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The Gambling Debt

She slapped my face in disgust
No longer would there be trust
She cried and asked me why
I felt a strange need to lie
She looked me full in my face
I spoke truth with no disgrace.

It happened one night by chance
You told me to go to the dance
Your sister was without a date
Your past should not be her fate
You stayed long at work that day
And promised me some kind of pay.

We went to the dance and had fun
Upon leaving your sis said come hon.
It caught me a bit by surprise
The response by my Dick was to rise
I turned so that she could not see
It got harder I wanted to flee.

We got to the car to go home
I started to look for my phone
She leaned into me and then sighed
It made my Dick quite anxious to ride
I shut out any thoughts of her cunt
If she tried I felt that we won't.

Your sis grabbed the keys from my hand
My heart beat real loud like a band
I turned and I tried for the keys
She smelled so damn good I was teased
My closeness to her made her bold
I eased back and crossed arms in a fold.

Her dress then came off she was nude
My eyes closed, I dared not be rude
Her body was looking so fine
And she tasted like my favorite wine
I promise you dear not my fault
I tried but I could not halt.

I licked her and fucked her she screamed
The harder my thrust she beamed
Her pussy was sweet as can be
It was better than fresh raw honey.
My dick she claimed as her own
I begged her to leave it alone.

My nipples she sucked like a champ
We both went home that night with cramp
Her tongue searched my mouth with glee
Then my ass, she took the cherry.
At the end she swallowed my cum
I felt sorry for what we had done.

You have every right to hate me
I should've tried harder to flee
I'm sorry my dear I'll be on my way,
Forget what you said about pay.
Your sister no more will I see her
Too bad, things not as they were.

Don't leave, the slap was not real
Just my way of saying you failed
My sis is a bitch, that I love to fuck
She bet that your cherry she'd pluck.
Her prize for the bet is to own both of us,
Come back here and let's both eat some puss!


By Lancelot
Written by OldSoul
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