The Bet

"Excuse me, is this seat free?"

The woman he had addressed turned to view him shortly. "I guess so."

In spite her rather indifferent response he figured it wouldn't be too intrusive to sit down next to her. "Thanks." He laid his pint of beer on the bar counter.

The outer appearance of the girl wasn't particularly stunning at first sight, but for some reason his eyes fixed on her anyway. She was a brunette with blue eyes, wearing a black blouse and a grey tweed skirt. Probably in her late twenties or early thirties, he estimated. He wondered what a girl like her was doing in the pub but didn't dare to ask her such a trivial question.

"Nice to meet you." He offered her his hand. "I'm John."

She glanced at him just enough to say a curt "Hi" and turned back to her wine again.

If he had to guess, she was a librarian having a glass of red wine after workday. It was a common practice among his workmates in the computer engineering lab to relax by a drink at evenings. Although he had to admit that she didn't seem very relaxed.

There was something intriguing about her, and he was still hoping to be able break the ice. "What's your name?"

"Jane."

She didn't bother to look at him this time, and he couldn't be sure if it even was her real name, but at least he had something to start with. It clearly wasn't going to be easy to engage her in conversation, and he was short of witty lines. He took a sip of his beer trying to figure out his next move.

The pub's television was on the sports channel, showing the final moments of a horse race. He noticed that she wasn't staring at her drink anymore but seemed to be intensively focused on telly instead.

"My grandfather keeps winning on horses," she said abruptly.

It made him surprised enough that she had spoken to him voluntarily. "He does?" Now there was some common ground to start a chat about.

"Yes. He has some kind of magic touch when it comes to betting."

"I've tried betting on horses a few times, but never won much." He was a little disappointed to see her eyes still fixed on the television. "I guess I'm lacking that magic touch."

She didn't answer, and he had a moment to formulate a follow-up question. "So, have you inherited your grandfather's ability?"

It seemed that he had finally chosen the right words; at least she turned to look at him.

"Actually I have," she said and stared him in the eye.

"You've won on horses too?"

"I'm not interested in horses."

"What kind of bets have you won, then?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Of course I'm sure." Why was she asking such a question?

"Okay. Remember that I warned you."

He smiled. "I don't see a danger."

"Don't be so sure about that."

"Now you've got me intrigued."

"I have?"

"Certainly."

"Okay, I guess I could tell you. I have a bet in mind right now, one that's impossible to lose."

"And what's that?"

"Come closer." She leaned towards him until her mouth was just an inch away from his ear. "I bet," she whispered, "that if you tasted my pussy just once, you'd fall in love with my flavour for the rest of your life."

He startled. "What?"

She leaned back and looked him in the eye again. "Do I need to reiterate?"

"No, I heard you." He knew that his cheeks were turning red as he spoke. "Just wasn't sure if..."

"...if a girl like me could actually have said that?" She smiled wryly. "I bet."

"Mm, yes, I guess so," he said, stammering a bit. The girl was really something that he wasn't used to.

"So you don't want to make this bet?" Her voice challenged him again.

He collected his charisma and tried to sound self-confident. "No, I do." This time he returned her intense gaze. "But what are the stakes? What shall the winner have?"

"The one who wins will be granted a wish and the other one has to fulfil it."

"What wish?"

"Any wish that she wants to come true."

"Okay. And if I win?"

"I don't believe you will, but if that should happen, you'd be free to wish for anything."

"Well, that sounds like a deal. Shall we shake hands on it?" He offered her his hand, still not quite sure what he was doing but way too curious to withdraw.

She grabbed his hand and shook it. They now had a bet.

"So, are you ready?" she asked without a trait of hesitation.

"Ready for what?"

"To find out which of us wins."

"Now?"

She certainly had the ability to take him by surprise.

She granted him a quick smile, probably entertained to see his jaw drop like that. "Yes, now."

"Okay. Where do you want us to go to, you know..."

"We don't have to go anywhere. We can solve the issue right here."

'She's got to be kidding me,' he thought. "How?"

