A Friendly Wager

Anna moaned softly when she felt George's warm breath against her wet folds. Her heart beat faster and her mind raced.

"I...I have so many mixed, torn feelings." She told him. "Part of me can't believe this is happening, that maybe it's wrong somehow. But I...I want to obey you, I like knowing I've pleased you. I didn't think...I didn't know it'd be like this, but yes...it turns me on. And it makes me feel good that you like looking at my body."

"I do like looking at you, Anna," George said, keeping his face just inches away from her ass. "Right now, all I can see is your hot wet pussy and your tight little asshole, and my cock is so hard it may burst out of my pants."

He breathed on her again.

"And I want you to obey me, too," he said. "Right now, I want you to tell me something that turns you on even though you don't want it to. Something sexual that makes you ashamed or embarrassed, something that maybe you've never told anyone else in your entire life. Sexual thoughts and images that you don't want to have, but keep coming back to you when you're playing with yourself."

"Anna, tell me your dirtiest fantasy. Tell me."

Anna felt the heat rush to her cheeks when George spoke again. His words were so...dirty, so sensual, describing her pussy and ass and how it affected him. She knew that by now he must be able to see how she was nearly dripping wet. She felt partly ashamed that someone else was causing this reaction, without laying a hand on her.

Her mind flashed to her fantasies when he asked the question. She groaned softly, lifting her head to look back at him best she could.

"I...I've always had this fantasy of someone...just fucking taking control and using me. Forcing his cock down my throat, in my pussy, in my ass. Cumming on my face and tits. Spanking me. Making me his little slut." She took a shaky breath. Was she really telling George all this? "His dirty whore."

George had never been so turned on in his entire life. His head was spinning. His breath caught in his throat. He looked at Anna, spreading her ass wide for him, and talking so dirty to him... so dirty. He thought his cock might explode.

"Anna, that is the single hottest fucking thing I have ever heard," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "And I am going to make you my dirty little slut right now."

He leaned forward and pushed his tongue straight into Anna's open pussy. His lips pressed against her clit and his nose against her asshole. He swirled his tongue in a circle inside her wet cunt, tasting her juices on his tongue.

Thus far, George had only looked and not touched. So Anna wasn't prepared for what happened next. Before she could react to his words, she felt his tongue push inside her. He didn't waste time, working her pussy and clit with his lips and tongue.

"Oh fuck!" She cried out, her pussy automatically clenching around his probing tongue. Some part of her mind yelled that this was too far. She couldn't let him continue this. "George..." She started to tell him to stop. But just then, he moved his tongue against a spot that drove her crazy and she moaned deeply. "Oh God..." She whispered, burying her face in the mattress, her hips pushing back against his face. "I can't..." Her voice was just a feeble whisper even as she rocked into him.

Jake rarely went down on her and even when he did it was brief and never this pleasurable. George really knew what he was doing.

George loved the smell and taste of Anna's sex. His cock throbbed insistently in his pants as he pushed his tongue deeper into her hot cunt.

He could hear her softly protesting, gently objecting to his mouth and tongue. But more than that, he could feel her wet pussy gushing into his mouth and her tight little ass pushing back against his face.

Anna was still holding her bare bottom with both hands, spreading it open for him as he licked her pussy. He put his hands on top of hers and gently spread her cheeks wider still. He found her clit again with his tongue, then slowly, agonizingly, slid his wet tongue over her clit, up along the folds of her pussy, and then--after a brief pause--across her tiny puckered anus. Holding her ass open, he traced his tongue in a slow circle around the rim of her asshole.

Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door.

"Hey baby what are you doin?" said the voice on the other side. "Me and some guys are going down to the wing place, come on!"

Jake.

George had already thought of this possibility. In one motion, he stood up and turned around, grabbing Anna's shirt and yoga pants from the floor. He tossed them toward her on the bed and they landed on her ass, which was still sticking straight up in the air. He quickly picked up Anna's chair and set it in front of her desk, then sat down and pretended to be intently working on her computer.

There was another pounding on the door. "Anna? Are you in there babe?"

He looked at Anna and let a small smile play across his face.

