0 comments/ 126920 views/ 14 favorites The Pool Game By: candycane Scott smiled as he watched his wife bend over the pool table. He smiled not only because he knew his wife would probably miss the shot, but also because he had a great view of his wife's luscious buttocks as they peeked out from underneath her summer dress. His beautiful wife of 5 years, 31 years old, delicate and pretty, was a rank novice at pool but a seasoned professional at turning him on. The billiards clicked as she took her shot, the ball missing the hole by a good three inches. Her pouting face turned to his, and he grinned. It occurred to him that she had probably never even been to a pool hall before, at least not since he had met her. That would probably account for the fact that she had dressed a little too scantily for his liking. An ultra-short mini skirt and a knotted-at-the-bellybutton shirt did little to hide her petite figure from the prying eyes of beer-swilling male patrons. Scott had noticed with no small amount of discomfort that Janette was attracting a little too much attention that night, but he shrugged it off. After all, she wasn't for sale... "I guess I'm no good at this silly game," she brooded. Scott smiled at her encouragingly. "It just takes some time, honey. Why don't I go get us some drinks?" "Ok" she nodded. Scott walked to the other side of the pool hall and ordered two beers. As the barkeeper popped off the caps, he eyed Scott curiously. "That's a mighty pretty little lass you got there, buddy" he grunted. Once again Scott felt that uncomfortable twinge as he acknowledged another man's appreciation of his wife's beauty. "Glad you think so," he lied. The bartender handed Scott his drinks. "Do you mind me asking you a question?" "I guess not" Scott replied. How could he mind if he didn't know what the question was? "Why did you bring such a pretty lady to a place like this?" Scott frowned. "What do you mean?" "Well, in case you hadn't noticed, this place ain't exactly the opera house. You might want to be a bit more careful with your woman." Careful? With his woman? John felt naive. "What are you trying to tell me, that somebody is going to attack her??" He handed over a tenner. The barkeep made change. He waved an expansive hand around the room. "Look at how many guys are here tonight. Must be over fifty or sixty, at least. They ain't exactly white collar, you know what I mean?" John had to agree. He had noticed as they walked in that the majority of the male patrons - heck, all the patrons were male - were either unshaven, unclean, unattractive or a combination of all three. He had also noticed the unpleasant smell of unwashed bodies from time to time, but he kept it to himself. Another person's hygiene - or lack thereof - was none of his business. "Look, there goes one of them now." The bartender pointed over to where Scotts wife was standing and talking to a stranger. Scott hadn't noticed him approach his wife. He swiftly made his way back to her, cursing his stupidity. As he neared her the man turned and walked away. Scott handed her a lukewarm beer and searched her face for any signs of distress. "Who was that?" he asked nonchalantly. "I don't know" she replied. Scott didn't like the tone in her voice. "What's the matter honey? Did he bother you?" "No...not exactly." Scott was puzzled. She was blushing. "What did he say to you?" he demanded. Janette paused uncomfortably. All at once she blurted: "He propositioned me." Scott flushed with anger. "What did he say?!" he asked again. Janette was clearly troubled by talking about this. "He said he wanted to share me with his friends." Scott put his arm around his wife. "I'm sorry, honey, I shouldn't have left you alone like that. Do you want to go home now?" "No" she replied. Scott was mystified. "You're obviously bothered by what he said, honey. Why don't you want to go?" She hesitated. "It wasn't the question that bothered me..." her voice trailed off. "Well, what did then?" Clearly something wasn't right here. She looked guiltily at him. "It was my reaction that bothered me." Scott was still puzzled. "What was your reaction? You didn't tell him you'd DO it, did you?" She shook her head. "No, of course not. But inside..." her voice trailed off again. "Inside what?" Scott demanded. "What were you thinking?" She paused. "Inside... I think I wanted to." Scott was so stunned he practically dropped his beer. