The Bet - Chapter 15

Hello everyone!

Here is the next part of "The Bet"! Sorry for the wonky schedule lately. All I can say is that I am doing my best to deliver content as quickly as I can.

One note here: as I started writing this, the vote between "fuck him" and "don't fuck him" was evenly split, 50/50. I watched it for a few days as I drafted, but the numbers didn't budge.

So this was a rare case where I was forced to cast the deciding vote myself. I took a lot of comments into account to write the chapter, so I hope the result is to your liking! As to what decision I made... well, I will let you read and find out for yourself!

I hope you enjoy! And that you all so much for all your interest and comments!

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Dan paced the floor of his kitchen, his hands running through his hair distractedly as he tried to decide what to do. 

First, Zane had sent him that taunting text, boldly claiming that he might win the bet tonight. That hadn’t worried Dan too badly. Making an empty boast to get under Dan’s skin.would be just like Zane. But, just to be sure, Dan had called his wife to make sure she was catching up with work at the office, just like she had said. 

And he had received no answer. 

Even worse, when he called his wife’s assistant in case Claire was too busy to come to the phone, Perlah said that she wasn’t at the office, and she didn’t think Claire was either. So if his wife wasn’t at the office, where was she? 

With Zane? His cock deep in her cheating pussy as her long, luscious legs locked around his flabby hips, drawing him closer… moaning and clawing at his back as his monstrous cock stretched her wide? 

Dan took a deep breath and collapsed onto one of the stools and the kitchen island, trying hard to think and not let himself slip into filthy fantasies. His cock throbbed, painfully hard in his pants, fueled by the powerful storm of anxiety and twisted lust raging inside him. This had to be some sort of trick or mind game from Zane. He wanted Dan to panic and track Claire down in a frenzy, revealing his insecurity and distrust of his wife. If Claire thought Dan suspected she might be fucking Zane… well, to say she would be angry would be an understatement. 

Dan leaned heavily on his elbows and shook his head wearily. That must be it: a crude attempt to prove he didn’t trust Claire. He was a step ahead of Zane this time. Zane had underestimated his bond with Claire. Dan would never in a million years suspect his sharp, confident wife of slutty infidelity. 

And Claire? She would rather die than give in to a cocky ogre like Zane.

… 

Zane’s heated words echoed through Claire’s mind as his thick cock throbbed powerfully against her pumping palm. How much better would it feel plunging deep inside her, filling her completely, stretching her needy pussy wide open… finally satisfying her growing need to get fucked?

God… he’s inside my head He’s more dangerous than he looks. 

“Shut up!” growled Claire in a husky whisper, looking away from Zane’s burning gaze toward his cock, swollen with lust in her hand. She saw her wedding band glinting in the bright porn set lights and it only made the twisted desire building inside her flare stronger and hotter God, I shouldn’t be doing this. Claire had always told herself that she was stronger than Zane. Smarter than him, but now her hand was wrapped around his cock… and damn it, she wanted more. A huge part of her cried out to be filled by the cock that felt so fucking good in her hand. 

She began pumping her hand faster and harder on Zane’s cock, trying her best to rapidly bring him to orgasm. If she could get him off quickly, his obscene offer would be a moot point. Looking into Zane’s piggy eyes with a hateful, challenging gaze, Claire leaned over and spit on his cock again, just like he had asked her to a few minutes ago. her hand swiftly spread her slick, warm saliva all over Zane’s shaft, lubing him up and filling the room with sloppy wet noises as her delicate hand pumped and twisted.

Zane raised an eyebrow with a dirty chuckle, leaning back on his hands with a satisfied smile, clearly enjoying himself immensely as the haughty married woman he had been pursuing energetically jerked his dick. But he was also clearly not anywhere close to orgasm. “Wow… You learn fast, don’t you, Claire bear?” he teased with a wink. “Aren’t you glad I taught you that one? Now you can spit on your hubby’s cock whenever he gets a handjob! Be sure to tell him you learned it from his old buddy Zane.”

“No,” panted Claire, her voice angry, but rough with arousal, “He doesn’t need shit like this to get off. He’s not a pervert like you.” She squirmed a little on the bed, her pussy blazing with arousal that was so powerful it was almost uncomfortable. Why does it turn me on when he acts like an asshole? What the fuck is wrong with me lately?  

Zane laughed, low and nasty. His sly sidelong glance at Claire was filled with secret certainty. “I wouldn’t be so sure, Claire. Your hubby might just be a bit more kinky than you think.”

Claire felt a stab of anxiety, thinking back to the strange censored “Beta Edition’ of Zane’s website she had found on Dan’s computer. Did Zane somehow know about what sort of things her husband jerked off to? No, it had to be a shot in the dark. Just another jab intended to get under her skin. 

