The Bet: part 8

Hello Everyone!

Enjoy The Bet part 8! This one might have a couple more typos than usual, because it is hot off the presses!

For the choices this time, I think there is a decent chance that any of these could happen at some point, so don't worry that you are locking choices off this time.

Let me know if you liked it and any larger story ideas in the comments!

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By the time she reached the hallway with the massage rooms, Claire already knew that this was a bad idea. It was reckless, irrational, and she stood a high chance of getting caught. She considered herself a sharp, level-headed woman, and doing something like this was totally unlike her. 

But, even with all those reasons clamoring in her head, something still drew her forward toward room 153. Her palms were sweaty, and her body jangled with nerves. As much as she hated to admit it, what drew her was a sort of desperation. Zane’s mind games had succeeded in getting under her skin. She wasn’t too proud to admit that much at least. It felt like every time they had a conflict or argument, Zane was somehow one step ahead of her, holding all the cards. 

Of course, Claire knew instinctively what Zane’s ultimate objective was. It was the same objective that every sleazy man she had ever met had shared. He wanted into her pants. That didn’t shock Claire, although it did disgust her. That was obviously why he was always trying to flaunt his power and masculinity to her, and why she had brought a married slut with him today to parade around like a prize show hound. Claire had absolutely no anxiety that she might be tempted, of course. She wasn’t the type of woman who could be tricked into sex.

But, even if his goal was eyerollingly impossible, that didn’t mean that his games didn’t bother her. He left her feeling flustered and off-kilter. He had made her feel uncomfortable about her relationship with Dan by making her think about what sex with a more dominant man would be like. And, frankly, he now occupied far too much real estate in her brain. 

She needed something to recenter her opinion on Zane. A way to cut through his mind games and remind herself, consciously and subconsciously, that Zane was a disgusting little toad unworthy of her time or energy. 

As crazy as it was to go and spy on his sexual rendezvous, Claire thought it was just what she needed. She would watch Zane’s pathetic attempts to act like the “alpha males” he always harped on about, see his stocky little body, and all the mystique that Zane had been trying to build would drain instantly away. The next time he tried to act like a big shot, Claire would remember his pathetic attempts at sexual dominance and write off his bluster completely. 

That was what pulled her forward as she reached the doorway marked. A stubborn belief that underneath it all, Zane had to be as unimpressive as she always assumed. 

She took a deep breath and parted the curtain hanging across the doorway. 

Inside, she expected to see the massage table, but it seemed that there was a small entryway room between the hallway and the massage area. Probably to ensure that there was no accidental exposure of the guests as the masseuses moved in and out. Neat trays of supplies and a small handwashing station sat along one wall, and opposite the door she entered was another curtained doorway… one that Claire could hear voices coming from. 

“... pisses me off so bad about you, Z. You only ever think about yourself.”

Claire crept closer to the curtain. She had definitely gotten the right room, that was that slut Leah’s voice. 

“Oh, please. Don’t act like it’s some sort of chore. You love it just as much as I do, you dirty slut.”

Zane’s voice made Claire’s old familiar rage bubble up inside her. He sounded just as cocky and smug as ever. No one should speak to anyone else that way, even if they were a slut.  Claire paused at the shrouding curtains, trying to judge how easy it would be to peek through them without being caught. 

Leah scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Charming as always. How could I ever resist?”

“Resist…this?” Zane’s voice was low and utterly confident. There was a long moment of silence. 

“Fucking asshole…” murmured Leah quietly enough that Claire could barely hear it. Then… soft wet noises. Were they kissing? The thought sent a squirming sensation of complex discomfort through Claire’s belly. Her ideal scenario was that she would discover that Zane was merely pressuring or paying Leah to act a part. Things had sounded promising at first: Leah hadn’t sounded like a submissive sex doll in the conversation up until now. But how did kissing fit into that? 

Claire needed to get a look. She took a chance and just barely parted the curtains enough for one eye to peek through.  White hot shock flooded her body as she struggled to process what she saw. 

Well… they weren’t kissing. Leah lay on the massage table on her belly, her feet kicked up behind her, still shrouded in her robe. Zane, however, was totally naked as Leah messily slobbered all over his cock, glaring up at him with challenge in her eyes. 

