Chapter 1 - The Bet

CHAPTER 1: THE BET

It had started with a silly bet. She always won when they played 30 Seconds — it was never even a contest. She kept offering more and more ridiculous things to get him to pick up the cards. Doing all the chores for a weekend if he won. Buying him meals for a week if he could beat her. The ante kept going up. He had refused to take part for weeks now. Her eyes perked up, offering one thing she knew he'd never refuse.

"You beat me, you get me all weekend. Today till Monday morning — any hole you want, any time you want." She had grinned wickedly. "I'll even wear anything you want." His head shot up; that got his attention. "What?" Oratile had asked slowly. She could see the gears turning in his head as he processed the offer. "Any hole, any time, all weekend. You win and I will be your obedient submissive fuck toy." Thembeka grinned; she had him now — finally she could get him back to the table. He looked at her in disbelief. "You're joking." She shook her head. "Oh no, I'm serious alright. I'm betting my ass on this game." He nodded slowly. "It's a deal."

It doesn't matter how high the stakes are, she thought; there was no way she would lose. She never had before, after all. She gulped. That was… she hadn't before. She watched as her peg sat two squares from home, and she reached for the card that would close the game. She looked over at Oratile, his concentration completely on the board. He had never played like this — or she had never played this poorly. Every clue she gave tonight had landed badly. Terrible luck on the draw. And a stupid blank on a name she knew in her sleep had cost her a whole turn at the start.

She put her head back in the game. Five names, thirty seconds, the timer already hissing. She got the first one easily, fumbled the second, and watched the sand run out with three names untouched. His turn. He needed two names to take the game. The first clue barely left his lips before she shouted the answer — but the second came just as fast, and his peg slid onto home. He won.

He grinned, looking over at her. She suddenly felt very small. She looked over at her best friend. He was tall, a little over one metre nine. Dark, short, slightly unkempt hair. He was fairly athletic — not a bodybuilder, but he lifted frequently when they went to the gym. She knew he had secretly crushed on her for years, a harmless puppy love, but it's how she knew the bet would get him to play.

She looked down at herself. She knew she was attractive — not a perfect ten or model material, but her long Senegalese twists, warm eyes and ample bosom had won her more than a few longing stares over the years. She kept in shape; she and Oratile worked out regularly — cardio, squats and weights. She could feel Oratile's eyes pouring over her. Not with the usual eyes of her friend, but like a man at the butchery examining meat before making a selection. "G… good game," she said, trying to break the air. "You, uh, you finally beat me."

Oratile smiled at her. "I know. You played so bad it's almost like you threw. Almost like you wanted to lose your bet." She blushed. "I didn't throw!" she exclaimed, her cheeks burning at the accusation. "And I didn't want to lose. I only made the stupid bet because I knew you wouldn't play without some ridiculous prize to tempt you. If you weren't such a poor sport all the time we could just play like fri—"

He cut her off, ignoring her words. "Your mouth. Now." She froze. What did he say? She couldn't have heard him correctly. "I… I beg your pardon?"

He smiled. "You, on your knees, here." He pointed down between his legs. "If you like working your mouth so much, I'll give it something to do."

She blanched. "You can't be serious. It was… it was just a joke. A joke between friends, Oratile, you can't expect me to follow through." She stammered, looking at his hand still pointing to the empty spot between his legs.

"I very much expect you to follow through," he said slowly. "Just as you should know I plan to collect on your debt in spades. It's Friday afternoon and you're mine to use for the next," he paused, doing some math, "sixtyish hours."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he stood up, walking over, stopping directly dead in front of her, leaving a couple of steps between them. He towered over her, sitting on the couch. "Your mouth. Now," he repeated. "Or are you going to welch on your word? Are you just going to pussy out now that you lost?"

She looked at him. He looked very different. She noticed his arms looked more toned than she remembered, his eyes darker, and — her eyes moved up his body, meeting his gaze — he looked taller than before. His voice even sounded different; this wasn't the warm, friendly, jovial boy she had grown up with. His voice was hard, spoken like someone who expected to be obeyed when he spoke. Her cheeks burned at his accusation. She had never gone back on her word before. "N… no," she began softly, her eyes returning to stare at the floor. "I… I mean… I won't back out, but—" His hand suddenly cupped under her chin, forcing her eyes back up.

Again he repeated his order, his voice dripping with authority. "On your knees. Your mouth. Now." She whimpered involuntarily, but slowly slid off the couch, settling in on her knees. His hands started to undo his pants; she could see his bulge underneath the denim. This is happening, she swallowed, feeling a sudden unease as his pants dropped around his ankles. He's actually going to have me suck him off. She took a deep, slow breath, then another, trying to calm herself down.

The underwear pulled down slowly, freeing his engorged member. She gasped as it sprang free. He was large — at least twenty centimetres — circumcised, a drip of pre-cum beading at the end. She stared blankly, still coming to terms with the situation. She had been in a friendly game ten minutes ago; now she was on her knees in front of her friend, a friend she had agreed to serve as… as a fuck toy.

