In which the slutty bi male makes a bet centered around a party [FF][FM][MM]

Hey folks! I got positive feedback on my last story about my first [Slut-Off with my friend Meghan](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cp4r4o/in_which_the_slutty_bi_male_gets_into_a_contest/), so I’m going to tell you about my second. You should know that Meghan is very playfully competitive, so although she didn’t actually mind the forfeit that she suffered when I won, she was not happy about actually losing.

We were hanging out at a Starbucks or something, openly talking about sex as people could overhear, and how much we enjoyed making a contest of a slutty task. She brought up the idea of doing another bet.

“Yeah,” I say, “I’m so in. Like, I’m not opposed to sucking 13 loads, but I don’t think I would’ve gotten that many if I weren’t competing, so…”

“So it makes you more of a manwhore,” she says with a chuckle.

“And isn’t that the American Dream?”

“Well, we’ll have to come up with something even dirtier.”

“First,” I say, “let’s figure out what we’re actually wagering.”

We think for a bit, and then remember we’re going to a college party over the weekend.

So I propose, “How about the winner gets to pick what the loser wears?”

“That’s more fun for you than for me, though.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I have nothing against making you wear some tiny shorts so everyone can see that raging hardon, but making a girl dress up is a lot more fun.”

“Yeah, true. Ok, let’s keep that and add that the loser has to fuck whoever the winner says.”

She giggles. “That’s not really a forfeit. You know that both of us are going to willingly fuck anyone who wants it.”

“Ha,” I shrug. “True that.”

“So how about the opposite?” she says with a glimmer in her eye that indicates she’s proud of herself and turned on. “Loser isn’t allowed to fuck anyone without permission from the winner?”

“Hmmm…” I say with a grin. “So, I’ve got you dressed in the trashiest, sluttiest thing I can get my hands on, every guy wants to hold you down, you’re dying to fuck every one of them, and you need my green light for it?”

“Nope,” she says, “cause you’re not gonna win. And you’re gonna hit on that mousy girl you have your eye on and I’m gonna say no way.”

“Revenge?”

“Duh.”

“What qualifies? Like, can we not kiss anyone without permission?”

“Yeah, I say we make it that intense.”

“All right, deal. Now, what’s the challenge?”

We continued chatting, and it occurred to us that since out first challenge was about sucking dick, it made sense that our next would be about eating pussy.

“How about this,” she says. “First one to eat out a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead wins. And they all have to cum. And I don’t count for you.”

I grin. She thinks this is an easy win for her. I’m not so sure. I definitely have a few friends who I could call, and who would probably drop most things if I’m offering my mouth. Normally I wait for them, but at this point, I only have four days…

“You’re on. Starting now?”

“Starting now.”

We stare at each other for a second, and then both head out of the building. I immediately text my blonde friend. A woman I’ve been sleeping with, older, maybe early 40s. Riding my face is her favorite thing. I wait a while. No response. I start thinking of other tactics, when about 45 minutes later, Megan texts me. “Brunette!” Damn.

I text a girl who I’d fooled around with last week. Another blonde. No response. I start thinking of other strategies, texting old friends and stuff. Hours pass and I’m worried that I’m falling way behind, until I hear back from the first one, the older blonde friend, and she invites me over.

Within an hour, I’m on my back in her bed, my shirt off and my pants still on. She’s wearing nothing but a bathrobe and straddling my face. This girl doesn’t just ride passively. She grinds hard, and she’s riding reverse, so her ass is rubbing against my face as well. More for me to enjoy! It takes a good ten minutes, perhaps, but soon she’s tensing up, holding her position, and grabbing the skin on my chest, digging in with her nails and cumming. I take a deep breath and congratulate myself on the blonde. Then she starts grinding again. Awesome, going for two! She rides me to another orgasm before she lets me go. I get dressed, give her a kiss, and text Meghan, “Blonde!” She texts back, “Dammit.”

It’s late, but I start thinking about the redhead. That’s going to be the toughest. I definitely know some redheads, but one I can call up on a whim? I start texting some friends to see if someone can hook me up.