Anna couldn't hold onto her protests as George's tongue found her clit. She shuddered as he flicked it expertly, drawing deep moans of pleasure from her lips. His hands moved over hers and she felt him spreading her wider, his tongue moving from her clit, through her lips and finally found her puckered hole. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of his tongue probing around there.

Her body froze in a stiff position when she heard the banging on her door and Jake's voice call from behind it. Suddenly, she was shifted back into reality. George threw her her clothes and she scrambled into them as Jake called again.

"Uh, Yeah babe, just a sec!" She called out, smoothing her hair and shooting George a look. Her face was flushed and she tried to bring her breathing back to normal. Then she crossed the room to open the door.

"Hey!" She said, forcing a smile. "I'm actually not very hungry right now. George and I are working on something for class."

She saw Jake shoot George a hard look. "Of course you are." He muttered and stepped back. Anna felt instantly guilty and leaned up to kiss him. "Go have fun with the boys. Maybe I'll see you tonight?" She asked softly.

Jake nodded and they shared another kiss. "Later babe." He said, shooting George another suspicious look then walked off down the hall.

Anna shut the door, leaning against it. "You should go," she said to George. "This is wrong on so many levels and you've gone too far. Forget the stupid bet."

George looked at her calmly.

"Forget the stupid bet?" he said, smiling. "How could I forget the bet when I just had my face buried in your pussy?"

He leaned forward with a mischievous look in his eye. "And my tongue in your asshole!" he said in a stage whisper. "I think you liked that, didn't you, Anna? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

He grinned as he stood up and walked over to her. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her hips against his. He knew she could feel his hard dick pressed against her pelvis.

"You're my dirty little slut, Anna," he whispered in her ear.

He leaned in as if to kiss her, then stopped just an inch away from her lips. He looked at her for a moment, then pulled back.

"Go to the wings place," he said, reaching past her to open the door. "Your boyfriend will be so disappointed if you don't."

He walked past her, through her dorm room door and out into the hallway. He turned and looked at her. "By the way, your pretty blue panties are still in the middle of the floor."

He smiled again and then turned and left.

Anna gasped when George pulled her against him, groaned when he called her his dirty slut. For one terrifying, or maybe hopeful, moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. But she didn't try to pull back. He did however, and when he finally walked out, she shut the door behind him, locking it.

"Fuck..." She groaned, her eyes focused on the panties on the floor. What the hell had she just let happen? And how did he do it so easily? Her body was still on fire and she still felt his tongue on her clit.

She made her way back to her bed, sinking down into it. Putting both hands on her face she muffled a frustrated scream. What would have happened if Jake hadn't shown up? How far would they have gone? She didn't want to think about it.

But she did. And as thoughts of George dropping his pants, pressing the head of that thick dick she'd felt earlier against her , plunging into her without notice, Anna's hand slipped down her pants. She stroked her own pussy, fingers delving in and teasing her clit as she imagined George fucking her hard, pounding her from behind.

It didn't take long for her to bring herself to a hard orgasm. Afterward, she sank back, feeling ashamed. She angrily pushed thoughts of George out of her mind and stood to get dressed to meet Jake and his friends. She threw on a clean pair of black thongs, a denim skirt that came to mid thigh and a simple white tank top that hugged her curves. Then she set out to the wing place.

George's dick was still rock-hard as he walked across the quad toward his dorm. He could hardly think straight and he was practically grinding his teeth with lust.

That's got to be the ultimate cockblock, he thought to himself. I've got my face buried in the hottest ass I've ever seen and her boyfriend knocks on the door.

Fuck me.

He stormed through the front dorm entrance and quickly walked down the hall to his room. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to find Joe, his roommate, sitting on their coach and playing video games in a cloud of pot smoke.

"What's up, dude?" Joe said, without looking up. "You want to smoke a bowl or--"

George spun on his heel and walked out, back down the hallway and into the community bathroom. He looked underneath the stalls and didn't see any feet. He opened the door to the far stall and locked himself in. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was still hard even after he had walked all the way across campus.