Zane had tossed aside his robe completely, and stood nude and proud, a hand on each hip as he enjoyed Leah’s blowjob. In some ways, his body was just as disappointing as Claire had hoped. He was just as flabby and squat as he appeared with clothes on, with coarse golden body hair covering his chest and a round, soft belly. 

But there was something unusual about the way he carried himself. Even when naked, he still had the supreme, annoying confidence that Claire had come to recognize. And it was no surprise why. Zane had the largest cock that Claire had ever seen in real life. And not just long: it looked perfectly formed. Girthy and arrow-straight, with a flared deep-pink mushroom head that naturally made Claire think about stretching... and spreading before she could stop herself. 

Something about that thick rod of masculine flesh, pulsing slightly with Zane’s heartbeat, called to something deep inside Claire. Some deeper instinct, beneath her conscious disgust and frustration with Zane. The very fact she felt that magnetic pull disgusted her, and made her focus even harder on the flabby, unimpressive nature of the rest of Zane’s body, and remind herself of what an annoying little shit he could be. But covering up that bone-deep reaction wasn’t enough to extinguish it, and it continued to flicker deep in her mind. The sort of smoldering coal that might ignite a wildfire. 

Her initial idea of just getting a quick, laughable image of Zane had already fallen by the wayside, yet she couldn’t look away. Something about the strange, obscene act playing out in front of her was darkly fascinating. 

Leah seemed to feel that same primal attraction to Zane’s cock. She was truly worshiping the impressive dick Zane was proudly shoving into her face, licking and kissing every inch with obvious relish, despite her hateful eyes glaring up into Zane’s cocky grin, covering every inch of his massive erection with shining saliva.

“Asshole?” said Zane with a chuckle, reaching down to grip Leah’s thick braid in a fist and pulling her head upward to line up her mouth with the tip of his cock , “That can be arranged, sweetheart. You've become quite the accomplished rimmer since I started training you.” Leah responded by raising on slim, manicured middle finger, but dropped her hands away, allowing Zane to thrust forward and begin fucking her face without resistance. 

Zane raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm, so little Leah wants to act like a brat today huh? I like that. Makes it sweeter when you finally break down and beg for Daddy's cock later.”

Leah didn’t reply. But right now, she couldn’t. Only wet sounds of submission rose from her mouth as Zane’s thick powerful cock thrust inside over and over, making spit drip down her chin. 

Claire watched with wide eyes and a look of horror on her face. God, this wasn’t a blowjob. Zane was using Leah like a sex toy, thrusting his big cock in and out of her mouth while the curvy married woman obediently took it, the angry defiance in her eyes giving way to helpless, hazy lust. How could a woman allow someone to do this to them? How could Leah go from sneering a Zane one moment, to letting him fuck her mouth the next? 

It made no sense. Claire couldn’t look away. 

Finally, Zane pulled Leah’s dripping mouth off his cock, letting her gasp for breath, red faced. “You told me you have a surprise for me earlier,” said Zane with amusement as Leah wiped her dripping mouth with the back of her hand and regained some of her composure. 

Her eyes were sharp again as she looked up and said, “I did say that, didn’t I? But then you started acting like a fucking prick. I’m not sure I want to show you the surprise anymore.”

Claire’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion. Earlier, Leah had made it sound like she was perfectly happy having sex with Zane, but now it sounded like she barely tolerated his presence… Well, it sounded like that, and then she slobbered all over his cock. Claire felt like she had whiplash. If Leah hated Zane so much, why would she submit to him sexually?

Zane gripped Leah’s thick braid and pulled her upward, drawing a hiss of pain from her lips, then roughly kissed her. Leah didn’t turn away, making a sound halfway between a moan and a snarl of frustration as her tongue tangled wetly with Zane’s.

“Show me,” commanded Zane in a flat, demanding voice as he pulled away, his eyes serious as they locked with the submissive wife on the table beneath him. Leah slapped Zane’s hand away with an angry sigh, then slipped off the table and dropped her robes, revealing her soft, curvy body. She turned away from Zane, presenting her big, plush ass to both Zane and Claire, hidden behind the curtain. 

