She didn’t want to have to choose, any one of them would do. Watching them from her perch she sized up their looks and got a good view of their rumps as they leaned across the table to take a shot. The game introduced a new angle for her. No choosing. No deciding which guy had the best chat up line or offered the most physically. The winner of the game would fuck her. Plain and simple. Then a wicked thought crossed her mind. Why just one? Why not two or three? She was up for it. Her soaking pussy was testament to that. Maybe it was the drink but tonight she fancied a real rough and tumble.
Between play the guys took turns to chat her up. She played along and gave each the idea that maybe they had a chance. Benny with the blonde hair? Dave who had the most amazing biceps? Chris with the stud bar through his eyebrow? There was Jezzie, a tall black guy and Craig who was probably the oldest in the party. Then there was Dean, the first to be ruled out of the game. She decided to abide by the rules herself. Dean was out. Unlucky for him.....and her.
She enjoyed the heightened tension within the group as they jostled for position next to her. She felt so horny knowing that their hungry eyes were prowling over her body, gorging on her thighs, playing over her breasts; trying to look down the open cleavage and see more of her luscious conical breasts (someone had told her once that they were unique and incredibly sexy). She knew her nipples were hard and visible through the thin material. Dean’s hazel eyes were fixed on them. She made the most of sliding around on the stool and crossing and uncrossing her legs. Had they seen her? Did one of them catch a glimpse of her soaking brown thatch of pubic hair? All the time she was formulating the plan in her head.
Another guy missed his shot to howls of derision from the others. More beer was consumed and the guys got rowdier and more suggestive with her in their midst. Then another missed his shot and the mathematics were just right. It was time to put her plan into action. With three players left she slipped down off the stool and reached across the table before the guy called Dave could take his shot and snatched up the white cue ball from the table. A cacophony of protests followed. She held her finger to her lips until they all hushed.
“Ok boys.” she said quietly “let’s make this game a little more interesting!” She swept away all the balls bar four and placed the white back on the table.
“Here’s the new rules! You use the black ball as the cue ball and you have to pot the remaining balls” They all started to talk at once and she had to hush them again.
“So, we’ve got Dave, Craig and Benny left in the game.” She continued making sure she had the names right. “Go for it boys and see who pots which of the remaining three balls, the brown, the white or the pink”
Dave started first, but it was several minutes before one of them managed to pot a ball, alcohol and nervous excitement was starting to affect their judgement.
Then finally Benny potted the white ball.
“Normally I’d lose a point for that” he said bewildered, shrugging his broad shoulders.
“Just wait ‘til the end of the game” she said huskily, planting a kiss full on his lips, much to the delight of the watching crowd. “I’ll explain when all the balls are down”
Deftly Craig followed, immediately planting the pink sweetly in the side pocket. It took Dave another three shots to finally squeeze the brown into the bottom corner pocket.
“Ok!” Benny called “So how do we tell who won?” the voices were raised again and she waited patiently for the din to die down.
“All three are winners!” she announced to their puzzled faces. She felt the swell of anticipation grasp her body, stifling her breath and her clitoris was literally pulsating at the thought of what she was about to do.
“Benny put down the white ball.” she smiled broadly displaying a pearly white set of teeth. “He gets to fuck my mouth.” she announced to a crescendo of approving cheers. She was exhilarated by her own effrontery. How could she stand there before this rabble announcing her own fate? She took a deep breath.
“Craig put in the pink ball. He gets to fuck my pussy.”
Wild whoops and yelps chorused around the room. Again she waited for calm.
“Dave potted the brown ball” she said, feeling her cheeks burn as she prepared for the unimaginable conclusion to the sentence. “He gets to fuck my ass!”
More noise followed and the winners were being slapped on the back as the nervous laughter rippled around the room. She held out her arms offering herself to the three stunned faces of the winners.
“So, do you wanna fuck me or not?”
No further invitation was necessary. Dave scooped her up in his thick strong arms and spilled her down upon the green baize of the snooker table. A whoop of noise rose up as she landed with some abasement, legs akimbo, skirt askew and attention drawn to her dark bush. Craig and Benny leapt up onto the table and unceremoniously tugged her blouse off over her head. Her pert breasts sprang free to reveal her hard stiff nipples. Dave now clambered onto the table and single-handedly lifted her up and turned her over, balancing her across his strong arms. It was getting a little rough now and she was just starting to enjoy herself. From her elevated position in his arms she watched as Craig lay back on the table and pulled his stiff cock from his trousers. Benny unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers to his ankles. His circumcised cock was already rigid too and she wondered at its size, not sure that it wouldn’t have been put to better use elsewhere.
Dave then swung her around in his arms and lowered her down onto her hands and knees over Craig’s prostrate body. Before Dave had even released his grip, Craig had clamped his mouth over one of her breasts and was zestfully sucking on an erect nipple. Benny knelt down before her and offered up his cock to her mouth. She took it without pause closed her red lips around its girth and drew the hard yet silky flesh into her mouth.
Below, Craig had now found her cunt and was sliding the head of his tool along the length of her slit trying to locate his target. Her wetness was not making his task any easier and she had to use a hand to guide him in. She sank down onto him and drove his hot stiff cock into her as deep as she could.
