Wanna Bet?
Shanequa starts to bet with a stranger from her school; what do you wanna bet things go farther than she expects?
I drank a lot, even though my parents had warned me not to. But I was a sixteen-year-old woman now, and I could do what I wanted, and if that included drinking at the bar with a fake I.D., then so be it! I was at McClaron's, and as long as you had a good enough fake, they'd sell you a couple of drinks. I managed to get five, even though the bartender knew my real age. While he only sold me two, I managed to bum a couple off a boy from school.
He was from a couple grades ahead of me, and I had thought his name was Andy Woodroff, but it was actually Andy Woodrow. The bartender seemed to know Andy, and gave the eighteen-year-old a lot more drinks than he was willing to sell me. I sat next to the boy (who was actually pretty cute), and Andy had sneaked me a few drinks under the table. Grateful, I kept talked to him well past my curfew, and he offered to walk me home.
I was stumbling and my speech was slurring, though Andy was pretty damned drunk too. He steadied himself slowly and suggested, "You go home like zhis, Shanequa, and your 'rents'll freak."
"Oh shut up Andy. They already err in bet I bed I bet."
"Oh yeah? I bet ya ten bucks they're up waitin' for you."
"You're on," I said, pointing a heavy finger at his chest.
We continued to my house in silence, but when we made it to the bushes outside the place, the lights were on, and I could see the silhouettes of my parents in the window. "Fuck!" I whispered, rooting around in my pocket for the ten bucks. I really couldn't afford to lose my spending money; I only had forty bucks. Well, thirty, now, as the crisp bill exchanged hands.
Andy flipped his hand through his long, blond hair and said, "You're so screwed, Shan, you're practically wearing the bar."
He was right. I couldn't walk in like I was. I needed some time to sober up, and something to get rid of the smell on my breath. "Shit guy, what am I going to do?"
The young man blinked and scratched his head, but somehow the lights brightened in his dizzy head. Grinning, he held up my ten-dollar bill and said, "I betcha ten bucks you won't crash at my place tonight."
I smiled and held out my hand, replying "You lose." What luck! I got my ten bucks back, and I could avoid her parents for a while. I'd come up with some excuse...Julia would cover for me. Her parents were so coked up they wouldn't know the difference anyway, so Julia would just say I spent the night there.
Andy happily returned the bill, and we set off for his house. He said it was only a couple blocks. As we walked, I noticed we were moving into the richer section of town, crossing the old wall that had been built in the fifties to keep us blacks from sneaking into the white section of town. The city'd torn down most of the rundown projects, and replaced them with pretty nice housing, but left that stupid wall up. Still, the houses we were now walking past were two, even three stories tall, with big ass yards. Andy Woodrow was a total prep! Fuck if he needed ten bucks. No wonder the bartender was looking the other way for him; his family might own the place.
I looked him over. He seemed like a nice enough guy. He'd been pretty reasonable in the bar, giving me drinks, and now he was saving my ass from the wrath of my parents. Still, I had to wonder if I was making a mistake trusting him. I knew he went to school, was probably eighteen, and if his neighborhood was any indication, he was going to Harvard in a year. But other than that and my short time with him tonight, I didn't know jack shit about him. Except that he was tall, muscular, handsome, and had an alluring dark complexion you didn't see every day from this side of the tracks.
Andy seemed oblivious to my drunken inspection as we walked down what was probably the safest neighborhood in the city. In fact, we were just about to run into a couple from the neighborhood watch, taking their turn to patrol the streets. Andy leaned sideways and whispered, "Bet you ten bucks they buy that you're my sister."
I didn't look much like Andy. He was white, wasn't he? It was dark, and he was tan, but surely the watchmen could tell the difference. I was a lot shorter than him, too, but that was okay if I was supposed to be his younger sister. But still, my clothes were cheap comparatively. No way they'd think I belonged in this neighborhood. "You're on. Ten bucks they notice we're wasted..."
Andy nodded. The two watchmen approached us and one asked, "Hey, excuse me, you two. Are you supposed to be here?"
Andy straightened his posture and replied carefully, "Yeah, we live at 1031. My sister and I just lost track of time - didn't mean to break curfew." He dangled his keys in front of him, showing off the fancy key ring.
I could hardly believe how clear-headed Andy sounded, but it had been almost an hour since we'd left the bar now. Even my own head was clearing up, slowly. Maybe he had more practice being drunk than I did. Glancing at Andy, I turned to the watchmen and said, in my best 'white' accent, "Yeh, were was just ouddat Main Strit an' lost trackatha time."
Both wanna-be cops took a stern look at me, but I knew they didn't have any real power to enforce the law. I could swear the old guy growled, saying, "You kids get back home. You shouldn't be on the streets like this."
Andy and I nodded and hustled away from the two, but once we turned the corner, I couldn't help but break out in muffled laughter. Andy joined me, saying, "Well, I bet they think we're drunk, Shanequa; you win that. Dirty trick, by the way!"
I laughed, "Well, zhose dolts prolly think I'm your sister, so we're even."
"Ha, right. We'll have to come up with a tie-breaker."
I wasn't sure how I let it slip, but it must have been the alcohol. Still, once it was out, it seemed appropriate. I said, "Betya ten bucks zhou won' walk the resta tha way home butt naked."
Andy's eyes widened, and he looked around the street. "Make it twenty."
I laughed. There was no way he'd actually do it. I nodded quickly, "Yea, twenny, but you ain' backin' out now! Looz it or use it."
To my amazement, the boy began to strip down, in a hurry. I watched him unbutton his shirt, bunching it up and handing it to me. He looked like he worked out; I could actually see his abs, unlike most boys I'd met. He was better looking than any of the guys I'd made out with in the past. Then he started to unbutton his pants, kicking off his shoes, and soon he was standing in his boxers and socks. A moment later, I held his socks. He was really going to go through with it! Damn, I needed that twenty bucks...
Now he hesitated, though, looking around the empty streets once more. Then, with a nervous smile, he slid his boxers down his leg, stepping naked into the chilly air. He said, "You can pay me when we get home - I don't have any pockets," grinning.
I could hardly believe he had done that. He was standing in front of me, everything showing for the world to see. There was no one on the street now, but there well might be before we reached his home. He started to run down the street, but I wasn't about to let him get away with that. "Hey, I said walk!"
He skidded to a halt, and waiting for me to catch up. "Normal walking speed, though," he clarified. He looked everywhere as the two of them walked patiently down the street, as if nothing were out of the ordinary, while I stole glances at his dangling penis. I'd never seen a white guy's before. I thought it was supposed to be tiny, but he was just as large as the black boys I'd been dating.
Then I groaned. Andy was turning into the very next house, saying with a grin, "Here we are!"
"Thaz cheating," I slurred, placing my hands on my hips.
He opened the front door and said, "You didn't specify. Prior knowledge is the key to winning bets."
I smiled at him and entered the house, dropping his clothes next to the pile of shoes. He closed the door behind him. At least he had had to strip in front of me, even if no one had happened to see him on the street. I handed him twenty dollars, reluctantly.
