Katies Bet
I’d thought when I agreed to the terms that Katie set for the bet I was a sure winner. I only needed six guy’s tributing her photo and she…
I’d thought when I agreed to the terms that Katie set for the bet I was a sure winner. I only needed six guy’s tributing her photo and she had agreed she’d join me on a flashing expedition. I’d been away and out of touch, I expected a pile (!!) of them in my DM’s when I returned. I was severely disappointed but with a bit of cajoling I’d managed to raise a few (!!!)
I was now sitting in the coffee shop where we’d made the bet, awaiting Katie.
There was always the possibility she’d renege on the deal anyway, but I preferred to keep a positive frame of mind.
She arrived on time. She had threatened to bring a spade so I could start mucking out if I’d lost but unless she had a folding shovel in her bag she hadn’t bothered. Neither was she dressed for flashing, a pair of jeans that fitted her trim shape admirably, and a sloppy sweater. No matter, I hadn’t anticipated doing anything tonight, I had other plans!
She collected her coffee and joined me. She seemed subdued while we talked about my holiday, but I was desperate to see what her reaction would be to the photos and video that I had and I moved the conversation on. When I’d first described what a tribute was she had not been over keen on the idea (to say the least) so again it was possible she’d be so revolted by the images she’d run from the cafe screaming.
I felt she was keen to know the result but fearful at the same time, just like opening an examination envelope so I decided to put her out of her misery, at least from the uncertainty viewpoint.
“Before I tell you, how many I received can I ask you, How sexy do you feel?”
“Right now?”
“Yes, right this very moment.”
“Hardly sexy at all.”
“Why?”
“Why? I would have thought that was obvious, you’re about to show me a…” she hesitated, looked around to make sure we weren’t being overheard but lowered her voice anyway, “…a shedload of men cumming over my image, leaving their sticky substance god knows where. It’s not the height of my sexual fantasies you know. Anyway, before I have to look you need to tell me how many.”
“You don’t have to look. You can accept the figure I give you.”
“Ha, yeah, sure.”
“Okay, here we go. There’s twelve; ten photos and two videos.”
I opened my laptop and showed her the gallery of photos and waited. Her comments hadn’t filled me with hope, I got the feeling sex was not such a thing with her as with myself, her mother, or friend Debs.
“No sorry. Doesn’t do anything for me,” she said after having given them a cursory glance.
“Do you want to see the videos?”
“Not particularly. I’ve seen the necessary six, you’ve won your bet. Let me know when you want to go out and do it.”
Oh shit. She’d said it in a totally flat monotone almost as if she was being forced.
“No, Katie, it was a bit of fun, I thought it might spark things a bit. If you really don’t want to do it don’t think you have to because of this silly bet.”
I’d been cajoled into doing things I didn’t want to in a previous life and I wasn’t going down that route.
She didn’t reply but was still idly looking at the photos.
“Katie?”
“Mm? What?”
“Are you all right?”
“Do all men grow up to be shits?”
The question came out of the blue although perhaps it explained her mood. I wondered if she had a particular male in mind.
“You talking about Simon, your dad?”
“Who else?”
“What’s his latest misdemeanour?”
“A couple of girlfriends and I were going to Austria for three months over the winter, working as chalet maids. It’s not easy now with Brexit but we’ve got our work visas and jobs with a large holiday tour company. I told mum, she thought it was brilliant. Told dad and you know what he did?”
“No.”
“Simply stood up, walked over to the desk, took out my passport, and ripped it to pieces.”
God, no wonder she wasn’t in the mood to look at men spewing semen everywhere!
“Oh god why?”
“Says I’m still a child and I should spend Christmas with them.”
“Fucking idiot. Won’t you have time to get a replacement passport?”
“It’s not that. Can you imagine the scene if I did and then went? He’d take it out on mum and I don’t want that.”
I was at a loss as to what to say or do.
“You know what I’m tempted to do?” She was still gazing at the photos although I suspected she wasn’t seeing them.
“No, what?”
“Get myself pregnant. He’d know I wasn’t a kid then.”
Oh jeez no! That would be the worst thing. The ramifications didn’t bear thinking about, but I’d have to be careful not to push her in the wrong direction.
“You know how old I was when I had Kaz?”
“Yeah, mum told me.”
“It was hard. Mum didn’t have much money and I’d always wanted to go to university. It buggered my plans totally. I know the money issue might not be a problem for you, but it has so many ramifications. Like a dog, a baby’s not just for Christmas you know.” Whether trying to keep it light was the correct decision I had no idea, but it did get a glimmer of a smile. I had a thought.
“I think a much better idea would be to do things which Simon would hate but wouldn’t know about and wouldn’t have such permanent results.”
“How do you mean?”
“For instance, just an example, you say he had a run-in with Debs. On a Wednesday, invite her round and have a great girly session in your bedroom. Your secret, but how delicious knowing you were doing something that would send him stratospheric. While the cats away…”
She managed to draw her eyes away from the ten cocks and pools of cum. “I quite like that.” There was a glimmer of light in her eyes for the first time that evening.
