Pocketed in the pool hall : A true story

It was a Friday night and after I thought I'd get some practice in at "Q's" my local pool hall where I was a member. There was the usual crowd in and with Adrian the manager I used to get a few free hours on the table as I thought he just generally liked me as a friend. He even came out with innuendo's about fucking me over one of the tables one night.

Anyway this one evening, all the other people had gone and it was just myself and Adrian left when he came out with another innuendo, but this time I decided to play him along call his bluff.

"If you can beat me in a game then I'll let you take me over the table ? "
Was the gauntlet I'd thrown down.

I was a much better player than Adrian so knew it would take a miracle or something for him to beat me and have his wicked way. Now Adrian was about 6 foot and quite good looking, someone I'd actually fancied but thought he was straight so never tried it on with, and with that I formulated that so called miracle.. and with one stroke of my cue accidentally potted the black and "Lost".

"So" I expressed
"So, What" he answered.
"Are you going to collect your prize ?" "Or are you all talk ?"

I thought I'd called his bluff as he started to walk away, but was pleasantly surprised when he walked to the door and pulled the bolt across, then made his way back. We stood face on and he unbuckled his belt, we kissed, he was a gentle kisser with soft lips clean shaven and smelled sweet. Our tongues met and saliva exchanged so, so wet and sexy, he was hold my head to him and all the while he was loosening his trousers and pants. As we broke away for some air he grabbed his cock and started playing with it.

"Now you" he begged

I sank to my knees and took his semi in my mouth, and within a minute or so he was rock hard and sucking his what must've been 9inches. Taking it down as far as I could making him nice and juicy.

"On the table ! " he ordered, and without hesitation, apart from removing my clothes I did. We moistened my pussy with the froth of my beer and he rubbed it on his glorious manhood which was about to get its reward. So with my legs perched on his shoulders I opened myself to him, and he entered me, gently at first as not to rip me with his big head. As he popped me with an exquisite pain he was in, and after lubricating with a little more froth he was soon pounding me, the feeling was divine his 9inches pumping my pussy. He certainly knew how to cue with it, straight and true.

It seemed like forever as he pumped away such a great feeling, then with him speeding up I knew he was ready to pot his last and he did he gave out a yell. He was a heavy cummer, he was still cumming as he pulled out and spray all over my chest with his hot cream.

After he picked himself up he proceeded to blow me until filled his throat with my hot cream. It was one of the hottest potting sessions I'd ever had, it happened another two or three time until his wife found out he was playing away, but she always thought it was with another woman. Little did she know.