Claire wasn’t… completely immune to female charms, although she didn;t broadcast that fact publicly. People tended to assume certain things about women who appreciated both sexes, so Claire hadn’t even told her husband about that tendency. In any case, she was temporarily distracted by Leah's impressive ass. Claire had noticed Leah’s hips when they were naked together in the sauna, but hadn’t gotten a look at her best asset. 

Leah’s enormous cheeks were pale, thick, and round. Chubby, maybe even a little fat, but not chunky or flabby looking in the slightest. Just soft, lovely flesh that made you want to give it a slap and make it pink. It took a second for Claire to notice what the surprise was that Leah was showing Zane, but when she did, her stomach dropped. 

Two stylized letters in dark black ink, a Z and a K, one high on Leah’s lovely left buttcheek, the other on the right. Tattoos. Leah had permanently branded herself, acknowledging Zane’s ownership of her fat, sexy ass. For some reason she couldn’t fully explain, the sight started a dark wet heat blazing in Claire’s core. 

Zane let out a low, evil chuckle, tracing the Z with a thick finger, then giving Leah’s ass a resounding slap. “I thought you said it was impossible,” he said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “I thought this was your pathetic cuck’s ultimate red line. Nothing permanent.”

Leah looked away with a blush, but arched her back to press her ass further into Zane’s hand as she said in an embarrassed tone, “Well… you would be surprised at what a week in chastity would accomplish. Especially when I spent all week showing him our videos and whispering in his ear how hot it would be for him to give in and let you win.”

Zane laughed out loud, sinking his fingers into Leah’s butt as he palmed it greedily. “Man, I can just imagine it. Widdle-willy Billy must have had the best orgasm of his pathetic life when he finally accepted his place and gave up your ass to me.”

“Don’t call him that,” said Leah angrily, her eyes flashing as she looked over her shoulder at Zane. “You know how much he hates that stupid fucking nickname. And he’s a good man. A handsome man. Not a fat, disgusting pig like you!”

Despite the mismatch of Leah’s words and actions, Claire found herself agreeing with Leah. Yes, how dare Zane badmouth better men? Especially when he was such a fat slob? Despite how clear Leah’s overall failure to defy Zane was, especially considering her tattoos, Claire wanted to hear her put Zane in his place. 

Zane seemed taken aback for a moment by the outburst, then his face split into an ugly grin. ‘A pig? Well… if that’s true, I suppose that makes you my slutty sow, doesn’t it?” With Leah still glaring at him, he sank behind her to his knees, one hand gripping each lush cheek and parting them to reveal a tight pink hole and flushed, dripping pussy. 

“Why don’t you squeal for me, and we’ll see who the real piggy is here, fat-ass?” growled Zane, then dived between her cheeks with hungry ferocity, licking and slurping wildly all over Leah’s vulnerable asshole and pussy. 

Leah immediately hissed in pleasure, leaning forward heavily on the massage table and going to her tiptoes, arching her back dramatically to give Zane the optimal angle for his sloppy oral assault. “You think… Uhhhnnn, you think you can talk shit about my husband?” she snarled as Zane’s fat tongue messily explored her married holes. “Bill was fucking homecoming king. President of his frat. You’re fucking nothing compared to him you fat, short, ugly… Fuck! Godddd! Right there! Right fucking there!” 

Claire could hear the passion in Leah's voice. Anger and disgust, yes, but another type of passion as well. Sheer animal lust, bubbling up molten and primal beneath Leah’s dismissive words. This had gone way beyond a quick little peek. It felt wrong to be watching this, but some part of Claire yearned to see where this went. Leah’s furious words spoke directly to her soul… but the fact that they were so deeply entwined with desire was disturbingly erotic. 

Zane stood, slapping Leah’s ass again and getting into position behind her, rubbing his thick cock up and down her dripping pussy, teasing her. “And yet,” he said with a grin, “This worthless fat asshole is about to be balls-deep in your pussy while that incredible husband of yours sits at home and jerks off to the thought of his wife’s fat ass, branded and owned by another man. Just goes to show that appearance isn’t everything.”

