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Eight Ball
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She seemed to change almost dramatically from the moment she put
on the outfit. More sensual. Almost animalistic. She swayed
and glided as she moved, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that
she felt more alive and incredibly sexy. It was a simple design
in black and silver. A chemise style top with spaghetti straps,
fringed as it neared her waist. It allowed her natural cleavage
to show nicely. The skirt was a wrap around with a single snap
closure. Knee length but fringed up about nine inches to show
off her legs just enough. Underneath was only the black garter
belt and matching stockings. Then there were the shoes. The
shoes were originally the focal point. Four inch black satin
spikes with a bow at the heel. Scattered rhinestones covered the
bow and below that was a strip of black fringe and rhinestones.
The overall look pleased her. She considered making some minor
changes such as seamed stockings and red lipstick and matching
nail polish but decided that was a little too cheap looking. Her
shoulder length blonde hair was lightly curled on the ends and
hung free as did her breasts. Her makeup was understated, but
effectively made her blue eyes seem even larger than usual.
As she strolled into the hotel bar the few women present looked
at her with a mixture of admiration an shock. Several men were
seen staring at her unashamedly. There was no mistaking their
thoughts as the squirmed in their seats.
She walked directly to the back to the pool tables and looked at
the men already playing and those waiting their turn. One man in
particular caught her eye. He was conservative looking in
appearance but the expression on his face was appreciation
personified. He had just finished clearing the table and softly
said, "I could use a partner if you'd like to join me."
She simply nodded her head in reply. The cocktail waitress
approached and smiled as she murmured, "Nice."
"Bourbon on the rocks, with a twist, please." commented the
blonde as she smiled acknowledgement of the compliment.
"Break?", he enquired.
"No."
He seemed a bit distracted as he broke and made two solids and
one stripe. His turn ended after only one more shot. Their
competition was two middle aged men who appeared to be business
associates. The older of the two went first and made one shot
but missed on his next attempt.
Her partner handed her his cue and smiled. She carefully studied
the layout and crossed to the other side of the table measuring
the angle to the pocket. The six slid dead center in the corner
pocket and the cue stayed perfectly positioned for the following
shot. A bank to the center pocket seemed to impress the other
team. Or perhaps it was the view of her breasts as she bent over
the table. One wiped his brow and exhaled most audibly as she
continued. One more shot was good but she missed the next. Her
partner smiled again and nodded raising one eyebrow in
appreciation of her efforts.
The game was over quickly as the opposition missed and her
partner cleared the remaining balls. She sipped her drink and
swayed slowly to the music. He came closer to her and she slowly
looked him up and down. "Do you like what you see?"
"Most definitely."
"Care to play again here, or should we go elsewhere?"
"Let's leave now."
He grabbed his sportcoat and left a generous tip and followed her
silently. They took the elevator to the fourth floor and entered
room 428. He quickly dialed room service and ordered a bottle of
Jack Daniels. Then he turned and wrapped his arms around her and
kissed her fully on the lips. Her tongue searched his open mouth
and was greeted with equal passion. His hands roamed her body,
one softly playing with her breast as they continued the kiss.
She pressed against his lean body and felt his erection press
against her.
He moved one strap from her shoulder and exposed her tit. His
mouth moved to suckle her breast and she moaned with pleasure.
His teeth bit at her playfully and his other hand cupped her ass.
They were startled when the waiter knocked. She turned her back
to the door leaving herself exposed as he took the tray from the
waiter and handed cash to the young man.
"Thirsty?"
"Only for you."
He returned to her caress and moved her skillfully backward to
the bed where she landed almost gracefully. He pressed against
her again and resumed his repast at her tit. She kissed his hair
and whispered, "I want you now."
"Patience, my sweets."
But he broke from her breast and moved down her body to breathing
her scent. He lifted the skirt and pressed his face to her
exposed pussy. He kissed her lips and licked her quickly causing
her to gasp. The he settled in to suck her clit. She pulled the
top down and rubbed her tits almost harshly as he nibbled and
licked and sucked her, until she was gasping for air. Her juices
dripped from her and he thrust his tongue in her canal and
sucked them up as best her could but she continued to spill
more as he took her higher and higher.
He moved back to her clit as used his fingers to fuck her. She
groaned and moaned in delight as he continued to eat her. The
stimulation was almost more than she could take and she begged
him to take her now. Her pleas were ignored and he caused her to
cum over and over until she bordered on passing out. He pulled
away and allowed her to rest while he undressed. She felt him
leave the bed and heard him open the bottle.
As he approached her again he softly said, "Take off the outfit."
She squirmed out of the top and pulled the skirt off quickly.
"Now, on your knees, whore."
Without comment she assumed the position as requested. She felt
the liquid as he poured it over her ass and enjoyed the way it
dripped down her crack. He moved to lick up what he could and
she leaned further forward, her head now on the bed. He was
spreading her ass cheeks and using something slippery on her
asshole now. She still felt as thought she was vibrating from
the many orgasms and was willing to give him any latitude he
desired. As he pressed his steel hard shaft to her opening she
press back against him. He felt the silkiness of her stockings
against his legs. He was gentle with her and allowed her to
control the penetration of her ass. Slowly she began to adjust
to the intrusion of his cock and begged him to go deeper.
He wanted to ram into her but controlled himself and prolonged
the release of his desire. One hand supported him and the other
searched out her clit to please her again. He was going deeper
and deeper until he was all the way into her tight hot ass. His
fingers stroked her as he began to thrust and withdraw with
precise movements.
She moaned with pleasure and urged him on. He didn't disappoint
her as he plunged and pulled back over and over. She squealed as
she felt him ram faster and another orgasm took her. He could
last long and he knew it but he kept her at the plateau for as
long as he could before he allowed the massive jolt to shake his
entire body. He stayed inside her as he leaned against her back
while he recovered.
His cock was withering as he pulled it out, kissing her back and
rolling off to her side. She moved toward him and cuddled close
as she whispered, "Happy Birthday, Shawn, my love. Was it what
you wanted?"
"Exactly, baby. You were great. My fantasy was realized, thank
you."
And they kissed deeply again knowing that the guys left behind in
the bar were probably still wondering how much it cost him to
play pool that night.
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