The Pool Shark

My name is Joe and what I am about to tell you is all true as far as my memory allows. I had spent a long friday at work and was looking forward to unwinding over the upcoming weekend. I had just gotten home when some of my friends called and told me that they were down at Charlie's and did I want to stop down and hang out. Charlie's was our neighborhood bowling lanes. I decided that was just what I needed, to kick back with some friends, shoot pool, and drink some beer. I told Tim that I would be down in about 1/2 hour after I grabbed some grub. About a 1/2 hour later I was down at Charlie's getting my cue picked out and ordering my first beer of the evening. Tim and the gang had already gotten a table so I sat that game out. We shot pool and bullshitted for about 3 hours. I could not help but feel that someone was watching me but, I could not see them. Tim and the guys left around midnight, some lame excuse that they had to get up early. I decided to stick around and polish my game for awhile. I had just racked up the balls and was about to break, when I noticed a pretty Redhead looking at me from across the room. I smiled and nodded at her and went back to my game. I was on a hot streak and was sinking most of my shots. The redhead came over and introduced herself as Tracy and asked if I minded her watching me play. I didn't mind really care. After a few shots, Tracy asked if I could teach her how to shoot pool. I said sure and proceeded to show her how to hold the cue. Tracy was picking up quickly. I suggested that we play a game so that she could get a feel for how to line up her shots. The game went very well considering I had a few beers by now. I beat Tracy by 3 balls. She asked if we could play again this time she wanted to break. I agreed and let her line up. She hit the ball so lightly that she did not even move any of the balls. We both laughed and I ordered another round. I let her try again. Tracy hit the cue ball harder and managed to sink one ball, unfortunately it was the eight ball. I explained to her that she had to sink all of her balls first then she was suppose to sink the eight ball last. She laughed. Tracy suggested that the loser buys the next round of beers. I told Tracy that she could break. I love beer and most of all I love free beer. So I figured that this was a great way to get free beer, I kicked myself for not thinking of it sooner. Tracy lost only by three balls agin. She ordered another round. By this time I was getting pretty buzzed. Tracy suggested that we play again. I was all for that idea, she was pretty cute, and had an awesome figure. I asked her what kind of wager she wanted to make on this game. She thought about it and with a mischievous grin suggested that we play for clothing. I looked at her surprised. Tracy explained that the loser had to go into the bathroom, strip, return and escort the winner out to their car. The winner then would return the loser's clothing at the car. I was thinking that this would be a great opportunity to get a good look at her body. I was fantasizing about seeing her buck naked. I could not help smiling about the looks on the other patron's faces when Tracy escorted me to my car, nude. Based on this idea, I agreed quickly. Tracy said I could break this game. I lined up my shot and broke well. I started to sink a lot of my shots, I was thinking ehat she must look like without any clothes. She looked great in clothes and probably better out of them. I was thinking about that so much that I blew an easy shot. Tracy didn't do bad until she sunk the eight ball instead of the six ball. I smiled at her and said that I would be right here waiting for her return. Tracy turned red and began to squirm. She asked if we could make another wager. I asked her what would that be since she lost all of her clothes already. She thought about it for a minute and then said that she had an idea. Tracy suggested that we wager that the loser of this game would have to arrive at the winner's home tomorrow at nine in the morning and do what ever the winner wanted for the next 24 hours. I told her I would have to think about it for a minute and asked her to get another round of beers. I figured I would let her sweat it out for a few while I fantasized about the idea. My apartment really needed to be cleaned. I figured when I won she could clean the apartment and do the laundry for me. If was then that the idea struck me that she had to do anything I asked, so I started to think about having her wear a sexy French maid's outfit while she was doing this. I daydreamed about Tracy cleaning the apartment in the maid's outfit without panties. I could see her bending down to pick up, and dust and having the skirt ride up exposing her ass and pink pussy lips to me everytime. I was undoubtedly turned on by the idea, which was evident by the tent pole in my jeans. When Tracy returned I told her that I felt bad about accepting the wager, giv9ng her an opportunity to back out of it. She stated that if I thought that she was better than me and wanted to quit while I was ahead she would understand. I was surprised by this tact, and told her "fine the wager is accepted." Just to show I was going to give her a fair shot I told her to break. She lined up her cue with the ball and broke with a resounding smack. That sound will be forever etched in my memory. She proceeeded to sink all of her balls right in a row. She then smiled at me and sunk the eight ball. I had to physically shut my mouth. Tracy looked up at me and grinned wickedly. She said " I must be a fast learner or your a good teacher?" I had no answer to this question. It still had not sunk in that I had lost the wager to her. Tracy walked over, smiled and gave me her address and told me that she looked forward to my arrival. The blood drained from my face. She offered to walk out to my car since it was three in the morning and I had to be at her house by nine. When we reached my car she said she felt sorry for me and unbuttoned her blouse and flashed her breast at me. Despite the shock of losing I have to say that her breasts were magnificent. She told me that she had some work on her deck that needed to be done and to dress appropriately. The six hours flew by like none I had ever known. Around eight in the morning I looked at the address as I started to shave. It was located in the new condominiums which were just built outside of town. I dressed in jeans, sweatshirt, and my work boots. I arrived at her place exactly at nine. As I approached the door I was wondering what she had planned for me. I had some pretty frightening ideas based on what I was planning on having her do if I won. I rang the door bell and waited patiently for her to answer. After a few seconds, I heard her shout down from a window above me to come in she was just getting out of the shower. She told me to sit down and make myself comfortable while she got dressed. I opened the door and entered the ciondo. I preceeded to look around the place. The condo was meticulously clean and organized. I noticed the deck outside through the sliding glass doors. I walked over to it. The deck was large probably 15'x20' with 5 1/2 foot cedar walls surrounding the deck. Based on my visual inspection, I could not fathom what she needed to be done on the deck. I walked over to the couch and sat down and awaited Tracy's arrival tentatively. Tracy walked in from the hallway a few minutes later. She apologized for making me wait but, she had gotten a late start this morning. She asked if I wanted a cup of coffee while we discussed what she wanted me to do first. I accepted the coffee and steeled myself for the worst. Tracy sat down and told me that she had purchased some flower boxes for her deck and wanted me to install them along the walls. This sounded pretty easy. She smiled and said that she wanted my to work with out a shirt since she had always wanted to have a sweaty workman working in her home at her direction. I was relieved at this request. I stood up and removed my shirt and asked where the boxes were so I could begin the project. Tracy directed me outside to a set of stairs leading down from the deck into the Condominium Commons. Stacked at the bottom of the stairs were eight flower boxes. I made two trips getting the boxes under the watchful eyes of Tracy. After about fifteen minutes she went inside for more coffee. I was thinking that this was going to be a snap. She definitely did not have the same ideas as I had in my mind for her. When she returned with her coffee she informed me that she had been thinking about it for a few minutes and decided that what she really would like to have is to have me doing this clad only in my underwear. I looked over at her and she smiled and said clearly " take off the boots and lose the pants." She held out her hand to receive the garments. After I removed my boots and pants she took them and said that I would not be needing these for a while. I could feel the blush forming from my toes to my head. Iwas getting quite aroused by this despite my best efforts not to become aroused. When she returned she sat in a chair on the deck and told me to continue putting the boxes up. My cock by this point was like a tent pole sticking straight up in my underwear. As I bent down to lift the boxes, I was constantly trying to discreetly adjust my rigid member. Tracy noticed my discomfort and asked " Is there something wrong?" sarcastically. I told her that everything was fine. She said it doesn't appear so from her angle and told me she felt that I would be more comfortable in a few minutes. I was lifting the last flower box which was going to be right over where she was sitting. I asked if she wanted to move. Tracy smiled and said she trusted me to not drop it on her. As I was stratching over her head with the box, she reached out and grabbed my underwear and pulled them down. While she was doing this she stated that she would prefer having a naked man working for her. I was surprised by the sudden cool breeze. After I had placed the box over her head I attempted to cover myself with my hands. She smiled and said that until nine tomorrow morning I was all hers. Tracy directed me to put my hamds behind my head so she could get a good look at me. I stood there embrassed, wondering