The best bet I ever lost. (F/M) (Long) (Pt.1) | 2016

Edited for text wall.

This night took place a few weeks ago, and began with me losing a bet on the Seahawks-49ers game. I like to talk shit, and my girlfriend and her folks are MASSIVE Seahawks fans. Mel is about 5’8, great toned legs, smooth flawless skin, perky B cups, and an ass that would and does make black men cry. Hell, it makes me cry. Feeling confident and jack assy, I made a bet with Mel that Seattle would take a dive against the 49ers, and the winner got a sexual wild card, whatever they wanted for an entire night. Me, a little drunk and expecting to win, envisioned handcuffs, full bed restraints, kinky lingerie, hell, maybe a threesome. Thanks to Kaepernick, that didn’t happen. As it turns out that’s a good thing, what I got was even better.

Mel won. She was mysteriously silent on what she wanted, however, insisting only that I take her out on the town and give her a wild night out. I’d find out what she had in mind later. Various delays came up, and we weren’t able to make it out for a night downtown until later in the week. Mel dressed in a slinky striped number that was so tight it might as well have been spray painted on, with 4 inch heels and matching black strapless bra and lace panties. The area we’re in is a mixture of dive bars/pubs and dance clubs, completely packed on that night. We elbowed up to several bars, Mel sipping martinis and getting progressively dirtier in her dancing, grinding, leaning in close to run her lips over my neck and ears, teasing me with her provocatively expressive eyes.

Between the conversation and the dancing, and a few bourbons, I’ve practically forgotten the bet. In the packed pubs Mel used every excuse to tease me, squeezing close in the crowd and running her nails along me through my slacks, squeezing me tight against her against the bar and subtly but firmly stroking back against my increasingly hard cock when she ordered drinks and talked to bartenders, and basically getting an A+ in cockteasing. She especially delighted in sitting in my lap against bar stools and gyrating to the music, to all appearances just a tipsy flirt but driving me absolutely up the wall. The first time I tried to run my hands up along her legs to tease her back, she stopped me. “You lost the bet. This is your punishment. I’m in charge for the night….you’re just my man toy along for the ride.” Well then. After some light protesting ( purely for forms sake..who would turn down an offer like that?)I acquiesced to my punishment. By midnight, I’m half drunk, ragingly horny, and completely at her whim. She was loving every second of the power, and the semi-permanent bulge in my slacks was something of a laughing point for her every time we had to walk to another bar. Around midnight we find ourselves in a mega club, multi story, multi rooms. We’re on the dance floor, alternating between heavy grinding and making out. She’d had a few martinis at this point, and my hands were allowed a little freer access (though still nothing close to being able to pay her back for the previous hours). I’m starting to lose it at this point; I’m hornier than I have ever been in my life, practically insane with lust. That may sound like poetic license, but try the experience sometime. Give it a few hours.

Mel got bored with the packed main floor, and we started moving through the smaller rooms, stumbling across a room that bridged 2 larger dance areas. The room had an unfinished bartop, and was deserted except for thru traffic between the rooms. I seize my chance, and I have Mel behind the unfinished bar. The place had typical club lighting, we essentially disappeared into the shadows.

After a rough kiss, I growl at Mel:

“ You’re killing me. You win. I can’t wait another second. Either we’re fucking right here or we leave right now for home. I’m about to explode.”

She grinned at that. I should have known.

“You lost the bet bud. This is my night. I’m in charge. But if you’re so hard up, I guess I’ll give you a little bone. I’m not ready to go home.”

Finally. Sweet relief, I thought to myself. I have a huge thing for getting away with sex in public places, so the club setting wasn’t too off putting. Unfortunately, Mel had another twist. “Im going to get on my knees, and I’m going to take your cock in my mouth. You can’t use your hands, and I’m not going to use mine. My mouth is all you get.”

For most guys, this wouldn’t be an issue. Hell yeah, High five. Then theres me; I have an insanely hard time getting off from head, in the best of situations. I had in fact never cum from just mouth before, and the times where hands were used too took forever. The ass end of impossible. This was always a bit of sticking point for Mel; she’s incredible with her mouth, and my not cumming from it annoyed her. So she was going to get a win-win; either I cum from just her mouth, or I get the most extreme frustrating edging experience imaginable. In public. Fucking evil.

She quickly backed up under the bar overhang, at the angle of the bar. She grabbed me by the thighs and pulled me in tight against the bar, unzipping my trousers and pulling my rock hard length free. Now, the entire time this is going on, people are passing about 10 feet away. I’m leaning against the bar doing my best to act casual, playing on my phone and hoping no bouncer gets pissed I’m back there. I feel warm softness run the length of my shaft. I look down, watching her run and swirl her tongue from my balls to my tip. Then she took It in about 2 inches with her mouth. She squeezed with her lips, just tight enough to move the skin of my shaft without squeezing, her tongue gliding along the bottom. She gripped my thighs and began stroking her head up and down, keeping her lips firm, letting the pooling spit slide out freely when it got too much, almost giving me a handjob with her lips and mouth.

This is new for me. Acting casual is getting exceptionally difficult. It feels mind bogglingly good, and the mental factor of my girlfriend on her knees in a packed club trying to make me cum down her throat pumped it up x10. I look every chance I get, watching her go up and down, constantly, not wavering, my cock literally dripping spit from her mouth. I’m thrusting in time with her, and it was probably obvious as fuck what was going on. Luckily none of the other people seemed to notice or care; by that point I wasn’t even paying attention.