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before he could respond, the man who propositioned Janette walked boldly back up to them. His face wore a sneer. "Well, honey, what do you say? Ready for some action?" Janette said nothing. Scott just looked at the man uncomprehendingly. His beautiful, precious wife had actually admitted to him that she wanted to - had actually CONSIDERED - making love to another man. Not just to another man, but to other MEN! How could this have happened? Why would she want to look outside of their marriage for sex? Scott stared at his sullen wife and he knew things would never be the same. The stranger turned to Scott. "Hey, buddy, would you mind sharing your wife with me and a few of my buddies? We promise we'll treat her real nice." Scott wanted to hit the man - he SHOULD have wanted to hit the man - but instead he just stared dumbly at him. Why was his wife saying nothing? He grabbed her arm. "Honey, you aren't seriously thinking of doing this, are you??" She just looked at him and said nothing. Her face was flushed a crimson red, her breathing laboured. Why didn't she answer him? She couldn't really be thinking of going through with something like this! The strange man piped in again. "C'mon, buddy, just me and a few of my friends. We won't hurt her, I swear it! Here, I'll give you twenty bucks for her." Scott's heart sank as Janette said nothing. He knew his wife was turned on, that she wanted to have sex with total strangers. Blind rage coursed through his veins as the reality of the situation hit home. He was consumed with fury. He couldn't think straight as raw anger flooded him. "Fuck it, take her!" he scowled. The stranger smiled. He tossed the twenty at Scott, and grabbed Janette's arm. "Thanks, buddy! C'mon babe let's do it!" Three other men rushed up and grabbed Janette, picked her up, and carried her over to a filthy mattress that lay in an unused corner. In two seconds flat her shirt was ripped from her torso. The men shed their pants with alarming speed, and the closest one jumped onto the mattress by her head. He unceremoniously pushed his penis into her open mouth as his buddies held her arms down. The stranger pulled off her mini skirt and grinned down at her lily white panties. "Let's see what we got here boys!" he yelled with evil glee as he yanked her underwear from her soft body. He was greeted by a delicate smooth-shaven little vagina that twinkled light off its slickness. "Fuck, yeah!" he grunted. A second later his unshaven face was buried between her legs, his tongue frantically exploring Janette. Scott rushed over to where his prone wife was laying. He stared down at her wide-eyed face as her mouth was stuffed with hard cock. She looked as shocked and surprised as he did, but there was nothing she could do about it. He pleaded with the stranger. "Hey, man, forget it! Just let us get out of here." The stranger pulled himself from Janette's pussy and growled at Scott. "Fuck you, buddy, a deal's a deal!" His face disappeared once again between her legs. Scott begged the man: "Look, I'll give you a hundred bucks right now if you just let us go!" Stranger said nothing. His tongue was too far up her pussy to respond, and what's more he didn't care. He began to lick furiously at her asshole. Scott tried one last time to reason with him. "At least take her to a hotel room! You can't just do it here!!" he cried. Stranger frowned up at him. "The deal was, twenty bucks for your wife. I didn't say nothin' about where we would fuck her." He smirked. "Or WHO would fuck her." Scott was frantic, but he knew he could do nothing. Worse still, he saw that all the other patrons had noticed what was going on and they were approaching to watch the show. Some already had their cocks out and were jacking off as they watched his small wife be ravaged. "Hey," one of them called out, "can we have some of that, too?!" Again Stranger paused. "Sure guys, fuck her any way you want! Her husband here sold her to me for twenty bucks!" Scott flushed with shame as the burly men laughed at him. How could he have done such a thing! It was unforgivable. Scott looked on helplessly as more and more men approached his helpless wife to touch her, to grab her, to pinch her, to obscenely fondle her breasts...or any other part of her body. He cursed himself. She hadn't even agreed to this! For all he knew, she had wanted to go home but was too embarrassed to say anything. How could he have allowed - even AGREED - to let this happen? By now Janette was surrounded by over a dozen men as they held her down and groped lewdly at her petite little body. Two men on either side of her had pulled her legs practically up to her ears, allowing the stranger total access. He pulled away, revealing a slippery wet vagina and a puckered wet little asshole, poking out for all to see. Stranger turned to Scott. "Now I'm going to fuck your wife's pussy. What do you think about that, asshole?" Scott turned his head away. He couldn't look. Stranger would have none of that. "Grab that fucker, boys, and drag him over here so he can have the best seat in the house!" Two burly men grabbed Scott's arms and pushed him onto his knees. They grabbed his neck and pushed it to within inches of Stranger's cock, which was dangling