The guys had wanted to make their game of golf interesting. $10 a hole, they’d said. Unfortunately for Bryce, he only had a $20 bill on him, and he was having terrible luck.
No matter, the guys said - you can just bet with your clothes. Bryce thought his luck would turn around, so he agreed.
Now it was the 13th hole, and Bryce was down to his tighty-whities. If he lost one more hole, he’d have to finish the round butt naked. And, unfortunately for Bryce, his drive just went right into the water.
The folks at the pro shop were going to have a field day with this…
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lost the match - lost his kit. at least he has his trainers for the long walk home across town bare assed naked
Cocky boy thought there was no way he could lose - he’d been top dog on the court for years, and he was always down for a challenge. So when the new guy bet he could beat him in match, his pride forced him to accept, even knowing the loser would have to forfeit his clothes. Never in his life did he imagine he’d be the one forced to walk home in broad daylight without a stitch on.
The forfeit for losing the bet had been two laps around the building butt naked. The boys weren’t about to back down in front of their mates, and the first lap had gone easily enough. Apparently a cop had seen the streaking past, though, and now a squad car was sitting between them and their clothes.
They wanted to wait and hide for the cops to go away, but the hubbub was drawing the attention of the other tenants in the apartment, and soon the block would be swarming with people. If they waited any longer, the whole building would see them naked. Then again, if they made a run for it now, they’d either be stranded from their clothes or get hauled to the police station in the buff.
well hurry it up lil fag you said you could last the whole night between my cheeks while i game league of legends, you have to spend all that time soaking up my musky ass and smelling all my dirty rank farts bro, last chance to back out … alright come here then fag this is your death wish PBHHRT
“Deb, what are you doing?” her neighbor Jim asked as she peered over their fence. Deb was washing her windows wearing a skimpy maid’s outfit.
“Oh, hey Jim!” She called back casually. “Oh, I lost a bet with my husband and this is part of the deal.”
“Must’ve been some bet,” he joked, trying not to be obvious about peeking at her surprisingly sexy body. “Can I go double or nothing on that with you?”
Deb looked at her young neighbor over the fence and considered it. “What do I get if I win?” she asked suspiciously. He told her to name her price, still unsure if she was serious. “How about you have to wear this outfit and clean my house?”
“Okay. What’s the bet?”
“Well, Gerry bet me about the super bowl, but that’s out.” They agreed on a basketball game later that day and picked their teams.
The Warriors lost in an upset and the next day, Deb showed up to clean Jim’s windows in the same skimpy outfit. Jim had a good time watching his neighbor’s wife, even taking a few pictures for the memories. When she was done, she let herself in.
“So, where do you want me?” she asked. Jim gave her a quizzed looked. “The bet with Gerry was a window cleaning and an afternoon of no holes barred sex,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to welch on my bet, would I?” She dropped the skimpy outfit to the floor.
“I don’t understand…,” Marie said hesitantly, “where are the panties?” She searched the pink bag and the tissue paper on the bed. “Did they forget…” she stopped herself.
“I, uh, don’t think there are any,” her husband said.
“I can’t go out there like this!” she protested. “I’m practically naked!” Marie caught a glimpse of her large, full breasts in the mirror. The see through top did a perfect job of supporting and revealing them. She knew she should feel exposed, but instead, she felt invigorated, confident.
“I’m sorry, but that was the deal,” Michael was saying, pretending to look through the package in vain. “Rob got to pick the outfit and you had to wear it during the whole poker game,” he reminded her.
“I know!” she shushed him away, suddenly enjoying the oddly powerful sensation. She had to admit, she did look sexy in this barely there lingerie. She caught a glimpse of her husband, practically cowering behind her. Her eyes, almost reluctantly, scanned down toward his crotch. His small little cock was bulging and he tried hard not have her see him pulling at it.
“Well, a deal is a deal,” Marie said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. “But I won’t be able to stop your friends from groping me and whatnot,” she pointed out, without feeling the need to add, “and neither will you.”
They had barely begun playing before Marie was pulling Rob away. She had decided to reward him first for his clever planning. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” Marie whispered in his ear after swallowing his cum.
“I had hoped,” Rob admitted with a guilty smile.
“Who’s next?” Marie asked. Without any answer, she grabbed Kevin by the hand and led him into the bedroom. She didn’t find him any more attractive than any of the others, but she didn’t like Kevin’s wife and fucking Joy’s husband was a powerful little secret to hold over her.
“What makes you think that’s okay?” Karen snarled at her husband. “I’m not yours to wager with,” she said as Mark cowered away from her. She fumed for a bit before turning back to their friend, Tom. “Well, let’s go,” she said, motioning for him to sit down and unzip.
“Look, it was just a friendly bet…” he started to say. Karen cut him off.
“Please, one coward is enough,” she snapped, glancing at her husband. Mark moved to leave the room, and that only made her more mad. “No! You sit there and watch,” she demanded.
She pulled out Tom’s cock and started stroking it. At first, she was very mechanical, almost resentful. Soon, though, she started to get into it. “You have a very nice cock,” she said earnestly.
“Wow…it’s getting really big,” she said after a while. Karen was completely focused on Tom and his cock. She licked her lips and edged her pretty face closer. With her right hand still on his cock, stroking it slowly, she brushed back her hair with her left. Her lips drifted slowly closer to his cock.
“It was just a handjob,” Mark croaked out anxiously.
Karen shot him a glare and he shut up, letting out only an anxious whimper. Now somewhat defiantly, Karen purposely leaned forward and took Tom’s cock in her mouth. They both moaned as her warm, wet mouth enveloped his red, glowing, hard cock.
“Hhhhooollly shit!” Tom groaned. Out of instinct or habit, he ran his fingers through Karen’s long blonde hair. She moaned appreciatively as she quickened her pace. With her left hand holding the base of his thick cock and her mouth wrapped around the head and shaft, Karen’s right hand glided down her own body and unbuttoned her own jeans.
“Hmmmgngh!” she moaned into his cock as her own fingers roamed over her clit and into her wet pussy. She fingered herself as her head bobbed up and down on Tom’s cock. His hands were both on the back of her head, pumping her pretty face up and down.
“Shshs..shsh…shshshshiiiiiiiTTTT!” Tom cried out as he came. He arched his back, driving his cock into Karen’s throat and pumping volumes of cum into her.
Karen swallowed every drop then wiped the excess cum from her lips and licked her finger clean. Tom slumped back against the window, panting from the most amazing orgasm he had had in a long while.
Karen looked at Tom’s spent cock. It was still long and thick, thicker than her husband’s. After a moment, she stood up, not bothering to button up her jeans. “Come with me,” she said, grabbing Tom by the hand. Her husband twitched in his seat, about to stand up. “No,” Karen barked. “You stay here. You can jerk off for all I care,” she told him as she lead Tom out of the living room and into her and Mark’s bedroom.
“NEVER!” the boy croaked out as he writhed against the firm choke hold he was pinned under.
“Maybe not now,” his challenger soothingly cooed in his ear, so soft that only he could hear it, as the crowed jeered and the referee counted down the time, “but soon you will, and definitely tonight, as we agreed beforehand…don’t you remember?”
He remembered all too well, and how he now regretted that boastful wager he’d agreed to before the match… but a deal is a deal and as the seconds ticked down he knew the chances of escaping that fate grew ever more unlikely…
“I think you are getting a stiffyabout the prospect, my little embarrassed boy…” His grip held firm, there was no escape.
“NO!” He knew it was hopeless, but he had to fight to the end, had to prove to himself as much as anyone that he didn’t secretly want this outcome all along.