He closed his eyes and jerked his cock relentlessly, remembering the way Anna had casually taken off her clothes in front of him, then looked back over her shoulder as he checked out her bare ass. He thought about how she had opened her legs for him, and then turned over and spread her perfect ass for him. He thought about the way her pussy looked and tasted, and the way she had squirmed when he licked her asshole.

He could feel a powerful orgasm building in his balls as he stroked his cock faster and faster. Then he stopped and looked around.

I'm standing in a bathroom stall jerking myself off, he thought. He was disgusted with himself.

"Fuck this," he said out loud.

He tucked his raging cock back into his pants, zipped up, and exited the stall. He walked out of the bathroom, down the hall and out the back door of his dorm. Moments later, he was in his car, driving off campus and turning onto the main road toward downtown.

Anna drove to meet Jake and his friends, still unable to shake thoughts of George. She felt extremely guilty, ashamed, and turned on at the same time. When she walked into the wing joint, the smell of food made her realize she was hungrier than she'd thought.

She found Jake seated at a big table surrounded by a few of his football buddies and a couple of their girlfriends. He jumped up when he saw her, surprised.

"Hey babe!" he said, hugging her. Anna melted into his warm arms and familiar scent. The feeling of his strong arms around her helped to push away thoughts of George.

"What are you doing here?" Jake asked, pulling her into his lap. "Thought you were working on stuff with George?"

Anna shrugged. "We finished early, and I missed you." She smiled, grabbing a sip of his coke. "Plus, I was hungrier than I thought." She grabbed a fry from his plate and popped it in her mouth. As she sat with her hand in Jake's and laughed with their friends, she had nearly forgotten the whole ordeal with George. Nearly.

George parked his car at the back of the wing place parking lot. He knew the place well--he and his stoner roommate, Joe, had been there many times, usually well after midnight and in advanced stages of inebriation. Joe had been known to eat too fast and have to stumble out the back entrance to throw up by the dumpster.

George slipped in the back door and was able to catch a glimpse of Anna sitting on her meathead boyfriend's lap.

He may be her boyfriend, but she's my dirty whore, he thought to himself. He felt his balls tingle again, remembering the erotic scene from that afternoon. He could still taste Anna's pussy on his tongue.

He walked back outside and got back in his car, then looked around. The parking lot was fairly well lit, but not too well. There were people stumbling out to their cars, passing close by, but no one would notice him unless they happened to look.

He took out his phone and texted Anna:

Come out to the parking lot. Use the back door. You'll see my car to your left.

Now.

Anna felt her phone buzz in her pocket as she bit into a wing. She ignored it for a moment as she finished eating. Then, she pulled it out and glanced down, seeing it was a text from George.

Fuck, she thought, all the memories washing back. Her body must have tensed because Jake put his hand on her back. "You ok, babe?"

Anna smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." She leaned her head on his shoulder and ignored the message, until Jake wanted to get up to go to the bathroom, himself. As he walked away, she couldn't stop herself from checking the text.

The words on her screen made her look up and out the window. But she couldn't see him from where she sat.

She texted back. Are you crazy? You're following me, now? There was no way she was going to go out to meet him. But the memory of their brief earlier encounter and the strange compulsion she felt to obey his commanding words changed her mind.

Fine. She sent the second text as Jake came back. She stood, feeling guilty again but it didn't stop her this time. "I've actually gotta run, babe." She told him. "Forgot I was meeting Alayna."

They said their goodbyes and on trembling legs, she walked out to meet George.

George's phone buzzed as he sat in his car. He read Anna's text and frowned. He was composing his reply, reminding her that he had absolute power, when a second text appeared:

Fine.

He grinned and squeezed his cock through his pants. Just the thought of her was making his dick hard again. He watched the restaurant's back door and in a moment, there she was--in a white tank top and a blue denim skirt.

God, she's so fucking hot, he thought to himself.

He watched her as she scanned the parking lot, looking for his car. In a moment, she found it and there eyes met as he sat in the driver's seat. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw her smile ever so briefly.

He waved and motioned for her to come on over.

After a moment, Anna spotted George's car. She looked back at the restaurant's back door one last time, as if she were going to change her mind, or to make sure she hadn't been followed. Then she started walking toward George, looking around her to make sure no one was looking.

