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A Lost Bet

Author: ZendoArgos
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Last updated: Jan 25, 2010

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My sister Nicole and I both went to the same college so we lived together to share expenses.

Since Nicole and I were little kids we've been gamblers. We would bet against one another on pretty much everything. You name it we've probably bet on it.

When we make a bet it's for something real, not one of those bets where the only thing the winner gets is bragging rights. Sometimes we bet money, sometimes we bet possessions.

During my senior year of college, Nicole's sophomore year, we made a bet on a sporting event that would really change things between us forever.

The stakes of the bet were for the loser to be the slave of the winner for one month.

Now I consider myself a sports buff so I am too embarrassed to tell you what sporting event we bet on, but suffice it to say I lost the bet.

I had never seen Nicole more excited. When it was over she was cheering, dancing, and taunting me. She had beaten me at my own game, and she made sure I knew it.

For the first few days being her slave wasn't that bad. I did her laundry, made her meals, did her part of the housework, nothing too bad, but on the fourth day she handed me a package.

"What's this?" I asked.

"That is your uniform; you are to wear this, and only this, while you are at home here for the rest of the month." Nicole said.

I opened the package and found that it contained one of those French maid costumes that you can buy for sexual role playing.

"There's no way I'm wearing this." I said.

"Rules are rules and you lost fair and square. Now go put on your uniform." Nicole said.

I'd never failed to pay up on a lost bet so my head sank in shame and I headed to my room to put on my uniform.

I was surprised, but she had at least gotten one that would fit me.

The uniform had a frilly lace apron on the front of the short skirt, a pair of lace panties, and a pair of fishnet stockings held up by garters on the uniform. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt even more ridiculous than I looked.

My face was red with embarrassment as I came back into the living room. My sister had a wicked, yet satisfied, smile on her face as she looked at me.

For two days she made me do menial tasks like vacuuming and dusting around the house dressed in my uniform, but on the seventh day of the month that I was to be her slave she took my humiliation further.

"Meg and Beth are going to come over for lunch today I want you to have the lasagna ready by noon." Nicole said.

"Whoa, your friends are not going to see me like this." I said.

"Oh yes they are. You will be serving us lunch at noon, so you'd better get started." Nicole said sternly.

"Nicole you've got to be kidding me." I said.

"No, I'm not kidding, now you'd better get started, we won't want to wait for lunch." Nicole said.

She had an evil smile on her face as she headed down the hall towards her room to get ready.

I headed into the kitchen to begin working on the lasagna. My own sister was going to make me be her slave and be dressed like a French maid in front of her friends.

Until that point it had all been fun and games as far as I was concerned, a little humiliating, but nothing that couldn't be forgiven.

The thought of her friends seeing me dressed like that and laughing at me in my uniform made me begin to hate my sister.

As I began making the lasagna I thought about ways to get even with her. At first I thought that perhaps I should take a shit in the lasagna, but I decided that would be too noticeable, but then I adjusted my crotch and found that my cock had become hard from thinking about my revenge.

That's when it hit me that I could cum in the lasagna and it was doubtful that they would notice that anything was different. I would have the secret satisfaction of my revenge and they would be none the wiser.

I pulled the panties I was being forced to wear as part of the uniform down and began stroking my cock.

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Being that I had been single for a long time at that point I could jerk off like it was an Olympic sprint. So I soon had a good sized spurt into the pan and I pulled up my panties, finished making the lasagna and started it cooking.

When the doorbell rang, Nicole made me answer the door and greet her friends. Just as I had figured they started laughing from the moment that I opened the door. They were still giggling like idiots when I served them the lasagna.

I watched with silent satisfaction as they unknowingly wolfed down the lasagna that had my own secret ingredient in it.

"Now I want ice cream. Slave, go and fix us sundaes, we'll have them in the living room." Nicole said.

I had a rock hard erection from watching them eat my cum. I decided that I could spurt off another one quick enough to give their sundaes a very special topping.

Again they ate without showing any sign that they knew what was in the ice cream.

"That was absolutely wonderful Nicole. We'll have to come by for lunch tomorrow." Meg said.

"Please do, and bring more of the girls by." Nicole said.

She looked at me and gave a wicked smile. It was all I could do to keep from smiling right back at her, but that would have let her know that I was up to something.

With the girls planning on further humiliating me by brining more girls over to see me like that; I made my own plans. I decided to collect as much cum as I could to feed to those women. I have always recovered quickly so I was jerking off every fifteen minutes to get as much cum as possible into the little plastic container I found.

The next day there were five women for lunch. They laughed uncontrollably when they saw me. Again the girls were still laughing at me when I served them chicken breast and mashed potatoes.

The potatoes had a sizable amount of cum mixed into them.

Day after day I was made to cook for more of my sister's friends and I pounded my dick raw collecting the cum to put into the next day's meal.

Finally my month of servitude came to an end. After her friends had left on the last night my sister came to my room and sat on my bed.

"I hope that over the past month you learned your lesson for embarrassing me so many times over the years." Nicole said.

"Oh I learned a very important lesson alright." I said with a smile.

Nicole looked at me for a moment; then she stood up and headed for the door. When she reached the door she turned back and looked at me again.

"By the way, my friends all asked me to find out how you learned to cook so well and what your secret to such delicious food is." Nicole said.

"You can tell all of them that I have a very special secret ingredient that was put into every meal that I served to them this month." I said.

Nicole was confused as she looked at me.

"You served so many different kinds of food; what secret ingredient goes in all of them?" Nicole asked.

It was my turn to smile.

"Open my mini fridge and see for yourself." I said.

Nicole opened the mini fridge that I keep in my room. Inside she found find three beers, some leftover pizza, and a clear plastic container. She pulled the container out of the fridge to closer examine its contents. She took the lid off and smelled it, and that's when she realized what it was.

"Is this cum?" Nicole asked.

She stared at me in complete disbelief.

"Yes it is. I've got to say, my dick is sore as hell from jerking off enough to get that much for every day." I said.

"You put your cum in all of the food you fed to me and my friends?" Nicole asked mortified.

"Yep, and unless you want them to find out that they've been eating my cum all month you're going to be my slave for a month." I said.

"GO ahead and tell them; they'll never believe you." Nicole said.

"I thought about that. Why should they believe me after all? That is why I made a video of some of my recipes; to offer up as proof." I said.


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