He seemed to sense this and said, "I bet you twenty bucks you won't strip naked until the morning, with only me, or maybe my parents if they come downstairs."
I wasn't about to do that. I barely knew this guy. Sure, maybe he trusted me enough to strip. But I'm a girl, and that's different. If anything, there should be more money on the table! I joked, "Make it eighdy."
"But I stripped in the street for twenty!" he protested. He wasn't slurring at all anymore.
"Yeah, but I'm a gorl, in a stranjus house."
Andy grimaced, "I thought you girls were trying to get equality...fine, eighty."
What? I hadn't really meant it, had I? Eighty dollars was a lot, though. I'd come away from this evening sixty bucks richer. But I couldn't strip naked in front of a drunk, naked boy I'd just met! I shook my head with slow, exaggerated motions, and said, "No way, Andy."
"You owe me eighty bucks, then."
"What?"
"That's how bets work, Shan. You agreed to eighty. Don't back outta the rules now."
I only had twenty bucks! But he was right, I'd agreed to it, stupidly. He'd been playing fair, so I'd better too. Besides, would it be so bad? Eighty bucks to do something he had done for twenty? Besides, it's not like Andy was going to rape me with his parents sleeping upstairs. Sighing, I began to unbutton my blouse.
Just after taking off my blouse, I heard jingling from the next room over. I jumped, startled - was it Andy's parents? But a fuzzy, brown dog entered the room. A golden retriever. Settling my nerves, I went back to undressing.
"Hey, Jake, we finally wake you up?"
The golden retriever stood almost waist high next to me, sniffing. I stopped disrobing and knelt to pet the grinning dog. Jake tried to lick my face, but I managed to push him away at the last second. He settled with licking my hands. "He's very friendly, Andy."
"Yeah, all Goldens are. And he just loves salty skin."
I laughed, my hands already coated in dog slobber. My family didn't have a dog, but I'd always wanted one. Andy said, "Down," and Jake stepped back obediently. He was really well behaved.
As the dog sat in front of her, I noticed he still had his balls. It was unusual not to neuter your pets. Hadn't Andy seen "The Price is Right"? I tried to ask him about it, but stumbled on words I rarely used before. "Hey, why your Jake ain't neuter?"
"Nah, he's good 'breeding stock', my parents say. They keep thinkin' they'll breed him sometime, but I doubt it. They're pretty busy."
"Ain't there a law 'bout it?"
"Huh? I dunno," Andy said. "Maybe they have a license to breed or something. Most people don't even notice, but Jake here got a haircut the other day. He tends to overheat when we don't cut his fur short. So I guess Jake's stripped down as much as he can, too." He looked at me pointedly, still only a blouse down.
"Oh yeah," I said, feeling foolish. "Sorry." I'd completely forgotten that the boy was standing in front of me, naked. I got back to work winning that eighty bucks. First, I took off my shoes and socks, laying them neatly together in the corner, before gulping and sliding my skirt off. I was really going to do it! I couldn't afford to lose eighty bucks, and there was only a single twenty in my purse anyway. I hadn't been completely naked in front of a boy since I was eight.
Standing, I worked at the back of my bra, finally unclasping it and sliding it off. My too-small breasts entered the chilled air, and Andy whistled politely. I rolled my eyes, trying not to think about anything as I slowly slid my panties off, stepping forward, naked. Andy applauded loudly, and I gasped, "Hey, shush, don' wake-up yurr parens!"
With a grin Andy said, "Actually, they're both out of town for the weekend."
"But you said yurr parens was u'stairs!" I exclaimed, pointing at the carpeting staircase.
"I said they might see you if they came downstairs. I wanted to win the bet, and I thought you'd never do it if you thought my parents were home. But I was wrong...here's the eighty bucks."
I took it, confused and uncertain. Now I was naked alone in a stranger's house. I probably wouldn't have agreed at all if I had known the two of us were alone. Oh well, it was too late now. I stuffed the wad of cash into my purse. I couldn't help but reflexively avert my eyes from Andy's nakedness, even though he seemed perfectly comfortable, behaving as if the two of us weren't naked at all.
My best bet was to get under some covers and go to sleep. "Where am I sleeping?"
"I guess the couch. Are you sleepy? I should be, but I'm not."
I hated to admit it, but I wasn't sleepy yet either. "Yeah, I ain't sleepy yet."
Andy picked up a tennis ball from the floor and threw it down the hall. Jake scrambled across the linoleum, racing after the ball. He returned with as much enthusiasm, holding the ball gently between his teeth. I laughed.
"Give," Andy said, and the dog placed the tennis ball in his outstretched hand. "God only knows what's so great about chasing a ball." He walked over to the couch, and sat down, throwing the ball and sending Jake skittering across the floor again.
I sat on the opposite end of the couch. I didn't want to give Andy any ideas just because they were sitting naked in his house. When Jake returned, Andy threw the ball again. He flipped on the television. An episode of Survivor: Antarctica was on.
"The fuck were they thinkin'?," I asked.
"What?"
"Survivor: Anartica. So cold dey gotta wear all them clozthes, you can't even tell 'em apart!"
Andy said, "Yeah, but they go to the building for those confessionals; you get to see them in skimpy clothes, then. Jessica is fuckin' hot."
Ron was on the screen at that moment, talking about how he was here to win, not to make friends, and he was forming a coalition with Barry and Hannah to vote off Jade. I pointed at Ron, saying, "Jessica's alright, but Ron's a hottie. I'd survive his Anartica."
Andy just laughed. "Well, shit, Shanequa, if you want to masturbate to him, I don't mind. I won't even look. Can't promise Jake wouldn't, though." Andy scratched the happy dog behind the ears before throwing the ball once more.
"Uhhh, no thanks," was all I could think to say. What kind of a thing to say was that? How had I gotten into this mess? "Strippin' down like this's awkward enough. Not even you'd be brave enough to play with yourself in front of me."
"Wanna bet?" was all he asked, a matter-of-fact expression on his face.
He couldn't be serious. He was only eighteen, and he didn't even seem that drunk anymore. Then, I saw the sudden opportunity to double my money. But he seemed ready to actually do it! I had to raise the stakes. It was sure to work, if only he carelessly agreed to my bet. "Yeah...I betchu a hundred bucks you won't jack off the dog in front'a'me."
Andy blinked in surprise. Damn, I was hoping he'd say 'you're on' without fully realizing what I'd said. I grinned at him, hoping to egg him on to accepting the bet, because there was no way in hell he was going to go through with it. He hesitated, saying, "Jack off Jake?"
"Yeah. All the way. What, are you chicken?" I prodded, hopefully.
Andy swallowed, but he said, "No...a hundred bucks it is."
Woah, he had accepted the bet! There's no way he would actually do it, was there? And even if he did, if Jake didn't respond to it, I would still win the bet. It was too late for him to back out now, and he probably had the money to waste anyway. He'd soon realize that saving the embarrassment was worth the money. I was going to net a hundred and sixty bucks for the night! "There's no backing out now, Andy."
The young man nodded, his voice wavering as he said, "Jake, come!"
Beside myself, I broke out laughing.
Andy said, "What?"
