet was made.”
Oh damn, she’s good. “What makes you say that?”
“Your friends have been staring at me all night and I can see the stack of money on the table,” she swirled the ice around in her glass, “so what’s the bet and how much?”
“I’m sure it’s something stupid,” sliding closer to her, “I didn’t catch your name.”
“Because I didn’t offer it.”
“And I’m sure you’d love to take me some place quieter,” she retorted.
“There’s a lot of things I’d love to do.”
Raising her eyebrow, “and just what would they be?”
“Why don’t you tell me your name first?”
“Well, I’d love to get those legs of yours wrapped around me,” taking a drink of my beer.
She rolled her eyes, “wow, never heard that one before.”
“Just being honest,” shrugging my shoulders.
“Honesty? Telling a stranger in a bar that you want to fuck her?”
Leaning over to her, “first I’m to burry my face in your pussy to see if you taste as good as you smell, then fuck your brains out.”
“You seem awfully confident,” she looked me up and down, “sure you’re not overcompensating for something with your forwardness?”
I laughed, “nope. I’m quite large,” she stood up, “leaving me are you?”
“Going to the restroom.”
I nod and get up shortly after her, I walk into the ladies room as she’s washing her hands. She looks at me through the mirror, “what are you thinking, that you’ll just bend me over the counter right here?” A hint of sarcasm in her voice.
“Wanted to show you something.”
“And what’s that?”
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi hard dick, “this,” her eyes widen, “just thought you should see that I wasn’t lying.”
“I can see.”
I zipped myself back up and walked up to her, gliding my hands up her thighs. I pushed her skirt up and rubbed her, “are you wet for me?” She let out a small moan as I pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger inside, “let’s get out of here.”
“I..I don’t usually do this.”
“Neither do I but I can’t wait to hear you screaming my name. My place or yours?”
“I have a roommate,” moaning as I pulled my finger out and fixed her panties.
“I don’t. Let’s go,” I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the restroom. We got outside, “where’s your car?”
“At home, I Ubered.”
I walked us to my car and we both got in. I made the short drive to my house and unlocked the door, stepping aside to let her in first. I locked the door and pushed her against the wall, “I want to hear you screaming my name in every room of this house.” I kissed her passionately as I unbuttoned her top, exposing her large breasts covered in a white lace bra.
She leaned her head back, “you got any condoms?”
Pulling her right breast out of her bra and sucked on her nipple, “I do, but I’m going bare,” raising my eyes to meet hers, “don’t worry I’m clean. You?”
“I’m on the pill and clean too.”
I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, “good. Now, let’s get started,” I carried her to my bedroom and laid her down on my bed. She threw her shirt on the floor then reached back and unhooked her bra, and tossing it as well. “Fucking beautiful,” I pulled my shirt off and added it to the pile on the floor. Taking my time sucking on both breasts before working my way down. Pushing her skirt up and pulled her panties down, exposing her glorious pussy. I licked her wet lips, she tasted just like honey, I dove in like a starving man.
Moaning she pushed me in further and I gladly went deeper, flicking my tongue back and forth as I rubbed her cit with my thumb. She arched her back and laced her fingers through my hair as her moans grew louder. “Stop. I’m going to cum,” she cried.
“Cum for me,” she tasted divine and I couldn’t get enough. She screamed as her orgasm hit and I lapped it up like a dog. I looked up at her as I pulled her skirt off and quickly stripped out of my jeans and boxers before lining myself up and entering her, giving her a moment to adjust before I started thrusted. I pin her hands above her head with one hand and squeeze her breast with the other as she moans. I feel her walls tighten around me as her next orgasm hits her.
“Turn over,” I push her onto her knees before thrusting back in.
She arched her back and rocked her hips back to meet my thrusts, “harder,” it was barely above a whisper, but I heard her. Smiling I began to pound her relentlessly, the sound of my flesh pounding off hers was louder than my grunts. She was screaming in pleasure and we both orgasmed at the same time, her pussy clenching around me, milking every last drop out of me.
I collapsed beside her, both of us a sweaty mess. After we caught our breathe she got up and grabbed her clothes, “what are you doing?”
“Getting dressed,” she looked over her shoulder at me, “I need to shower. I’m going home.”
I pulled her back into the bed, “you can shower here, we’re not done yet.” I pulled het to me and drifted off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning and heard the shower running, I got up, slipped my boxers on, laid a clean shirt on the bed and snuck into the bathroom and grabbed her clothes. I tossed them into the washer and started a pot of coffee.
“Where are my clothes?” She stood in the doorway of my kitchen wearing the shirt I had laid out for her, her hair wet and curly.
Handing her a cup of coffee, “in the washer.”
“Thanks, but I really should be going.”
I stalked up to her and slipped two fingers inside and began slowly pumping, “like I said last night, we’re not done yet.” She pushed my boxers down and began rubbing me, she got down on her knees and took my dick in her mouth. Her mouth felt amazing. I grabbed her hair and began pumping it to meet my thrusts, “I’m going to cum in this mouth of yours then fuck you against the wal,” I held her head tight as I Shot my load in her mouth. She pulled away with an ‘pop’ sound as she wiped away a little cum and saliva mix from her chin. I immediatly picked her up and place her on the island, “but first breakfast. I’m starving.” I devoured her pussy, I could eat this every morning. I plunged her down onto me and pushed her against the wall. “You are not leaving here until I’m done throughly fucking you.”
“You keep this up and I may never leave.”
“That’s fine with me. I could bury myself in your pussy everyday, all day.”