My FWB (26F) lost our bet and became my free-use fucktoy for a full 24 hours…

She’s 26, lives in a tiny walk-up in the East Village. We’ve been FWB for about 8 months. Super casual, raw sex a few times a week, no feelings, no drama. She’s petite, athletic, great body, and we’ve always been into the same rough/kinky shit.

Last Friday we’re at my place, tipsy, watching the Knicks. She’s trash-talking and bets $500 they cover the spread. I counter: “If they don’t, you’re my free-use fucktoy for the next full 24 hours, starting at midnight. No panties the whole time, every hole whenever I want, and you call me Sir.” She laughs, calls me cocky, and shakes on it.

Knicks lose by 6. Her face drops. She still honors it, that’s one of the things I respect about her. We settle on a safe word knowing that she is probably too cocky to use it.

Midnight hits.

I didn’t even let her finish her drink. Grabbed her by the hair, bent her over my couch, yanked her yoga pants down and slammed balls-deep into her already soaked pussy. She came hard, then we crashed for a few hours.

Around 4 a.m. I woke her up by sliding in while she was half-asleep on her stomach. She just moaned “yes Sir” and pushed back. Second creampie, slower this time. We both passed out again after.

Morning was funny. She’s trying to make coffee in my kitchen wearing nothing but my button-down. I come up behind her, bend her over the island, and go for round three. She’s sore but still came twice. We actually paused to eat bagels and drink coffee after, felt weirdly domestic while she’s leaking my cum down her thigh.

Around 2 p.m. I took her out in a short sundress, no bra, no panties (per the rules). We walked through Midtown, nothing crazy visible, but she was paranoid and turned on the whole time. In the elevator of my building (empty, thank god) I pinned her against the wall and fucked her quick and dirty, maybe 90 seconds tops before someone could call it.

Back inside we chilled for a bit. Watched Netflix. Then around 6 p.m. I took her in the shower, slow at first because she was getting sore, used plenty of lube, and fucked her ass until I finished inside.

Last round was around 10 p.m. She was on her knees on the couch, I used her mouth then flipped her over and finished in her pussy one last time. She came… I don’t even know, six or seven times? She lost count too.

By midnight when the 24 hours ended she was wrecked, hair messy, mascara smudged, thighs sticky, pussy and ass definitely sore. She crawled into my lap, still naked, and just said “Holy shit… that was a lot.” We cuddled, ordered late-night Thai, and talked about it like normal people. She admitted she was nervous at first but ended up loving the “no choice” part way more than she thought she would.

She texted me the next morning: “Still sore but can’t stop thinking about it… next bet I’m making it two weekends in a row if I lose...”