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Pool Table Pleasures (mf, oral, anal, toys, bareback)

I left the door unlocked for him with a note in an envelope taped to the door inviting him to come right in. I was dressed in very little, save my nude colored fishnet thigh highs, golden strappy stilettos, white crystal and pearl-assented assettes and a matching see-through lace bra. I wore my gold filigree nipple enhancers on my very engorged nipples, easily visible through the lace of my bra. The temperature was quite toasty with the fire roaring in the fireplace and, though the wind whipped and whistled outside, it was nearly tropical in the great room. Rich, soulful music played through the stereo.

I climbed onto the pool table and reclined with my head near the edge of the table on a towel that I'd rolled up for placement under my neck. I folded the top edge of the lace of my bra downward on each cup to expose my swollen nipples for his pleasure. I placed the fur-lined blindfold over my eyes to heighten all other senses. I ran my hands downward over my sensitive nipples and over my torso to the edge of my panties and felt the heat radiating upward. I was already dripping wet with need and eager to have his hands and mouth on me. I quivered in anticipation of what nastiness would transpire today knowing there were no limits to our play.

I heard his car pull into the driveway and my heart began to race. A trickle of wetness ran down from my pussy lips as my muscles squeezed in anticipation. A shiver ran down my spine and my nipples hardened even more. He opened the front door and paused, listening for me. I heard him unbuckle his belt, pull down the zipper and heard his jeans fall to the floor. Still silent, he slowly started to climb the stairs.

He got to the top of the stairway and paused as if scanning the room. I could feel the heat of his eyes on me and I heard the flick of a lighter and then a slow exhale. I could smell his scent, musky and intoxicating. I could smell the skunky scent of his lit joint and then he was next to the pool table.

?Hello, my kitten,? he greeted me and put the joint to my lips. I drew in the rich smoke and held it in my lungs. Before I could exhale, he lightly touched the tip of each of my nipples with a fingertip and then flicked each protruding sensitive nipple and if flicking a piece of lint from his lapel. My nipples tingled and my quickly drew in a sharp inhale. Before I could take another breath in, he did it again, harder. As I began to quiver below him, he trailed his fingertips ever so lightly from the edge of the lace of my bra and the swell of my tits and then downward over my tummy and to the edge of the triangle of white lace of my panties.

?Let me see,? he directed, and I spread my legs open as instructed. He continued to trail his fingertips down my legs, starting at the wide edge of lace at the top of my fishnets and ending at my feet, clad in 5-inch golden stilettos. He paused and drew a hit on the joint again. As he exhaled, his hands began to trail upward and he didn't stop until he was once again at the end of the pool table near my head. He put the joint once more to my lips and I drew a hit from it, holding it in.

He paused for a moment and then he took a tit hard and full in his large hand. Squeezing hard, I responded, arching up and giving myself to him. He kept a hold and then took the other just as roughly. He had a way of making my breasts feel a part of me, connected to each and every nerve ending in my body, a grip on me that announced that he could handle me any way he wanted. The toughness in his hands felt good. I wanted so badly for him to just take me. It sent a streak of pure lust through my body, ending in my pussy tightening with each pull and push he gave. He bent then to the left nipple and, with only his teeth, he removed the nipple enhancer and then bent to the right nipple and did the same. My nipples were rock hard and waiting for more.

He moved his fingers to each nipple and grasped them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing. I moaned at his touch. I wanted more. He squeezed my tits hard together with both hands and managed to get both flushed brownish-pink points in his mouth. I pushed upward to him as he sucked my nipples hard into his mouth, teeth and tongue alternately nibbling, pulling and flicking. My left hand reached to grasp the rail of the pool table and my right hand found my swelling clit. He released his hands from my tits and allowed his teeth maintain their grip on my nipples as they slowly slid from between his teeth. When they were released, my nipples throbbed and burned with a tingling that made me even wetter.