“Fuck yooouuu,’ said Leah, her angry outburst turning into a moan as Zane slid into her up to the hilt. “Your … Unnhhh… your appearance isn’t the main problem you fucking prick. You’re a misogynist. A manipulator. A exploiter. An evil, predatory pervert!”

Zane began fucking her then, slamming her forward into the table with deep, powerful strokes that silenced everything but moans and whimpers coming from between Leah’s parted lips. Claire bit her own lip then to stifle a sudden unexpected moan bubbling up from inside her as well. She fought to get a hold of herself. She hated Zane, but the obscene sex act in front of her was impossibly erotic nonetheless. Zane looked more like a beast than a human, and he wasn’t making love. He was fucking. Rutting. Dominating the soft, curvy woman beneath him and putting her in her place with his powerful cock. 

Leah’s legs were trembling and her hands gripped the table tight for leverage as Zane punished her insolence with his conquering cock. His hips snapped forward, contacting Leah’s soft ass with loud, fleshy slaps every time he thrust. It was primal, and raw, and utterly unlike Dan’s careful, considerate lovemaking. Claire dimly remembered that her mission was to see a laughable example of Zane’s false dominance. It looked like that wasn’t something she was going to get. She should leave right now. 

Instead, she slipped a hand beneath her robe, gingerly touching the hot, wet center of twisted pleasure between her thighs. She shouldn’t… but no one would ever know, and in her erotic haze, Claire wasn’t sure she could resist. Her fear, worries and conscious mind took a little vacation as her wondering eyes greedily absorbed the scene playing out in front of her. 

Zane grabbed both of Leah’s arms from behind, pulling back to force her up, her back arched, her lips panting and moaning as he slammed into her, his hips an endless jackhammer. 

Leah found her words again, although by this point they were half moans, dripping with pleasure. ‘I was… God… I was right about you in college, you monster! I knew I should stay away from you.”

Zane thrust forward, then stopped, holding there, deep inside, stretching Leah’s married cunt to its limit. “That’s right,” he said savagely. “You really tried your best to avoid me. And you failed.”

He withdrew his cock, slimy with Leah’s eager arousal. Leah whined, “No! Not yet, you bastard! I was so fucking close!”

Zane flashed her a cocky grin, gesturing to the table with a nod. “Get up there. I want to take you up close and personal.” 

Leah rolled her eyes, but hurried to obey, jumping up onto the table, laying back, and spreading her legs, revealing a pussy leaking with desire and turned pink already from Zane’s powerful thrusts. “Ok,” she said impatiently, reaching down to rub herself, keeping herself on the edge of pleasure. “Fuck me.”

Zane jumped up onto the table as well, his ease showing that he must have some muscles beneath his flab. He loomed over Leah, his wicked cock inches from her pussy. 

‘I don’t know…” he teased with infuriating smugness, “convince me.”

Claire panted harshly behind the curtain, her eyes focused on Zane’s thick, dripping cock. It looked like a weapon. A stinger. Its purpose obvious: to pierce, to inject, to invade. A symbol of masculine brutality and dominance. A tool he used to trample over feminine pride and purity. Claire’s hand moved with wet noises between her thighs, her mind clouded over with voyeuristic lust. A huge part of her was still horrified by the sight, but right now, in her secret dim hiding place, she allowed herself to run wild, knowing that no one would ever know. 

“Ugh…” growled Leah, her face a picture of horny frustration.

Do it, urged Claire mentally. Shut him down. Show him what you really think of him. 

But the next words out of Leah’s mouth were meek and hesitant. “P-please,” she said, her eyes looking away as her face blushed deeply. “Please fuck me, Z.”

“You know what I need to hear if that’s what you want,’ said Zane in a taunting voice, rubbing his cock head all over her pussy. Her hips squirmed forward, desperate for more, but Zane wouldn’t give Leah what she wanted. Not yet. 

Leah’s voice was a humiliated whimper as she said, “Please… Daddy. Please fuck your little married slut’s pussy.”