precariously closely to Janette's open vagina. Scott knew it was useless to resist. Stranger turned around and laughed down at Scott. "Stupid asshole. I would never have sold my wife for twenty bucks. Not for anything!" He turned back. "Watch as I fuck your precious little wife's pussy!" Scott would have given anything to be somewhere else at that moment, but he was as helpless as Janette. He realized that it was Stranger's intention not only to fuck his wife, but to humiliate the both of them. Try as he could, Scott could not pry his eyes away from Stranger's swollen penis as its head made contact with Janette's open pussy. Made contact with his wife's vagina. And then it slid inside. That was it. Scott was watching another man fuck his wife. His wife, the woman he had pledged his life to, was being entered by another man's penis within inches of his face and it was all Scott's fault. Within two strokes Stranger was all the way in, his penis glistening with her slippery juices. He began to stroke deeply, pulling out until his bulbous purple cock almost fell right out, then slamming it home with unbridled fury. His balls slapped loudly at Janette's distended asshole. Her vaginal lips clung sexily to Stranger's penis on the upstroke, then disappeared back inside as he rammed it unceremoniously home. Slurping noises could be plainly heard as Stranger rammed into Janette's squelching pussy. And Scott had an unprecedented view of the whole spectacle. Within 5 minutes Stranger's balls began to contract as he neared orgasm. This was the moment Scott truly feared, the moment that was supposed to have been reserved only for him for the rest of his life. Stranger panted uncontrollably. "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come up your wife's pussy! Arrrrgh!" His penis plunged deep. His hip bone smacked against Janette's, then stopped. Scott watched as the base of Stranger's rigid penis contracted continuously, and he knew Stranger was coming inside his wife, filling up her vagina with hot sticky cum. Finally, it was over. Stranger pulled his slimy prick from Janette's pussy and a stream of sperm rushed out of her hole, coating her asshole with white goo. He turned to Scott. "Thanks, you stupid fuck. Thanks for letting me fuck your wife." He turned to the others. "Fuck her, guys!" The men let go of Scott as they queued up to get a crack at his wife. Their goal had been fulfilled, anyhow: they had forced Scott to watch his wife get fucked by another man. Scott stood up and walked over to his wife's head. Three men were working on this part of her body, taking turns jamming their rigid penises into her mouth. Again he knelt down, his face barely a few inches from hers. "Are you okay, honey?" he asked. Janette could not respond. Her mouth was so full of hard cock that she could not make a sound. Her eyes wore the same surprised look as before as she sucked some unknown man's penis. The other two were holding her head steady as number three pumped his cock ruthlessly into her stretched mouth. They didn't want to have sex, they just wanted a hole in which to stuff their cocks and unload. Scott looked around him and was very concerned for Janette's safety, even survival. Men surrounded every part of her exposed little body, grabbing roughly at her breasts, tweaking her nipples raw, rubbing their penises against her skin, trying to stuff their fingers into any hole they could find, mauling any and all parts of her they could reach, yelling filthy names at her as they jacked themselves off in sadistic pleasure.. Again he turned to her stuffed face. He gulped. "Are you okay, hon?" he pleaded. Her wide eyes looked helplessly up at him as her mouth was used shamelessly for another man's selfish pleasure. Suddenly the penis in her mouth pulled out as it neared orgasm. Its owner barked down at her "Open your mouth Bitch!" He pulled her jaw open with his free hand and pumped thick white streamers of cum all over her face, nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth. This caused the man on the other side of her face to orgasm too, his sperm mixing thickly with the first man's. Janette said nothing as she let them cum all over her face. Her eyes remained fixed on Scott's as stream after stream after stream of syrupy white sperm splattered over and over onto her, coating her delicate features thickly with their white frosting. Scott had witnessed his wife's cumbath. Two more greedy penises replaced the others as the men continued to use Janette's mouth hole for their pleasure. Scott stood up and walked around the group of men to her torso. No point in trying to talk to her, her mouth was obviously occupied. Her pussy was being fucked by the third or fourth man since Stranger, and it was a dripping mess. Several other men who couldn't wait had blown their loads all over her body