He eyed her from his car and the way he looked at her made her shiver. She'd always thought George was attractive, but something about him now was hot.

Taking a deep breath, she looked behind her once more before opening the car door and sliding in. The latch of the door closing had a tone of finality, indicating it was too late to go back now.

"Why did you follow me here?" She asked finally. "I thought I made myself clear that you were to leave."

George chuckled.

"Take off your panties and give them to me, Anna," he said.

Anna shook her head and looked out the window for a moment, as if she were torn. Then, finally, without looking at him or saying a word, she slipped her skirt up enough to reach her panties. She pulled them down slowly, working them down and off her legs. Then she handed them over to him, never looking his way.

He took Anna's panties and slipped them into his pocket.

"Good, Anna," he said. "Tell me, did you play with yourself after I left your room this afternoon?"

Anna saw George slip her panties in his pocket out of the corner of her eye. What would he do with them? She crossed her arms over her chest at his next question.

"Yes, I did." She admitted, feeling the blush creep back into her face.

"You are my dirty little slut, aren't you," he said to her, leaning over closer to her.

"Pull up that skirt and let me see that pretty little pussy. Then show me exactly how you played with yourself today. I'm going to watch you play with your pussy right now."

"Do it now, Anna."

Anna groaned when George called her his slut. She glanced out the window again. They weren't exactly hidden, but they were parked far enough away that it was doubtful anyone would walk by. She bit her lip, hesitating.

Slowly, she pulled up her skirt, bending a knee. She adjusted herself in the seat, sliding down a little. She propped one foot on the dashboard to open her legs, exposing her glistening wet lips.

Her heart pounding, she let him look for a moment before sliding her fingers down to pry open her lips. She dipped one finger between her lips, moaning softly as she drug it over her swollen clit. Then, she pressed two fingers deep within herself, while her thumb worked over her sensitive nub.

George moaned softly when he saw Anna's beautiful pussy again. He moaned louder when she slid her fingers between her legs. He was enraptured. He had never watched a woman masturbate before -- at least, not in real life. He stared, entranced, as Anna slid one finger over her clit, then pushed two fingers inside her swollen lips.

He leaned closer to her and put his hand on her throat, then slid his fingers down inside her tank top. He pushed past that same lacy blue bra from before and cupped his hand around her breast. He let his fingers play across her nipple before squeezing it gently.

He growled softly in her ear. "And what were you imagining when you played with yourself today, Anna? Were you thinking about how my tongue felt on your pussy? Or were you imagining me pushing my stiff dick into your cunt? Or your mouth? Or even that tight little asshole?"

He pinched her nipple a little harder and sat for a moment, watching Anna's fingers slide in and out of her wet pussy. "What were you thinking about when you came, my little whore?"

Anna let her head fall back against the seat as she slowly worked her fingers in and out of her tight pussy. She gasped softly when she felt George's hand slide down her tank top and under the top of her bra, finding a stiff nipple and pinching it between his fingers.

His voice in her ear made her shudder. "I thought about your tongue on my pussy, about..." She moaned again. "about you replacing your tongue with your hard dick and fucking me until I screamed..."

She hesitated for a moment, slowly focusing her thumb on her clit. "When I came, I was thinking of you shooting your hot thick load deep in my pussy..."

Anna was the sexiest woman George had ever met. Hell, she was the sexiest woman he had ever heard of. He couldn't believe how fucking hot she was, and listening to her talk dirty made his aching cock fully erect yet again.

He took his hand out of her bra, reached down and took her wrist. He put her fingers to his lips and tasted her pussy again. "God, you are so fucking hot, Anna," he said.

He sat back in his driver's seat. "Come here, Anna," he said. "Get on your knees in the seat and lean over here close to me. Keep your skirt pulled up, though. I want to see that beautiful bare ass in the air again."

Anna watched him lick her fingers then did as he ordered. It was a little awkward, maneuvering in the car, but she got to her knees and leaned over him, bracing a hand on his thigh and one on the steering wheel.

She was angled so that he could get a good view of her bare ass. "Is this good?" She asked.