“Shut the fuck up,” she snapped. “Just… don’t talk. Focus on the fucking handjob that you don’t deserve. It’s a one-time thing, so enjoy it while it lasts. And to answer your stupid fucking question, of course I’m not going to let you fuck me. That’s the entire fucking point of this.”

Zane snorted, as if Claire was being ridiculous, but he fell silent for a while, letting Claire focus fully on his cock. 

It really was an impressive specimen she held in her tight fist. For a few minutes, Claire focused completely on the filthy rhythm of her handjob, letting her breathing fall into a steady pace in time with her pumping hand, feeling the ridges and veins of her worst enemy’s hot, pulsing flesh. Claire’s body sang with tension and arousal. Her husband had let her down lately, so she had a lot of built-up sexual frustration, but this was more than just that. It wasn’t just that Dan hadn’t made her this horny lately; she wasn’t sure if her husband had ever made her this horny. There was something about Zane’s attitude and the antagonism and competition between them that lit a powerful spark of sexual energy inside her. Not to mention the perfect size and shape of his cock. 

It was making her decision not to have sex with him harder and harder to maintain

“What?” said Zane with a nasty chuckle, watching the clear arousal and frustration written all over Claire’s snarling face, “having a little trouble? Feeling horny? You know, it’s a shame that you aren’t getting anything out of this. Just say the word, and we can make this a little more… mutual…”

“You little fucking piece of…” hissed Claire in shocked disbelief. "You're assuming too much. You’re lucky my hand is even touching this disgusting, oversized donkey dick at all! I’m so far out of your fucking league that you shouldn’t even look me in the eyes without asking first, you arrogant little prick!”

Zane shrugged. “Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say. That they’re better than me. That I don’t deserve them. That I should thank my lucky stars. And you know they do then?” 

His eyes were two sharp pinpricks of predatory heat, burning into Claire’s soul. Her breath caught despite herself, and she was forced to once again confront how horny she was. Her nipples throbbed with painful stiffness in her bra, and moist heat roared between her shifting thighs. “I…” she said softly, licking her lips, “I don’t know what you…”

One of Zane’s hands reached over and rested on her thigh with warm, firm pressure. It felt like  he had just broken an important barrier. Now it wasn't just Claire performing a service for Zane. With just the light touch of one hand, this had become a mutual sex act, just like Zane had promised. It made Claire feel dirty and wrong, but more importantly in made her feel unsettled, like she was walking on shaky ground. She considered moving Zane’s hand… but instead, her hand continued to slide up and down his slick shaft, pleasuring his cock as his hand rested just inches from her hot, desperate pussy. 

“Then they fuck me,” said Zane in a heated whisper. “They tremble. They whimper. They beg for more. And after that, I don’t hear about how beneath them I am anymore.” His hand slipped just an inch closer toward the center, and Claire felt her pussy throb with filthy heat. Her decision not to fuck Zane now felt like an open question once again, and his words didn’t help. 

“Why make this harder than it needs to be?” asked Zane in an oily, persuasive tone. “We both want it, it will make it easier to fulfill our little agreement, and no one has to know!” 

Claire could feel herself teetering on the edge of giving in… then pulled herself back. No. She had to be strong; otherwise, she would never be able to live with herself. But Zane was right in one respect: the longer Claire let this handjob go on, the hornier she would become. And it would become harder and harder to resist Zane’s continued insistence that they take things further. 

She needed to step up her game and finish this. 

Without any further hesitation, Claire did what her instincts told her would work. She lunged forward, capturing Zane’s flabby lips in another searing kiss. But unlike the first kiss he’d stolen a few minutes ago, this one felt different. On the one hand, as her tongue slid between his lips boldly, tangling wetly with his, Claire felt a surge of power. She was taking control. Doing what she wanted instead of just being pushed around by Zane again and again. 

But on the other hand, it was a little troubling how the kiss affected her. Her arousal pulsed blood-hot just beneath her skin. Her whole body tingled and ached for touch. She didn’t just want to serve a man with her hand; she wanted to be served. She wanted relief from the sexual frustration that had been plaguing her. As her hand pumped ceaselessly on Zane’s rock-hard dick, and her mouth locked hungrily with his, trying to turn him on enough to make him cum, her pussy felt needy and empty beyond belief, crying out to be filled and satisfied. 

As Claire concentrated on making Zane cum as fast as possible… he answered her body’s wordless cry. Claire gasped in alarm as she felt Zane’s hand slide down the curve of her inner thigh, heading toward the center. Her free hand flashed down, gripping his flabby wrist hard in a desperate grip. She pulled away from the kiss, panting with lust, but still strong in her beliefs, whispering fiercely, “Don’t. That’s not for you. Ever.”

