A Friendly Wager

[StylusMaximus]

A Friendly Wager (closed for Viper_Petter)

Closed for Viper_Petter

George and Anna had become good friends since the start of the semester.

They were both in the same Adult Psychology class, and the two of them plus a few other people had formed a study group to go over the lectures and the reading two or three times a week.

As the semester went on, however, the other members of the study group started missing the meetings, then stopped coming altogether. For the past month or so, George and Anna had been the only ones who kept showing up.

George really liked Anna and she seemed to appreciate his sense of humor; they laughed a lot during their study sessions. He thought about asking her out, but she had a boyfriend -- one of the football players, no less. George was dating a couple of different girls off and on, nothing serious.

They met in the library the night before their big midterm and went back over their notes one more time. They had spent a lot of time on the material and they both had it down cold.

Anna put her pen down and stretched in her chair. "Man, I am going to ACE this test tomorrow," she said. "In fact, I expect I will get the highest grade in the class." She smirked at George.

George raised an eyebrow at her. "The highest grade in the class? Excuse me, my dear lady, but you must have forgotten that I am also in this class."

She grinned and punched him on the shoulder. "I see, so you're confident that you're going to get the highest grade?"

He grinned back. "Well, I don't know about the highest grade, but I'll definitely beat you."

She laughed. "Dream on, buddy. I'm going to leave you in the dust tomorrow. It's going to be a little embarrassing, in fact."

George looked her in the eye. "Care to make it interesting?"

Anna titled her head and looked back at him for a moment. She was still smiling but now she had a curious look on her face.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"I mean, how about a friendly little wager?" he said. "Whoever gets the higher score on the midterm wins the bet."

She laughed again. "Easy money!" she said. "Are you kidding? This will be the easiest bet I've ever won. Okay, what do I get after I win? And don't say money, make it more interesting than that..."

She grinned at him, waiting.

George looked at her. Here goes nothing. "Interesting, huh?" he said, rubbing his chin. "Okay, how about this. The winner of the bet gets absolute power over the loser for one week."

Anna sat back a little and stared at him. She bit her bottom lip for a second. "What do you mean, 'absolute power'?"

Well, she didn't slap me. Yet.

He took a deep breath. "I mean, the loser has to do anything the winner commands, immediately and without question or qualification. Absolute power. For one week. This is a psych class, let's make it a psychological wager."

Anna looked down at her shoes. "Anything?" she said softly. She looked up at him.

He looked right back. "Anything."

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Anna broke into a huge grin. "You're on!" she said, laughing. "Boy, are you going to regret this. I think I may have you clean my dorm room and wash my car every day for a week!"

George smiled and held out his hand. "Then it's a bet?"

She giggled and shook his hand firmly. "It's a bet."

*****

The next day, George saw Anna across the classroom. She smiled and waved, then put a mock-serious look on her face and mouthed the words, "You're going DOWN."

George laughed and took his seat.

The midterm exam was multiple choice, so the grades were posted just a few hours later. George found his score, picked up his test paper, and then walked over to Anna's dorm room.

He knocked on the door and she opened it.

"Well, did you get your grade?" he asked.

"I sure did!" she said, smiling. "What about you? Are you ready to lose the bet and begin your week of servitude?"

"We'll see about that," he said, smiling back. He held up his test paper to her.

"I got a 92, what did you get?"

 

[StylusMaximus]

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[Viper_Petter]

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Anna looked at George in surprise, then rapidly something else - maybe fear, maybe disappointment, maybe a trace of excitement.

"90".

She breathed out slowly, looking around to see if there was anyone watching them in the hallway. "Alright, god-damn it. You won. Well played, George." She looked him up and down. "Don't have to look so puffed-up about it. You're practically banging your chest right now, aren't you?" With a smile, Anna turned back to her room. "Well, I have to study for a bit. So hopefully I can ace the next one and put you back in your place. Let me know when you want me to hoover your room or whatever." As she turned, he would see that she was wearing garters - perhaps she was dressed up for a date with the boyfriend that night.