He put his left hand under my head, urging me to scoot toward him so that my head and neck were off the edge of the pool table, and removed my blind fold. There before my eyes was his engorged cock curving upward only inches from my mouth. I took my nipples between my own thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. I saw his cock twitch upward in approval and desire. He grabbed a fistful of my hair at the base of my skull and pulled my head toward him. He didn?t need to ask; my mouth was open and waiting.

He pushed nearly half of his lovely cock into my mouth and pulled my head down and back so that he could push again. The second time he pushed even more of his cock into my mouth, rapidly becoming larger and harder, curving upward, head swelling. The third time he pulled my head back toward him, he made sure more than just my mouth felt it and he pushed as much of himself into my throat as would fit, pinning my head to him. I could feel his cock lengthening and hardening in my throat and I struggled to adjust my throat to accommodate him. He kept his cock deep, pushing his hips forward and holding them in that position. He didn?t seem to care too much as to whether or not I could accommodate him. I liked that about him. He proceeded to fuck my mouth roughly and deeply, not pulling back more than an inch before thrusting forward. Holding the back of my head firmly, he drove his curving cock in and out of my mouth and throat.

When he paused again, he held his cock deeply in my throat. My throat began to gag and clench onto his base. He didn't immediately withdraw but kept his cock buried for a bit longer, sensing my craving to have his cock deep in my throat. He pulled out of my throat halfway and then slammed it back in over and over. Gagging or not, he knew I adored having him deep in my throat and began to rock his hips, slowly at first and gradually increasing his tempo, forcefulness and depth, as my hunger for him became animalistic.

He fucked my face as if it was my pussy and then leaned forward to move the edge of my damp panties, exposing my glistening pussy lips. He spread my lips then and began to suck and lick my clit. When I dared to even slightly gag, he nibbled hard on my clit. That certainly distracted me from the gagging momentarily and, to be honest, he knew I liked it when he was a little less than gentle with my clit. Gentle licking was only a tease to me. He paused from his attack on my clit momentarily and, as he did so, he pushed his cock further into my throat continuing to rock his hips toward me.

I loved how he gave me his cock in my mouth clear up to his balls, which were now smacking against my face. What he was doing to my clit was amazing, too. The nibbling was making me squirm and grind my hips. He reached down to hold onto the back of my head and pulled my head up as he slammed down into my face. He paused occasionally only to allow me to swallow and take a gulp of air before he continued in his assiduous attempt to make me gag and contract my throat muscles around the base of his cock. He had to really push to be sure to get the full length of his cock down my throat.

Gawd, I loved how he used my face. I grabbed his ass with both hands and helped him fuck my face even deeper, not caring how much he was gagging me. He took one hand from his hold on my head and began to drum his fingers rapidly against my clit. I squirmed with pleasure and he pushed harder into my face. I felt a sharp slap to my exposed clit and a muffled cry escaped me though he was buried deeply in my throat. When I gagged hard, he rewarded me with a slightly harder smack on my clit. I shook under him each time, from the gag or the slap; I really couldn't distinguish anymore. I loved how he took over me.

He grabbed the shaft of my clit between his thumb and forefinger and wiggled my clit back and forth ever so slightly. A moan escaped me. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and told me to get off the pool table. I sat up and turned my body to face him, lowering my stocking clad legs off the edge off the table. My stilettoed feet were placed to the outside of his legs, my legs wide.

He reached his hand upward and slipped two fingers into my sloppy pussy and began to tilt them upward and toward him, expertly wiggling them against my g-spot in a nearly come-hither motion. My wetness was squishing around and I could feel that familiar rapid build-up as he wiggled his hand and moved his fingers against my special spot. My moans became louder. The moans turned to a keening of sorts. My pussy began to reflexively spasm and clench over and over and felt myself begin to cum. My head whipped back, my mouth in an O.

I went over the edge and I exploded, my juices shooting out like geysers, pouring down his forearm and splashing onto his face, his chest and the carpet beneath us. He raised a hand to his face and wiped my juices from his cheek. He continued to wiggle his hand and fingers throughout and, just as I thought the squirting had slowed, he began wiggling really fast again and I started screaming and squirting again, my mouth again wide, head again thrown back. I could feel my cum raining down my legs and onto my feet. My entire body quivered uncontrollably as I was wracked by the intensity of my orgasm. He left his hand there, fingers in my twitching pussy as my quaking slowed and watched me as I moaned with my eyes closed and lips parted, sucking shallow breaths in.

