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Pooltable Hustle Ch. 01

By: Girl Friend



Jeanne was an unusual girl. She liked feeling full constantly but could not attain that feeling with her dates. There always room for more with Jeanne. She started in on fruit. She liked zucchinis and cucumbers the best. 

Jeanne had been working at the 'Pink Pussycat' for two weeks now. Her boss kept trying to convince her she would make more money if she would just try private dancing for select customers. Jeanne was undecided about the private dancing until she met Brian.

Brian was an average-looking guy with terrible luck with the ladies. He was horny as the next guy but for some reason the ladies just didn't find him that appealing until he met Jeanne at the strip joint.

Francisco liked sex lots of it but just to watch. He would often go to the 'Pink Pussycat' and get private dancers for strangers as long as the strangers were willing to let him sit in on the action. Francisco had noticed Jeanne and was constantly asking the proprietor of the 'Pink Pussycat' if he could have Jeanne for a private dance. 

Always the answer was, "She isn't available" . . . until now . . .

Backstage Jeanne was getting ready for her number. She was outfitted in a cheerleader outfit with pom-poms she would place over her breasts after the she shed her gear.

Brian was enjoying a shot of whiskey getting ready to view Jeanne's performance as the proprietor announced Jeanne would be out in 5 minutes.

Francisco was elated that Jeanne would do a private dance and he couldn't wait to see this chick in action. The front of his trousers were tented just thinking about Jeanne's nubile body. He hastily covered the front of his pants with his pocket handkerchief as a dark stain had formed where his cockhead had spewed some precum.

Jeanne did two somersaults onto the stage and shimmied her way up the dancing pole revealing her frilly cheerleader shorts and barely-nothing cheerleader top. Soon the top went flying into the audience.

Brian stood up to catch the top that Jeanne had thrown off stage. He placed the top to his nostrils and inhaled lingering in Jeanne's scent.

Francisco licked his lips anticipating the scene to follow as he noticed Brian petting Jeanne's top.

Jeanne was nervous. She knew she had promised her boss she would do a private dance. She noticed Brian raising a bill and she just knew she couldn't back out of the private dance now as her boss was making his way over to a distinguished looking gentleman with a pin striped suit on. Jeanne thought that maybe she would have to do a private dance for this guy too.

Brian yelled out to the stage, "I want a dance. How much is it? I have a $100 dollar bill here."

Francisco got up and walked over to Brian.

"Buddy. Will you indulge me in a hobby of mine? I like to watch. I would be willing to pay for your private dance if you would let me just watch."

"No way. I say her first. You are just trying to con me into not getting her. I don't trust you," Brian replied.

"Believe me. I get more pleasure watching than doing it. I promise I won't touch her you can do that . . . and more," Francisco responded as he took out 5 $100 dollar bills.

Jeanne was watching what was going on and she was panicking. She thought to herself that she would have to dance privately for BOTH men, not realizing the deal the two men were agreeing on.

Jeanne's boss was thinking, "Finally I can rake in some real money. That Jeanne is soooo hot. I cum just thinking about her body, glistening with sweat from her stage routine. If I cum just thinking about her body I JUST KNOW the other men are funkying up their shorts!"

Jeanne's boss dreamt of her hot body under his but of course he knew not to TOUCH THE MERCHANDISE. He also knew that once he sacked the bitch he would lose interest in her so he kept his hands to himself.

Pooltable Hustle Ch. 02



Jeanne's pussy started to twitch as she was getting psyhced-out for her private dance with Brian. She was confident that she could get it on with the customer. She rubbed her shaved pubic area and walked to the back private dance room.

Brian's started smiling thinking about fucking Jeanne's shaved snatch.

Francisco was now rock hard as he noticed moisture on the inside of Jeanne's thighs when she stepped off the stage on her way to the back private dancing room. He drained his shot of vodka he had been slowly sipping watching Jeanne's performance on stage. 

Jeanne sat on Brian's lap facing him and started to ride his already stiff pole of manmeat.

Francisco entered the room and announced that he wanted to hear Jeanne moan in ecstasy as he slammed his empty shot glass on the table beside the chair that Brian was sitting on while Jeanne rode him cowgirl style.

"Who the devil are you?" Jeanne asked him, startled.

"I am your benefactor. Now continue fucking him and I WANT TO HEAR YOU VERY LOUDLY!" he comanded.

Brian was grunting heavily now as Jeanne picked up the pace of her grinding her pelvis into his cock.

"Not you, man," Francisco said then continued, "I meant the girl. I want to hear the GIRL loudly."

"Oh. Got you. Right, buddy," Brian replied. He kept his mouth shut.

"Yeah, baby. Oooh. That's right. Like that. Umm, you are sooo gooooood. Yeah!" Jeanne screamed her orgasm as Brian flooded her pussy with his huge cum load.

"Stand up," Francisco demanded of Jeanne.