"Listen to what you just said..." I coughed through my snickers.
"Ohhh. Shit, I'm never going to be able to say that again without thinking about this. Thanks a lot, Shan."
The golden retriever bounded happily into the room, desperate for any attention he could get. But he wasn't expecting the sort of attention he was about to receive from his master. "Jake...up!"
The dog jumped onto the middle of the couch, between the two teenagers, eager to please. But it was Andy who would be doing the pleasing. Andy looked at Jake, and back at her sheepishly. "I'm gunna do it, Shanequa," he promised.
"Get on with it, then!" I goaded.
There we were, two teenagers sitting naked on opposite ends of the couch, a fluffy golden retriever sitting between us. Andy made a circle with his hand and said, "Jake, roll over!"
Instantly, the golden retriever flipped onto his back, eyes locked on Andy's. The dog's tail wagged, desperate to make his master happy. But Jake look positively confused when Andy knelt down and ever-so-gently cupped the dog's well-groomed sheath in his hands.
Jake closed his mouth and his tail stilled. The golden retriever, instead, looked down at Andy's hand curiously. "Alright, here goes," Andy said. Softly, the naked young man started to stroke up and down Jake's furred sheath. I couldn't look away; first, I needed to make sure that Andy didn't manage to win the bet, and second, I had to convince myself of what was really happening! Jake, lying on the couch between us, was getting a handjob from Andy!
"C'mon, boy!" Andy coaxed. But Jake just looked confused The golden retriever whimpered, but whether it was from pleasure or uncertainty, I couldn't tell. Still, the dog was obedient enough to stay put.
"You're going to have to try harder than that," I laughed.
"C'mon, Jake - I got a Benjamin riding on this..." Andy urged, moving his hand back and forth faster. Still, nothing happened. The dog just wasn't getting the picture.
"How long 'til ya give up?" I asked, triumphant.
"I haven't tried everything yet," Andy said. Taking a deep breath, the eighteen-year-old knelt down on the couch, and to my astonishment, lowered his lips to his dog's cock. My jaw dropped as I watched Andy wrap his lips around Jake's furry tip, then start slurping.
"You...can't...be...serious," I said, emphasizing each word. But Andy couldn't say anything; he was too busy sucking his dog off. For a spoiled rich kid, the young man sure would go to some trouble to win a hundred bucks!
Only it still wasn't working! Between wet schlurps, I caught a glance of Jake's dick. Just a hint of red was peeking out, but try as Andy might, he couldn't arouse the dog any further. So gross, but at least I was about to make a bundle of money for doing nothing.
Hacking, Andy finally pulled himself off of his confused retriever, and said, "Blech. Alright, you win. Thanks a lot, Jake." Without a thought, Andy reached for his wallet on the table and pulled out a one hundred dollar bill. I snatched it.
"Good effort," I said, laughing. I wouldn't be caught dead doing that, even if I knew I'd win the bed.
"Yeah, well," Andy said, scratching his head. "There goes my allowance. You gotta give me a chance to win it back at least. I'll bet you a hundred bucks you won't..."
He paused, thinking, but I interrupted, "I ain't gunna suck your dog off, Andy. 'Sides, he doesn't seem to 'get it'."
Andy stroked his chin. "Well, it's gotta be as embarrassing."
"How about you bet me that I won't -"
"NIce try, Shan, but I'm not gonna let you choose your dare. I tried to suck off Jake, so how about this: I bet you a hundred bucks you won't let Jake eat you out."
"No way!" I half-shouted. I wasn't going to do anything like that in front of Andy!
"Come on, that's a good bet. All you have to do is spread your legs, and if he gets you off, I win."
My initial revulsion faded quickly. A hundred bucks was on the table; if I could just set the terms right... I said, "You gonna stay righ'dere and you ain't going to give Jake no commands?"
Andy nodded. "If you spread your legs and don't push him away."
I said, "And if Jake don't even try to lick me?"
The teenager held up his right hand and said, "I only win if Jake makes you cum."
I took my time to contemplate. Most likely, the confused dog wouldn't even be interested between my legs, and even if he did lick me once or twice, at least Andy would have a shitty view from his spot on the couch, and there was no way I would let the golden retriever get me off. This bet was a sure win!
"Aight," I said, finally. "You're on."
Andy grimaced. "Well, shit. It's all up to Jake, now..."
Together, we looked at the golden retriever, still lying on the couch between us. Nervously, I slid down to sit at the couch normally, then spread my legs apart, eyes locked on Jake. The retriever didn't even seem remotely interest. Jackpot!
"Ok, Jake!" Andy said. The dog stood up, excited, spinning around on the middle cushion of the couch.
Of course, I immediately objected. "Hey, no orders!"
Andy jumped in, "That's like 'at ease'. Now he's free to move around, instead of having to stay rolling over on the couch. That's fair, and you know it."
Grudgingly, I had to agree. Besides, I was still going to win. "Fair enough."
Jake tried his best to lick Andy's face, but he kept pushing the dog away. He was definitely more interested in his master than in my spread legs. Grinning, I said, "How long I gotta wait like this?"
Groaning, Andy said, "If nothin' happens in three minutes, I give up."
"You'd better get that hundred ready, then."
I watched the clock on the vcr, and at least a minute had passed when Jake finally gave up on licking Andy's face. The dog plopped down off the couch, sniffing the nearby coffee table. My face was beaming, partially from the gloat on my face, and partially from the flush of the alcohol on my breath. At least my drunkeness was finally wearing off - thankfully before I had made any stupid bets. Another minute passed "Well?" I asked, smirking.
Andy look frustrated, for sure. A hundred bucks in my pocket, and I was about to double it! Still, to my surprise, the tanned youth said, "C'mon, Jake. I need more time; what say we double the bet, for another two minutes?"
I blinked. Another three minutes, max, and I'd win two hundred? Sign me up! Andy's wallet would sure be hurting after this! "No prob, I kin wait all night! Not that I'm sayin' I will..."
The clock was ticking. Now Jake was sniffing my knee, and Andy was watching with nervous anticipation. I didn't like where this was going, though I was certain of my victory. I patted Jake, hoping to distract the golden retriever, but was careful not to push him away and violate the terms. Only a minute remained before I'd win.
I shivered. The dog's cold nose was brushing up the inside of my leg as he woofled his way between my legs. This couldn't really be happening! With fifteen seconds to spare? Still, I'd made my bet - I couldn't back out now.
"Hands off," Andy warned.
I glared at him, but kept my hands away, and to my dismay, the dog seemed to immediately zero in on my pussy. At least Andy couldn't really see anything from his side of the couch! My face was burning, but this was the bet! I shouldn't have doubled the bet, or I'd already be done, but now I had to suffer my humiliation. At least Andy couldn't say much, since I'd just watch him give Jake a blow job. Groaning, I couldn't stop Jake from pressing his wet nose right up against my virgin opening and taking a lick.
"Ah ha!" shouted Andy.
Gritting my teeth, I replied, "You'll still lose - I ain't gettin' off to this."
"We'll see," he said, grinning.