She didn't say anything but ensured that he was following her gestures. She moved her hand down and under the waistband of her skirt. He had a difficult time believing his eyes, and he quickly glanced around to make sure no one else in the pub was watching. Blood rushed in his veins, and he knew he was blushing deeply. As the increased blood flow reached his lower body, he noticed the initial signs of arousal as well.

Her hand came back from its expedition. She lifted her two fingers, pressed them against his lips and whispered her order. "Now taste me."

He grabbed her hand and took her damp fingertips in his mouth. He looked her daringly in the eye, sucking the fingers lightly, disinterested in whether or not someone would see from then on. Her scent on his nostrils, her taste on his tongue, he was very aware of an intensifying hard-on.

He reluctantly took her hand out of his mouth and let it drop, which was followed by a long silence. "You were right," he finally uttered. "I fell in love with your flavour."

"I knew you would." Her voice was now softer than before and her cheeks had become rosy.

"You win," he said.

"I win," she repeated.

"I guess we'll have to negotiate about your prize, then."

"Yes, we do."

"You've already decided what your wish is?" He had a strong urge to take her hand in his again and press it against his crotch right there but he managed to hold on to some of his remaining common sense.

She nodded. "I sure have."

"Then why don't you tell me."

"Okay." She leaned towards him again, her lips almost touching his ear this time. "I am starving for sex," she said, carefully articulating each word. "So, my wish is that you become my personal sex slave for tonight."

While they walked out of the pub together and headed to the nearest tram stop -- she had insisted on taking a tram to her apartment instead of a taxi -- he had some time for second thoughts. 'What the hell am I doing?' would have been the obvious question if he hadn't been so oddly mesmerised by this unconventional creature.

The tram was pretty crowded, and they both had to stand. Their bodies were so close to each other that they accidentally touched every now and then. She smiled at him on one occasion like that but didn't say a word. The electricity wavering in the air between them was almost palpable, and he wondered whether the fellow passengers noticed the game the two of them were playing. The thought turned him on even more, even to the extent of discomfort. He couldn't help but to imagine ripping her clothes off, how he would touch her everywhere, the urge to be inside her becoming almost unbearable until finally...

"Let's get out, lad." Her voice, informing him that her stop would be next, cut the imagined act short. She took him by the hand, and they hopped off the tram.

During the walk in the still summer air he was able to clear his mind once again. He reminded himself that he knew close to nothing about this mysterious woman. Yet he had voluntarily followed her so far.

She led him to an average-looking grey block of flats. When they had climbed the stairs to her door and she tucked her key to the lock, he noticed a slight wave of panic. This was his last chance to escape. When the door opened, he took a deep breath and stepped in.

"Welcome to my little kingdom," she said and shut the door behind them.

"Thank you for inviting me in." He tried to sound formal. It was too late to back away now, and he knew he was sweating.

"Because I won, I'm the one who sets the rules, and you will follow my lead. Is that clear?" Her voice was soft, but with a strict undercurrent.

"Yes." He was proud of himself having successfully tamed the urge to flee.

"So, tonight I will be your Queen and you're going to be my slave. Understood?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"That's the spirit." She rewarded him with a smile and gestured him towards the living room. She retreated to the couch and leaned comfortably against cushions. "Now, strip for me."

He didn't startle this time but noticed getting used to her style little by little. Her bluntness made him blush again, however.

She stared at him with an anticipatory look on her face. "Well?"

He managed to keep his voice relatively calm. "Yes, Your Majesty."

His heart was racing wildly as he began to remove his clothes. Not sure what kind of a strip-tease show she expected to see, he had to improvise. First he took away his tie and threw it to her. She caught it and smiled. He had already taken off his jacket in the hallway, and now he began to slowly unbutton his shirt, uncovering his chest and navel. She seemed to react with approval, which encouraged him a bit more. He took away his shirt and threw it to the couch as well.

She examined him with her gaze. He was glad about getting back to his exercise program recently. In general he was in pretty good shape, and the weight lifting had slightly outlined his upper body muscles, which he thought she might like.

He unbuckled his belt, wishing that the rest wouldn't disappoint her either. The thought of being exposed made him sweat heavier, but he unzipped his jeans anyway and slowly stepped out of them.