“Or,” I continued, “you could do some really naughty photographs and we could publish them on Twitter. Think of all those men wanking over you? Think of Simon thinking of all those men wanking over his lovely daughter!”
“Gross!” I wouldn’t have been sure if that was a positive reaction or not, had it not been for the fact it was accompanied by a face-splitting smile.
Animation had returned. Perhaps all was not lost. I decided to be crude. “Imagine Simon having to watch as these guys,” I pointed to the photos, “emptied their loads over you. How furious he would be. How powerless to stop you enjoying yourself.”
“God, yes, a real payback. Perhaps I will look at the videos!”
I swiveled the laptop back and brought up the relevant DMs. Turned it back to Katie and watched her face. Oh yes, there was definite interest there! She ran each three or four times then looked at me.
“I still think they are a bit crude and dirty but I’ll live with that knowing how obscenely livid Dad would be.” Her saying that didn’t ring alarm bells, I felt confident I’d be able to lead her down my pathway!
“Imagine having a gang bang or a bukkake and him walking in!” She giggled. So like her mother.
“Wow, yes, I could imagine the top of his head exploding.”
“Would you enjoy a gang bang?”
“I’ve never really thought about it. I suppose so.”
“Excellent. So we’re on for some flashing?”
“A bet’s a bet,” she replied her face now housing her natural smile. She leant across and kissed me on the cheek, “Thanks. You’ve cheered me up no end.” I decided to test the water. I leant back across the table and gently squeezed a tit. Her eyes widened and she did a quick head swivel to see if we were being watched. There were only a handful of people around and no one was paying attention. I awaited an admonishment. Instead — “Aren’t I supposed to show something?” She pulled her jumper up over her bra, a plain black cup.
“That’s up to you,” I responded with a smile, “but it would be normal.”
Katie had her back to the main cafe area and we were not very exposed which I suspect gave her confidence.
“Okay.” She hooked fingers into the bottom of her bra and pushed the cups up. Delicious young breasts! Wow. I realised how hot and starved I was from my week away. I reached out again and took a globe in my hand. She didn’t stop me, just kept glancing over her shoulder.
“Well well Simon,’ I muttered, ‘what a slutty little daughter you have.” Another giggle
Then her phone rang. She looked at the screen. “It’s him.” She looked as though she was about to ignore it but I told her to answer. “Let’s have a bit of fun.”
She pressed the button. “Hello?”
The same dead monotone her mother used. You’d think the guy would get the hint.
“Yes, I know.” I indicated she should put it on speaker so I could listen which she did. Her jumper was still pushed up above her breasts but had slipped down aways and was resting on her nipples, nipples that appeared rock hard. I leant forward to check. I was right. She stared at me but didn’t indicate I should stop.
“Where are you?” Came Simon's voice from the phone.
“Out with a friend.”
“Which friend?”
“It’s not Debs if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Why wont you say who it is?”
“You haven’t given me a chance to!” She looked at me. It was no skin off my nose if he knew it was me, so I nodded.
“It’s Tracy, if you must know.”
“Tracy, that woman your mother’s friends with?”
“We’re both friends with her.” I would love to have added ‘and both sleeping with her’, but a) it wasn’t true, yet, and b) I didn’t want to cause further ructions.
“Strange age difference.”
“Well, you don’t seem to like any of my friends my age. Anyway, what do you want?” The question was toned in a curt way, but seemed to go over Simon's head.
“Just to know where you are.”
“I’m in a cafe.”
By now I’d left her nipple in peace and was gently running my hand up her inner thigh. Again there was no visible reaction from her apart from her biting her lower lip, but I detected a slight tremor in her leg. I was having an effect. I had a feeling the phone call was pushing her to do something more to piss off her father. I hoped so anyway.
“Don’t be late back.”
Katie didn’t answer immediately but looked at me again. Why I had no idea. I simply smiled.
“I shan’t be home tonight Dad, I’m staying at Tracy’s.” News to me! Exceedingly welcome news. She was still looking at me. My hand was still massaging her inner thighs. I gave a slight squeeze.
“What an earth for?”
“I don’t want to drive home besides Tracy’s got some things she wants to show me. Some horsey things.”
“Does your mother know?”
“No, so perhaps you could tell her, or should I text her?”
“I’ll tell her…”
“Goodnight then.” With that, she hung up.
“I hope you don’t mind, it was a bit of an impulse. I just couldn’t face him. It would have been like the Spanish Inquisition.”
“No, I don’t mind at all. Her jumper and now fallen down and covered her tits and I’d withdrawn my hand. I wondered if she would reciprocate in any way but she didn’t. I was having great trouble reading her.
“Shall we go?” I asked.
“Best. Before I change my mind.”
I could have asked about what but I was certain I knew. Katie stood up and I followed her out. “Do you want to leave your car here? I can bring you back in the morning.”
“No, it’s fine. I only said about driving as an excuse.”
As we walked to the cars, Katie said, “I’ve never done this before.” Which confused me. If she was talking about sleeping with a woman I’m sure Debs had told me they had. If she wasn’t talking about that I had no idea what she was referring to so I had to ask.
“Done what?”
“Had sex to spite Dad.”