After 10 minutes or so (could have been more or less; I was in my own little world) she pulled off and massaged her face, and gave me a look as if to say “I’m getting lockjaw, hurry up or you’re in for a longgg night of blue balls”. I made a pleading face, and she understood. She slipped the sleeves of her dress down quickly, uncovering her black lacy bra, then flipped that down too. She winked at me, then let a generous bit of spit fall on her cleavage and nipples. This is her secret weapon, one of my number one kinks. I almost lose it, her doing that there in the club. She quickly resumes her motion, locking her lips with the perfect pressure and fucking me with her mouth.

Seeing her spit on her tits, the perfect rhythm, and the sheer filthiness of the situation got to me. Within another minute I’m on the edge, and Mel could tell. My cock swelled in her mouth, and she tightened her lips and took me as deep into her mouth as she could just as I began pumping stream after stream of cum down her throat. I came so hard I was physically shaking, leaned over the bar probably looking like an annihilated drunk. My knees were weak. I stood there collecting myself for a minute, when I noticed Mel was tapping on my leg. I looked down. She had a mischievous grin on her face, with her makeup smeared from the blowjob making her look even more cock wrenchingly sexy than normal. She had saved a shot of my cum, and as I watched, she let it fall onto her fingers, moving them into her panties to slip inside her. Someone had been watching my porn and taking notes. After a moment of fingering, she gave me a kiss and slipped up beside me, leaving me to stuff my still mostly hard cock back into my pants.

She moved her lips to my ear.

“That was a first. You’re welcome.”

Still collecting myself, I could only nod. She slipped off to the bathroom to fix her makeup, and I stumbled to the bar for a drink.

After a stout bourbon ginger, I was feeling sorted back out. My briefs were soaked from Mel’s saliva on my cock, and the feeling was a constant reminder of the blowjob. I was still hard and raring to go, and when Mel met back up with me I was quickly all over her at the bar. We played around the dance floors a bit more, gradually sobering up enough to make the drive home. Mel remained relentlessly dedicated to keeping me hard and on the verge of losing my mind. At one point while grinding on me, she slipped her hand in my pocket. When I felt inside, my fingers touched warm moist lace. Her panties. That took me to a whole new level of horny as fuck. One song later, I pointedly tell Mel its time to go home. She agreed. We made our way back to the parking garage, and I began looking forward to finally getting my hands all over my tormentor.

We were handsy on the walk back, pausing to make out, playfully tussling when she would remind me of the bet. It was a little early, and we were the only ones back at the garage when we started going up the stairwell. We’d made it about 4 stories up when my companions skirt rode up a bit, exposing her ass and pussy to my greedy eyes. It could have been the megaton of sexual frustration having an effect on my mind, but I swear to god I saw it glisten a bit in the light. I lost it. I took the last steps in one jump, pushing her against the concrete of the stairwell and kissing her hard. She protested for a split second, then gave up and kissed back just as hard. My hands, which had been digging into her hips, began exploring the body beneath her wafer thin dress, one dropping to cup her wet sex while the other alternated between her breasts and hair. I slipped two fingers inside her as we kissed, completely washed away in lust. There was little finesse, just a chaos of lips, tongues, and skin, with my fingers pulsing against her g-spot making her moan into my mouth. I felt her entire body tense, and her teeth bit down on my lip as she came into my hand, soaking it with her cum.

I began unzipping, pulling myself out. At that point I didn’t give a fuck if someone came up the stairs. I flipped Mel around, pressing her flat against the wall. I stroked the head of my cock once along her slit to get it wet, then plunged in to the hilt. She gasped, and I gritted my teeth. I had never wanted something so bad in my entire life. I held her against the wall and began pounding her, my fingers digging into her hip bones and pulling her back deep on my cock, my face in her neck so I could lick and nip, and tell her what a dirty cock tease she had been all night. I let one hand unlock from her hip and slip around, scraping it on the concrete but getting access to her clit. Stroking it as I took her pussy, she started moaning loudly, pushing back in time with my movements. I could feel her cumming, her pussy clenching tight and her cum pulsing against my cock.

I could feel myself getting closer, squeezing her tighter against me and pounding her even harder. She was building as well, her previous orgasms just buildups. She said my name out loud and I felt her body shake. Her pussy squeezed me tight, interrupting my strokes, and she came as hard as I’ve seen her, literally shaking. Her cum squirted past my cock. As she came down I went over the edge, hammering her hard and pushing her to another small orgasm. Her moans put me over, and I emptied my load deep inside her, holding her against the wall as she was filled. We sat there, trying to catch our breath. The concrete beneath us had a wet spot, and I pointed this out with a chuckle as we arranged ourselves. For this I received a half hearted punch.

We made our way up the rest of the stairs to the car, Mel hanging onto my arm as she didn’t trust her legs. When we got in the car and got settled, she laid her seat back. Figuring she was taking a catnap, I began driving us back through the city to the house. As I left the parking garage I glanced over. A grin on her face, she was slowly easing her fingers in and out of her pussy, playing with our mixed cum. Navigating heavily congested downtown roads while keeping an eye on that was a whole new exercise in concentration. I’m going to break here and finish part 2 later, this ended up being far longer than I anticipated haha. Hope you enjoy!