Claire almost gasped. She could hear it… the moment that Leah broke. The tone of reluctant submission threading through her voice. Despite her defiance, despite her anger, despite her disdain for Zane, this is where she ended up. Spreading her thighs wide and begging for his cock in a sweet voice. Calling him “daddy”, just like he predicted. 

This was apparently the correct answer. Zane slid forward, deep into Leah’s pussy, making her throw her head back with a deep, satisfied moan. His hips began pumping forward, capturing his slut in a deep kiss, pinning her to the padded table with mouth and cock. Claire pumped two fingers in and out of her throbbing pussy as she watched, soaking in the twisted, terrifying scene of a proud woman humbled. Despite Zane and Leah fucking in deep, intimate missionary, it still didn’t look like love-making to Claire. It looked like Zane was claiming Leah. Marking his territory. Reminding her who she belonged to. 

As if responding to Claire’s thoughts, Zane pulled away from the kiss, his hips still pumping deeply and powerfully. “Who do you belong to, slut? Who owns this pussy?” 

“You!” gasped Leah, her fingers clawing at Zane’s back. “”You do, Daddy! I belong to you.”

“Whose cock do you prefer? Who is better?” Demanded Zane in a rough voice, reaching down to play with Leah’s jiggling breasts, holding himself up with one hand.

“Yours, Daddy,” moaned Leah, her hips swirling upward into Zane’s every stroke, her voice delirious with pleasure, all traces of hate and defiance gone. “You’re bigger and stronger than him!”

“Than who?” demanded Zane sharply.

“D-don’t make me say it, Daddy,’ whined Leah. “It’s too mean!” 

Zane’s hips stopped for a moment. He silently stared down at Leah with a cruel grin as she writhed beneath him, desperate for his cock. Finally, with a groan of frustration, she squeezed her eyes shut and said, “Fine! You’re bigger and more manly than my husband. You're better than… than… Widdle-willy Billy.” 

Claire could hear the humiliation in Leah’s voice from being forced to say Zane’s degrading, childish nickname for her husband, but could hear the pleasure there too. The pleasure of being forced to submit. Of being forced to betray her cuckolded husband once again. 

Zane surged forward, rougher and harder than ever before. Leah’s thick legs locked around his waist as her fingers scrabbled at his back, desperate to get him closer. Zane was a wild beast, Leah a bitch in heat, their sex was raw and explosive, a brutal dance on conqueror and conquest. He was taking Leah in a way that Claire had never been taken. Seeing Leah hate broken and transformed into submission and service was deeply frightening to Claire… but also deeply erotic. She watched with bated breath, one hand rubbing her wet pussy while another snuck up to tweak and pinch a nipple. She needed to see the climax of this twisted exchange. 

Zane thrust into Leah, deep and hard, both gasping and writhing together now as they hurtled toward orgasm. “When?” grunted Zane into Leah’s ear, just loud enough Claire to hear over the wet slapping of their bodies. “When are you going to let me knock you up? You know what I want Leah.”

“Nooo!” moaned Leah desperately, shaking her head back and forth even as her pussy eagerly accepted another man’s cock. “You can’t, Daddy! That would really, really be too much! We… Ohhhh Gooddddd! We would never be able to take that back! Billy would never say yes!”

Claire felt a thrill of dark lust as she noticed that Leah never said she didn’t want to… just that her husband would object. 

“That’s what you said about the tattoo!” growled Zane. “But like you said… a little chastity and dirty talk seems to work wonders on your cuck husband.”

“I… I…” whimpered Leah, squirming and gasping. ‘M… Maybe Daddy…”

“That’s my girl,” growled Zane. His hips slammed forward with new, fierce intensity now, and Claire found her fingers moving with that rhythm without even intending it. ‘Now cum for me! Cum for Daddy!”

Zane silenced Leah’s howl of pleasure with his lips and she passionately gripped his head in both hands, pulling him close. Claire clamped a hand over her mouth as her own orgasm washed over her, sudden and overwhelming, forcing the wave of dark heat inside her to crest and break, leaving her legs wobbly and her whole body warm and tingly. 