Sucking desperately on Benny’s swollen glans; she twisted her tongue around his engorged helmet, taking in as much of him as she could. Craig was holding still beneath her and for a moment she was puzzled. Then behind her she heard the sound of Dave’s zip and felt his strong hands grasp the globes of her buttocks. A loud cheer of encouragement went up and several pairs of hands came to his assistance holding her cheeks wide apart. The head of Dave’s cock nudged against the puckered entrance to her anus. She felt him pressing against her several times, pushing harder each time. She suddenly wished she had some lubrication handy but Dave made the most of the moisture that had been steadily dripping down her thighs since she entered the room and with a short, sharp burning sensation he drove into her. In response Craig thrust hard into her pussy to meet the spasm of her muscles and Dave pressed home his solid length.
Her mind swam with a myriad of thoughts. She tried to picture herself up on that table. What must it look like? How fucking horny was she? What was she capable of? If only she could take another cock somewhere else! She wanted it. She wanted to be fucked mercilessly. Her clitoris throbbed and her heart pounded in her chest as she savoured the sensation of the three probing cocks filling her. It made her feel slightly light headed. She was stretched in every orifice. Struggling to take them all at once but determined to see it through. It was what she wanted. What she deserved she told herself. You want to be a slut? A whore? Then taking it you bitch and stop whining!
Then suddenly all thought was lost to her as the three started to fuck her in earnest, building a combined rhythm. She could hear the gargled groans of pleasure that emanated from her as if from some far off distant place as Benny thrust his massive organ deeper and deeper into her throat and Craig and Dave pounded against her body in alternating savage thrusts. Her head swooned as she felt the cock in her arse testing her, stretching her while
Dave’s groin slapped hard against her buttocks as he drove his manhood home in long, slow, thrusts. In contrast Craig was pounding furiously into her pussy, awash with her juices, crushing his groin hard against her clitoris trying to penetrate her deeper and deeper still. All the while she salivated over Benny’s wide rod, lashing her tongue and attempting not to gag as he grasped a handful of hair and held her head now rocking his hips back and forth.
Hands ranged over her body, grasping at her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking her thighs. For a moment she opened her eyes and saw the lustful faces surrounding her, gorging on the sight presented before them. She was squealing now, almost like a pig. She didn’t know how much more she could take but she knew she never wanted it to stop.
Suddenly Dave clutched her buttocks with his powerful fingers and thrust harder and deeper than he had before. She knew at once what was happening and, at the same time as feeling his hot cum splash the walls of her passage, an almighty orgasm of her own exploded from somewhere deep inside her. Her contractions tipped the balance and she felt Craig’s pounding length suddenly break it’s rhythm and spit his thick ejaculate into her womb. Risking her balance she grasped the shaft of Benny’s tool and sunk it’s bulbous head into her throat, sucking deeply. A second later she felt him stiffen and then buck in her mouth. His contractions ran through her fingers and she swallowed hurriedly as his warm salty load filled her mouth.
She collapsed in a heap on the table and for a few minutes more prying fingers helped themselves to her most intimate places whilst she gasped breathlessly, waiting for her body to recover and her composure to return. She was heedless to their touch, too exhausted to respond or refuse them.
A riotous round of applause rang around the room and as her finally found herself able to focus on her surroundings again. She slowly brought herself up into a sitting position. The baize is fucked! She thought to herself with a chuckle as she watched cum dribble out from inside her onto the green cloth. Her tongue probed at the salty taste on her lips
“Ok!” she said, still short of breath “Now for the runners up prizes!”
Home Alone
It was two days prior, laying in bed together on Sunday morning that they had discussed their next “session”. Last time had been Danny’s turn. This time it was hers and as they rolled around in the sheets together getting turned on they talked over ideas that got their juices flowing. Danny breathing in her ear had suggested she give him some ideas.
“That’s easy, you know what I like! Just tie me up and blindfold me and whatever you come up with will work for me.” She giggled into his chest, sliding her body over him and trapping his stiffening cock between her thighs. Her mind went back to their last “session” when she had taken Danny out on a train journey and, finding a semi empty carriage she had given him a blowjob as they stop/started through the suburbs all the way into the city. Fortunately it hadn’t been too busy and she’d managed to keep him from coming until the train was approaching the final station.
On Monday they were sat in the kitchen when Danny had said he had a plan.
“Tell me!” Michelle purred.
“Well, now you know that’s...” just then the front door pushed open and the postman poked his head around the door forcing Danny to stop mid sentence.
He shuffled in and dropped some letters on the table in the hallway.
“Morning Alan.” Michelle called down the hallway to the postman. They were used to Alan letting himself in and dropping the mail off on the hall table. He had been their postman for six years and they trusted him. Danny would often have a drink with him down the pub. He was fairly good looking but quite shy. He had an odd shuffle too when he walked that always made Michelle chuckle. He would shuffle in, drop the mail and shuffle on out again without disturbing them. Occasionally she would invite him in for a cup of coffee but Alan would only take her up on the offer if Danny was at home.