His voice cut through the silence. "Are you going to stare all weekend?" She looked up at him; he was smirking down at her. He was enjoying this, she thought. She blushed again but gritted her teeth. Where does he get off talking to me like this? Acting all high and mighty. He's probably so wound up he'll cum at her first touch. She reached up with her hand and grabbed his member softly. I may have lost the bet, but I can still put him in his place. He was warm; the skin was soft despite his rigidity. She slowly moved her hand up and down the shaft. She leaned closer, a strong smell hitting her as she approached — sweat and musk. I can do this, just focus. She began teasing his head slowly, licking him. She heard him moan in response as a shiver went down her spine. She pulled her hand away as she examined the shaft, running her tongue down its length. She got to the base and moved her head down; his musk and scent were overpowering. She was looking at his balls now, matching in size. Her hand moved up to cup them, feeling their softness. It feels full. Her hands continued fondling his sack. His voice again brought her back out of her thoughts. "Enjoying yourself? Who would have thought you were such a little slut."

Little slut? She blushed. The name had hit something inside her; a strong feeling welled up in her heart as soon as he said it. She shook her head, forcing the feeling away, instead turning to anger. Who does this asshole think he is? Some big shot because he beat me once. ONCE. I'll wipe that smirk off his face. She growled lowly and took a deep breath, placing herself in front of the head. Opening her mouth, she moved forwards, taking him inside her. She moved slowly, letting her lips slide over his head, teasing him with flicks of her tongue as she drew him in deeper. A throaty moan broke above her; another shiver ran down her spine. Not so big now, are you. She felt herself grin as she continued. He was filling her mouth completely; she strained her jaw wider, careful to keep her teeth out of the way. She could taste his sweat, his warmth, as she kept pushing, his musk back as she breathed deeply. She felt pangs from her groin; she moved a hand down slowly between her legs, feeling the now-damp cloth, her juices bleeding through the gym shorts. She pressed harder, rubbing herself slowly. She moaned as she pushed further. He touched the back of her throat; she fought back her gag reflex, his size pressing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. She opened her eyes slowly; she was about five centimetres from the base. She placed her hands on the back of his hips; she was too close to be defeated. Bracing herself with her arms, she forced herself on; she felt her throat stretch around him as she inched closer. Oratile moaned deeply. "Oh fuck…" he whispered hoarsely. Another feeling of pride and a shiver as she felt herself knocking him down a peg. Her nose touched his flesh, feeling his coarse hair brush against her. She couldn't breathe; his cock blocked her airway. She moaned at the realisation. She had never had someone this deep before, never had her mouth stuffed so completely. Her eyes rolled back in her head, letting herself get lost in the moment, his warmth and taste overwhelming her senses. She slowly slid back, her aching throat sliding back in place as she withdrew him. She flicked her tongue over his head again as he left; a salty, bitter taste followed. A pop sounded as she pulled him from her mouth. She looked at his dick, shining lightly with her saliva, a tendril of spit or pre-cum stretched from her lips to his cock. Her eyes turned upwards; it was her turn to smirk.

His head was facing up at the ceiling, rolled back in pleasure. Good, she thought. Just because I'm on my knees doesn't mean I'm powerless. Her smirk grew as he slowly looked down. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked smugly. Let's see how he likes it. He grinned down at her. "Your throat is amazing, Thembeka," he said hoarsely. She blushed — not quite the cowed response she was hoping for.

"Lean back against the couch. I want to try something." His voice was calmer, more like the old Oratile she knew. She leaned back slowly, bracing herself against the couch. "Like this?" she asked. He nodded. He positioned himself over her, a leg on either side of her body. He moved forward, his cock right in front of her face; he braced himself on the back of the couch with his arms. "Alright, start it in your mouth." She blushed; he was towering over her. He's experimenting with me… he's using me like a sex doll, an object to be moved and placed at his pleasure. Her blush deepened; it should bother her more, but part of her throbbed at the thought. She took her hand and silently placed his head on her lips, opening her mouth obediently.

