her tits looked draped over the table. That pool table fantasy was coming back fierce!
“ So, Mike, now that I have you here in my pool hall at — now- four in the morning, what’re ya gonna do?” She took her shot but got nothing in. ”I’ve been staring at your cock for the last 15 minutes as I’m taking my shots. You’re harder than a fuckin’ rock!”
“ What? I’m enjoying the view. You’ve got a gorgeous pair of nipples and I enjoy ‘looking’.” I looked down at the table and how pathetic it looked even though I was winning.
“ How about this: If I win this game, you owe me a blow job that would make Dyson jealous.” She put her stick up against the table behind her. ”And what if I win?”
“ Your call.”
She stripped off her pants and moved aside her panties to reveal a very shapely pussy. ”I want it here. As hard as fuckin’ possible.”
We both nodded in agreement.
So play continued back and forth for the next 30 minutes. Every time she would line a shot up, I would grab my cock and teasingly pump it. Whenever I took a shot, she would either lick a nipple, or stick two fingers in and feign some pleasure.
An hour later (since we were teasing the fuck out of each other), we were down to the eight ball, for both of us. ”So Lucy, it’ll either be your pussy being pounded, or my cock being sucked.” I stared her down. “What’s it gonna be?”
The cue ball was positioned in a way that if you hit it dead-on, it was going for a corner pocket. There was no fucking way she could miss the shot. Lining up the shot, aiming carefully (shows you how much she wanted her pussy pounded), she took the shot.
We exchanged glances, both smirking.
“ Un-fuckin’-believable!”
Taking my pool stick, I carefully put it on the pool table and charged her. As I came around, she dropped hers and we started making out furiously! To think, I arrived in that bar around eleven-thirty, and it was pushing four. The sexual tension was just gushing out of us as the primal emotions took over. As I kept kissing, I grabbed and squeezed the shit out of both of her tits. She pushed herself off me.
”You’ve been staring at my body for the past four hours and that is your first move? What-the-fuck??”
“ Fine, get on your fucking knees and start sucking.” I didn’t yell it, but I was very stern. When she hesitated, I repeated the order, but with more fire in my eyes. She responded by grabbing my throat, “Nobody, but nobody,“ her voice kicked up an octave, “tells me what to suck, when to suck it, or how to suck it.” Wow, this bitch was kinky!
After releasing her grip and slightly pushing me away, I replied, “Fine, I guess my cock won’t be fucking the shit outta you.” I looked back at her acting like an asshole. ”Know, that I have absolutely,” as I grabbed my cock and started pumping, “no fucking,” continuing to stroke harder and harder, “problem jacking my own cock.” As I was making the motions, her eyes got very weak and she took two fingers to her pussy. She inched towards me. I put my available hand out, “Don’t even fucking think about it.” My voice rose an octave. As I put my hand out, I took two steps closer while continuing to stroke.
“ Yeah, go ahead finger that pussy, bitch!” As she tried to take a step closer, I nearly barked back, “NO!”
“ You will watch me stroke this cock until the very last moment.”
I stared into her eyes with a fire that one could only feel when they have control.
Her hand reached out to help. Slapping it down, I yelled “What the fuck did I say?“
With a sudden jerk of the hip, she grabbed me, pushed me up against the pool table and held me down. ”FUCK YOU! You want some of this? Huh!” She reacted by grabbing my cock and started vigorously stroking.
“ You think you can deny me, fucker?” She grabbed my body, threw it up on the empty pool table, and mounted it. Grabbing my cock, she literally shoved it into her pussy. ”You like that shit?”
I was trying to figure out what was turning me on more: The power exchange or the sex!
After about 5 minutes of riding my cock, I could feel it getting ready to explode it. ”Want it on your tits?”
She dismounted, pushed my body forward, and proceeded to suck me to orgasm. I was trying not to laugh too hard, but some of the cum was dripping onto the table. After she finished swallowing the whole load, she let off my cock. ”Nah, I wanted to swallow it.” she said with a wink.
After dismounting from the table, I couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t gotten herself off. ”So, how can I help you out?”
“ Babe, I’ve already cum three times. That power exchange was so hot, it got me to cum.” We both looked at the table we had just stained. ”How are you going to clean that?”
She chuckled, “Same way I do any ‘stained table.’” She headed for the supply closet and broke out a mysterious bottle of green liquid.
”What’s that stuff?”
“ It’s Formula 409, combined with Windex and a special formula for felt.”
After cleaning up the mess, she put back her cleaning stuff. ”You seem to enjoy power plays.” I nodded back. “They’re pretty hot; one person can’t have all the fun.”
She went to the other back area, dug through her bag and pulled out a card. ”You were awesome. You’re the kind of guy I’d love to play with again.” I smiled and took the card.
“ Ahh, so you do power exchanges for a living?” That explained a few things.
“ I freelance as a dominatrix, making twice what I make here. I’m normally a ‘top’, but in this case, I wanted to see what you were capable of.”
“ Can I get a session some time?” I wanted to see her work in her dungeon.
“ I charge $1,000 per session, depending on what you like. I bartend three days a week as a favor to the owner, until I get my MBA done and can buy the place from him.”
I put the card in my pocket and started to head out. “By the way, if you’re ever in Fall River again, don’t be a stranger.”
“ I’ll definitely be back…” I said to myself, plastering a wide grin on my face as I head back to my car and into the daylight.
Just Warming Up
It was two thirty in the morning. I’d been staring at the clock for forty five minutes trying to get back to sleep but it was too damn cold. The power went out in our dorm just after midnight and even with sweats, socks and a hoodie, I was still freezing in my bed. Ronny, my roommate, came in at about two and slid right into his bed, apparently oblivious to the cold. I could hear him playing with his tablet and rustling around in his bed, when I realized my nose was numb.
“ Ronny, you up?” His bed was on the other side of the room with two dressers between us. The glow from his tablet was like a beacon in the dark and silent room.
“ Yeah, did I wake you?” He rustled around some more, making the springs on his twin bed squeak.
“ No. I’m freezing. Aren’t you cold?” I was on the diving team and didn’t have a lot of body fat. I wasn’t used to the arctic temperatures of New England. Growing up in Florida made me whine at anything below 50 degrees. Why I’d agreed to move to this god-forsaken region was beyond me but I would have to seriously consider a transfer before the weather really got bad. It was only November and I was practically frost-bitten.
“ Kinda but it’s not that bad. Put on some extra clothes or something.” Just the thought of pulling stiff and cold clothes out of my closet caused a full-body shiver.
“ They’re too cold. What should I do? I seriously think I’m losing feeling in my toes.” I knew what
I wanted to ask but was afraid to say the words. I’d been a boy scout and knew that body heat was the fastest and easiest way to warm up, but I couldn’t exactly suggest that to my roommate and the captain of the wrestling team.