Zane stared back at her with a defiant look in his eye. “Very impressive, Claire. Full marks,” he said in a sarcastic murmur. “When you have trouble sleeping at night, you can tell yourself that you just jerked me off, and didn’t have any fun at all doing it. Let’s be real, Claire Bear. You’re horny as fuck. And you need some relief soon, or you're going to fucking explode. Isn’t it actually better if you cum from this?  That way, you’re not submitting to me. You’re just… having fun right?”

Claire felt frozen, unable to make a rational decision. The thought of Zane’s skilled fingers on her crotch was hard to resist… but would saying “yes” make her look weak? She scowled at Zane, and her blush flamed red-hot as he seemed to read her expression like a book, saying, “Ok, ok, don’t worry, Claire. You don’t need to say ‘yes’.” He moved forward again, his last few words a hot, wet breath against her panting lips. 

“...Just don’t say ‘no’.”

Then his lips were on hers again, and her hand was pumping his cock with even greater speed. Claire’s hand holding Zane’s wrist faltered… then fell away, allowing it to move toward its destination, sliding down to firmly rub and tease, mashing her soaking panties into her pussy over her jeans. 

Claire had to hold herself back to prevent a moan from slipping between her lips. Zane’s fingers felt so fucking good rubbing between her thighs that it was hard to fully believe it. Before long, all hesitance was gone, and Claire spread her legs wide, eagerly receiving all of the attention that Zane could give her while pumping her tight, slippery fist up and down his cock. 

Zane twisted and shifted for a moment, and it took Claire a moment to realize that he was shrugging out of the robe he was wearing, leaving his flabby, hairy body totally naked on the bed beside her. It should have been an unimportant gesture: after all, she was already jerking him off, and it was difficult to get more intimate than that. But somehow being next to Zane fully naked seemed to ramp up the intensity of the moment even further. He was signalling that they still had further to go before this encounter was finished. 

Claire had started out by firmly kissing Zane, but now he turned the tables on her, pushing his heavy naked body against her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and rubbing his thick fingers with unrelenting pressure between her thighs. Claire’s breaths came in big, shaking gasps, hitching her chest and making her tits jiggle lightly beneath her shirt with each inhale. Her hand squeezed tighter on Zane’s huge throbbing cock, holding it like a good-luck charm; an anchor that kept her rooted in this powerful, heated moment of intense sexual freedom. How could someone’s fingers feel this good over the clothes? How could Zane make her feel this way with high school level shit like handjobs and second-base fondling?

Was all of this heat coming from the taboo of the encounter and Claire building it up in her head, or was Zane really some sort of sexual virtuoso like he claimed? Claire couldn’t tell, but she knew a cock deep inside her would feel so much fucking better than his fingers rubbing over her jeans…

Claire’s thought process was interrupted by a strange tugging sensation. She was so wrapped in the handjob and kiss that it took her a second to realize what was happening. It was Zane’s free hand, slowly flipping up the bottom hem of her shirt, tugging it up to expose the tanned flesh of her taut belly. 

Claire’s insides twisted with aroused anxiety, and her hand that had been busy cradling the back of Zane’s head and pulling him closer flashed down to once again grab his wrist and halt his progress. She pulled away from the kiss and gave him what she hoped was a stern glare… although her hand never ceased its pumping up and down the stiff length of his shaft.

“Stop,” she said in a voice that was firm, yet husky with desire. “I already told you that I’m not going to have sex with you, you creep. Just fucking drop it already.”

Zane’s eyes were hard and focused now, his voice low and direct and powerful in a way that made his still-moving fingers tingle between Claire’s thighs. “You want to make me cum right?  This will help. I want to see that beautiful body. It’s not that big of a deal anyway… unless you’re saying that you won’t be able to help yourself if you get naked in front of me. Are you that weak, Claire Bear?” 

Claire stared at him, taking in his disgusting little naked body. By any objective measure, Zane was undesirable. He had a big, soft belly, squat legs, and a flabby chest all covered by a layer of curly golden body hair. But somehow… in a way that Claire couldn’t put her finger on, his confidence and arrogance almost let him pull it off. He felt less like the disgusting loser that Claire had assumed for so long and more like some sort of mythological beast: a troll or ogre, bursting with dangerous sexual power. 

A big part of this was his cock, admittedly. It jutted out, stiff and proud, with Claire’s delicate hand still wrapped tightly around its base, wedding ring slick with a mix of saliva and precum from her eager handjob. 