She pushed the door open, expecting he would leave, letting it begin to close behind her. Inside, the beds were empty, the window open with curtains being blown gently. From outside the window, several cheers came out as a number of undergrads ran along laughing with each other from below.

 

[StylusMaximus]

George stood in Anna's doorway with a casual smile on his face. He tried to stay cool and collected, when what he really wanted to do was jump up and down and shout at the top of his lungs.

Holy fuck! he thought. I won the bet. I won the bet. Anna has to do whatever I say. She is my slave for the next week.

He watched Anna's tight little ass as she walked back into her dorm room. He felt a tingle in his balls and a surge of excitement all over his body.

Absolute power.

Still smiling, he stepped into Anna's dorm room and closed the door. She looked up at him quizzically.

"Let's start the week right now, Anna," he said calmly. "Take off all your clothes."

 

[Viper_Petter]

"George..."

Anna had turned, and was looking at him with what seemed to be a fairly good imitation of disgust. "That's ridiculous." One eyebrow raised, a little bit of quizzical creeping into the more resistant expression. When he remained calm and silent, she took a step towards him, raising a hand in a 'whoa' gesture.

"Look, this is ridiculous. George, you know I have a boyfriend. I can't just...strip naked for you. You won the bet, okay. I'll do your homework for a week, or, you know, if you want to kiss me on the cheek or something, maybe." She was about two feet away, hoping the closeness would remind him that they were friends, that he was being unreasonable.

"I mean, like I said - I'll do whatever you want. Within reason."

Wait, had she said that before, when they'd agreed? She felt a little heat come into her cheeks, staring at him, hoping he would look away first, that he would flinch before she did. No...they had been pretty absolute. She had just been so sure that she would win, she had not really considered...that something this over-the-top would be expected!

 

[StylusMaximus]

George looked directly into her eyes.

"I won the bet, Anna," he said evenly. "The winner of the bet gets absolute power over the loser for one week.

"Absolute. Power. You must do whatever I command, without hesitation or qualification. You agreed to the bet. And you lost. And now, I have absolute power. Over you."

He paused for a moment, staring at her.

"Now. Take off all your clothes."

 

[Viper_Petter]

Anna bit her lip in the familiar expression of anxiety that George had often seen in other contexts.

The power in George's voice, and his calm, absolute certainty startled her a little, and left her confused as to what to do, how to handle the situation. She moved back and away from him, over to the window, where she closed the curtains, by climbing onto the bed. Then she turned and stared at him for a long moment.

"Okay...okay. Just...lock the door, okay?"

She pulled off her outer layer, a dark shirt that slipped down onto her covers as she knelt on the bedding. This left her in a white under-shirt, and made the skirt - hiked up by her position - reveal two creamy thighs, and the garters in their fine black.

Knowing that this would not satisfy him, Anna gazed over at George slightly pleadingly. "Look, we're friends. I'm not comfortable with this." There was something more than discomfort in her voice, something like awe or submissiveness. And she unclipped the straps behind her back, pulling them forward. For a moment George would see two small nipples on two nicely-shaped breasts. But as she peeled the garment away, a white cloth that seemed like a tight under-shirt or a bra, she cupped her breasts with her hands, nervously.

The light in the room was very dim now that the windows were sealed over. Anna gazed at George from the bed. "Please..." she whispered. "He would be so pissed, if he saw this."

 

[StylusMaximus]

George felt his cock twitch when Anna took off her undershirt. For just a moment, he could see her full breasts and tiny nipples -- before she covered them with her hands.

God damn. Her tits were glorious, just as he imagined. He had to adjust his dick in his pants.

The sun was going down outside; Anna had drawn the shades and now the room was nearly dark. George turned and flipped on the light switch by the door, and the overhead fluorescents flooded the room with that harsh dorm room light.

He looked at her sternly. "You don't seem to understand, Anna," he said. "Whether or not you are comfortable, or my requests are reasonable, or you have a boyfriend, is irrelevant. I have absolute power over you."

He took one step closer to her as she knelt on the bed.

"Now, for the third and final time, Anna: take off your clothes. All of them."