He slowly started to pull his fingers from my throbbing pussy, giving a slight wiggle here and there as I twitched and squeezed my pussy around his fingers. I cried out when his fingers were completely free and held on hard to the edge of the pool table to steady my quivering thighs.

He stood then and I felt his hand cupping me. I heard a sound and opened my eyes, bringing my head forward and saw him flicking the top off a container of lube he held in his hand. He turned the bottle upside down and a steady stream fell to his hand. He closed the top to the lube and reached behind me. I heard the familiar chiming vibration of the latex-coated vibro-balls and he lowered the three connected balls into the hand that was between my legs.

He eased the balls into my pussy, one by one, keeping his eyes glued to mine, watching my reaction to the cold lube and the balls slipping into me. When the last of the three balls was inside, he wiggled his fingers and smiled as he saw the corners of my mouth curl upward at the sensation of him wiggling his fingers and making the balls chime and vibrate against each other. He wiped the lube from his hands and fingers with the towel that had been under my neck earlier. I stood still, legs spread wide, and leaned against the edge of the table.

He smiled then and grabbed me by the nipples and pulled. ?Here kitty, kitty,? he teased as he led me by my taut hard nipples over toward the fireplace where he sat down on the couch and lowered me by my nipples to my knees in front of him. He pulled, guiding me by the nipples and brought his face to mine. He kissed me then, our mouths soft, our nibbles light and exploring. I was breathing hard and his hold on my nipples was exquisite. He didn't hold on so hard that I pulled back but he certainly did let me pull back either. If I moved in the slightest, he pinched and held just a little bit tighter. I was nearly panting with need. I wanted his cock in me. I jerked and made him squeeze each nipple a little harder. I felt the jingle of the vibro-balls in my pussy again. My pussy squeezed onto them and their chiming ceased.

He moved toward me then, moving me back and upward by my nipples. Switching hands, he turned me around and grabbed my nipples again. He held me firmly against him and I felt his cock deliciously hard and straining against the flesh of my buttock. He lowered his head to my neck and nibbled hard on the tender flesh. My ass pushed back at his cock. He licked and nibbled harder as I leaned my head toward his shoulder exposing more of my neck to him. He removed one hand from my nipples and took hold of his cock. Rubbing his swollen and dripping head against my crack, he sought my puckered asshole.

He other hand tweaked my nipple hard and then released it as he moved to place his hand in the middle of my shoulder blades and making me bend over by the waist. My arms held me up and bent, my hands on the leather of the couch before me. He knelt to the floor behind me and he grasped my hips with his hands.

I felt his tongue exploring the inner lips of my pussy, my clit, dipping into my pussy before licking up towards my asshole. I moaned as his hands held me firmly and his tongue circled slowly around my asshole. I could not move away as my position made that impossible. I was held tight. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin around my asshole, circling it, probing it with the tip. My moans of pleasure became louder. As his tongue breached my asshole, his fingers thrusted into my pussy and I shuddered in response, first one, then two, then three fingers. Thrusting in and out of me, hitting the vibro-balls each time he thrust. His fingers made me push my hips back to take more of them as he continued to tongue my asshole.

"Oh you like that, don't you? You're such a greedy girl," he mocked.

He stood then, breathing heavily behind me. Grasping my hips, he held them tightly as I felt the tip of his cock press against my asshole. I tried to wriggle, but was held too tightly. My wiggling seemed to spur him on, encouraging his attempts. He pressed forward again, his cock slippery against my asshole. The muscles of my asshole softened more with each push against it and I ground my hips toward him. He moved his cock so that it pushed firmly against my wettened asshole which was now opening itself wider, trying to draw him towards into me. I started to clasp the tip of his cock, as if my ass had lips, and then his cock slid slowly back as my asshole squeezed closed again. Again he pushed, this time angling a bit upward and the tip of his cock forced its way into my little asshole. I moaned loudly as he held it there with just his head in me.