She panted harshly in the dim side room for a moment as she watched Zane and Leah kiss for a moment, now still, their sweaty, naked bodies entwined in adulterous intimacy. 

The taboo erotic thrill drained away with the last waves of Claire’s orgasm, and she was suddenly aware of where she was… and what she had been doing. Self Loathing filled her in an instant. She had done this to help her see Zane as a ridiculous fraud, and what had she done instead? Touched herself. She could barely believe her own lack of restraint… or the fact she had somehow found Zane having sex erotic. 

Claire realized that she was actually in a vulnerable position. She had stayed here watching for too long. Without further hesitation, she slipped into the hall, walking quickly away from whatever trainwreck she had inadvertently witnessed back in the massage room. 

There was no doubt about it, this was not going to be helpful at all in her ongoing trouble dealing with Zane. She suspected that the image of him dominating Leah would flash into her mind now every time he flashed that stupid, smug grin. 

But it didn’t matter. She had heard anger and disgust in Leah’s voice that mirrored her own. But she had also heard weakness and submission there. And she didn’t have a single ounce of weakness or submission in her body. 

Never ever for Zane Kruger at least.

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Zane toweled himself off and frowned at the sticky puddle they had left on the massage table. It would probably be fine… they had to be prepared for a little cum in the massage rooms, right? He turned to Leah, who was also calmly wiping the sweat from her sexy little body. 

“You seemed really… spicy today,” commented Zane neutrally. “Good job. We really needed her to see that move from resistance to submission.”

Leah smirked at him. “Oh, I meant every word, ‘Daddy’,” she said archly, the word was sarcastic again… for now. “I just don’t normally say what I’m thinking about you anymore, because I know it won’t do any good.”

Zane laughed. ‘Well maybe you should. You know how much I like a good chase.”

Leah snorted and rolled her eyes, then looked thoughtful. “So… what’s next for Claire? You think she’s ready to give in?”

Zane shook his head. “Not yet. We planted a seed today, but it still needs a little watering. And even if she starts getting turned on by me now, she will still need to learn how to submit. That won’t happen in a day.”

Leah shuddered. “I’m not sure if I pity her or envy her. Just thinking back to how it was when you first seduced me…”

Zane smiled at the memory. Good times. But he still thought Claire would be even more satisfying. 

“What about Dan?” asked Leah suddenly.

Zane scoffed and gave her an incredulous sidelong glance. “What about Dan?” 

“What are your plans for him?” asked Leah, a frown crossing her face. 

“My plan is to fuck his wife and enjoy the stupid look on his face as he realizes he never should have assumed he was better than me,” said Zane firmly, using the towel to wipe off some of the cum from the table and hopping back up. 

“You know what I mean,” said Leah with a flicker of annoyance. “You’re about to do something terrible to him. It would be better for him if he could… learn to enjoy what was about to happen. Like Bill does.”

Zane shrugged as he lay back on the bed. “Well that’s really up to him, isn’t it?”

“Come on,” said Leah, walking up and running a hand up Zane’s flabby body, “You used to be friends with him right? Turn Dan into a willing cuck. For old times sake. Or just for me, if you prefer. He’s a loser, but he was still one of my best friends. I don’t want to see him totally crushed. Besides, it might make him self-sabotage and make your job easier.”

 Zane grimaced and sighed. 

“Maybe. I’ll think about it. Now where the fuck is that masseuse? I told them to come in after a half hour!”

…

What should Zane’s next step be in Claire’s corruption?

Option A: Claire needs to be taught to submit. Zane should press the advantage now that she is flustered and thinking about him sexually. In their next meeting, he needs to press her hard on the topic of the trophy case and force her to agree to design it. That will get the ball rolling on making submission to Zane second nature to her.

Option B: Zane needs to follow up immediately on making Claire think about him in sexual terms. “Accidentally” sending her a link to his porn site in an email should do the trick. At this point, Claire won’t be able to resist the opportunity to see him in action again. 

Option C: Maybe Leah is right and it would be worth it to cultivate Dan a little. In fact, maybe Leah would be up for the task. Leah could discuss her new job and lifestyle with Dan in more detail… and maybe lead him down the cuckold path.