The next morning, I luck out as I get a call from a cute Latina girl I hook up with every so often. She’s not always that hip to the idea of being eaten out, but as we dirty chat a bit, I tell her how much I’ve been craving the taste of pussy. She says she’ll let me, on the grounds that I’ll do it while she’s in a doggie position. I’m not sure if that’s actually her preference or she just wants some dirty talk (she does love it), but of course, I’ll take it. Pretty soon, she’s at my place, and I’m licking her from behind, enjoying her ass as well. She’s very loud, and she grabs my hair, reaching behind her. It takes her a while to cum, but once I’ve felt those muscles tighten, I grab my phone and text Meghan before taking the girl with my dick in the same position.

After she’s left, I read Meghan’s text back. “You suck! Well, I’m about to get the redhead.”

Dammit, that’s the tough one. Still, it’s the only one I have left. I don’t know if she’s scored the redhead yet or she’s on her way, but I start thinking how I can get the redhead. I try to remember some I’ve been with lately, but nobody comes to mind that I have a way of contacting. I consider trying a local bar. That’s when I remember that a dude I’ve fucked has started dating a redhead who – according to him – is pretty sexually adventurous. That might take some doing, but I text him and ask if he’s into sharing her. I don’t know how well this will work. It may take longer to get into her panties than I have. But at least it sets something up.

He texts back saying that if she’s into it, he’s fine with it.

“I really just wanna get her off with my mouth,” I respond.

“Ha. No fucking?”

“I’m not opposed. But I bet she tastes amazing.”

“She does. I’ll ask her.”

By this point, Meghan has gotten the redhead. I text her that I’ve got a lead on the last one. She’s trying to find the blonde. It’s not the most difficult one.

I get a text: “She’s down for it. We’re available tonight.”

Jackpot. I set up a meeting and then text Meghan.

“Better hurry! I’ve got a date with a redhead.”

“Fuck! Well, I only need the blonde, and you know that lesbian bar is full of easy chicks.”

“Think you’ll find someone on a weeknight afternoon?”

“Shut up. :P”

I keep my eyes on my phone waiting for my meeting with my friend’s girl. As long as I can make her cum before Meghan finds a blonde… But Meghan’s got hours. I occupy my time, not hearing from her all afternoon. The lesbian bar really is a bit of a ghost town when it’s not weekends, or so I’ve heard. If this were a Saturday, she’d have won the bet in an hour, but she’ll have to get lucky to win it now.

Time passes, and eventually, the lovely little ginger comes to my place with her boyfriend. She doesn’t seem nervous. Apparently, her boyfriend talked up my oral skills to her. I’m in a rush, of course, but if she needs to be talked to for a bit, I don’t mind. Luckily, she doesn’t need much convincing. Soon, she’s bottomless in a chair and I’m on my knees as her boyfriend watches. I’m focused on her pussy but still listening for the buzz of the phone. I’m not familiar with what she likes so I worry that I may lose by a matter of minutes. I feel her tensing up. I listen for a buzz. Got nothing. And soon, she’s over the edge. The moment I’ve made her cum I grab my phone.

“Got all three!”

At this point her boyfriend is unbuckling my belt from behind. Someday, I’ll share the story of what happened after. But I’ll skip it for now.

Let’s jump ahead to the party, and Meghan going in a fishnet top, a pleated leather skirt, and strappy heels. That’s it.

As we approach the party, she’s glaring at me in both a playfully pissed-off and heavily aroused way. She’s still mad she lost, but she loves going out exposed like this. We get there, and of course, she gets immediate attention, with drunk guys flirting with her. She quickly looks in my direction. I shake my head no. I’m going to make her wait. It becomes especially difficult for her when guys realize she’s got no panties on, and one starts grabbing her ass. She looks at me with pleading eyes. I grin and tell her, not yet.

I, of course, enjoy myself. I’ve made out with a couple people, and even sucked a guy off in the bathroom. When I come back with cum smelling on my breath, she’s trying to avoid advances, even as she anxiously wants to get fucked. And honestly, how does one avoid drunk guys hitting on you when your tits are visible? It’s been about an hour and I figure she’s suffered enough.

There’s a guy grinding on her as she stands and sways a little to the music, very awkwardly, torn between wanting to bend over for him and knowing she’s not allowed. I whisper in her ear, “You can take him upstairs.”

I think she might have made skidmarks as she grabbed his hand and pulled him away.

The rest of the evening, I gave her permission, but she asked every time. I sucked a couple more dicks, but I’m not sure how many she got.

We went home later, and she told me that the next bet, she was going to win no matter what.

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