Alan was in his forties she guessed but she joked that he was older by the way he shuffled everywhere, never seeming to feel the need of a change of pace. He turned and smiled at the pair raising his hand in a wave.
“Morning, just a couple of bills I’m afraid. Nothing exciting.” He chuckled to himself and shuffled out of the door again closing it gently behind him.
“So?” Michelle said watching the door close “What have I let myself in for tomorrow?”
“Well,” Danny said taking up where they had left off “I went on line and ordered a very nice new toy for you from that website we looked at.” She raised her eyebrows “and it should be here tomorrow. So I have a few plans – which I’m not going to let on to before you ask – but I think you’ll like it.”
Michelle giggled. “Is it the one I was looking at?”
“I’m not telling. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“But aren’t you out tomorrow? You have to pick up that part for your PC don’t you?”
“Yes, but it should only take about 20 minutes. And anyway, that’s factored into my plan.” He said with an edge of deviousness.
“And what am I wearing for this?” She asked.
“Whatever you choose. You won’t be leaving the house.” He said. “This is strictly at home and in private.”
The next morning after showering Michelle came down the stairs to find Danny already in the kitchen. She was wrapped in a towel and Danny was quick to put his arms around her and let his hands wander beneath the folds of material.
“So, how do you want me?” Michelle asked.
“Ok...” Danny pondered, standing back to look her up and down. “I’m gonna go for the black basque and stockings”.
“The black one with purple ribbon?” She asked. Danny nodded.
“The one that just goes around under your boobs, and fishnets, don’t forget to wear your fishnets.” They kissed and Michelle let the towel drop to the kitchen floor. “Or maybe....” Danny said feeling the urge rising within him.
“Ugh, ugh.” Michelle weaved away from him “This is my turn remember. No wasting it before we’ve even got started.”
She slipped away upstairs and went to the bedroom to dress. She could already feel herself getting moist from anticipation. She sorted out the requested items from her bottom drawer and dressed in front of the mirror. After deciding to tie her hair back in a pony tail she observed herself, twisting from side to side in the mirror. The basque lifted her breasts and her bare nipples already looked stiff. The fishnets accentuated the section of her body that was uncovered between the top of her thighs and the bottom of the basque - the clear area of shaven pink flesh folding delicately in the V between her legs. Her butt looked cute and firm. She applied some make-up and in a moment of devilment decided to add an extra touch.
Then she slipped downstairs again and strode into the lounge with a sway of her hips and her lips in a pout. She stood behind Danny as he was unpacking things from their bag of toys. He turned to look at her and immediately stood straight.
“You like?” Michelle purred.
“Oh I like.” He said. His eyes took in the vision of her in the basque and stockings, heels completing the set, but he was drawn immediately to the carefully scribed words that she had written in lipstick across the bare flesh of her stomach. Fuck Me – it said – with an arrow pointing down to her pussy.
Danny laughed. “I like a lot, you little slut.”
“Oh but sir! I’m not a slut!” Michelle played along. “Just a little reminder of what I expect today, in case you forget.”
“Well, I’m not so sure” He said affecting a doubtful tone. “How can I leave the house and know that you won’t be off out as soon as I’m gone, fucking everything that moves?”
“I don’t know sir. I do feel kind of frisky.”
Danny said that he would have to make sure that she stayed put while he was gone – knowing that her slutty tendencies were likely to lead her astray. There was only one thing for it and that was to tie her up in a way that would prevent her from
wandering off.
Reaching into the bag, he produced a rope and bound her wrists together. Then fishing out two more he tied one each to her ankles. He then took out a silk scarf and blindfolded her before instructing her to lay on the rug.
This she did, flat on her back with her head towards the big oak sideboard and her legs towards the window. Danny then took the ends of the rope tied to her wrists, lifting her arms back over her head so that they lay either side and tied them off around the leg of the side board pulling them taught. Then he took one of the ankle ropes and tied that tightly around the leg of the heavy table pulling her left leg out at an angle. Finally the other rope he pulled towards the sofa and, dragging her right leg wider and wider tied it firmly around the leg.
Michelle sighed with arousal. “Ooh, that feels so good.” She lay spread now, her glistening labia peeled apart and feeling the sensation of the air temperature against her naked flesh. She heard Danny rifling in the toy bag again and waited in anticipation. He knelt near her head and then feeling the gag touch her lips she instinctively lifted her head as he threaded the straps beneath her hair and fastened it behind her head.
“Comfortable?” He asked.
“Mmmm, gggggh!”
“Good” Danny laughed. He took a moment to take in the sight. Blindfolded and gagged, breasts bare and her legs spread wide apart he knew how much she would be enjoying this. “Now for the piece de resistance” He announced.
Michelle heard the puffing of a pump on a bottle top and then felt a cold splat of liquid fall onto her pussy. She flinched but was surprised at how little she could move. Danny had tied her well. The liquid ran down between her lips as it started to pool in her anus she felt one of Danny’s fingers probe against the puckered skin. The butt plug – she thought – he’s going to use the butt plug. It sent a shiver of excitement through her.
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