including her belly, breasts and legs. The man in her pussy grunted and pulled out. This one was different from the rest. He didn't just want to cum inside her pussy, he had other plans. His right hand whipped over his rigid penis as his left hand reached over and parted the delicate lips of Janette's pussy, holding them wide open. Men on either side of her prone body aided him, their groping hands pulling and stretching her little pussy until it looked like a gaping cavern. His face was a picture of intense concentration as he stared into the depths of Janettee's spread hole. He took very careful aim as his orgasm approached, pointing his cock dead center. He kept this up for a full minute until he could hold back no more, and thick creamy jets of mucus blasted from his penis onto (and into) her gaping pussy. His orgasm was intense, lasting 20 or 30 seconds as he coated Scott's wife's porcelain pussy and asshole with heavy doses of white frosting until it was a blobby, creamy mass. As these unpleasant thoughts were filtering through Scott's brain, the group decided they wanted to take Janette a different way. They lifted her up and flipped her over as someone ducked underneath her and lay down on the mattress. Then they lowered her swollen pussy onto his rigid cock. Three more hefty members were immediately presented to her face for her mouth to work on. It was then that John saw Stranger approach his wife. He had an erection again, his penis still dripping from the juices of his previous orgasm. The Stranger leered happily down at the spectacle. He was thoroughly enjoying the sight of Scott's wife being so thoroughly fucked. A demented expression crossed his face as he reached out and slapped Janette's asscheek. A loud *crack* resounded throughout the room, and Janette froze, cock in mouth, as if stung by an electric shock. *Crack* The sound filled the room again as Stranger spanked her ass. He began to work up a rhythm, first slow, then faster and faster. His slaps approached 2 per second as he took sinister pleasure in humiliating Scott's wife in front of everybody. Red welts of Stranger's open palm began to appear on her ass as he spanked her hard. Another man, obviously inspired by the scene, reached over and stuck one, then two, then three fingers in Janette's poor little asshole. He jammed them in and out as fast as he could. Soon another man approached her, and they were taking turns wedging their fingers into her stretched anus. Stranger smiled at his work. "Time to put some cock up there, boys!" he cried. He positioned himself behind her and, in one swift stroke, buried his penis inside Jeanine's red anus. She didn't even flinch as he entered. Stranger set up a vicious rhythm as he pounded her asshole mercilessly, each stroke banging her so hard that her whole body was bucked forward. She was clearly having difficulty sucking cock now, as Stranger's thrusts would occasionally cause them to pop out of her mouth. When this happened, their angry owner would grab the back of her head with one hand, their penis with the other, and jam it back into her gasping mouth yelling "suck me, you fucking bitch!." Stranger reached forward and grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her. From out of nowhere he produced a set of handcuffs, and cuffed her arms behind her back. She was now truly helpless as the men bucked into her holes, using her for their maximum selfish pleasure. Her mouth was getting the most use, as countless men forced her to suck them to orgasm. Some would blow their loads down her throat, but most preferred to pull out at the last second and blast their sperm all over her white delicate features. Some wouldn't even last long enough to have her suck them, and they would simply rush up, stroke their cocks and cum on her. Her face was an unrecognizable mask of white cum. Thick gooey blobs coated on her cheeks half an inch thick. White streamers shot into her hair, some hanging down at eye level and bobbing back and forth as she was fucked. Creamy mucus covered her eyes, practically gluing them shut. Ivory jelly coated her nose, lips and chin, dripping down her neck and breasts. Some even lay on her ears and shoulders, as those who couldn't wait and couldn't get close enough to her face chose a different target to blast their cum. She was wearing a thick mask of sperm. Had Scott unknowingly walked into the pool hall at that moment, he wouldn't have known it was his wife sitting there, taking all those men... Stranger could hold back no more. With a shriek of pleasure he emptied his balls deep into her ass. Scott unwillingly imagined Stranger's cock, wedged tightly inside Janette ass, shooting filthy cum into a place that Scott himself had never been. He cringed. Stranger was well pleased with himself. He pulled his soiled penis from Janette's red frothy asshole, and