Bred on a Dare: Better Off Bred, #2

By J.D. Masterly

During a wild game of spin-the-dare, Aimee drew the fateful card: "Be the center of a bondage gangbang without birth control." The stakes couldn't be higher, but if she timed everything right, she could avoid getting pregnant. Except her friends had other ideas...

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.D. Masterly
• Release date: Jun 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005234546

J.D. Masterly

I write sizzling hot erotica about people who just wanna fuck! Whether you like threesomes, foursomes, group sex, gangbangs, bondage, partner swapping, hot wife, impregnation, free use, public sex, or all the above, I've probably got some stories for you. I also like messy sex. The messier the better. To be blunt, I write stories with spunk!

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Bred on a Dare

I WAS A SOPHOMORE IN college, and my friends and I were in the middle of another wild dare game. Jenny, Nikki, Katie, and I had been friends for years, and our dare games were a regular tradition. When we were young it was all silly things, like ‘try to lick your nose’ or ‘stand outside singing.’ That graduated to risqué dares like ‘give that boy a kiss’ or ‘wear really short shorts’ or ‘twerk in front of someone.’

Once in college, the dares entered an entirely new dimension.

Jenny, Nikki, Katie, and I had gotten an apartment together, so we didn’t have to live in the dorms. The apartment was just across the street from campus, and almost entirely students. It was a wild place, with an ‘anything goes’ attitude, and we would often see people drinking, smoking pot, and even having sex on the balconies. It was college, and everyone was at the peak of their hormonal drive to fuck.

Our once innocent dares followed in kind.

We loved including guys in our dare games, and it always ended in everyone licking, sucking, and fucking. But when only us four girls played, the dares were more about the challenge of finding dares that were truly daring.

We didn’t play truth or dare. That was old hat.

Our dare game was more like spin-the-bottle. We started the game with everyone writing two dares on small cards and putting them into a large mixing bowl. Then we spun the bottle twice: once to determine whose turn it was, and again on a posterboard divided into four action wedges. The bottle would point to one of four actions, those actions being write a dare, draw a dare, return a dare, or swap a dare.

We called the game, "Spin-the-Dare, and we were always trying to one up each other. But the biggest danger was that you could end up drawing your own dare!

The game always resulted in some of the wildest shenanigans you can imagine. The ability to put back or swap a dare was a real lifesaver, but we always played the game for thirty-two spins—no more, no less—making the last few turns the most dangerous of all. We usually ended a game with each of us having two or three dares to perform—sometimes even five, if we were especially unlucky.

But we had one inviolable rule: Never chicken out of a dare.

That fateful game started off just as wild and risqué as any other. But halfway through, the game heated up to a whole new level.

The beer bottle spun, pointing a Jenny. Jenny spun the bottle again,