It wasn't the first time I'd been penetrated (I'd masturbated plenty), and it wasn't even the first time I'd been licked down there (though it hadn't gone any further), but I couldn't help but gasp when Jake slid his huge, wet tongue between my labia. I almost instinctively pushed Jake away, but I stopped myself at the last second. Groaning, I sat on my hands to make sure I didn't accidentally use them and lose my bet. Of course, this meant I was helpless to resist Jake's licks.
His interest wasn't a passing one. Once the golden retriever got a taste of my pussy, he licked faster and harder. I was beet red, knowing that Andy was watching everything, but what could I do? I had to win, now, I didn't have two hundred to pay him back! All I could do was bite my lip and try to ignore his insistent tongue.
Much easier said than done. Despite my best efforts, his wet, slurping tongue slipped neatly into me, filling me like my boyfriends never could have, in an uncontrolled way I could never manage with my own fingers. Instinctively, I tried to close my legs, but his furry body held them apart. With my hands pinned, I just moaned, his thick, wet tongue filling me again and again. To make matters worse, I could feel myself getting turned on; I began to get wet, which only seemed to make Jake more insistent.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Andy said, eyes fixed intently on what he could see of the action in front of him.
"Whatever," I managed to say, taking a deep breath before gasping out, "I ain't some perv."
"You're sure you can last longer than his interest?"
I wasn't sure. The dog's licks were insatiable. He must have rammed his tongue into me four dozen times, and his pace was only quickening! I gave a muffled moan, and despite myself, I thrust my hips forward. Why did it have to feel so damned good!?
"Jake, no! Bad dog!" I gasped, hoping to shock the dog off of me.
"Hey!" Andy objected.
"Nothing in the rules against that!" I stammered, panting again, "Bad dog!"
My words fell on deaf ears. I clenched down around Jake's tongue, rocking my hips against him, even though my brain was screaming at me to stop. Andy seemed to watching my perky breasts bouncing up and down. This wasn't me! I wasn't getting off to a dog! And I was going to win that money! "Jake, stop!" I pleaded.
Jake took one, deep lick, pushing my pussy wide with his jaw, and suddenly his cold, wet nose pressed up against my pink clit. I screamed, and lost it. Andy would realize immediately, but I'd lost. There was no hiding that fact as I whimpered, moaned, and bucked against the dog's tongue, screaming, "Jake!"
It seemed like an eternity before I calmed down, Jake's insistent tongue suddenly turning painful. Taking deep gasps of air, I pushed him away, using all my strength to finally dislodge the eager dog. Sweat was dripping down my face as I panted, "Jesus Christ..."
"Told you he liked salt. I take it I won?" Andy gloated.
I moaned, closing my legs, blushing a deep red at Andy. "I...I don't got two hundred bucks," I whimpered, chest heaving.
Andy said, "Well, you can pay me back in installments if you have to."
My eyes widened. Where was I going to get a hundred bucks? That would take months. He must have seen the fear on my face, because Andy said, "Or...maybe we could do a double or nothing? I'm feeling lucky."
"I'm already fucked, Andy, I can't risk another hundred!" I'd lost a fair bit of my confidence, now that I was a hundred in the hole, and the alcohol had surely worn off some.
"Fine, fine," Andy said. He looked me over, noticing the sweat dripping off my face. "Jesus, Shan, you look like you need a drink."
I pushed Jake away. The nosy dog was still trying to get between my legs. How had I let this happen? Frustrated, I said, "What I need is for this dog to get out of my face!"
Andy stood, understanding. "Sorry, Shanequa. Jake! Come on..."
As obedient as ever, Jake followed his master to the door, and Andy shut the golden retriever in the bathroom. "You can stay in there, boy, I don't think you're welcome out here."
I glanced up at Andy as he returned to the couch. I was shivering. "It's not Jake, it's just...shit, Andy - what did I just do?"
Palms up, the tanned teenager said, "Things just...went too far. I didn't mean for it to get out of hand. I didn't really think he'd do it."
"Yeah, well, he did," I said, sticking out my jaw, keeping my legs closed. I couldn't help but think about Jake, ramming his tongue between my legs. My head swam, as I realized that I barely even registered that I was naked with Andy in his house. That seemed so...normal, now, compared to what had just happened.
"Let me make you a screwdriver. You need to relax," Andy said.
"Alright," I agreed, and Andy went to the kitchen. Another drink? Was that a good idea? I'd had 5 drinks at the bar, but that was two hours ago. I didn't feel buzzed anymore. What could one more drink hurt?
Andy came back with a bottle of vodka and a gallon of orange juice, and poured me a shot glass right there on the coffee table. I drank it, and it burned, but was so sweet I downed the drink in four gulps. He poured me another, alongside his.
"Thanks," I said, feeling better already. I mean, it's not like Andy'd gotten off scott free. I'd never forget watching him sucking off his own dog. We were like war comrades. I clinked the second glass, and we drank together.
Andy said, "Pretty crazy night, huh. But I'm glad I met you."
"Yeah, you're...you're aight, Andy. For a prep."
He laughed. "Ouch! But fair enough; I'm applying to schools now, even. Thanks, though. I'm glad my parents decided to put me through public schools. I've met those senator's sons at Bridgedale. Blech!" He poured me another drink. It tasted just like orange juice to me.
"They thinkin' they all better'n other people. You ain't like them," I agreed.
Andy said, "Oh, hell, no. I'm definitely not better than other people." He took a small sip of his first drink, topping mine off with his free hand.
Something about the way he said that made me look him over. His eyes seemed so blue. I don't know how I hadn't noticed that before. Such dark skin and hair, but brilliant blue eyes. I took another mouthful of my drink and pointed, saying, "Yoo werring condacts?"
It took him a few seconds to understand me, though I'm not sure why. I was speaking just fine! He said, "Oh, no. This is my natural eye color. My mom's really proud, though really what did she have to do with it? It's just chance."
I nodded up and down, saying, "Jus' had shex wid yor dad."
"Yep," he said, his bright blue eyes staring at mine.
I smiled, though I'm not sure why, and then started giggling. I must have laughed for a minute or two before I spilled the remains of my drink, the vodka spilling down my dark skin. A few droplets hit the couch and my eyes widened, and I said, "Shiiit! Zorry."
"Don't worry about it, Shan. Look, we should talk about the money you owe me."
My eyes widened. I had almost forgotten the hundred bucks! "I pay'll yoo back, I promish. I dun wann to owe nothin'."
"I know. That's why I'm going to help you out, Shan."
His blue eyes seemed so kind. I wondered briefly if he had a girlfriend. "Howssat?"
"I'm going to make another bet. Double or nothing."
I shook my head wildly. "I arready broke."
"Good thing you'll win, then, and owe me nothing. Heck, I'll even make sure we can be even," he said, smiling.
"How?"
Andy said, "I bet you if I let Jake back in here, and you lie down on the coffee table, that he'll try to fuck you."
"Ha...Jake'z zo fluffy. Wait, wat??"
"I'm betting you a hundred bucks that he'll fuck you."
I dropped my jaw. This didn't sound any different from the last bet that went so badly. Sure, I wasn't a dog. He probably wouldn't try anything. But if he did, I would be twice as screwed as before. "Howssat any dif'rent?"
