We were two couples, just friends, working for the same company. It began innocently enough. We started going out together: to theaters, cinemas, parties, and trips—they in one room and the girls in the other.
There was no flirting at first, but over time it happened. First Paula and Brad, then she and George. I myself made out with Brad and that was it. What we liked to do was play games, from boards to cards. With bets increasingly daring and spicy. To lose was to submit to the wishes of others and everyone was very imaginative.
George was the worst. Vengeful and cunning, he never forgot a defeat. One day, he bet his pants and had to go out naked in the middle of the street. It was my idea and revenge came the hard way. In a poker game, it wasn't my lucky night. Drunk, I bet the unthinkable.
"I'll even bet my clothes."
"Not just that. It has to be more."
George put the moves on and the idiot fell for it. Whoever lost had to be fucked to orgasm in front of the others. Of course I lost, they made fun of me while I undressed.
"Who's going to make her come?"
"It has to be Paula, please. At least that!"
"But only if you lie on the table with your hands tied."
The bastards tied my wrists, laid me down with my arms stretched out, and spread my legs. The men drooled seeing me tied up like that. Paula squatted down and began to fuck me. She knew how to use her hands like nobody's business. I thought she was going to help me, but that's not what happened.
I couldn't move and the bitch was masturbating me, and she liked teasing me. It made me tense, my pussy started to heat up.
The three of them were looking at me and Paula started touching me in front of the guys. She started kissing my pussy, licking my clit with the tip of her tongue, and biting my pussy lips. It drove me crazy, I started moaning.
"Paula, put the hand in. Make the bitch come."
"Paula. Not in front of them!"
"That's what you bet, Veruska."
George's voice was strong, his erection growing in his pants. His eyes were shining. I felt the pressure, my vagina opening up, I was being invaded by Paula. Her whole hand, in and out.
"Aaaahh! Oohhh! Paula, enough, or I'll..."
I saw a round, dark mark on Brad's pants. They were wide-eyed with their hands smoothing their pants.
"Aaaahh! Paula!"
"Came in until his wrist. Fuck, Veruska, what a hungry girl!"
My thighs felt wet, my vagina burning. George and I stared at each other, he savoring his revenge. It got worse when Paula licked the entrance to my ass, it was too much for me. I gave Paula a bath, the guys were startled.
"You were just supposed to cum, girl. You didn't have to piss."