She whistled. "Wow."

Encouraged by her straightforward reaction he was able to overcome his insecurity and stand before her unabashedly in his white boxers that left little room for doubt about the state of his arousal.

She winked at him. "Come here."

He stepped closer to the sofa, now discomfortingly aware that she was still fully dressed.

As soon as he was on touch range, she lifted her index finger and ran it along the hairy line from his navel down. "You have a nice stairway to heaven. Certainly one of my favourite spots in a man."

Her touch made him shiver. "I'm... I'm glad that Your Majesty is pleased," he panted as she slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers. She gently rubbed the base of his semi-erect cock, causing it to fill rapidly with more blood.

She pulled her hand back and uttered a soft command. "Show me your manhood."

Her tone and body language revealed that she was getting turned on as well. He followed her request and removed his underpants. His exposed genitalia, surrounded by fair pubic hair, were now in show for her eyes only.

Her eyes widened, and he could tell she was impressed by the scene. His cock stood there proudly erect, just a few inches away from her pretty face. He knew he was larger than average in size, and now she was fully aware of it too.

She devoured him with her eyes for a moment but kept her hands strictly away from touching him.

"I want to get comfortable too." Quickly she stood up and guided him to sit down on the couch in turn. Before he could say anything, she was undressing herself.

"Meanwhile --," she waved towards his rigid member, "I'd like to watch how you amuse yourself."

Watching her take off her blouse and skirt made him even harder. Following her suggestion, he took his prick in his hand and initiated a slow movement up and down the shaft.

She stood a few steps away from him, now wearing only a black lace bra and knickers. They formed a deep contrast against her skin -- so pale that it almost resembled the shade of milk -- that outlined the subtle feminine curves of her skinny figure. He seized every moment, closely observing her graceful body language as she began to remove her underwear. Now it was his turn to stare.

His cock was throbbing almost painfully in his hand as he watched her unhook her bra. The garment fell on the floor exposing her breasts. They were small and round, with pink nipples facing upright. He held his breath as she slowly glided her thumbs under the waistband of her knickers. The brown curls of her pubic hair came to view, and when she stepped out of the knickers, he caught a short glimpse of the rest. If there was a moment in life that could instantaneously become a treasured memory, for him it would undoubtedly be this one.

Now completely naked, she walked in front of him. He stopped the jerking motion, wondering what she had in mind. For a moment she fondled his hair with both hands. "I've always had a thing for blondes."

Her breasts hung so close to his face that he could have taken her nipple into his mouth if he had dared to do so. She leaned down and kissed him hungrily, and when she stood up again, her hair and breasts swept over his face.

She lifted her foot to the sofa next to his knee, and for the first time he had an unobstructed view to her sex in all its raw beauty. The dark pink petals folded between her legs, unfolding the entrance to her feminine core. The recollection of her bewitching taste gushed from his reptile brain, making him want to worship the ground beneath her feet.

She grabbed his hand and placed it on her thigh, leaving no room for doubt as to what she desired him to do. He breathed in deeply, savouring the scent of her skin. Then he began to slowly glide his hand along her thigh. He could see her shiver as his fingers travelled along the firm flesh, approaching the destination inch by inch.

Finally his fingertips crossed the perimeter of her most intimate zone. The brown curls glistened with moisture; her labia were swollen and slightly parted in arousal, as if inviting him in. He gently traced the soft opening between the lips, and she moaned as he let his fingers part them. He buried his head between her breasts and began to explore her depths with his two fingers. She was unbelievably hot and wet from the inside.

He was very aware that no matter how deprived of her touch, his cock had become rock-hard. It was leaking pre-cum on his thigh as he continued to finger her. His other hand sought its way to her breast, which made her pant more heavily. He cupped the soft tissue in his palm and caressed the pallor of her skin, witnessing the nipple turn rigid under his thumb.

After a while she backed a couple inches away from him, still panting intensely. He let his fingers slowly slide out of her. Without a word, she took his tie from the sofa. She gathered his wrists and wrapped the piece of cloth snugly around them. Following her gestures, he stood up and moved along as she walked her slave to the bedroom.