"If I win, and he starts fucking you, I bet you two hundred bucks you won't just lie back and let him finish. That way, in the unlikely event that you lose the first bet, you've got a sure-fire way to win the second."
Well, that makes sense. I just had to do nothing, and I'd win for - wait a minute! What was I thinking? I'd never even had sex. Fucking a dog? "Yousa pervet!" I cried, pointing at Andy. "No fuckin' wai."
"He's not going to do it. I'm trying to get you out of your debt, Shanequa. This way you will, one way or another. You saw how confused he was when I tried to jack him off," Andy said, his eyebrows arched upward. He seemed so honest, and I knew he didn't really need the money. He was just making a bad bet on purpose. Could I really turn down a hundred bucks for just lying on the table for a few minutes while Jake ran around? It was easy money.
"Alride." I stood up, my legs shaking for a moment, but I kept my ground. Andy quickly cleared the mostly empty vodka bottle and orange juice from the coffee table, and I sat down at the end. The glass was cool to the touch, which felt nice on my hot, flushed skin. Carefully, I lay back onto the table, my legs hanging over the end. "Ok, I's reddy. Led'm in."
I felt so...relaxed. I could almost have fallen asleep right there on the table. But first I had to win that money. Andy looked like a blur as he walked to the bathroom and opened the door. "Here, Jake!" he said, encouragingly.
The golden retriever came bounding into the living room, panting and wagging. He jumped and twirled around Andy, who quickly cupped his balls in case his dog accidentally popped him in the nuts. I laughed, watching the dog and his boy, knowing that every second the dog spent trying to play with Andy was a second closer to my victory.
My laugh did draw the dog's attention however. Jake turned to look at me, my sweaty, black skin standing out as I lay on the short, glass table. I kept my legs spread because that was probably part of the deal, which meant that all the dog could see of me were my few short, black pubes and my wet vulva. Unfortunately for me, he seemed to remember the taste, and left Andy completely. In seconds the golden-furred canine was between my legs, sniffing my pussy again.
I gripped the table, but I knew that licking me was not fucking me. He could lick me all he wanted and I'd still win. This was child's play! I gritted my teeth, but I didn't have to wait long before Jake rammed his wide, wet tongue between my folds. I cried out.
Andy was standing to my left, watching his dog eat me out for a second time, though this time his view was a lot better. My hands were white from the effort of grabbing the table, or I knew I'd grab Jake's head and push him away. I wasn't about to lose this bet on a technicality! Maybe that's what Andy was hoping for, but I did the right thing and lay still as his dog probed my cunt.
I can't say it didn't feel good. His slick tongue slid and rubbed my sensitive lips, slurping up against my clit again. I'd already cum once, another time wouldn't make it much worse, would it? Groaning, I thrust my hips up against his tongue, enjoying myself. I was already starting to sweat again.
"Jake, up!"
My eyes flew open. "Hey!" I said, "No orders!"
"That wasn't part of the bet," Andy said. It wasn't? I couldn't remember, but then, I couldn't remember much. Everything seemed so blurry.
"Go on, Jake, up!" Andy said again.
Well, what could I do, now? It's not like Andy's words would make a huge difference.
Only they did. After the second 'up', Jake pulled his tongue out of me with a loud, wet, smack! Then, as if on command, he jumped up onto me, his front legs on either side of my ribs and his furry chest resting heavily against my stomach. Startled, I took my hands off the table and grabbed Jake's legs, pushing him up and away from me. I only pushed him off for a second before I thought, "Shit, that's against the rules!" and let go.
But in that brief moment, when I held Jake up, I caught a glimpse of something that made my heart stop. Between Jake's legs, something red and shiny was poking out. After I let go, Jake landed heavily on top of me, but still I felt something slimy and wet that almost reached my belly button! Not only that, something warm and furry dangled up against my vulva, which could only be the dog's balls. Willfully or not, Jake was rubbing his genitals up against mine!
My hands still clenched around Jake's forelegs, but I was careful not to push him away. I couldn't afford to lose this bet, and I still had a good shot at it. It's not like Jake knew what he was doing. Andy didn't have a "fuck her" command to fall back on. I pulled the dog closer, so that his cock was pinned against my abs, his heavy weight resting on my ribcage. My knees were spread around his hips, but as long as I kept him where he was, I was safe.
"Good boy!" Andy shouted, encouragingly. I shot the teenager a dirty look, but I'd complain after winning the bet.
Jake began licking my face. Blech! His tongue was positively dripping with saliva (and probably my own juices), and the dog could lick fast. By the time I managed to release his right front leg and use my left had to push his face away, My left cheek was drenched. At least I'd managed to turn my head to the side and spare the other half of my face.
Jake kept panting, my hand holding him above my head. Large splatters of drool landed on my face, running down my chin. Gross! Another drop landed right into my ear! "Jake!" I scolded, but he didn't seem to care.
The only way to stop the endless flow of warm drool splashing down on me was to push him away. I let go of his jaw and put my hands firmly back on his front legs and shoved him a full half-foot. Thank god! Now his spit was splattering my sweaty breasts. Still gross, but at least I could breathe without inhaling a drop full of dog-drool. Warm saliva pooled up beneath my boobs, a small river running down my cleavage to drench my neck. How could anything produce so much liquid?
I didn't realize my big mistake until it was too late. As I pushed him back, I felt his slimy dick leave a sticky trail from my belly button on down. If only I hadn't been so distracted by his drool! He slid back, his furry sheath rubbing up against my clit, but I barely noticed, until a second later, when the shiny, red part of his dick schlupped up against my quivering nub. The full belly of his erect cock rubbed against me, until a hot bead of pre-cum engulfed the little pink protrusion.
I barely had time to distinguish between the liquid falling on my breasts and the throbbing tip of Jake's cock. In pushing him back, I'd lined him right up with my pussy! I only had time to gasp, "Jake, wait!"
He didn't wait. With his tip nestled between my wet lips, Jake knew what to do. While Andy watched from the side, the horny golden retriever jabbed his hips forward. In one, smooth motion, Jake filled me with his cock, deflowering me. My first time, and he wasn't even human. I screamed, in shock.
Jake didn't seem to care about my distress, quickly resorting to instinct. His huge cocked slammed deep, but just as quickly as he was in, the dog had pulled out and was humping forward again. And then again. He was rutting me like...like...an animal!
My hands gripped his forelegs tightly, but I was too shocked to even consider pushing him away. I just screamed, only able to concentrate on the surreal sensation of his brutish cock spreading my virgin hole apart. His fat cock penetrated me deep and fast, each time letting his furry hips collide between my legs with a grunt. My toes curled.
I screamed a third time, but this one was cut off as a huge rope of drool landed right in my mouth. Humping deep, Jake's mouth was right above mine again, and his dripping saliva gagged me. Suddenly, I was coughing and spluttering, while Jake kept pounding away, oblivious. Reflexively, I turned my head to the side, letting the drool splash on my cheek. This was better, but still the liquid spilled down my face, making me close one eye, and covering my nose and mouth.