 

[Viper_Petter]

Anna trembled a little, and almost panicked and freaked out when he put the lights on full blast. The florescents were pretty intense in the small dorm room, and highlighted her semi-nudity a bit excessively for her taste. She looked up at him, feeling the authority in George's voice. Calm. Serious. Committed to dominating her, and making her his.

Brian was really never like that. Despite being an athlete and a stunningly good-looking man, he never took charge, treating Anna like she was a princess, or something that might be broken with too strong of a grip. In her dreams, Anna had sometimes wondered what a rougher hand might feel like. Gripping her hair. Slapping her ass. Perhaps doing...stranger, or kinkier things. Hands were capable of many feats, after all.

Unfortunately, Anna felt herself growing just a tad wet. She blamed the g-string underwear she was wearing, which made her feel just a little slutty, along with the garters. She had been dressing up for Brian that night. That was it, surely. Surely it wasn't that she had known that George was coming along later, and might have beaten her. Might be coming for his bounty...

Anna turned her face away from the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she whispered, "please lock the door...you're the boss...just, I don't want someone...you know..."

Nevertheless, her hands fell away. She began to strip off the g-string, which came away easily once she had freed it from the narrow valley between her thighs. Pulling it down, she let the underwear fall to the floor. She covered her pussy with her hands, unwilling to let George see her so vulnerably. Even though worse things were doubtlessly coming.

Finally, she peeled the remaining pieces away, including the garters, until she was bare on the bedsheets. She sat back on the bed, putting her arms behind her, letting her gaze fall straight down. Her legs stretched out in front, thighs angling so that her womanhood would be blocked from his site. "There you go, winner. Proud of yourself?" Her voice trembled a little, almost on the brink of tears. "Proud of making me feel ashamed? Please. Please lock the door." Her eyes flicked up, but only for a second - too hard to meet George's hungry gaze. When they did, her eyes were filled with a cry for mercy.

 

[StylusMaximus]

When George commanded Anna to strip for the third time, he wondered if she might call the campus police. For just a moment, everything hung in the balance.

And then she seemed to surrender. "You're the boss," she said, turning her back to him. His cock stiffened when he looked down at Anna's tight, perfect little ass. Her rear end had looked amazing in jeans and shorts when she was walking around campus. It looked even more so in the bright light of the dorm room, bare except for a skimpy little thong.

And then, as George watched, Anna slid the thong off her hips and down over her legs. For just a split second, he could see the delicate folds of her pussy between her legs, and then she turned around and sat down on the bed, fully naked before him.

She leaned back on her arms and looked up at him, now making no effort to cover her breasts. George let his eyes roam over her body. She was extraordinary. And a little modest, it seemed. She kept her legs pressed together so he couldn't see too much.

"There you go, winner," she said. "Proud of yourself?" To George, it sounded like she was trying to sound tough--to project a confidence she didn't actually feel. And then he heard her voice quiver when she asked him to lock the door. Again.

She must be really worried about somebody walking in on us, he thought.

He smiled down at her. "Very good, Anna," he said. "I'm glad we understand each other."

He looked at her tits, rising and falling with each breath. Is she just nervous, or excited? he wondered to himself.

"Spread your legs for me, Anna," he said. "Let me see every inch of you."

 

[Viper_Petter]

"Damn it George," she muttered, staring past him at the door. She was indeed worried. The boyfriend had made vague statements about picking her up, maybe now, maybe in an hour, and the uncertainty of this was making her heart pound like a rabbit's.

It occurred to her that perhaps if she cooperated, she could resolve this as quickly as possible. Frowning over at him, she parted her legs, sitting up slightly, fingers going between her thighs.

Let me see every inch of you.

For some reason, perhaps an indication that she was into this despite herself, Anna let her fingers touch the labial lips, and parted them slightly, then slightly more, revealing the inner pink of her pussy for her spectator. She was now furiously blushing, the red creeping from cheek to neck to chest, but she held this pose, awkwardly looking away from the Winner towards one wall.