cum immediately started to pour out. The man inside Janette's vagina stiffened, contracted, and came. As soon as he was done, he was replaced by another. Janette's pussy was filled with cock once again. Another man approached her ass, and Scott froze in shock as he recognized it to be the bartender. He looked at Scott, mouth smiling, hard cock pointed mere inches from Janette's puckered anus. "I told you! This kind of thing happens all the time. You should never have brought your wife in here!" And with that, he began forcing his thick penis into her anus. In no time flat he was banging her hard. Scott said nothing. He knew the bartender was right. The scene before Scott's eyes was almost more than he could bear. There was his beautiful wife, on all fours, being shamelessly used and abused... The man underneath her, his cock up her pussy, his arms covered with tatoos, his hands grabbing Janette's asscheeks, pulling them so wide apart that Scott feared he would split her asshole, his mouth sucking and biting on Janette's breasts... Bartender, fat and pasty-white, his 250+ pound frame bucking viciously into Janette's asshole, causing her whole body to quiver helplessly with his every thrust, his hands reaching around and grabbing her breasts, holding them forward for the guy under her to suck... The guy in front of her, his unwashed cock in her mouth, his enormous hairy beer belly hanging in front of her head, his leering unshaven face screaming obscenities down at her as she sucked him, his large dirty hands grabbing her head and controlling the force of his thrusts, occasionally jerking his cock while she sucked him... The huge crowd of men surrounding her body, all of them filthy, ugly, and disgustingly obsessed with the lewd spectacle before them, jerking themselves off, egging the others on, trying to get a crack at Janette's petite little body... Soon, bartender's sperm was added to Stranger's as he came inside her asshole. As he pulled out, the group picked her up and turned her over again. They lowered her distended anus onto the slippery cock underneath that awaited her. She watched as her own body weight helped ease it deep inside her bowels. As soon as she reached rock bottom, another man rushed up and filled her pussy with his cock. Her face was immediately surrounded by more cocks than she could count. Her body bucked and shook as they pounded relentlessly into her. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, so she could do nothing but let the men use her as they wanted. The Pool Game A grin tugs at my lips as I walk into the private pool room and you lock the door behind me. Finding a small table off to the side with drinks, a bucket of ice and my favorite fruit and dips, my pulse picks up slightly. Grabbing a pool cue off the wall I chalk it up, looking at you with a competitive look in my eye. You rack up the balls and I gesture for you to break. I hear the crack of the white ball hitting the others and a striped ball goes down. You hike an eyebrow at me. "You pick." I kick off one of my shoes under the table. Walking over to the table, I grab a drink and take a sip. You drop another striped ball and glance over at me with a smile. I kick off my other shoe. Walking around the table, I run my hand down your back as you lean over to shoot. You miss. With a slight chuckle I look at the table. Bending over the table to line up my shot, I slide my left foot up the back of my right leg, and sink a solid. Still bending over I glance up at you. "Well?" You also kick off a boot. I line up the next shot and sink another. I hear your other boot hit the floor. Smiling I walk around the table to look at the angles, brushing against you as I pass, feeling your hand linger on my ass as I pass. Bending to line up the next shot and just as I hit the cue ball, I feel you finger run up the back of my leg and under my skirt. I miss "No fair," I murmur. You just laugh. Still chuckling, you bend to line up the shot and I walk around the table opposite you and take a sip of my drink, pulling out an ice cube and rolling it across my neck. "Is it hot in here?" You glance up as you take the shot to see a trickle of water rolling down my neck to disappear under my shirt, following it with your eyes. You take the shot without looking away from me and it still goes in. You laugh again as I groan. "You are soooooo lucky," I say grouchily, but with a smile. "What's next?" Putting my left foot up against the table, which slides my skirt up over my thigh, I start to slip my hands over my thigh and catch my garter, pushing it over my thigh, down over my knee and calf. Putting my foot back on the floor, kicking it off onto the floor and bending over to pick it up and using the elastic, flinging it over to you across the table. You catch it with one hand and put it into your pant's pocket. "Thank