The Bet

[cliteatingman]

It has been like this every day since you lost the bet. You are lying naked on an extremely comfortable King bed in a luxury hotel. There is 135 inch flat screen TV in front of you. You have more cable channels than can be watched in a lifetime plus access to every streaming content provider. You have an unlimited water supply. The chain around your left ankle is just long enough to allow you to get to the bathroom but not long enough to allow you to get to your clothes or any food. Every day around 5 pm, the hunger pangs become unbearable. You are feeling them right now. Like clockwork, I return to the room. Silently, I walk over to the bed, unzip my fly and pull out my cock, offering you the only source of nourishment I have permitted you, ever since the awful truth became apparent that I was right that your ex would not cover your debt. I paid it but you lost your freedom. My cock gets hard in anticipation of you taking your evening meal...

 

[cliteatingman]

Bump..

 

[wickedpen]

"How did I not see this coming?" I thought as I lay in my cell, a gilded cage to be sure but none the less I wore a leash and was certainly not free. My name is Alexis, I am twenty three years old, graduate of Princeton University and life long gambler. At five foot nine and natural blonde hair I could often bluff my way through high stakes games. At the least pay off my debts with a little blue eyed attention but recently my luck had run ice cold. Cold to the tune of a hundred grand.

I knew he would be here soon, my benefactor. Mr Hughes was all i knew, other than he carried a lot of weight and paid my debt. That debt would have probably put me into a brothel, the kind of place you never pay your debt from and are shot like an old dog when you no longer bring in high rollers.

My time here has certainly taken the extra ten or fifteen pounds, I had gained running up my debt, off as my diet now consisted of a daily load of Mr Hughes' cum.

I grew up with my dad, who was a gambler too. Lower stakes and more drinking was his game. he always told me, "never owe more than you can tolerate repaying". I have recently come to understand what he was talking about. I had lived on the streets and gotten into Princeton on a lark, from a reservation where my dad lived to gamble, they thought I was native American. I used to laugh with my classmates who were all super rich and from good families, that I was the first natural blonde Apache.

I should have known better, coming to the penthouse was bad news, but when a guy says he will pay your debts as the collection agent is sitting next to you with his gun uncomfortably in your ribs, you are likely to accept any way out. And so here I sit. Naked, chained and imprisoned with one job, a blow job.

 

[cliteatingman]

"How did I not see this coming?" I thought as I lay in my cell, a gilded cage to be sure but none the less I wore a leash and was certainly not free. My name is Alexis, I am twenty three years old, graduate of Princeton University and life long gambler. At five foot nine and natural blonde hair I could often bluff my way through high stakes games. At the least pay off my debts with a little blue eyed attention but recently my luck had run ice cold. Cold to the tune of a hundred grand.

I knew he would be here soon, my benefactor. Mr Hughes was all i knew, other than he carried a lot of weight and paid my debt. That debt would have probably put me into a brothel, the kind of place you never pay your debt from and are shot like an old dog when you no longer bring in high rollers.

My time here has certainly taken the extra ten or fifteen pounds, I had gained running up my debt, off as my diet now consisted of a daily load of Mr Hughes' cum.

I grew up with my dad, who was a gambler too. Lower stakes and more drinking was his game. he always told me, "never owe more than you can tolerate repaying". I have recently come to understand what he was talking about. I had lived on the streets and gotten into Princeton on a lark, from a reservation where my dad lived to gamble, they thought I was native American. I used to laugh with my classmates who were all super rich and from good families, that I was the first natural blonde Apache.

I should have known better, coming to the penthouse was bad news, but when a guy says he will pay your debts as the collection agent is sitting next to you with his gun uncomfortably in your ribs, you are likely to accept any way out. And so here I sit. Naked, chained and imprisoned with one job, a blow job.

I look you straight in the eye and say "Are you hungry?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Starving" I quickly answer, knowing what he means but aching for more. Figuring I have little choice and my best chances are to get into his good graces I kneel before him and look as submissive as I can. My head slightly bowed, eyes focused on the floor. My hands behind my back, for the moment.

 

[cliteatingman]

"Starving" I quickly answer, knowing what he means but aching for more. Figuring I have little choice and my best chances are to get into his good graces I kneel before him and look as submissive as I can. My head slightly bowed, eyes focused on the floor. My hands behind my back, for the moment.

Start eating!

 

[wickedpen]

Without raising her eyes she rose up on her knees. Her hands unzipped his black slacks and reached into his boxers extracting his flaccid penis and began squeezing it like a hand pump feeling the blood begin to surge into it. She took his semi hard cock in her hands. She rolled it between her palms like some obscene boy scout trying to make fire with a stick, as she licked and kissed the head until it was fully erect.

Although she was not proud of it, this being her only nourishment she began to desire the taste. She was soon pusher her wet lips over the hardened head and down the shaft until it pressed into her throat. She would then slowly pull back sucking hard on him until the helmet pressed against her lips and she would repeat.

One hand cupped his balls as the other stroked his thigh through the fine black material of his pants. His silence as she performed on him was grating and challenging as she wanted to please him. She wanted to earn her way out of this room.

With each with drawl she moaned almost longingly before rising up and forcing her closed wet mouth down his shaft. Feeling his throb against her lips she moved her hands to his hips and quickened and shortened her stroke. His head rubbing the roof of her mouth and her tongue pressing against it as slid in and out.