It was in some sense an interpretation of the statement 'every inch', though admittedly a generous one.

Regardless, she continued to breathe quickly, tits shifting up and down with each inhale and exhale. Her nipples were hardening slightly as if under his gaze. Quietly, not able to look at him or quite speak directly, she murmured "please" again, senselessly, not sure what she was asking for, except for freedom from fear, from humiliation.

If only a tingle in her lower body suggested that...

No. Perish that thought.

 

[StylusMaximus]

George kept his eyes locked on Anna's as she slowly opened her legs for him. Then he looked down at her beautiful, tiny pussy. He gasped as Anna, without any direction, used her fingers to spread her lips open. Her face flushed bright red and she turned away from his stare. But her fingers remained, exposing her to him completely.

George could feel his cock throbbing desperately in his pants. He was almost crazed with lust, but he forced himself to stay cool. He had an entire week.

"Look at me, Anna," he said. "Always look at me unless I tell you otherwise."

He pulled the chair from under her desk and moved it close to the bed, right between her feet, then sat down. He leaned forward slightly. His head was now no more than three or four feet from Anna's pussy. He could see the wetness glistening on her lips.

He took his time, savoring the view of her exposed sex. Then he slowly looked up into her eyes.

"Tell me, Anna, when is the last time you played with yourself?"

 

[Viper_Petter]

With a small sigh, Anna looked back into his eyes, swiveling across the disheveled room briefly before settling on him. His voice was tough, unyielding. She found she didn't want to know what would happen if she disobeyed. Having run out of ways to ask him to lock the door, she now just hoped beyond hope that George would have the sense to be quick about this. She did have room-mates after all.

Room-mates who might be surprised to see Anna stark-ass naked, her legs spread for her friend George, pussy glistening and pink before his face.

When their eyes met and remained locked, she blushed harder, face turning almost red for a moment. It gradually settled to a more attractive pink, but she was clearly humiliated, seeing as how George was enjoying the view so unabashedly. Who had known that he was like this, underneath the surface?

"I...I touched myself...uhm, about...a, uh month ago." She could not seem to get through a sentence, seeming so timid before him. "Brian says...uh, Brian says that masturbation is a sin. That it is dirty, and he thinks it is disgusting. So I stopped."

 

[StylusMaximus]

George had to chuckle at that.

"Dirty and disgusting, huh?" he said. "I'll be the judge of that. When you masturbate, what do you do to yourself? Tell me everything, and don't leave out any details."

He stared unabashedly at Anna's pussy. Incredibly, she was still spreading it wide open with her fingers.

 

[Viper_Petter]

Seeing how George's eyes were greedily devouring her, Anna let the flesh between her fingers go, a soft sound failing to conceal that some arousal was creeping over her. Her fingers remained splayed out on her thighs and belly, as she regarded him with nervousness. Perhaps she had some natural submissive streak, but her eye contact was unflaggingly kept on him. On his eyes. Difficult as it was. Much as she felt ashamed to be so looked at while she confessed her dirty secrets.

"I sometimes...um, this is before I met Brian. But I would sometimes go to the shower, when nobody else was around. And I would let the bath oil run over me, you know? I can't believe I'm telling you this. And I would bring a...uh, a vibrator." She murmured that word in a tiny voice, as well.

"I would set it low, and put it against my...well, against me. And then one hand would touch my breasts. And the other would rub it, and sometimes it would go inside a little. Inside my...inside my body. Or if I was...it it felt very nice. Then I might take the hand from my chest and touch my...touch my clit."

She stopped awkwardly, her mouth parted just slightly, and then closing it. The nervousness was obvious. That, and the embarrassment of talking him through all of her shower mischief.

"Sometimes, I would hear people outside the bathroom. Voices, or footsteps. And it..." The blush grew worse. "...it excited me a little. That they were close."

 

[StylusMaximus]

George smiled. He could tell that Anna was terribly embarrassed by her nakedness and his questions, but she was also unmistakably turned on. Her nipples were standing straight up and her pussy was shining with wetness.

He wondered just how far he could push her. And he fully intended to find out.