you." You study the table intently, trying to line up your next shot, but the angles are all wrong. You take the easiest of the shots but miss. Walking over to stand beside you, I can feel your heat. My pulse increases again. Anticipation a heady feeling. Glancing at you as I study the table. Leaning over I line up my shot and just before I shoot, you lean over me, molding your hips to my ass, your chest against my back, licking the back of my neck and whispering "Don't miss". With a slight shiver, I take the shot and sink a solid. Glancing over my shoulder, I see you smile. You stand and I turn around to watch as you take off a sock and throw it into the corner. "Chicken," I whisper, but you just laugh again. I walk around the table and lean to take another shot, landing another solid into the pocket. Standing straight I watch as you take off your other sock. Nodding, I study the table again, noting you walking over to the small table with the fruit on it. I was out of the corner of my eye as you pick up a piece of apple and dip it into the caramel, swirling it around and then lifting it to your mouth for a bite. Licking my lips, I look down at the table, and take the next shot. A solid firmly lands in the pocket. I lean back against the wall and look at you, eyebrows raised. With a resigned shrug, you start to undo the buttons of your shirt. Walking towards me as you do. One by one the buttons open to reveal tanned golden flesh, rock hard muscles underneath. Standing in front of me, you shrug out of your shirt you let it drop to the floor. I reach out a hand and slowly slide it over your chest, loving the feel of it against my palm, pushing myself away from the wall and closer to you, planting a kiss in the middle of your chest, licking your nipple, sucking lightly, hearing your intake of breath. "Good boy," I murmur against your skin, licking up your chest to your neck. I feel rather than hear the chuckle you give with my comment. Dragging myself away, I bend over the table once again, but my hands are now trembling slightly and I miss the next shot. You look me up and down and walk around the table to see the angles once again. I walk over to the table with the drinks and fruit. Picking up a strawberry, I dip it into the chocolate dip, feeling your eyes on me. I put the strawberry up to my lips, closing my eyes, and start to suck off the chocolate, biting into the strawberry, moaning slightly as the taste floods my mouth. I hear the ball drop into the pocket. Turning my head, I look into your eyes and you just smile. "Anything in particular?" I ask. "Top," you reply. With my back to you, I undo the buttons of my shirt, you can hear the whisper of material but don't ask me to turn around, knowing that the waiting builds the moment. I peek over my shoulder at you when I have all the buttons undone and shrug one shoulder, letting my shirt fall down my back slightly, giving you a peek of a red strap. You stand up a little straighter and I drop the shirt off my other shoulder, slowly sliding it down my back. Putting my hands behind my back and letting my shirt fall to the floor. Bending from the waist, I put my hand between my legs and pick the shirt up off the floor, hearing your gasp, sliding my hand up my leg as I straighten and fling my shirt into the corner of the room. Turning around to reveal a very small red satin and lace bra, I walk over towards you slowly, running my index finger over my chest, tracing the edges of my bra. I feel rather than hear your pulse quicken. "Do you like it?" I question as I reach you and stand in front of you. You reach out a hand and slide it back and forth across my chest. I moan slightly as you reply. "Very much." I glance at the table and gesture that it is still your shot. I watch your hands tremble slightly as you line up the next shot and pocket the ball. "Ohhh, yes" you say grinning. I just look at you with a slight grin and wait for the call. You gesture to my skirt. Arching my back slightly, I reach behind me and pop the button on my skirt. You hear the zipper going down as I lower it. I can hear your breathing increase. Grabbing the hem with my hands I wiggle my hips to lower my skirt, you can hear it rasping against my skin as it lowers over my hips and thighs, revealing a red satin and lace thong. I let it drop to the floor and kick it out of the way. Hearing your groan I look up at you and lean close, sliding myself against you, sliding my hand over the front of your pants, feeling your hard cock through the material. "Still your turn," I whisper against your skin as I kiss your neck, sliding my tongue over it and biting your earlobe. I feel you hand slide around my waist and pull me closer, molding my body to yours, your hand slide down to cover a cheek of my ass and give it a squeeze, you reply "I know" with a knowing little