I was at a pool hall and there were several games of billiards going on. I really love watching men do what they’re good at – it doesn’t really matter what it is. I find proficiency a turn on.
So I’m sitting at the bar, and the guy next to me asks me if I’d like to play a game of pool with him. My daddy taught me how to shoot when I was little, and I’m pretty damn good if I do say so myself. I said sure and we picked up our drinks and got off our stools.
“There’s one catch,” he said.
“Oh?” I asked.
“Well, there’s a private room in the back and that’s where we’re going. And…” he paused, looking me up and down, “I’d like to offer you a little wager.”
As we made our way back to the room, he put his hand on my shoulder, and slowly moved it down until it was resting on the top of my ass. “I have to warn you, I’m probably going to kick your butt,” I sassed.
“I think I’d probably enjoy that,” he laughed. “Winner gets a sexual favor… deal?”
“Oh, well… I hope you’re good with your tongue,” I replied.
We entered the room and he closed the door and said, “I think it would only be fair to tell you I’ve played in a lot of tournaments and I don’t think you could beat me unless I let you.” He pulled the rack off the balls and picked up a cue. “Mind if I break?”
“By all means, go ahead,” I responded.
His break was clean and explosive. He sunk five balls and smiled at me.
I decided I needed an advantage. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and opened it, letting him get a look at my cleavage.
He walked to the opposite side of the table. “9 ball in the corner,” and shot it into the pocket.
I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. Then I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it.
“You don’t play fair. 11 in the side.” He tapped the intended pocket with his cue and took his shot. And missed.
I laughed and walked to him and reached for the cue. I slid a finger into my wet pussy and ran it across his lips. “I’m going to clean up the table now, and afterwords, you’re going to get on your knees and lick me until I cum in your mouth.”