At least that took me out of my stupor. I took stock of my situation: I was getting fucked by a dog. Not only had I lost the bet, but now if I tried to get out of this, I'd be fourhundred in the hole! Even if I could have pushed the large retriever off of me, I was trapped; I couldn't afford to lose this bet. Tears forming in my eyes, I bit my lip and lay back. Dogs didn't last long, did they?
"Good boy," Andy said. "I knew you could do it!"
Andy was watching. Watching, as his dog fucked me. Fuck the bet! I couldn't let the some animal claim my virginity for four hundred bucks! It didn't count if he didn't finish, right? Jake's hips were flush all the time now, taking quick, sharp thrusts that left a dull ache deep inside me. He was farther forward now, taking advantage of the new position to lick my face again. My sore pussy lips felt stretched wide, and I groaned.
"Ged'm off me!" I screamed. No amount of money was worth this! With all my strength, I pushed on Jake's legs, trying to get him off. But I couldn't budge him, not even an inch! The harder I pushed, the more my vulva seemed to ache. Jake grunted and groaned, humping faster. What on earth was happening!?
To his credit, Andy was instantly at my side, trying to help by tugging on Jake's shoulder. Even with the teenager's help, Jake wouldn't budge. "Andy! Help!" I cried.
"I...I can't, Shan. He's stuck to you. He's already got his knot in."
What is a knot? Whatever it was, it stretched my pussy almost to the breaking point. He seemed larger now than when he'd first poked me. Who knew that a dog that weighed a little less than me would be so huge? If I had to guess, he was half again as big as the 180 pound running back I'd dated a while back. I whimpered, finally giving up my struggle. My arms burned from the effort.
Jake wasn't about to stop. He hammered away at me, grunting and panting, large drops of saliva still cascading down my face. His dick barely moved an inch back and forth, as if trapped between two walls; my cervix on one side, and my trembling pussy on the other. Even so, I couldn't help but feel his trimmed, golden belly fur rubbing again and again and again against my clitoris. I was feeling warmer and warmer, our body heats entwining, his warm drool coating my face, and the pure embarrassment coursing through my veins. How could this feel good!? I was being raped by a dog!
"Andy..." I whined. What could I say? What could I do?
Jake gave one last, mighty push, and erupted inside me with an audible splurt! That was it, I'd lost my virginity to a golden retriever. There was no taking it back.
But what a way to go! Hot, bubbling dog seed splattered inside of me, and the next moment I was tossing my head back and moaning. I clenched hard around his fat cock, feeling every throbbing pulse through his shaft. His warm fur engulfed my shivering clit, and despite myself, I thrust my hips up against him. His balls churned, filling me, his moaning bitch. My whole body shuddered as the beast used me like a tissue.
My open, moaning mouth was suddenly filled with his huge, wet tongue, and I was too exhausted to fight back. He probed my mouth, exploring every inch, while I gasped for breath as best I could, shuddering and rocking my hips. Even as the ecstasy washed over my body, my cheeks burned in humiliation that I was getting off to a dog. Bad enough that Jake was making me cum, but Andy was there to witness the whole damned thing.
Suddenly Jake pulled his tongue free, and I was panting for air. As quickly as that, he jumped off of me, and the heat of his fur was off my suddenly cold, naked body. Only...he wasn't off me, not completely. Jake was standing on all fours, his tail wagging back and forth across my abs. But weirder still, he was still buried inside of me! I could feel each hot jet of cum as he continued to spurt inside of me, even though he was facing away from me. He didn't even have the courtesy to look over his shoulder at me as he bred me.
With the back of my hand, I wiped my face clear of Jake's translucent drool. I barely made a dent, though, considering my sopping breasts and neck and hair. I moaned and clenched one last time, my orgasm finally fading. I looked at Andy, gaping, speechless. Fucked. By Jake.
Andy said, "Looks like you owe me."
That was the last thing I expected to hear. "Wat? I led'm fuck me! We're even!"
"You didn't let him, you just couldn't stop him. You lost the bet the minute you pushed him away."
"Andy! Andy, no...I..." I looked down my body, where Jake was still tied and wagging, filling my cunt. "Look wat jus' happend..."
"The rules are the rules," he said simply.
I started crying. All that I'd just gone through, and I'd lost the bet anyway. Four hundred dollars down the drain! It was all too much for me. "Andy..." I wailed.
"Shan, come one. Shan... Alright, come on, don't cry. Look, I promise we'll get another bet okay? You can win it all back. Okay? Okay?"
I crossed my legs, trembling as I sat on the towel Andy had given me. Andy poured me another screwdriver to calm my nerves, while Jake lay down on the floor a short distance away as if nothing weird had ever happened.
I was a mess. I'd gotten a good look at Jake's knot before he pulled out of me. It was huge, like an orange, wedged impossibly inside my pussy lips. I swear, my labia was stretched a full two inches out from my body. No small wonder we were stuck together! When the dog had finally popped free, I was gushing of dog cum. The carpet still had a nasty mess on it, but Andy had been quick with a towel. I was just thankful I didn't have to worry about pregnancy from a dog, because he'd stuffed me fuller than a thanksgiving turkey.
The drink was a real help. I could almost pretend it had never even happened. But even if I could forget the event, I couldn't forget the four hundred dollars I owed Andy. I was on a pretty serious losing streak, so I needed the next bet to be a sure winner. And I had to come up with something quick, because I kept yawning. It was three in the morning already!
Andy was brainstorming ideas. "I bet you four hundred bucks that you wouldn't call your parents and tell them you'll be back in the morning."
My heart almost stopped again. Call my parents? I could barely talk for the slurring! "No way. Mah prents wood kill me."
"I bet you won't take a picture of us naked together and send it to...your boyfriend."
"I dun haf one."
Andy sighed. He'd already offered 5 other bets that I could have done for sure, if I'd been willing to stand the embarrassment. But I'd turned them all down. "God, Shan, I'm starting to think you want to pay me back."
I yawned. "Wut if I bet you sum'in? Wut if I bet you hor fundred dat you won'...fuck Jake n'the ass?"
"Dude, that's gross!" he said. I gave him a sharp look, considering. He said, "Um, sorry. But still, I'd only accept a bet like that if I were willing to do it, and then you'd be eighthundred in debt."
True enough. Andy didn't seem like the type to chicken out from a bet. I smiled widely, picturing him with his mouth wrapped around Jake's cock.
"How about this for a sure bet, since you brought up Jake again..." Andy proposed with an air of finality. "I bet you Jake'll fuck you again if you let him."
I stared at Andy, shivering. Andy thought the golden retriever wouldn't fuck me? Sure, he'd just done it, but Jake didn't look very tired. Maybe Andy was using reverse psychology, hoping to get me to fuck his dog again, and be even deeper in debt. I looked at his eyes as best I could, with my head bobbing up and down. He didn't seem the type to be so cruel, but still. 'Once you go black, you never go back' probably applies to dogs as well.
"Bulshit. Dat's a shore bet for you. Hunnert precen' he'd do it."
"No way," Andy protested. "Believe me, I know how hard it is to get it up again. Didn't you see how much he came? Jake's done for the night."
