Fucked
by Trinity, Copyright 1999
Decision time... If I bent over the pool table to take this shot, there would be no way out. My earlier wardrobe decisions had ensured that I would have my choice of cocks tonight, but this was the deciding moment. The moment where I might lose control of the situation. You see, I had not put on any panties under my tiny skirt. I was aware of my decision all night long, and looking at the men I had been teasing for the past couple of hours, I think they suspected it too. They were just waiting for an opportunity find out, and I was winning the game.
I bent at the waist. Feeling my skrit rise up over my ass, and the cool air on my already wet pussy, was too much. I spread my legs a bit more for stability, lined up the cue with the ball, and I heard a low whistle. I smiled to myself, and drove the cueball home, sinking my shot. At that very moment, I felt a warm hand on my ass, and another on my back, holding me down. As the hand on my ass moved towards my pussy I heard the man say "You are a very very bad girl..." As he dipped a finger into my wet hole he continued " to come down here, and play like that, you are much better than you said you were. Now we will play a different game." He slipped another finger deep into my cunt, and I began to feel the thrill, the churning deep in my stomach. I pushed back at him, trying to push his fingers a little deeper. CRACK! I felt the sting before I heard the noise as his other hand came down hard on my ass. "I will make the rules, and you will be a good girl for this game. Don't do that again!"
He was the man I had been dating for about three weeks, and the other three men, were his friends, Andy, Jim, and Tom.
"Now the way I figure it, you came down here to hustle us, and you nearly did, but you have been caught at your own game, and now you will pay." I looked to the door and he must have followed my eyes. "Andy, lock the door." he said, as his hand moved to my back again and pressed me into the table. I struggled lightly and the other two boys laughed. He said "Not to be cliché, but we can do this the esay way or the hard way. Understand?" I nodded. He said "good, now I am going to let you up, when I do take off the leather jacket and let us see what you are wearing under there." How did he know? Tonight, I very carefully selected my attire based on my needs. Nothing extraneous. I was only wearing a garter belt and stockings under my jacket and skirt.
I stood up straight, lifted my chin, unzipped my jacket, and let it fall to the floor, with my back to him. "I told you so Jim!" he said "I can spot a slut from a hundred yards." His hands moving up my sides now, cupping my breasts, and pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I winced in a bit of pain as it shot right to my pussy, encouraging my need to be taken by this man. He pushed me back over the side of the table, bending me at my hips and spreading my feet with kicks of his large boot. Andy brought over two long cues, using some rope they lashed my ankles to either end of one of the cues, and my wrists to either end of the other cue, right across the back of my shoulder blades. My legs were spread, and my arms were useless... This was gong to be good.
I felt the tip of his hard cock press against my engoreged lips, running up and down in their moisture, spreading them wide. He searched for the spot, and as the pressure increased, my lips parted, welcoming his hard cock deep into my cunt. He paused at full penetration for a moment, and my pussy began to relax just has he began to slide out again. He continued with long, slow thrusts, never taking his cock completely out of me, always leaving the head firmly inside. Each thrust pressed me forward a bit on the table, and each withdrawal pulled me back again. My nipples stiffened as they rubbed across the felt of the table. He kept plunging deep into me, over and over again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm but not letting me cross into bliss.
After three missed orgasms, I was going crazy... I needed to cum, and I needed it badly. He gave one last deep hard thrust, and pulled all the way out. "No!" I yleped as his hand came down hard on my ass. "My Rules, remember?" I nodded yes. Together Andy and Tom flipped me over on the table, taking care to make sure their rough hands rubbed across my breasts at least once. Tying the ends of the cues down to the legs of the table, I was now spread across the table, naked, except for my garter, stockigs, and heels. He said to the others "lets go get some burgers and see if this slut has cooled down by the time we return.
They all left the room and went up the stairs... I could hear their foot steps as they left the house, with me in it, stewing in my jucies... (more to come)