Claire felt arousal pulsing through every inch of her body, throbbing in her nipples and between her legs, making her feel flushed and hot all over. The temptation to throw caution to the wind and let this confident, assertive man tear off her clothes was powerful, but the strength of that impulse scared her. Worse, he had put his finger directly on her anxiety with his taunt.  Zane thought that being naked together would be too much temptation for her to handle.; that she would just automatically let him fuck her if she let things get that far. 

But he was wrong. She knew that it was a reverse psychology tactic, and she knew that her decision might be partially driven by her wild arousal, but Claire wasn’t the type of woman who could back down from a challenge. She finally released Zane’s cock from her slippery grip and stood before him, breathing heavily and blushing red, angry and horny and confused. 

“Weak?” she purred with a sneer, staring down at the little troll beneath her from her commanding height. “We’ll see who’s weak after your disgusting dick spurts in my hands five seconds after seeing my tits.” She reached down and popped open the button of her jeans, feeling butterflies roaring through her belly. She was actually going to do this. She was going to be naked together with Zane. Just like all those girls on his filthy porn site. Just like Leah had been when she spied on her getting fucked to moaning orgasm by the cock beneath her right now. 

“I’m only doing this to get this over with faster,” she insisted hastily, trying unsuccessfully to ward off the sudden expression of horny triumph that crossed Zane’s ugly face. The sudden sense that Zane had successfully manipulated her and won this round made Claire hesitate for a second, but her hands were already pulling the waistband of her jeans down over the curve of her ass, and pulling them back up at this point would only make her look weak. 

So she pressed on, dropping her tight jeans to the ground and kicking them to the side. She could feel Zane’s slimy eyes crawling all over her naked thighs and ass, turning her insides to water and making her knees weak. She hurried to tug her shirt up and over her head before she lost her nerve further, cutting off her view of Zane for a moment when the tight fitted shirt caught on her large breasts. Finally she tossed it aside to land on her jeans, and she stood in front of her naked enemy wearing only her underwear. 

It wasn’t the fanciest set she owned, and, despite what Zane had maybe been hoping, certainly wasn’t the pair he had bought for her. Shamefully, that idea had actually crossed her mind when she got dressed to go out a few hours ago, sending a little zip of taboo energy racing through her body, but in the end, this trip had been about resisting Zane, not pleasing him, and wearing that lingerie would have been admitting defeat before the game even started. 

But, with that being said, she had also worn underwear nice enough that she didn’t mind being seen in it, which maybe indicated a certain amount of defeatism after all…  Her bra was elegant yet sexy, white with black lace decorations. A matching simple white thong, currently soaked through with arousal, clung between her legs. 

Zane looked up at her, and the mockery dropped from his face, replaced by open, naked hunger. He wanted her so badly that Claire could practically smell the pheromones, and her own body responded to that lust, her pussy throbbing dully with pure sexual need between her thighs. She wasn’t finished yet. Zane was completely naked and completely confident. If she couldn’t match that, she would be admitting defeat. Claire reached behind her and began unhooking her bra. 

Zane slowly stroked his long, thick cock, his eyes focused on her with blazing heat. It reminded Claire uncomfortably of her usual bedroom ritual with her husband, where Dan would praise her while she stripped for him, jerking himself off the whole time. The fact that Zane was doing the same thing only convinced her body more strongly that she was about to get fucked, lighting a dark, sickening fire deep in her belly. Claire did her best to work quickly, trying not to make it a teasing show as she shrugged off her bra and tossed it onto her growing pile of clothes. 

But her attempt to make things less openly sexual had no noticeable effect on Zane. “Fuck,” he growled as his burning eyes bored holes into Claire’s naked tits. They really were impressive, Claire had to admit. Full and round, with big perky pink nipples. They looked even bigger when  bare, thanks to the clothing Claire wore to de-emphasize them, and she could tell that Zane was in heaven now as he got his first view of their full naked glory. “You are so fucking hot,” he gushed in a rough, lustful voice that made Claire lust burn brighter. “I can’t believe you’re worthless hubby can’t get it up for you.”

Claire paused and frowned. “What? Why do you say that?” she asked suspiciously. She had never mentioned her husband’s difficulties in bed to Zane, and she never would, no matter how frustrated she got. 

Zane shrugged as if it was of no importance. “No reason. He just seems like the type. Now get that thong off, Claire Bear. We need to get back to the action.’

Claire gave him a searching look, and reached down to grip the waistband of the thong. Although her arousal hadn’t faded one bit, she felt a little warier suddenly. She slipped her white thong down an inch or two… and then pulled it back up into place. Weak or not, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to be totally naked with this manipulative asshole. 