Oh, I knew intimately how much Jake had cum. But I wasn't about to let Andy get away with another bait and switch. I looked down at Jake's eyes and could tell he wanted another go. Shivering again, I took another gulp of screwdriver. "As if."
Andy said, "Fine, what about the other way then? If you're so confident, I bet you four hundred bucks he won't fuck you again, no matter what you try."
"Now thaza bet I'll take!" I exclaimed. A sure bet - that four hundred bucks was mine to win, and there weren't even any qualifiers to trip me up like last time. "Yur on!" I didn't even have to do anything embarrassing for my friends and family.
"Alright, it's a bet," Andy agreed.
Wait a minute. What had I just agreed to? "Waid, waid, Andy. I take't bak. I dun like dis bet."
Andy shook his head. "You can't take bets back. You agreed. As far as I'm concerned, you owe me eight hundred bucks."
"A dif'rent bet den, f'eight?"
"Shan, it's three thirty at night. This is the last bet. You going to even try? 'Cause I'm sure he won't be interested anyway."
Eight. Hundred. Dollars. How did I get myself in a position where I'd either owe that much, or have to fuck a dog (for the second time)? I shivered, looking at Jake, but I couldn't owe that much money. I'd never be able to pay it back! Jake, it seemed, was my only way out. I took a deep breath, and got up. I was going to win. I had to.
Jaw set, I stumbled over to where Jake was lying on the ground, and petted his head. He perked up immediately, licking my hands. "Thaz a gud boy." I sat cross-legged in front of the golden retriever, keeping my legs nice and spread. But he didn't even get up! Was he actually too tired?
Andy was watching, I knew, but I had to forget about him. Closing my eyes, I fought with my disgust and slid my hand down to my sticky, wet bush, turning a finger over until it was dripping, and offered my hand to Jake again. This perked his interest. He gobbled up all traces of the interesting mix of flavors and then looked for more. Shaking, I forced myself to stay put as the golden retriever climbed to his feet and stuck his woofling nose between my crossed legs.
He licked me. And it felt good.
I arched my hips upward to give him greater access, the whole time wondering what I was doing and why. But I kept coming back to the eight hundred dollars on the line. Would I really seduce Jake into fucking me for eight hundred bucks? Would that make me a prostitute? A dog prostitute? But no, it wasn't really payment, it was a bet. And unlike getting paid, if I didn't go through with it I lost money. Shivering, I decided that all the debate wouldn't even matter if I couldn't get Jake horny enough. If I succeeded at that, then I could worry about whether going further was worth it.
"Gud dog," I slurred, trying to encourage him even though I would have given anything to be home in bed right then. I reached out while he was licking me to stroke his dick, which had retreated into his sheath already. He didn't even seem to notice I was touching him, he was so focused on my pussy. I moaned from the silky, wet sensation engulfing my sore clit.
I fumbled at his cock, finding it harder and harder to concentrate on that motion with that massive tongue slurping noisily inside me. My leg muscles strained as I lifted my pelvis up to him, instinctively humping. He lapped even more desperately than before, now that my cunt was lined with his salty cum. Sweat dribbled down my forehead and formed in large beads on my breasts. My attempt to jerk Jake off failed as badly as Andy's. Finally, I just gave up, placing my hands on the back of the dog's head and lying back.
On the carpet, I spread my legs and Jake went to town. He slathered the entire surface of my vulva, and plunged deep to drench the inside with drool as well. "Oh, Jake!" I moaned, guiding his licks with my hands. I pulled him tighter, his cold nose pressed up against my burning clitoris. I curled my toes and pushed my loins up against him, shuddering. God, I felt good!
Jake snorted and tried to pull away, but I pulled harder, keeping his tongue buried deep. He tried to pull his tongue free, but I clenched down and came. I squeezed so hard, I think I pulled his tongue deeper. "Jaaake!" I screamed, bucking my hips wildly around his tongue. The golden retriever was squirming and trying to back up, but I wrapped my legs around his neck, keeping him there. Pinned now by my legs, I let go of his head and moved them instead to my wet, sweaty breasts. I rocked and moaned, rubbing and squeezing my boobs as made me cum for the third time.
"Don't kill my dog! He needs to breathe!" Andy exclaimed.
Andy! Oh God, I'd forgotten all about him! And here I was getting carried away, squealing for his stupid dog. What was I doing?? This wasn't going to help me with the bet! I expressed my thoughts as best I could with a loud, "Unnnnhh!" Still, I did manage to release my legs, and Jake pulled back roughly, gasping for breath.
Still I shuddered, whimpering on the carpet. His tongue was gone, but the slick, hot drool was still spilling around inside of me. I slid my hands to my pussy and jammed my fingers deep, humping and riding out the last vestiges of my orgasm, until I panted, naked on the ground.
"That doesn't count as 'fucking', Shan," Andy said, calmly.
"I know, I know," I said in a rush before my next gasp. "Sorry..." Shit! Only after I spoke did I realize I should have pretended to disagree. Now Andy would know that I'd let his dog eat me out for no reason.
I lay there for a while, warm and wet, tired and exhausted. I swear, I was about to fall asleep (and lose the bet for sure) when Andy said, "Giving up, then?"
My eyes flipped open, and I got to my knees with a groan. "Not even," I said. Still, I had to come up with a plan. Waiting around for a long time might help Jake recover, but I was likely to fall asleep before it got that far. I needed to somehow make myself appeal to Jake. What would a bitch do? Of course.
I crawled onto all fours and showed Jake my butt. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that he hadn't even noticed me, yet. I waggled my butt back and forth, hoping the motion would attract his attention, and perhaps looks something like a wagging tail. "Jake," I whined.
The combination of things did manage to draw Jake over to me. He sniffed my butt, and then my pussy, but he didn't lick me again. I guess he did get tired eventually. Or maybe he was afraid I'd suffocate him again. I was tired, too, my arms shaking from the effort of holding me up. Jake's cock was soft as a pillow. He sat down and began scratching himself behind the ear with a back paw. It was over. I'd lost. I was eight hundred bucks in debt.
Tears joined the sweat dripping down my face. All of this because I'd gotten too drunk to go home, and couldn't keep my big mouth shut. I tried to remember how many drinks I'd had, and I counted almost fifteen - that I could remember. It was amazing that I was still conscious. Still, a lot of time had passed. Honestly, I'd only had one screwdriver in the last hour and a half...perhaps I was finally sobering up. At the worst possible time. How could I bring myself to win the bet now? I wept, my arms collapsing beneath me. I landed face first into the carpet, sobbing, though my butt was still perked up in the air.
All the things that had happened, and all I'd managed to get out of it was a huge debt. I'd stripped naked in front of a stranger, gotten eaten out by a dog, then lost my virginity to that dog, and I had nothing to show for it. Less than nothing. I cried.
Andy said, "Aw, jeeze. Come on, Shan. Cheer up. It's going to be okay, I promise."
"I'm so stupid," I cried. "I couldn't make a -" I stopped abruptly. What had Andy said? 'Cheer up' sparked a memory. When I'd been on the table, Andy had said something. What was it? Oh!