grin. You walk around the table eyeing the angles and shots. Finally you bend to line up the shot and as you do, I cross my arms and lean on the pool table edge to watch you shoot. As you glance over at me, I stick my index finger into my mouth and suck lightly, then trail it down over my chin, slipping it over my neck and down under the lace of my bra, circling my nipple with my finger you watch as it hardens under my touch. You miss. I chuckle as you walk around the table towards me and slap me on the ass. "Cheater," you mumble as you walk by. Laughing I line up the next shot and pocket a solid. "Oh yeah," I say while grinning at you. "Drop 'em mister," I say while gesturing to your pants. You put your pool cue to lean against the table and pop open the button of your pants. You moan slightly as the zipper rasps against your cock, making it harder than it already was, pushing your pants down over your hips and letting them drop to the floor, you step aside and move them out of the way. Walking over to me and pushing me up against the wall slightly with your body, thigh to thigh, hip to hip, chest to chest, you lean over and kiss me, hard, passionately, deep, hot. When we are both panting for air, you break away and look down at me. "Still your shot," you murmur against my skin as you slide your tongue over my neck and I moan with the pleasure. Taking a deep breath, I look to the table again. Realizing you only have one more article of clothing and knowing I need this shot, I try to concentrate fully on what I'm doing. It is not easy when you are stalking me around the table with a grin on your face. Finally I turn around and with my hands on my hips say, "Stop that." You just give me an innocent look, which doesn't look the least bit innocent and laugh. I line up my next shot and miss. Dropping my head onto the table, I groan. I hear you laugh again. Without even looking up I hear the next ball drop into the pocket. I groan again. I feel you walk up behind me. As I'm bent over the table, you fit your hips up against my ass, I can feel your hard cock pressing against me. "Allow me," you say as you kiss your way up my back. Bracing myself against the table, wiggling my hips against you, feeling you get even harder, I feel you unclasp my bra, letting it drop away from my body, your hands sliding up over my back and around to my sides, brushing your thumbs across the sides of my breasts, but never touching them completely. Panting slightly now, pressing back against you, I try to move my hands but you place yours over them, stopping me. You continue to slide your hands up and down my back, around to my stomach. I can feel your thumbs slip across the underside of my breasts "Please" I groan. You reply, "Please what?" You press your hips to my ass again, a moan escapes my lips, as I feel myself getting wet. "Hhmmmm?" you murmur against my back as you kiss the back of my neck and shoulders, your hands still sliding against my skin but not where I want them to be. Finally, as your hands slide up over my breasts and squeeze, your fingers circling my nipples, finding them hard. "Is this what you wanted?" My moan of pleasure is answer enough. You back away from me and look at the table. Oh look, it's still my shot." Still braced against the table, my knees threatening to buckle, I just peek up at you. You grin that incredibly sexy grin that always turns me on. You take the next shot and sink another stripe. "Ohhhhh god" I moan. You just chuckle as you walk up behind me. "Looks like you only have one piece of clothing left." You slide your hand over my back again, down across my ass, tracing my thong. My hips lift involuntarily. You slide your hands around me and lift me up, turning me in your arms and setting me to sit on the edge of the table. My pulse starts to race, knowing what it going to happen, wanting it, needing it. With one hand you push me back softly so I am lying on the table with my hips over the edge. You lean over me and we kiss, hot, wet, deep, my hands sliding over your shoulders, down your back, grasping your hips, I spread my legs and pull you close to me. Rubbing against your hard cock through the material of your shorts and my thong. You start to kiss your way down my body. Lips, chin, throat, upper chest, first one breast, sucking, nipping at the nipple as I arch my back trying to get closer to you, then the other, down over my stomach, nipping at the skin, I can feel myself trembling, the muscles in my stomach twitching. Lower, lower, and finally when I can stand no more anticipation, I feel your mouth trace the edge of my thong kissing lightly. I bite my lip, but a moan escapes anyway. I want to lift my hips but my awkward position on the table prevents it. You kneel and brace your hands on my knees. Sliding your palms over the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. I'm