Zane frowned. “What the fuck? I thought you said…” 

“Shut the fuck up,” growled Claire, lunging forward and seizing his cock in her hand and kissing him hard once again. It was time to make this asshole cum… and quickly, before he could trick her into going any further.

This time she didn’t sit, leaning forward on one knee in a dynamic pose, her hand pumping wildly on Zane’s cock while her tongue aggressively explored his mouth. One of his greedy hands came up suddenly, making her gasp against his lips as he firmly and confidently grabbed her naked breast, pressing his hot, sweaty palm against a stiff nipple. God, she had let him get so far… giving him a handjob, letting him see her naked, now even allowing him to touch her naked tits. But she didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. Seeing that her only reaction was to jerk his cock with more frantic speed, Zane grew bolder, using both hands to grope, rub and tease every inch of her breasts as they hung softly between them.  His strong, teasing hand sent crackles of electricity blazing through Claire’s body, setting her on fire with twisted lust. Claire’s hand twisted and pumped, relishing the feel of Zane’s thick, throbbing cock against her grip. 

She wanted more. And Zane, in tune with her needs, was willing to give it to her. One flabby hand slipped down her body while the other took an aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it lightly. His hand traveled down until it reached her panties, hooking under the front of the thong and pulling down. 

“No,” said Claire firmly, pulling away a little. This time, her words were backed with resolve. “Leave them on.” That barrier between his cock and her pussy, as thin as it was, seemed essential right now. 

Zane attempted to keep going for a second, then looked up at Claire’s expression and saw she was serious. A wry grimace crossed his face. “Fine,” he said with a sigh, “Be that way. For now. But you’re never going to finish me off with just a handjob, Claire Bear. You’re going to have to find some way of upping your game.” 

Once again his words were taunting, needling Claire in just the right way to awaken her competitive spirit. With a fierce desire to prove him wrong, Claire decided on a different tactic.  She pushed Zane’s hands aside and straddled his pudgy lap, reaching down between them to play with his cock once again. The pervy son-of-a-bitch seemed to like the look of my tits, she thought wickedly. Let’s see how long he can last once he gets a taste. While one hand swirling its palm over the swollen cock head between their laps, Claire reached up with her free hand and grabbed a handful of Zane’s frizzy blonde hair, pulling his face into her breasts. 

Judging by the stunned pleasure on Zane's face the instant before it pressed deep into her big soft tits, Claire had chosen a winning strategy. The little troll looked like he had died and gone to heaven. And, a second later, a tidal wave of pleasure hit Claire as well. Zane sucked one delicate, perfect pink nipple into his greedy mouth, lashing it roughly with his tongue before nipping it between his teeth. Claire sucked in a deep gasp of pleasure, one hand pumping Zane’s cock head in short, tight strokes while the other rubbed and tugged gently on his massive hanging testicles. It was mildly uncomfortable to sit like this, perching her fat ass on Zane’s knees and leaving enough room to work his cock, but the powerful pleasure she was receiving from Zane’s mouth more than made up for it. 

God he know how to use that fucking mouth. Claire found herself arching her back, offering up her tits for Zane’s slobbery but skillful attention as he licked and sucked and kissed every inch of them, covering her married tits with his unworthy saliva. Defiling them with his filthy animal lust. She had hoped that letting him suck her tits would be enough to put him over the edge, but so far, it apparently wasn’t. “Fuck… cum you little shit,’ she hissed between clenched teeth, pleasure pulsing in her veins and crackling up and down her spine as Zane teased her stiff nipples, one with his rough tongue, and the other with his finger and thumb. Every minute this went on tempted Claire more  and more to give in, tear off the tiny scrap of soaked cloth between her legs, and fuck Zane within an inch of his life.   

Zane’s only response was a deep, mocking chuckle. He reached behind Claire and grabbed a big handful of her perfect butt, pawing and palming it with obvious enjoyment. The feeling made Claire grunt in surprise and unexpected pleasure, but she didn’t stop him. The man was tongue-bathing her naked tits, it hardly seemed like a little goosing was crossing a line at this point. 

But Claire was too horny to realize Zane’s true plan.

Zane’s grip on her ass became stronger… more insistent. It pulled her forward, scooting her up Zane's lap. Claire was confused for a moment about what exactly was going on. If Zane kept pulling her forward like this, she wouldn’t have any room to maneuver her hands and jerk him off. That second of confusion was all it took for Zane to get what he wanted. 