Glancing over my shoulder, I said in the most steady voice I could, "Jake, up!"
As obedient as if I were Andy himself, Jake leapt up onto my back, tucking his front legs around my hips. I watched in amazement as the golden retriever immediately began humping. I glanced beneath him, and sure enough, his cock was growing, emerging from his sheath. I swear, it's almost like Andy had trained the dog to do this.
Jake's rocking hips began to grind his glistening, red tip against my pussy lips, and I gasped. Did I really want this? I was in a lose-lose situation - either I got fucked by a dog, or I lost a ton of money. What was least bad? I didn't have really any time to think about it, however. Within seconds, his hammering thrusts jabbed his hard, wet cock into my upraised rump. "Oh!" I yelped, gritting my teeth and trying to concentrate on the eight...hundred...dollars.
He pounded me, his fat cock the first and second to spread my cunt apart. Each time he grunted and pushed, my rear end was launched forward, compressing my spine. When he pulled back, my butt couldn't help but spring back into place, ready for another bestial lunge. I let out a continuous moan, more like a wail, not sure how I should be feeling. I was little more than Jake's cumbucket, just a bitch in heat to him. Again and again his throbbing cock reamed my wet pussy, while Andy watched. Jake groaned as he humped me faster, large droplets of drool splattering my back and neck. And still I just lay there beneath him, picturing that eight hundred bucks. I felt like a dirty whore.
Worse, the slap! slap! slap! of his dick in my pussy was turning me on. I felt completely helpless beneath his strong, controlling thrusts, sliding in and out of me in a blur. I was Jake's to do with as he pleased, and boy was he pleased. He whimpered and whined and groaned, wagging his tail. His cascading saliva drenched my sweaty back, his heavy balls smacking between my thighs with each push. Somehow, I took a perverse pleasure in the fact that I was the one doing this to Jake, turning him on so much. For all of my mistakes, at least I was still desirable.
"Oh, god, Jake!" I wailed, digging my fingernails into the carpet beneath me. My legs ached, but still I spread them wider, trembling as his dick tickled my innermost walls. His sloppy, wet humps echoed through the room, a bit of cum dribbling down my thighs - old or new, I couldn't tell. I clenched down around him, rocking my hips up and down, humiliated. Could the money really be worth this?
My eyes popped open. My pussy was stretching. And stretching. His knot thing was growing again, inside me. Jake leaned forward, pumping deep and fast, giving him time to swell. This time, I could picture what was happening: my pussy lips were bulging out, slowly but steadily inflating around his knot until my straining folds were stretched to their limit. Thank god I was a little bit bigger than Jake; how could bitches survive?
Whimpering, I reached a hand between my legs and cupped my bulging pussy. It felt like I was holding a softball. His flapping balls smacked into my hand. Thankfully, he was finished growing, and, it turns out, almost finished with me.
Andy watched for the second time as Jake hammered hard and deep, holding himself with his tip burrowed into my cervix. I felt his cock twitch, and then a warm flood of dog cum erupt into my womb. I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't help it. I moaned, my vagina squeezing and massaging the dog's spurting dick, rocking my hips and shuddering. Jake joined my cry with a loud, triumphant howl that burned at my ears. How many times had the golden retriever made me cum? My face was beet red as I squealed and gasped for breath.
If I'd been full before, this was worse. Jake's balls kept churning, dumping more and more semen into my womb to join the growing pool. I felt bloated, and moved my hand to my abs. Each time he spurted I felt a tingle in my hand, my uterus so full and stretched out that swear I could feel my belly growing. "No, stop!" I cried. "I can't take much more!"
He didn't stop. He just kept banging away at my raised rump whining and grunting. Thankfully, though, his knot gave way before my womb did, his next several spurts squirting out of me like a popped water balloon. Slimy, bubbling dog cum dribbled down my legs, covering what felt like every inch of me. What wasn't drenched in dog seed was coated in drool. And yet still I was squeezing and pushing back against the eager canine. When did I become such a filthy slut?
I didn't think anything could be worse than moaning lustily underneath a dog, but then my orgasm finally faded. I had all the shame, with none of the distracting pleasure. Jake took that opportunity to turn around again, his knot throbbing and tugging at my sore pussy. His tail wagged over my butt, creating a cool breeze that I could only welcome, considering that I was drenched in sweat and saliva. I could feel him still cumming inside of me, each splurt reminding me of what happened, and judging by last time, he'd be stuck inside of me for a good fifteen minutes.
"You won, Shanequa," Andy admitted.
"Odd," I said, shivering. "I don't feel like I did."
* * * * *
A month later, I got a large, brown envelope in the mail. I never told Mom or Dad how I lost forty bucks, and they'd believed me when I said I'd spent the night at Julia's. As far as I was concerned, that night had never really happened. I just wish my nightmares would cooperate with me.
I never talked to Andy after that, and I turned the corner whenever I saw him at school. Nobody noticed - Andy and I had never known each other before that night. Sure, my friends could tell something was wrong, but they'd never be able to guess...for a million years. The only real change anyone noticed was that I never drank again. I knew first hand how stupid alcohol could make you. That whole night and I never realized that I could (and should) have walked away, multiple times. The money was never really on the line; there was no way Andy could enforce the bets, nor justify them.
I opened the large envelope, sitting on the couch. There was a note, and a smaller, dark envelope. Curious, I opened it - and stood up. There was cash inside. A lot of cash.
"What the hell!?" I asked.
I quickly counted the hundreds and found thirty of them. Three thousand dollars. Hands shaking, I grabbed the type-written note. It read:
Dear Shanequa,
Allow me to apologize. No matter what you decide, I'm not going to remove the videos. I understand that I'm not doing you any real favors, but I'll give you your cut every month, whether you want it or not. Believe me when I say the police won't be able to help you. Here's your 10%. www.dogsluts.com
It wasn't signed. Trembling, I ran to the computer and typed in the url. I'd have to remember to wipe the browser history. The page took a while to load, but there it was. I sat down heavily in the chair. The front picture on the website was me, on all fours, beneath Jake. I played a teaser clip which showed pictures of the video for sale for five dollars. Everything was on tape. I felt a cold lump in my gut. There must have been cameras in every corner! The next shot showed the underside of Jake's knot. There was a camera in the coffee table. Andy...had planned everything.
I clicked another video, and found another girl, again with Jake. I wasn't the first woman he'd done this to! The young man had been careful to edit out any pictures of himself, and to remove his voice. The type-written note wasn't proof of anything, and the envelope had no return address. Maybe I could convince to police to shut down the website, but I knew that once something was on the internet, it was there forever. All shutting down the site would do is limit my cut of the profits.
The profits. I turned and sat on the couch, looking at the money. I had never seen so much cash. From a single month? If that was ten percent, then Andy had mad 30,000 dollars on the video already. At five bucks a purchase, that was six thousand purchases. If that kept up for even a couple of months, that'd make up for a year of college. Ten grand or more from a single, stupid night.
I flipped the note over and grabbed a pen.
Andy:
We need to talk about my cut. If we're going to be working together, I'm going to need at least 40%. See you soon.
-Shan