Jeanne stood up and some of the cum started to drip out of her freshly fucked pussy and onto the carpeted floor.

"Come here," Francisco asked her.

Jeanne walked over to Francisco.

"Now, how did that make you feel?" Francisco asked her.

"Wild. Wicked. Fun," Jeanne replied as Francisco started to pull on his turgid member.

"You like that don't you, whore," Francisco asked her never stopping the machinations to his own cock.

"Yes. I do," she replied.

"You are a good little whore aren't you? Well aren't you. You fuck for money and enjoy it. Let's see if you enjoy this . . ." Franciso stated.

Brian stood up and picked up Jeanne. He placed her on the floor and shoved his fisted right hand into her pussy. Then he started to twist his wrist round and round inside of her just like Francisco had asked him to do before while he and Francisco were watching Jeanne's performance on stage.

"Unngh. Owwww. Angh," Jean screamed as Brian continued to assault her pussy with his wrist.

"Louder, WHORE," Francisco demanded of Jeanne all the while pumping his cock until it started to spurt his cum.

He reached for his empty shot glass and instructed Brian to shove it into Jeanne's wanton pussy.

Brian was only too happy to oblige Francisco. This sure was a whole lot better than him staying home and beating his meat to a porn video. This was actually happening to him. The poor shlub!

Jeanne squealed her minor discomfort since the shot glass was much smaller than Brian's fist.

"What did I say, WHORE? I WANT TO HEAR YOU LOUDER!!" Franciso reminded Jeanne.

"I'm thirsty can't I get some water to drink. I've been screaming for a while now," Jeanne told Francisco.

"So, you want something to drink . . . well then," Francisco started.

Brian placed the tip of his cock at Jeanne's lips.

"Thirsty for my juice?" he asked her.

"Jeanne was an expert cocksucker and she gladly parted her lips and guided Brian's now flaccid cock into her mouth.

"I WANT TO HEAR YOU LOUDLY SLURPING ON HIS COCK, WHORE!!" Francisco commanded of Jeanne.

Jeanne vacuum-sucked Brian's cock down her throat until it gagged her.

"Mmm. Mmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm," Jeanne moaned around Brian's cock.

"That's it. Show me the real you. WHORE. What you were made for. Fucking and sucking and being stretched like a piece of plastic. Now swallow his whole cum load and show me your tongue when you are done. . . that way I can see your total degradation . . . if you even realize that you are being degraded," Francisco continued totally unaware that Jeanne's pussy was really juicing now.

Jeanne realized that she liked being treated like this. She liked being 'degraded' like Francisco said, but she didn't think she was doing anything wrong. She liked to bring men to pleasure and she was getting paid. She had the best job in the world . . . or so she thought. She didn't realize Francisco was not going to stop there. He had other plans for her.

Francisco heard Jeanne's giant exaggerated 'gulping' sound as she rubbed her tummy and stuck out her tongue for Francisco to see.

"Very good. Now let's play pool," Francisco said.

"Pool?" both Brian and Jeanne asked Francisco within seconds of each other.

Francisco stood up and instructed Brian to pick up Jeanne and throw her over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes and follow him to the pool table located in the further recesses of the club.

"Make sure you have your hand over her cunt. I don't want the shot glass to come out of it," he directed Brian.

Brian threw Jeanne over his shoulder as directed to and placed his hand over her cunt and brought her to the pool table.

"Now, what?" he inquired of Francisco.

"Well, you know how to play pool, don't you?"

"Sure. Just get . . . I get it. . . the ball into the HOLE!!"

"Yes. And that HOLE should be fun stuffing with balls, right?" Francisco winked at Brian.

Brian knew exactly what to do.

Francisco invited a couple dozen men that were near the pool table to watch the upcoming pool tournament. The men were Francisco's employees whom he had invited to his birthday bash at the 'Pink Pussycat' with Jeanne as his private exhibit of a true whore.

"This one takes the cake. She definitely has no qualms about being fisted, having objects inserted into her and swallowing a whole load of cum. Total FILTH!!!" Francisco proudly boasted to his employees.

"Yes. Mr. Sandoval. Very good, sir. We are having such a good time here. How much did you offer for her again?" one of Francisco's employees asked him.

"Can you believe she is doing this for $500?" he asked his employee incredulously.

"She doesn't even know her own worth, does she?" the employee answered.

"I guess not. Now on to the pool game," Francisco replied turning towards the pool table where Jeanne had her legs spread wide open and Brian was inserting the cue stick into her pussy.

"No. Brian. Take the shot glass out first then shove the cue stick into her until it can't go any higher. That way you can gauge how many balls she can fit in there," Francisco instructed Brian.



Pooltable Hustle Ch. 03



Jeanne's pussy was stretched to maximum. She had three billiards inside her pussy. She totally loved it!!! She wanted even more balls inside of her moving her to a most excellent orgasm.