My ass tightly gripped the tip of his cock. He continued to push forward slowly, taking more and more of my ass as his. Through the thin membrane between my ass and pussy, both of us felt his cock bump and slide past the first, second and then third of the vibro-balls he'd buried in my pussy.

I felt so stretched and full and I wondered how much more of his cock I could take in my ass. As if hearing my thoughts, he pulled me by the hips back roughly to bury his cock deeply in my ass. He left it deep, thighs pressed against mine as I squeezed and squirmed on his base.

Reaching around my thigh and between my legs, he worked two fingers back into my pussy began rubbing my clit with his palm as he intruded further into my ass. As his cock swelled, lengthened and thickened in my ass, he began to wiggle the vibro-ball with his fingers against my sensitive g-spot. I was moaning and pleading, but he didn't stop pushing. My ass was full with every inch of his cock and my pussy was full with his wiggling fingers and the vibro-balls. I felt his balls against my pussy and knew that I was filled to the rim with him.

He paused then and let out a huge sigh, before slowly rocking backwards and forwards so that his cock moved inside me. I felt so much pleasure at the fullness, a burning sensation that was driving me wild. He was thrusting in and out of my pulsing ass just an inch or two, slowly at first and then the pace quickened and I felt his balls slap against me as he fucked my ass with hard, deep strokes. He wiggled his hand rapidly and I felt the familiar build up of the zenith that was to come.

"Awww, FUCK! AWWWW...... FUCK!!!" he bellowed as I threw my ass back against his thrusts. He let the remaining inches of his rock hard cock bottom out in my ass. He rewarded me by reaching around and pinching my hard nipples and holding that pinch. I was screaming with pleasure and my head was thrown back.

I'm not sure either of us had much control and I knew that I would cum soon. My pussy quaked and spasmed, squeezing and releasing as did my asshole. My ass clamped and squeezed his cock, milking more of his fluids from him and causing sloppy wet sounds as he fucked his hard curved cock into me. My squeals delighted him and he rapped his arm around my hips even harder and slammed me again and again onto him, buried balls deep in my ass and twitching like mad.

He could hold back no longer. ?Open your eyes, Kiwi. Look at me you sweet little fuck slut.? I turned my head to the side enough to see his face. He grabbed me hard by the neck with one hand and pushed in and upward with his hand as he locked his eyes onto mine. His cock pulsing, his teeth bared, he began to cum in my ass, shooting jet after jet of hot cum incredibly deep. He kept a firm, steady grip on my throat, knowing that it would intensify and prolong my orgasm with astonishing intensity. He kept wiggling his fingers against the three balls chiming in my pussy. I could feel cum dripping out of my ass to cover his hand. It was a sloppy wonderful mess as I pulsed and squeezed his base. Feeling all of his cum hitting the deepest reaches of my ass coupled with him choking me so nicely, I let myself go and started to cum on his base.

I felt the clenching of my stomach, the tightening of my thigh muscles and a tingling that began to circle from my head, down my back and everywhere in my pussy and ass and then it was there. My body jerked and spasmed as the climax hit and my pussy and ass contracted frenetically. I began to squirt puddles floor beneath me. He could feel my orgasm, my ass squeezing around his cock so tightly, milking every drop of cum from him as he held my ass tightly to him.

He leaned forward and bit into my neck as my ravaged ass oozed cum and then he slowly withdrew until I heard him pop loudly out of my juicy ass. He moved from behind me and climbed up on the couch, standing before me with a dripping cock fresh from my ass. I took him into my mouth savoring the taste of us, cleaning him off with slurps and long licks as I quaked below him from the intensity of my orgasm. Sensitive from the attention to his now softening cock, legs shaking, he backed away from my mouth and squatted clumsily as he flopped down onto the couch. Face flushed and grinning, I crawled to the hearth and laid on my side before the fire, now nothing more than glowing embers but still throwing off good heat. He slowly moved from the couch and crawled to my side, curling up against my back and placed gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders. We drifted, content and sated.

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