trembling all over now. A fine sheen of sweat covers my body. Every whisper of a touch is a caress. You spread my legs wider still. Tracing the edge of the thong with your finger, sliding it over the satin material. I moan slightly and you look up at me "You're wet", you say with feigned shock. I drop my head to the table and shudder. "Let me take care of that for you." As you kiss your way up from my knee to the inside of my thigh, I try to speak but can only moan. You reach your hands up under my ass and lift me slightly as you start to peel away my thong. I can feel the shiny material sliding across my skin, my hands clench into fists at my sides. I try to sit up, but you put a restraining hand on my stomach and tell me to relax. A shudder ripples through me again. You nip at the soft skin of my thighs, feeling my muscles jump under your mouth as you work your way up. I open my mouth to beg you, just as you cover me with your mouth. I cry out your name, arching my back, silently begging for more. Using your tongue and lips, you lick, suck, nip at my, making me wetter, hotter, needier. "Please, pleaseeeeeee," I gasp out, knowing you know what I want, what I need. I feel your tongue slide deep inside me and I try to push closer, but my position on the table prevents it. Panting heavily now, I feel a drop of sweat trickle down my forehead. My muscles tense and as you feel me edging closer to a climax, you stop and lean back. "Noooooooooooooooooooooo," I moan. You lean over me, sliding yourself against me, your cock straining against your shorts, kiss my stomach, my breasts, my collarbone, my neck and as you kiss my cheek, whisper in my ear. We're not done the game yet." Still panting, you help me sit up. I give you a look that promises retribution. As you bend to line up your next shot, you hear me behind you, a whisper of sound. You turn your head around and look at me. I slide my hand down over my stomach and lower. I can see your eyes following my hand. My other hand comes up and cups my breast, circling my thumb around the hard nipple. My hand dips lower and with two fingers I brush against myself. I watch your eyes as I slip my hand even lower, inserting a finger into my hot, wet pussy, rubbing, in, out. I can see your breath coming in gasps now. Your knuckles turn white with your grip on the pool cue. Removing my finger, I turn and dip it into the chocolate and stick it in my mouth. Sucking it clean, my eyes sliding closed. I hear the clatter of the pool stick as you throw it against the table, balls clicking together as the stick hits them and they scatter. And in almost the same instant, I hear you growl low in your throat, pick me up and toss me onto the top of the table. I squeal in surprise. You drop over me, and I press up into your weight. With a twist of my hips I flip you over onto your back, straddling your hips. With a smile of pure devil, I look down at you. "You're in big trouble now." You just smile and answer "Yes, please!" Laughing I scoot down your body and over your thighs, I tug your shorts down and you lift your hips giving me better access. I stand up and tug them off your legs and toss them over the side of the table. Kneeling over you once again, I drop to my hands framing either side of your face. Wiggling my hips against your hard cock, I brush against you. As I lean down for a kiss, I push my hips back, taking just your head inside me. Rocking back and forth slightly, pushing my hips down. Forward and pushing back harder, taking you deeper. Slowly inch by inch, you slide into my wet pussy. Forward, back hard, forward, back harder, deeper. And with one final push back, burying you all the way inside me. Looking deep into your eyes, feeling your hands slide over my thighs and onto my hips, you press up inside me. Slipping my palms over your chest I lean down and suck your nipple into my mouth, rocking my hips back and forth. Creating a slow rhythm to start, your hands tightening on my hips, I continue to slide back and forth. Increasing the tempo slightly, both of us panting, gasping for air, sweat covering our bodies, muscles clenching, anticipation building. I sit up straight, slide my hands back and over your thighs, my hands grasping your thighs, sliding up and slamming my hips down onto yours. Faster, harder, deeper. You move one hand around over my hip as you slide in and out of me, my head thrown back, back arched, you reach out one hand and press your thumb against my clit. In a burst of dazzling colour I explode, crying out your name, cumming hard, wave after wave crashing over me, muscles pulling you even deeper. As you feel my orgasm sweep through me, you thrust up one last time and cum deep into me, groaning. Collapsing onto your chest, ripples still pouring over me, I look at your face and smile, and with a kiss I whisper "I win."