if anyone could see me out here on this deck. Tracy reading my mind said that no one could see me as long as I was on the deck. She stressed the " on the deck" part. My blood pressure rose from that comment. After the boxes were in place she said she wanted me to start the grill. She was in the mood for some thick smocked sausage. I started the grill while she went to get the food. While she was fone I pondered my fate. Obviously she must have the same ideas as I had. She returned with apackage of sausage and a dozen hamburgers. I looked at her quizzically. She just smiled. We went inside while the grill heated up to get some drinks. It was around noon by this time. As we went through the living room she stopped me and grabbed my hard cock in her hands and told me she was going to blindfold me. She reached up and placed a blindfold over my eyes. As she lead me out on to the deck by my balls, I thought I could hear a clinking of metal. She had me back up. I put my hands behind me to avoid tripping over something. She led me back until I felt a fence post against my back. I must be in one of the corners I was thinking. She quickly slipped a pair of handcuffs around my wrist and bound my hands behind me around the post. I tried to free myself but she just laughed. She reached out and began stroking my cock and massaging my balls. She stroked me almost to orgasm the stopped. She wisphered in my ear " I'll bet you really want to cum, don't you/" I responded that I was definitely ready to cum. She released my cock and I could hear her walking away. A few minutes later I heard the door open and could have sworn I heard other people's voices. The blood drained from my cock and face. About 10 minutes later my fears were confirmed. Out on the deck I heard a group of footsteps. Tracy laughingly introduces me as her spoils from last night. Her friends ask her what she merans be that statement. Tracy ells them that she beat me at a game of pool and the loser must submit to the whims of the winner from nine that morning until nine the next morning. Her friends chuckle and say that was unfair since she had never lost a game of pool yet. At that moment I realized I was setup. Tracy asks her friends to have a seat and the barbecue lunch they had planned will be ready shortly. Tracy tells them to feel free to amuse themselves with me. I feel a set of hands reach out and begin caressing my balls and another start playing with my nipples. Tracy warns them that the only rules are that I am not to cum. Tracy tells them that she has other plans for me and does not want me to tired this early. The guests take turns licking my cock and sucking me until I am almost shacking from anticipation. Although each time they stop just before I reach orgasm. Over lunch Tracy is constantly caressing my balls which is causing me to have a permanent erection. They are discussing an upcoming wedding of one of their mutual friends. Tracy is talking about a party she is planning for the bride-to-be. Based on the snippets I am hearing she is planning a wild get together. After about an hour the guests are getting up to leave each thanks Tracy for the excellent lunch and fabulous entertainment. They each grab my balls and give them a good-bye squeeze. After they have left Tracy comes over and asks me if I want to cum. I state that after all of the stimulus I am ready to pop. Tracy agrees to jerk me off. She begins to stroke my cock. As she is doing this she explains that I should enjoy this since this is the last time I am going to cum for a while. Tracy starts to quicken her strokes. My hips start to convulse in time with her stroking action. After a few minutes I orgasm thick and hotly all over myself and Tracy's hand. Tracy reaches her hand up to my mouth and has me lick her hand clean. She whispers into my ear that I should relax because I have a big night ahead of me. I ask her what she is alluding to. Tracy tells me that she is having a party tonight for some friends. She whispers in my ear " a very special party". I then realize that she is talking about the bachelorette party. Tracy leaves me there attached to the post for the next hour alone. Tracy returns around four to tell me she is moving me inside for the party. She moves me inside and attaches my hand cuffs over my head to a metal bar, then she attaches my legs to another bar at my feet. I can hear the turning of a handle and then my arms and legs are spread into a spread eagle position. Tracy removes my blindfold. My eyes take a second to adjust to the darkness. I see that I am attached to some type of metal table. Tracy demostrates that the table is portable by rolling me across the room. She then shows me that the table which is binding my into and upright position can be switched to a horizontal position. Tracy rolls me into another room and tells me to wait patiently for the party is about to begin. She reminds me that she will be blindfolding me before she returns me to the party. Tracy tells me that it will allow her guests to be uninhibited due to their anonymity. Tracy kisses me and walks out of the room and closes the door behind her. After about another