"A couple of things, Anna," he said firmly. "First of all, I need a better picture of exactly how you... used to play with yourself. So get your vibrator and show me exactly how did it. You know, back when you used to masturbate."

He smirked at her.

"And while you're doing that, Anna, I need you to talk to me," he said. "Tell me what kinds of things you used to think about when you played with yourself. What did you imagine when you were in the shower with your vibrator? What dirty and disgusting thoughts ran through your mind?"

His eyes drifted down between her legs again.

"It's time for show and tell, Anna," he said.

 

[Viper_Petter]

Anna looked at him in momentary concern or even disgust. "You...right here? George. I don't know." But she moved anyway, if slowly, to a drawer. There, she pushed through a couple of layers of panties - George would notice a number of more slutty ones amidst the thicker mass of boring white and pink garments - and fished out a faux-gem studded black toy. It was more of a dildo than a vibrator, clearly made for penetration, but smaller than a properly phallic toy.

On the bed again, she rolled slightly to one side. "Like this, I - I guess." She parted her legs, a small moist sound as the labia parted. And she pushed the toy between them. On her side, she was not looking at George anymore - a violation of his earlier command. Instead, her blushing face regarded the wall. Meanwhile, first fingers and then the plastic toy, began to play with her cunt for him.

It vibrated quietly, first nudging at her outer lips, and then slipping about an inch inside.

"auh," she murmured quietly.

And then she continued to follow orders.

"I think about...well, nothing much really. Just sex. With Brian, or sometimes...not very often. But sometimes other men. Like an ex-boyfriend who had.......auh..... who had a really great body. I just remember it. Strong. Holding me down."

The toy pushed in and out very slowly, more suggestively than in proper 'fucking' style. The vibrating sound was louder when outside, and muffled a bit when it entered her body. "Auh... aww mmm." She continued to purr on the bed, despite herself. "Sometimes I think about really dirty things. Like, maybe he'd...maybe he would spank me. A little."

There was something held-back in how she spoke. Like there was a buried passion ripe to explore, but too shy to come out.

 

[StylusMaximus]

George watched Anna turned on her side and spread her legs open again. He stared at her little pussy, and, for the first time, the tight pink ring of her asshole. Without realizing it, he moaned softly when he saw Anna push the vibrating dildo slowly into her pussy. He could hear the wet sounds of her juices as the vibe slid in and out, over and over.

"You're not obeying my commands, Anna," George said quietly. "I told you to look at me at all times."

He smiled. "But you know what? You don't have to look at me every moment. You don't have to look at me at all."

He stepped to the edge of the bed. "Hand me your vibrator, Anna," he commanded. "Then get on your knees facing away from me. Put your face down on the bed and stick your tight little ass up in the air."

"And don't disobey me again," he said, staring in her eyes.

 

[Viper_Petter]

Anna delivered him the tool quickly, but there was a slight reluctance in the motion. It was perhaps too embarrassing, giving him the slick tool that still had the moisture from her cunt on it, like a written confession of her lustful feelings. But nevertheless, she complied - though not without giving George a look, almost hurt, of resigned acceptance.

She settled her face down into the mattress. Silently. Rose her hips up, her ass presented up towards George's hands. A rather vulnerable position.

A rather dehumanizing one.

 

[StylusMaximus]

George took the vibrator and watched as Anna obeyed him without question. Her perfect ass was in the air, offered up to him.

He looked down at her.

"Now reach back with your hands and spread your ass for me," he said. "I want to get a good look at your pussy and asshole."

 

[Viper_Petter]

Feeling him behind her, feeling herself in this exquisitely prey-like position, utterly submissive and exposed - Anna exposed herself further. She reached two trembling hands back, and gripping her buttocks, parted the space so that her holes were even more exposed. "Fuck," she muttered down into the mattress. It was so disgraceful.

A tingle buzzed over her pussy, and she felt the ripe possibilities of this position. Imagined his cock behind her, deciding on which hole to take.

The fact that he was weighing her in this way, considering her orifices like a judge considering a piece of art, was making her quiver slightly. Mostly in humiliation. Partially in excitement.