"I think it's time to show you your place, my pretty slave." She instructed him to lie down on the bed. He was soon tied by the wrists to the metal bedframe.

'Don't be afraid', her eyes communicated as she made him completely defenceless, 'I'll take such good care of you.'

She backed a few steps away and let her gaze wander all around her servant's body. He wasn't used to being scrutinised from top to toe, and she was certainly the only person this far to make him want to accommodate himself to such a practice voluntarily.

Seemingly pleased with what she got, she came closer and resumed the skin contact. She began to glide her hand along his chest and abdomen, observing his reactions to her touch.

As she reached his navel, she slowed the motion down. She teased him, moving her hand in circles as if she had lost the way. She massaged his hips and tortured him by placing her hand to rest on his groin. "Another one of my favourite spots in a man", she commented before proceeding to the next object of her interest.

She rubbed the base of his cock once again, and then moved towards the rigid shaft. She whistled. "Very impressive indeed."

She boldly traced her index finger along his erection, making his shackled body twitch as if an electric current had been directed through him.

Determined to have his full attention, she pressed her palm against his cheek and looked him in the eye. "From now on --," she stated, petting his cock and balls with her other hand -- "this is my property, and I'll decide what to do about it. Understood?"

He nodded, out of words as her hand kept playing around.

She let go of his genitalia and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Good boy."

He examined her adorable body in awe as she climbed on top of him. On all fours now, she brought her face close to his, teasing him with the light touch of her hair and breasts on his torso. She pressed her mouth on his ear, dropping well-articulated words that would certainly hit their target once more.

"You probably know by now," she purred, "that I'm dying to get a man inside me."

"You are?" His attempt to play innocent wasn't very successful, but he was optimistic that she'd forgive him.

"You bet I am." She gave him a wicked smile. "So, how could I help myself to get rid of this craving? It's getting quite nasty, you know."

He opened his mouth to answer, but she muted him with a kiss. "Hmm, wait a second, I just figured something out that might do the trick..." Her act of serious contemplation was very convincing. She looked him in the eye. "Yeah, I think I'm going to ride on that handsome cock of yours, if you don't mind."

'I love you', was the only reply that his fuzzy mind could make up, but it was left unsaid when her hand sought its way back to his lower body. Her fingers travelled slowly along the 'stairway to heaven', as she called it, until they met what she was looking for. He cried out when she wrapped her hand around the throbbing member and positioned it at the right angle. She fitted the tip of his penis against her engorged labia. Now it was his turn to return to heaven.

"There's one strict rule that you must obey," she murmured as his manhood disappeared deep in her. "You're never allowed to cum before your Queen."

"Your wish is my command."

It soon turned out that she made it a tricky mission for him to fulfil his promise. This gorgeous Queen riding on him was something he wasn't prepared to. She was decisive on what she liked, swinging her hips and rubbing her clitoris against his belly as she fucked him. Her vagina enveloped him in the most loveable way, letting him sink deep in again and again and again. When she purposefully squeezed him with her pelvic floor muscles, he knew he couldn't stand much longer.

"Please, Your Majesty," he begged, "I need to cum!"

She shook her head, forbidding the act he had requested. But there was nothing to be done to overcome the power of his orgasm. He couldn't resist the enticement of her wonderful womanhood, and his cock began to pulse forcefully, pumping a hot load of semen inside her.

She kissed him vigorously, rubbing her tongue against his. "Naughty."

"There's only one way you can make it up to me." She reached out towards the bedhead, and her breasts swept over his face once again. "You won't need these anymore." She untied the knots around his wrists.

He flexed his arms and hands, wondering what she had in mind. "Seriously?"

"Yes." She gestured him to lie still on the bed and granted him a Mona Lisa smile. "You won't be able to escape anyhow."

Sitting on his chest now, she took his hands and placed them on her loins. "Hold tight," she commanded. "If you know how to satisfy your Queen, you'll be forgiven that previous misbehaviour."

His effort to say "Thank you, Your Majesty" was muffled as she moved her hips forward, grabbed his hair and pressed her womanhood against his mouth.