So she was planning to let me but could I? Should I in those circumstances?
I stopped walking and faced her. “Is that it? You’re only going with me to spite Simon?”
“That’s what you suggested, isn’t it? Doing wild things he’d hate?”
“Yes, but I’d rather assumed they’d be things you might deep down want to do anyway.”
“Oh. So you won’t play with me?”
“God Katie, I’m desperate to play with you but only if you’re doing it because you want to. My suggestion was that if Simon would hate it that’s the icing on the cake, not the whole reason for doing it.”
“Oh.” She stood silently gazing into the middle distance biting her lower lip again. Suddenly she laughed out loud. “I was just visualising Dad bursting in on us in full flow, those pictures of your fans cumming over me displayed cinema style on the wall. Hilarious! But. No that’s not one hundred percent why I’m doing this. I know you fancy me and you intrigue me. Middle-aged yet with a teen's outlook. I do want I find out how it feels being molested by an older woman! That Okay?”
“Molested? Do you want to be passive?”
“I’ve no idea. Can we go and find out?”
We did.
I wouldn’t describe Katie’s attitude as going hot and cold. Given her father’s interventions it was surprising she was feeling sexy at all, but I would describe her as being unsure. Perhaps as I’d been but more so. Unclear as to whether sex with another woman was ‘okay’ ‘permitted’. Her father’s obvious controlling and puritanical outlook on one side. Her mother's devil may care, anything goes attitude on the other. And then me in the middle; a woman the same age as her mum. Hardly a coupling that was going to ease her doubts. But as we walked up to my bedroom my ache to feel this young woman’s body had reached a boiling point. If at any point she changed her mind I knew I’d stop, but with the greatest of reluctance and with a need of some supreme willpower.
Katie walked into the bedroom ahead of me, pulled her jumper over her head, and threw herself on the bed.
“Can we start with the photos?” she asked.
“Sure. Have you ever let anyone take nude pictures of you?”
“God, no. A couple of boyfriends have wanted to but I wouldn’t let them. I’d been too scared of Dad seeing them. Different now! Defiance! Bring it on!”
She reached up her back, unclipped her bra, and flung it across the room.
“He, he, look Daddy. My little titties on display!”
Her change in mood from earlier was unbelievable and I wondered if there would be a sudden realisation as to what she was doing. I wasn’t going to spoil the mood though, just enjoy it.
I got my phone out and started snapping away. Katie clearly hadn’t done it before, she was very wooden, and trying to get her to relax was beyond my skills. Still, we got a few pics as she divested herself of her jeans and ,then her knickers. By now I was fast losing interest in taking pictures. I’d stripped off myself hoping it would encourage Katie more. Her young body was so, so, tempting. I decided to see if I could get an open leg shot then suggest we move on to something more intimate!
“Sit facing the camera and open your legs,” I told her.
She did. No qualms at all although her expression was still one of having her passport photo taken. I took a couple of shots but couldn’t hold back any longer. I put the phone down and climbed on the bed. Katie looked a bit like a startled rabbit in headlights but didn’t stop me but neither did she respond to my touch. I wanted to ravish her, to attack every inch of that young body, but held myself in check. I kissed her neck, while gently massaging her breast, a firm superb breast. The sensation through my fingers triggered needs. Needs I’d held back for a whole week! God, how things had changed. I’d gone years without sexual stimulus and survived. Now about ten days and I was a shaking wreck desperate for gratification.
My head worked its way down to Katie’s tit. My tongue flicked over her nipple. I sucked on it. I groped the other mound. I was gratified to hear a slight moan. I reached out and found Katie’s hand. I led it down under my body to my pussy. At last her fingers responded. I felt them graze my lips. Tickle against my clit. Then suddenly thrust their way in. Yes! I responded too. My hand went down between her legs. She was wet. We were enjoying each other.
I slid down her body. It meant her fingers departing from my nest but I was desperate to taste her. I pushed her legs apart. My head sunk between them. My tongue licking and sucking her juice. Now her moans were clearly audible. Her back had arched slightly. Her thighs were quivering. I slid a hand under her. Let my fingers find her back entrance. I wondered if I was pushing too fast. Her arched back meant her arse was clear of the bed. My finger ran around her anus. No adverse reaction. Her breathing was becoming staccato. I didn’t know if she’d ever had anal from a boyfriend. I gently probed with a finger. No objection. My mouth was still lapping her juices. My finger eased into her bum. Her body arched more. “Oh fuck!” Her whole body contorted. Bucked. My finger was ejected. My mouth lost contact with her lips. She lay back panting.
She had huge quantities of pent up emotion stored. Whether what I’d witnessed was lust, lust for me, for any woman, for sex in general, who knew. Or perhaps it was simply the joy of doing something her controlling father would hate. Whichever she had clearly enjoyed it. When she calmed down I hoped I could get her to do the same for me.
She lay back for a while basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. I tried to remember back to that age. To be perfectly honest orgasms were as rare as unicorn horns but then I was only bedding boys of my own age. I looked at her taking in the soft curves of her body. Scrummy. Good enough to eat!
Part 2 to follow