"Please hurry," she murmured down, expecting to get fucked. "Please - roommates - Brian". It was hard to get particular words out, mouth pushed down into the bedding by gravity. She didn't have arms to support herself any more.

 

[StylusMaximus]

George slowly knelt behind Anna on the bed, then leaned forward until his face was just two or three inches from her upturned ass. From the harsh dorm room light, he could see every curve of her wet little pussy, every wrinkle of her puckered little asshole.

He took his time. He breathed in slowly, taking in her scent, then exhaled, knowing she would feel his hot breath on her open cunt.

"Tell me, Anna," he said softly. "Do you know what I am looking at right now? Use your imagination and tell me... what is my view, right at this moment?"

 

[Viper_Petter]

"George..."

Face burning, Anna tried to imagine this wasn't happening. But the bastard wouldn't let her. Forced her to think of herself as this ridiculous creature, this slutty mess double-bent on her mattress, bared and exposed for anyone who might wander in. Her precious nakedness splayed out and open, hands holding open her nether-region for his perusal.

"You're...looking at me. My...uhm, my vagina." She exhaled slowly, trying to find some degree of composure. "Looking at me. Imagination... you're thinking of what you want to do to me. Whether you will spank me because I mentioned that. Or... or whether you want to... to fuck me."

Each fragment came after a long breath, as the poor girl remained in the awkward position, her cunt bared before his face.

"You're probably thinking how ugly I am, down there. Or that I'm a disgusting slut. Even though you made me do this. I wouldn't. It's... it's horrible."

 

[StylusMaximus]

George breathed on Anna's cunt again. His face was so close. He turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit, and held it there.

"On the contrary, Anna," George said, buzzing the vibe against her clit. "You have a beautiful pussy and asshole, and seeing you spread your ass for me has made my cock very hard."

He casually slipped the head of the vibrator between her vaginal lips, then out again.

"And if you're worried about being a disgusting slut, my dear, don't be," he said. "After all, you lost the bet. You have no choice but to do whatever I say, don't you? You're not being slutty, you're just following orders."

He pushed the vibe into her cunt again. "Of course, you are mine for the whole week, and I intend for you to be my personal slut this week. So start thinking and talking like a slut whenever I'm around."

The vibrator made an embarrassing "squish" when George pulled it out of Anna's pussy. He held against her clit for a moment.

"By the way, you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission," he said, rubbing the vibe against her engorged clit. In a moment, he slowly slid the vibrator up along her slit, then used the tip to slowly circle her asshole.

"So tell me now, Anna," he said, watching her butthole clinch as he teased it with the vibrating dildo, "what's your dirtiest, most secret sexual fantasy?"

 

[Viper_Petter]

Whenever he breathed on her pussy, Anna felt filled with the possibilities of what he might do. That his tongue might stretch forward and play with one or both of her holes. That he might hold her in this position endlessly, until her muscles cramped, because he simply didn't care, and just enjoyed contorting her into whatever positions his mind most preferred.

There was some anonymity in having one's face pushed down into bedding. She felt herself confessing, gradually, things that she had kept from her boyfriend, kept from anyone. It was clear that no depravity would be too sick for George, and her shame evaporated.

He was right. Anything she said or did - it was because he was making her.

A kind of lightening went through her. Existence was very easy. Choice was very unimportant, inconsequential. She was not in control any more.

"I have a fantasy, that...uh..." It danced around her ass, and her face wrinkled a little, not wanting to think about just how perverted she could really be. "I have a fantasy that there's two men. And one takes my...takes my vagina, and the other one takes...uhm, my mouth." She paused, and different thoughts floated through her mind.

This was something she had toyed with in her mind for a long time. "Sometimes in the shower, I use the toy on...you know. But I put a finger or two in, in my mouth. And I kneel down, like there's a ... uh, man standing there. Putting it in my face."

She exhaled as he kept playing with her. Her pussy was shining with wetness. "I sometimes like that."

All of them filthy.

All of them slutty.

None of them her fault.