Claire’s hips slid forward the last few inches and the thick, hot length of Zane’s cock pressed hard against the sopping cloth of her thong. Every nerve in her body sizzled with sexual heat as felt the rigid shape of her enemy’s throbbing member pressed against her pussy. She moaned involuntarily at the powerfully taboo sensation of such intimate contact with the cock of man who wasn’t her husband. Who was so much bigger and badder than her husband. 

Claire’s head swam with crumbling defiance and arousal. She panted harshly, staring into Zane’s sharp eyes, arrogant and bold, daring her to refuse his obscene offer of closer contact. Daring her to accept. For the hundredth time that night, all the reasons she should slap the smug look off Zane’s face and tell him to get fucked rushed through her head. 

And then, in the heat of the moment, she tossed all logic away and gave in to pleasure, throwing her arms around Zane’s neck and pressing her hips forward hungrily. The soaking wet cloth of her thin thong rubbed up and down the rigid length of Zane’s cock, smearing her hot, slick juices of arousal all over his dick. She put all of her lust into that powerful grinding motion… all of her hatred. She didn’t just want to feel his cock rubbing against her forbidden intimate place; she wanted to dominate it with her pussy. To defeat it. To make him cum. 

“Is this what you wanted?” she hissed angrily into his ear, her panty-clad pussy grinding her wet heat into his cock, “Huh? You want to fuck this pussy so fucking bad? You can’t. You can’t have it, you fucking loser. You aren’t good enough. You never will be.”

Something about her words seemed to finally sting Zane for some reason. His powerful hands latched around her waist and he thrust forward, rubbing actively against her instead of passively accepting her service. “When are you going to fucking get it?” he grunted back, his voice smoldering with frustration and rage. “You thought you were too good to kiss me. Then you did. You thought you were too good to jerk my fucking cock. Then you did. You think you’re too good to submit to a man like me, but you’re not. I’ve already proven that I’m better than you. It’s just taking a second for your snooty little brain to catch up to your new reality.”

Claire bit her lip hard at the intense sensation of Zane’s cock rubbing hard between her legs. His words were stinging acid, but the feeling of his magnificent thickness rubbing right where she needed it was sweetest honey. Claire could tell how things were going to go. Zane would ramp up the dirty talk. Hump her harder and faster. All it would take was one swift movement, his greedy hands reaching down to slip her thong aside while his hips scooted back just a touch further. He would slip inside, and at that point, Claire knew that she was too far gone to protest. She would fuck him. She would enjoy it. And afterward, he would gloat about it insufferably. The only question was if that was too high of a price to pay. 

Claire hovered on the razor’s edge as her pussy and Zane’s cock ground together with wet friction, separated by only a thin cloth barrier. Once more, the choice loomed in front of her. Accept humiliation and mind-blowing sexual pleasure, or go home with her gnawing sexual frustration still unfulfilled. 

Ironically, it was Leah that tipped her over the edge toward refusal. The stupid side bet that they had made. Zane had promised that whatever happened in this room would stay between them, but Claire wasn’t sure how far she trusted that promise when it came to his loyal sluts. If Leah found out she had fucked Zane and held Claire to her end of the bargain… Well it would be unthinkable. Claire's mind was made up in one heated instant, and before Zane could take any action to move things further, she made her move. 

Claire squirmed out of Zane's grip and back off his lap, taking a moment to savor the look of stunned confusion on his face as she fell to her knees. 

Claire gulped as the intense feeling of the position hit her like a tone of bricks. She was on her knees beneath Zane. His squat, hairy body loomed above her. His cock, especially, stood like a thick, pulsing pillar of masculine power right above her upturned face. The look of shock left Zane’s face, replaced by a smug, leering grin. Zane had Claire on her knees, ready to serve him. It was humiliating. Shameful. Overwhelmingly erotic. It was the pose that Claire had been glad not to be forced into just a few minutes before. But now it was necessary. A gut-wrenching, erotic compromise that Claire needed to make in order to prevent the ultimate defeat. 

She reached up, One hand massaging Zane’s heavy hanging balls while the other once again jerking his slippery cock, this time in a position of humble subservience. “You wanted me here,” she said in a heated purr, her hands never ceasing. “Beneath you. Well here I am. Begging for your cum on my knees like a slut. So give it to me. Give me that fucking cum, and we can end this.”

Claire could see the wary hesitation behind Zane’s smug expression. This wasn’t actually what he had been after. All of that talk of spontaneously throwing caution to the winds and “going for it” in the heat of the moment had been bullshit. He had intended to fuck her all along. But now she was offering something that was maybe too tempting for him to resist. 

Submission. 

“That’s right you pervert,” hissed Claire, sensing her advantage and increasing the speed of her hands. “You want a married woman to jerk your filthy cock. You want to cum all over her face while she serves you on her knees.” 