hour I hear her guests begin arriving. My cock begins to become erect from anticipation. Another 1/2 hour passes and Tracy comes in to collect me. She notices my cock and comments on how good I am to provide it for her party with being asked. Tracy blindfolds me and rolls me out into the party. Myy entrance is accompanied by cat calls and chuckles. Tracy tells her guests that they can do anything to me except make me orgasm. To insure this edict Tracy attaches a cock ring around my balls which will prevent me from orgasm. The guest can bring me as close as they wnat but i will never go over the edge. About this time, three women come over and each takes a portion of my body and begins stroking me. I hear one of the girls being called Cheryl. Cheryl after some coaxing climbs upon the table and pulls her skirt around her waist. and mounts my face and instructs me to begin licking her pussy until she has had enough. I begin rubbing my tongue around her soft outer lips of her vagina and play with her clit with my tongue until she begins to moan. This draws attention to us and each guest then lines up to have me lick their pussies. After Cheryl is done, another girl mounts my face and I begin again. Tracy leans over into my ear and tells me that there are only fifteen more to go not counting herself. When they have all had their turn my mouth is extremely dry. Tracy pours a beer into my mouth. This burns the scrstches from her guests' pubic hairs scratching against my face. Tracy laughs and decides that what I need is a shot of Jack Daniels. Tracy leaves and returns with a bottle and spreads some around my mouth and lips. I feel like my face is on fire but just say nothing less she decide to do worse. Tracy organizes another party game. Each guest is given a can of whipped cream and hot fudge. Each guest must make a sundae out of my cock and then lick it off. The one who does this the sexiest is declared the winner. The girl Cheryl wins by a landslide. As a prize she mounts my face for another ride. The night is winding down and Tracy announces that the reason that I was not permitted to cum was the bride-to-vbe is to choose the method by which I am allowed to cum. If she decides that I am not to be permitted to cum then that is also allowable. The bride-to-be who turns out to be Cheryl (Her husband is one lucky guy) leans over and tells me to beg for release. AT this point I would do anything to relieve the pressure in my swollen balls. Ceryl decides that she is going to take into the bedroom and relieve me herself. To prove the action she is instructed to bring back a shot glass of cum. Cheryl explains that a shot glass full is a lot to bring back. The guests start chanting and Tracy tells her that she has all night to get the request sample. Cheryl rolls me into the room to the cat calls of the other guests. Cheryl removes the ring and mounts my throbbing cock. She rides me until I explode into her wet pussy. She leans over and tells me that at this rate it will be a long night to fill up a shot glass. Over the next three hours Cheryl milks my cock like a cow's tit. The last orgasm feels like fire and my balls feel like there going to be sucked into my body. I lay on the table in pain and exhausted. Cheryl leaves with her prize to the cheers of the horny and drunk party guests. Tracy enters moments later and tells me to rest up that later she is going to have fun with me. She climbs astride my cock. She leans over to my ear and slips my still erect cock into her vagina and, says " to the victor go the spoils." Tracy begins to ride roughly against my sensitive cock and quickly comes to orgasm. Tracy leans over again and whispers that that was only an appetizer. Tracy whispers " your mine for the rest of the night and tomorrow morning and my friends and I plan to fuck you for all of them or until you pass out from the pain." She rises off my now deflated cock and gives it a kiss. Tracy turns to leave and comes back and places an ice cube under my cock and leaves the room. On the way out she says she will be back before the cube melts and she hopes that I have a hard on by then. She turns off the light and I comtenplate my fate alone in the dark with aquickly melting ice cube under my cock. Tracy returns as promised just as the ice cube slips away from my cock. She is happy because I have a semi-erect cock. As she leans over and takes it into her mouth nad begins to suck on it, I feel her slip the cock ring back on. Tracy stops and smiles saying she doesn't want me to pass out early and miss all of the fun. Around eight in the morning the girls have tortured me enough for their sadistic tastes and Tracy comes into the room and tells me that I am free to go. As she unlocks the restraints I struggle to get up. My cock feels like it has been through a blender. I want to cum so bad but it hurts to even breath on it. I carefully get dressed and gingerly make my way through the gaunlet of women to the front door. As I get in my car I hear my mother's warnings echoing in my ear, "Joey don't talk to strangers" I plan to follow her advice from now on.

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