Her knees spread under her as she began to use her full body to bring forth his orgasm. Her gasping and groaning, slurping and grunting filled the empty penthouse. Finally he stiffened and she matched his ejaculation pace withdrawing with each pulse into her starving mouth, sucking all she could. Then reaching back down to pull the next until there was no more and she bowed her head and wiped the saliva and cum from her chin and into her mouth.

 

[cliteatingman]

Without raising her eyes she rose up on her knees. Her hands unzipped his black slacks and reached into his boxers extracting his flaccid penis and began squeezing it like a hand pump feeling the blood begin to surge into it. She took his semi hard cock in her hands. She rolled it between her palms like some obscene boy scout trying to make fire with a stick, as she licked and kissed the head until it was fully erect.

Although she was not proud of it, this being her only nourishment she began to desire the taste. She was soon pusher her wet lips over the hardened head and down the shaft until it pressed into her throat. She would then slowly pull back sucking hard on him until the helmet pressed against her lips and she would repeat.

One hand cupped his balls as the other stroked his thigh through the fine black material of his pants. His silence as she performed on him was grating and challenging as she wanted to please him. She wanted to earn her way out of this room.

With each with drawl she moaned almost longingly before rising up and forcing her closed wet mouth down his shaft. Feeling his throb against her lips she moved her hands to his hips and quickened and shortened her stroke. His head rubbing the roof of her mouth and her tongue pressing against it as slid in and out.

Her knees spread under her as she began to use her full body to bring forth his orgasm. Her gasping and groaning, slurping and grunting filled the empty penthouse. Finally he stiffened and she matched his ejaculation pace withdrawing with each pulse into her starving mouth, sucking all she could. Then reaching back down to pull the next until there was no more and she bowed her head and wiped the saliva and cum from her chin and into her mouth.

Holding your beautiful blonde hair, I remain absolutely silent as you suck your meal out of me. Only the quickening of my breath gives any indication of the shockwaves of pleasure you are sending through my body. Otherwise, to look at my face, you might think I was doing you a favor to endure this experience just so you could get fed. I time my thrusts with your exquisite mouthwork. My breath gets faster and my thrusts harder. Seconds before I explode in your mouth, my stoic facial expression breaks, giving you a momentary window on the extreme physical exstasy you are inducing. A look of sheer bliss crosses my face followed by profound relaxation and even vulnerability. In those brief seconds you can see my humanity to the point of imagining that I could become a real lover to whom you could connect emotionally and spiritually. The rest of the time I am just the asshole who saved you from the loan sharks only to abuse you for my own pleasure...

 

[cliteatingman]

Bump...

 

[cliteatingman]

Bump...

 

[wickedpen]

Subconsciously she had come to enjoy the strange sexual habit, if not only from a sexual point of view but it was the only thing she tasted other than tooth paste in a week. She was well versed in sex and had found her benefactors buttons and pressed them as he fed her his cock and after a few moments of silence, other than her moans and sloppy slurping, she heard a sigh of release from him.

Now as the challenge, to get him to talk, to give her something to work with, something to leverage other than her cock sucking talents.

"So is this it? Gonna keep me as your whore until I starve? I surely can be of more use than this." she said trying to get some sort of foot hold or finger notch on this purely smooth marble wall.

 

[cliteatingman]

Subconsciously she had come to enjoy the strange sexual habit, if not only from a sexual point of view but it was the only thing she tasted other than tooth paste in a week. She was well versed in sex and had found her benefactors buttons and pressed them as he fed her his cock and after a few moments of silence, other than her moans and sloppy slurping, she heard a sigh of release from him.

Now as the challenge, to get him to talk, to give her something to work with, something to leverage other than her cock sucking talents.

"So is this it? Gonna keep me as your whore until I starve? I surely can be of more use than this." she said trying to get some sort of foot hold or finger notch on this purely smooth marble wall.

"You're not going to starve," I said, "I have very good news for you. I am negotiating a multi-milion dollar deal with three men. To seal it, I told them they could use you. I explained that you are such a cum guzzling slut that my cum alone is not enough for you. You need more. All three of them were very understanding of your predicament and they agreed to supply you with their cum. They expect full access to your pussy, asshole and tits, but they promised to finish in your mouth so that you will get the cum your body craves. They are very excited about this. They are self made men and they have never cum in a cum laude before. I have a picture of you receiving your diploma that I am going to hang above your bed so that they will know for sure they are riding a tiger. By the way, as Princeton's single largest donor, I have seen the video of you with the honors committee 'earning' your cum laude. I think your diploma would be more accurate if it read 'cums loudly.' I have several more deals to complete this week so I am quite sure you will not go hungry. If all goes well, I expect the board of directors to consider me for a top management position. Since I need to make sure I get that, you will have plenty of opportunity to satisfy your insatiable hunger for cum, like the good slut you are. Princeton knew what they were doing when they showed me your video and explained your predicament to me. You are helping me become very rich and I am helping Princeton stay endowed. Princeton, in turn, continues to provide me the names contact information (and video when available) of their sexiest and moat indebted recent graduates. It works out for everyone, except the loan sharks, who would be so much less kind to you than I am. By the way, I am having a special desk built for when I become CEO. You will fit comfortably on your knees under it, with my head in yiur lap. From time to time, I will let very special people sit in my chair and you will take care of them."

Looking up at me, you see that I am about 5'9" with skin on the lighter side, even for a caucasian. I have curly brown hair with a touch of gray...

 

[cliteatingman]

Bump... Any takers to play Alexis?