Zane raised an eyebrow, then seemed to reach a decision. 

"No,” he said decisively, his eyes locked with Claire’s. “I don’t want to cum on her face. I want her to swallow.”

Claire gulped, her pussy fluttering and pulsing beneath her flimsy thong. Fuck. He had named his price. This time it wasn’t a ploy or manipulation, but a real offer of a compromise. If she sucked his cock, Zane would let her get away without pressuring her to fuck him. She stared at his massive dick looming above her, suddenly intimidated by its size all over again. 

Blowjobs weren’t something that Claire did very often, and certainly not something she enjoyed. Sucking a man’s cock made her feel… used, even when she gave them to her loving, appreciative husband. But somehow, being used by Zane didn’t sound all that bad right now. The idea of that thick shaft stretching her lips wide open had a certain filthy appeal, in fact. 

“In for a penny, in for a pound, Claire Bear,” said Zane above her. His cock pulsed with the beat of his heart, hot and strong in Claire’s hands. His voice was low, deep, persuasive. Claire didn’t look up to hear him speak. She only had eyes for the thick veiny cock in front of her eyes. “Come on. I won’t tell anyone. It’s our little secret.”

She shouldn’t. For so many reasons. She was married. Zane was an asshole. She hated blowjobs. It would make her look weak. But right now, that desire for a strong, powerful man that Zane had awakened inside her rose up and took the reins. Zane wanted her to suck his cock. And she would do it. Claire took one last shuddering breath… 

…and submitted. She closed the distance and wrapped her soft lips around the swollen head of Zane’s cock, tentatively running her hand over it, tasting the salty ooze of precum from its tip. She she did, Claire stared up into Zane’s triumphant eyes and experienced the thrill of submission. She was his plaything right now. His slut. His slutty married cocksucker. And giving in to a powerful, pushy man like this was everything she had dreamed it would be. 

Now that she had given in, Claire wasted no time. No more teasing, no more slow sensuality. Claire hungrily swallowed Zane’s cock, her tongue slithering over every inch of his thick shaft while she locked eyes with him, her gaze soft and submissive, buut demanding, willing him to give in and cum. Zane’s expression of dominant triumph made Claire’s insides twist with humiliation and lust as her head bobbed rapidly, especially when he reached down and grabbed the back of her head, guiding her to go faster, harder, deeper. 

Zane had apparently been a lot closer to climax than he let on. So close that maybe a little more work with her handjob might have been enough. One last manipulation from the tricky asshole now fucking her mouth. Claire could feel him approaching orgasm, his heavy balls drawing tight to the base of his cock as he plunged his dick deep into her mouth again and again, conquering the arrogant woman who thought she was better than him. 

Claire closed her eyes, not wanting to see his face when he came and filled her mouth full of his foul seed. She knew that she would never be able to forget the moment when his hot semen coated her tongue. The erotic humiliation would cling to her forever. But she still didn’t loosen the tight grip of her lips around his shaft. Her tongue never ceased its wriggling service. Her throat didn’t stop clenching and milking his thick cock. A part of her craved that humiliation. 

Finally, Zane grunted, holding Claire’s head down and spurting a thick, gluey load of cum deep into her throat. Almost deep enough that she wouldn’t have the shame of his taste in her mouth. But, of course Zane wasn’t the type of man to spare her that shame. He pulled out just far enough for his last rope to land directly on her tongue, printing the taste of his cum in her memory forever. 

He squeezed out the last few drops onto Claire’s waiting tongue with a deep sigh of satisfaction, then smiled wide, staring down at the naked beauty beneath him, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, naked breasts heaving and still shiny with his saliva, and with a thick drizzle of his jizz displayed on her stuck out tongue. As he watched, she closed her mouth, her eyes shining with a confusing riot of hatred and lust, and swallowed heavily. 

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he said with an earthy chuckle. 

…

“A deal a deal then,” said Claire stiffly, standing awkwardly outside the door of the porn set house, her expression cold and shut off once again. “You won’t bother me anymore during our working relationship.”

She had, predictably, immediately returned to the angry, hateful version of herself moments after she had swallowed his cum. Zane wasn’t exactly surprised. Women like Claire couldn’t be broken by one instance of submission. In fact, although Zane always fucked the women he wanted in the end, even he wasn’t good enough to convert every woman into a submissive slut. Sometimes, especially with women like Claire, it was more of a one night stand situation. 

Zane considered arguing that a blowjob didn’t count for their deal, but decided against it. Right now, it was important that this first sexual encounter served to draw Claire further in, not push her away. After all, he hadn’t managed to seal the deal quite yet. 