His hips moved forward in an awkward thrust, cock rushing into her mouth; the angle was off and he hit her cheek. She adjusted herself to receive him better, feeling him slide into place. He withdrew and thrust in again, pushing to the back of her throat this time, then withdrew as quickly as he came. He… he's going to— her thought broke off as he rushed back in; she gagged slightly as he roughly hit her throat. She heard him moan above her. "Fuck, your mouth is good." She moaned at his words as the cock withdrew. He's fucking my mouth, her thought continued as he began to rhythmically pump. He's fucking my mouth. She moaned louder as spittle ran down her chin, the push and pull continuing. His taste entered, stroking her tongue over and over. She breathed each time he thrust in, taking in his scent. She remembered the words of the bet: I'll be your obedient submissive fuck toy. Another moan as he continued to ravage her mouth. Her hand slipped between her legs again as she let herself be used, surrendering herself to the situation. Yes, she thought. Use your fuck toy. Her hand slipped under her gym shorts slowly; her fingers played with herself. She was moaning at each thrust now, hearing him pant and moan like an animal. Her body ached for release; it ached for him to release inside her. Her fingers slid inside herself, new waves of pleasure riding up her body. She moaned loudly as he increased his speed and power, each hoarse moan he made sending shivers down her spine. She pushed her head forward to meet him, urging him deeper, feeling him push into her throat. Tears welled in her eyes as she met him again and again. His breathing was raspy; he grunted with each thrust. Cum for me, she begged mentally. Cum in your slut's mouth. She felt the fluttering feeling in her chest again as her mind said the word. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed the back of her head, bracing her against a last savage thrust; her throat stretched around him again, her face buried in his flesh. She gagged but couldn't pull away, his hands locking her in place. His cock started to twitch in her mouth; she felt warm, hot liquid hit the back of her throat, feeling the thick cum pool. She swallowed instinctively, pulling it down to her stomach. Her eyes rolled back as more and more cum pulsed into her; she gulped greedily as each wave hit her. She started to spasm as a mixture of playing with herself and the ecstasy of him filling her pushed her over the edge. Waves of pleasure washed over her with each of his cock's spasms. He's still cumming, she thought, another twitch releasing more into her. Her eyes fluttered; his cock was blocking her airway; her lungs had started to scream for air. More spasms were coming, more hot, thick sperm hitting her throat. She gulped again weakly. She lightly tapped his thigh, trying to let him know she needed to breathe; her arms felt heavy. Another wave of hot liquid answered her. She tried to say something; her mouth full of cock, she could only make incomprehensible garbles and moans. Another spasm and more cum. She tried to swallow but didn't have the energy; her eyes fluttered and he spasmed once more; she felt more hot liquid fill her throat to the brim. He stilled and slowly pulled out of her. She breathed in heavily, his scent again overpowering her, filling her lungs. His hands released her head and she slumped downward, crumpling as his cock left her mouth, completely spent. "Jesus… fuck, that was… that was intense. I don't think I've ever cum so hard." His breathing was heavy. She looked up at him, trying to speak, her mouth hanging open; she felt his cum dribble over her lips and down her chin, falling to her t-shirt. She let out a whimpering moan; it was all that she could manage. She slowly closed her lips together and, with all her remaining strength, swallowed again, trying to down the remainder of his seed. So… so much, she thought. Her mouth fell open again; she was panting softly. Her body was heavy and slow, as if she was moving through molasses. He was staring at her, his voice lowered. "Hey… are you alright?"

Alright… she thought slowly. Alright… my throat aches, and my jaw. She squinted as the pain slowly came through the fog in her mind. It hurt so much… but… Her eyes closed. She could still taste his cock… his cum, the power of his thrusts as he used her. Pleasure ran through her body. "Y…yeth… I… o…kay." Her mouth and tongue were barely functioning. She opened her eyes again. He was kneeling beside her, his face sweet, eyes full of concern and caring. He leaned closer, his face obscuring her vision; he had closed his eyes. His lips pressed into hers gently, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. Warmth flooded into her as he pulled her against him. She opened her mouth slightly and moaned softly at the tenderness. It had been all the invitation he needed. His tongue slid into her mouth, slowly exploring her. Peppermint, the thought came through a haze. He tastes like peppermint. She tried to push into him, to get more, but all she could manage were light whimpers.

The kiss continued, his soft, gentle prodding mixed with nibbles on her lower lip. With all her willpower she forced her arms to move, wrapping around his back, pouring all her might into slowly bending her fingers. She gripped his shirt, trying in vain to pull herself closer, to melt into the warmth of his body. She felt safe, small in his arms. She moaned into the kiss, struggling to adjust herself for more contact. He started to move his hands, softly stroking her back, the other moving to her side, caressing her gently. He broke the kiss slowly, straightening back up. She looked into his eyes longingly. He was smiling softly. "You did good." I did… good. Her head fell against his chest. He kept going. "No, you were amazing. The best I've had." She blushed at the compliment. His hand cupped the back of her head; he stroked her twists, tingles following his movements. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

She buried her face deeper. She didn't have the energy to respond; her only desire was to fall asleep here in his arms. She let out a low moan as she nuzzled deeper. She felt his arms shift, one to her back, another under her thighs; she felt a rising sensation like she was flying. Her eyes opened, looking around — he was carrying her. He walked slowly; she gripped his shirt. Was he always this strong? He was taking her somewhere. She watched as they went down the hall, he walked by her door, then passed the bathroom. He turned slightly, kicking the door to his room open. He carried her through the threshold and laid her gently on his unmade bed. He crawled over her, laying down beside her, pulling a duvet over them both. She felt his hand rest on her stomach. She tried to turn to face him, to bury her face back in his chest. Her body didn't respond. She sighed, barely hearing the soft "Sleep well."