"I want more balls inside of me," she was screaming in delight.

"That's a good little whore," Francisco said as he smiled.

 Brian was pinching and squeezing Jeanne's right nipple. Jeanne was gyrating her hips trying to move the balls even higher inside of her. Brian reached inside of Jeanne's cunt and removed all three balls.

"She is sopping wet," he remarked to Francisco.

"Well, let's take her outside just like that with her legs wide open like that, shall we?" 

Francisco turned to his employees.

"Sure. It's your birthday Mr. Sandoval, what ever you want," an employee replied.

 Brian went to pick up Jeanne but Mr. Sandoval stopped him.

"No. We should all give our whore a hand," Francisco said.

 Brian put his hands together to clap when Mr. Sandoval stopped him once again.

"Brian, you didn't hear me. I said LET's ALL GIVE OUR WHORE A H-A-N-D!" Francisco exclaimed with a wicked glint in his eye.

"Oh. Got you there, again buddy," Brian knew just what to do. Brian shoved his right hand then his left hand into Jeanne's cunt.

Jeanne moaned loudly "Uhmmmmmmm."

Next all of Mr. Sandoval's employees followed suit relishing in Jeanne's warm, moist folds within her cunt. Jeanne was in heaven totally enjoying this public display of extreme hardcore sex. Jeanne thought to herself I will do only private dances for Mr. Sandoval from now on. Jeanne was carried outside into the back alley and placed on her back. Her legs were held wide open by a some of Mr. Sandoval's employees while Brian finished a bottle of beer.

Brian had been instructed to shove the beer bottle, fatter end in first into Jeanne's already willing and over stretched cunt. Jeanne was so delighted. She was thinking of asking Brian out on a date since she really liked his type of sex. Shoot, just yesterday she had been inserting giant-sized cucumbers and a whole celery stalk into her cunt. The beer bottle was new to her though.

"UMMM. YES, YES, YESSSS!," Jeanne screamed her monstrous orgasm flooding the alley street below her with her pussy juices an coating the back of her legs as she lay, a tawdry mess, naked in the back alley.

'A TOTAL WHORE DISPLAY' was painted on a huge sign indicating anyone and everyone to come and see this new display by controversial up and coming artist Francisco Sandoval who was acclaimed for his protrayal of raw human sexuality. Mr. Sandoval ran a small but highly-public art studio with only 30 employees. He practiced his art form and lived it HARDCORE!! 

When the crowd had dispersed Mr. Sandoval unzipped his fly took out his cock and shoved it deep into Jeanne's used cunt. Then he released a stream of sticky cum into her uterus. As his cock was still hard he shoved it a couple more times into Jeanne's pussy. Then he came one more time, got up, zipped his fly and walked home.

Jeanne slowly got up and walked down the alley until she came to the nearest street. She didn't mind being totally naked. She ventured out onto the nearest street and stuck her left thumb up, hoping to catch a ride back to her place. But since she had no money on her, she would have to pay the driver with her already too used pussy. 

A moving van was just coming down the street and the driver screeched on his brakes when he saw the naked Jeanne.

"Girly, are you looking for trouble with no clothes on out here?" the driver asked her as he already pushed the passenger side open for her.

"Yes I am, handsome." Jeanne answered as she asked the driver to take her to her place.

"Well, I was about to go hang out with a few buddies of mine and party. If you want why don't you join us we like trouble too." he invited her.

"Yeah, o.k. Where are your friends at?" Jeanne asked him.

"Oh just a few miles from here," the driver said as he grabbed an extra flannel shirt he had from draped over his driver's seat.

Jeanne put his flannel shirt on and felt her pussy start to juice all over the passenger seat.

"So, how much you charge for the night?" the driver of the van asked her.

"I'm not a call girl." Jeanne informed him, but she was not even offended at his question.

"So you mean my buddies and I can fuck the living daylights out of you ALL NIGHT for free?" he asked her, incredulously.

"Sure can. Just as long as someone takes me back home afterwards." Jeanne reiterated.

The driver was just pulling into a motel where about 100 men were streaming out of it.

"Where are your friends?" Jeanne asked as the driver of the van started to exit the van.

"All of these guys. This is a moving company convention and I was designated to get the entertainment for the night. You are it. Come on get out of the van," the driver informed Jeanne.

Jeanne got out of the van and walked straight into the crowd of men who were already groping at her and she allowed herself to be steered into one of the rooms. She was hastily pushed onto the springy bed and three men jumped on the bed afer her. She felt her legs being pried open as a couple of fingers were shoved inside of her well-worn cunt.

Next a few more guys came into the room and the three guys that were on the bed said promised to come back and fuck her good.

The long night consisted of a bunch of overly horny men stiking their fingers and cocks inside of her pussy as well as pushing the t.v. remote that they found into her pussy as well.

And Jeanne, being Jeanne enjoyed every minute of it.

-THE END