“A deal’s a deal,” he agreed lightly. “No more flirting during business meetings. You have my word.” 

“Good,” said Claire with a sigh, looking a little less stressed. She really seemed to think that after this, she would be able to put Zane behind her. She was still extremely skilled at lying to herself. 

Claire turned away without another word, heading down the now-dark front walk toward the gate. “Hey, no kiss goodbye?” Zane called after her. The only response he got in return was a smoldering glance and an upraised middle finger. 

Zane watched Claire go, eyes glued to her swaying backside. She had really impressed him tonight, although obviously giving any sign of that to her would be counter-productive. He wasn’t sure that he had ever gotten that close to sealing the deal with a woman and still had her successfully pull back. It spoke of a deep well of inner strength that fascinated Zane… and just made him want to conquer her even more. He only had a week and a half left in his little bet with Dan. It would sting to lose that little wager, but this little game had gone beyond just the bet at this point. Regardless of whether or not he won that bet, he had already decided that he wasn’t just going to have a one night stand with Claire. She was going to be his slut. The crown jewel in his collection. The trophy he was most proud of. And if that meant taking things slow enough that he lost the bet, so be it. 

He waited until Claire exited the gate and he heard her car pull away to head back inside. Leah was waiting for him at the counter of the kitchen, calmly sipping a cup of tea on the same counter he had bent her over to fuck her in a video last week. 

“So,” she said eagerly, “Did you do it?”

“A gentleman never tells,” said Zane, wagging his finger. “Sorry, I promised that what happened in that room will be a secret. For now.” Maybe it was a silly habit for someone as manipulative as him, but Zane always kept direct promises and agreements. Playing by the rules made games more interesting. 

Leah looked annoyed. “I should have known,” she said with a sigh. Zane gave her a curious look. She was oddly invested for someone supposedly uninvolved. But that wasn’t any of his business. He shrugged and headed for the stairs. Leah called after him, “Hurry up and fuck her more publicly, Master. And let me know as soon as you can share.” 

“I promise,” said Zane with a wink. “You can go ahead and head out when you want. It’s just going to be packing up equipment and editing from now on.”

Leah took a big gulp of tea and shouldered her purse as Zane continued up the stairs. “Sounds good. See you later, Master.” 

Zane would normally head straight to the bedroom to help Summer with the cameras, but there was one other little task he had to take care of first. He made his way to the little editing bay they had built into the unused bedroom and sat at the computer. Time to compose a short message to a certain lonely hubby. There was plenty of raw footage from the camera in the bedroom that he was sure would be devastating to the poor cuck, but that would certainly qualify as telling someone what happened in the room, breaking his promise. Besides, he wanted to drive Dan crazy without knowing exactly what happened. 

And the camera from the security footage of the front door would work perfectly well for that. 

…

Dan stared down at the text, his heart hammering. In many ways it was an innocuous photo. Nothing explicit. Just a photo of his wife on a doorstep he didn’t recognize, looking slightly uncomfortable as she spoke with Zane. 

But the implications were massive. Claire had lied to him when she said she was going to the office. And she had used that lie to meet up with Zane without him knowing. The accompanying text made it clear that Zane hadn’t yet claimed victory, but this was alarming new evidence. 

Dan had to do something. 

This had gone beyond fun and games. It was no longer a kinky fantasy or a erotic hypothetical. His wife was being manipulated by a serial seducer, and Zane had already succeeded beyond Dan wildest expectations. Now wasn’t the time for caution or half-measures. Dan needed a real plan that would derail Zane’s seduction before it reached its inevitable conclusion. 

Option A: Trackers. Surveillance. Spyware. They would be an invasion of Claire’s privacy, but knowledge was power, and Dan was willing to cross any line to save his relationship. If he knew exactly what Claire was saying, where she was, and who she was there with at all times, it would give Dan the ability to fight back. All Dan had to do was install the right programs on Claire's phone, and the humiliating powerlessness of tonight would never happen again. 

Option B: What Dan needed was an ally in his corner. Someone on the inside who would help him keep tabs on Zane and maybe even sabotage his plans. Dan even knew the perfect person. Leah. True, she was fucking Zane right now, but they were old friends, and even though they had a sexual relationship, Leah didn’t seem to like Zane that much. It was risky, but if Dan could convince Leah to betray Zane, he was sure the arrogant slob would never see it coming. 

Option C: So far, Dan had maintained secrecy and silence about his bet, afraid that telling Claire what had really happened would make her furious. But Zane had used that secrecy to divide and conquer. Right now Claire and Dan needed to be on the same page, fighting together. And that meant doing what he should have done from the beginning: it was time to be honest with Claire and finally lay everything out on the table.