After letting Lisa sleep for a bit while I watched TV in the lounge, I decided to have some more fun with her. I walked into the bedroom and she was fast asleep under the duvet. I climbed into bed, peaking at her under the duvet to see she was just wearing panties and a t shirt. This immediately got me hard again. She turned over and placed her arm over my chest, wanting cuddles. I instead took her arm and moved it down to my now rock hard thick 8 inches. As she was sleeping her hand just flopped to the side.
This wasn't acceptable I thought to myself. "Lisa, wake up!" I shouted in her ear. She jumped out of her skin, nearly having a heart attack. "Oh my god, what's happened Mark?" she asked looking scared. "Nothing has happened, that's the problem. I tried to place your hand around my cock and you did nothing. That's not on." She looked at me, totally annoyed and tried to rollover and go back to sleep after a few choice words were muttered under her breath.
"Lisa, remember the bet? You are my slave for 24 hours. There was nothing said that didn't include while you were trying to sleep so get back here and start wanking me off. I am horny again!"
She looked at me in anger yet again but knew she had no choice. She positioned herself appropriately and started wanking me off, slowly at first but then speeding up as she clearly wanted this over with quickly.
I could feel myself getting close after about 10 minutes. I didn't just want to finish anywhere so I told her to position herself on top while wanking me off so I could cum on her tits. She actually doesn't mind me doing this to her normally just not at this time of night but she reluctantly agreed.
I am now laying on my back, her wanking me off with my cock close to her tits. Her nipples are clearly like bullets as she rubs my cock head around them. It doesn't take much more work as I release another load all over her gorgeous tits. Spurt after spurt, shocked at how much more cum there is already. She keeps milking me dry until I roll over and go to sleep. I laugh to myself as she wanders off to the bathroom to clean up, huffing and puffing under her breath, trying not to drip any on the carpets.
The next morning when I finally wake up she is already dressed and in the kitchen getting ready for the day. She is dressed in white blouse, black pencil skirt bare legs and 3 inch heels. "Good morning Lisa, sleep well?" She just spits back a one word answer 'Yes' but not looking at me, continuing to prepare herself for the day.
She is due to go to work today but I decide that if she does I will lose some of my time with the bet so I tell her to call into work sick. "You can't be serious Mark, you know I can't do that." She says, her eyes begging me not to do this.