A bet is a bet.

Pete’s wife opened the door to one of the bar’s unisex, individual restrooms. Following her inside and closing the heavy, noise-reducing door behind me, I watched as Theresa calmly unbuttoned her blouse in front of me. I grinned at the sight of her firm breasts, a large handful by my guess in a sexy, lace-lined bra. Slipping the thin straps off her shoulders, the woman twisted the brassiere around her chest and quickly unclasped the garment.

“Fuck,” my jaw fell at her unbound, bare chest, her nipples large and pink. “Are you really going to do this?”

“Of course, a bet is a bet. Now, you were promised to see my tits for a minute,” she said, slipping her hands around the large mounds, cupping them and giving them a small bounce, “And a blow job. I will suck you off,” the redhead slid to her knees in front of me, her hazel eyes remaining on mine, “But you will not cum in my mouth. I don’t even allow my husband do that. Hand me some paper towels.”

Reaching over, I snagged the product from the automatic dispenser. Two paper towels in hand, I offered them to the woman, her fingers already opening up my fly. Accepting them with her other hand, she slid my manhood out of my boxer shorts.

“My, my,” her thin eyebrows rose. “You are quite a specimen. Perhaps even the largest I’ve ever sucked.” She leaned forward, her breath warm on my rod, giving it a languid, luxurious bath with her tongue. I groaned, my dick jumping eagerly. The redhead grinned up at me before sinking her mouth over my cock and working my manhood up to a boil. Damn, I thought, it’s been so fucking long. I don’t want to come so fucking soon.

“Let’s bet on how long I last,” I panted, trying to hold back cumming into her hot mouth. She glanced up at my face, arched an eyebrow and gave me a thumbs up.

“If I lose it in less than a minute, you and your husband are square with me,” I continued. “Less than five, I get to blow in your mouth. More than five minutes, I get to blow in your mouth and you swallow it all. More than ten minutes,” I knew I was pushing it, but what the hell? “You also owe me another hundred and full-on sex with me whenever, wherever and however I want it.”

Her hazel eyes blinked up at me. After a moment, the woman gave me a second thumbs up and really went to town on my cock. Her head bounced up and down, going fast, going slow, her tongue tantalizing my manhood, my dick brushing up against her pharynx, the longer hairs of abounding around my dick just tickling her nose. I didn’t even pay attention to the time, lost in the pleasure of the blowjob. After so long, I reacted instinctively when I finally lost it, reaching down and holding her head so she couldn’t pull back, blasting my seed into her mouth and down her throat, her cheeks swelling out from the volume. The redhead swallowed as quickly as she could, her hazel eyes wide in shock. After what I guessed was a minute as my balls calmed down, Theresa leaned back, panting and licking her lips.

A small pout formed, a soft sigh escaping her mouth, her red lipstick smeared and ruined. The woman looked up at me, her gaze searching my face. “Fuck – me. Not now please, I beg you. This – this was supposed to be date night with my husband.”

I smirked at her, feeling confident and a little cruel. “I bet you came, feeling a rising desire for my cock again. If not, we’re completely square, you don’t even have to have sex with me. If you did, well – you can never deny sex to me nor will you have sex with anyone else without my permission.”

Her gaze lowered to the faux-brick tile floor. “I – did,” the redhead itted in a small voice. “I – I don’t know how I will explain this to Pete, but –” She shook her head. “I’ll make it work, uh,” Her hazel eyes blinked, “Um, do – do you want me to call you Master or something?”

“I’ll think about it,” I smiled down at the woman, righting my clothes. “I’ll head out first while you clean up.” Without another word, I slipped out of the restroom, careful to prevent anyone else from looking in and trying to take advantage of the redhead.