ANNA JAYE WILDE

Balls Deep

 

6/5/2016

 

I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked at the clock to see 10.55pm, nearly closing time at fucking last. The bar had been swamped tonight with a pool tournament and I had been rushed off my damn feet. Why the hell did I wear these heels? Ah yes, I know. Because I’m a fucking midget and I know that guys love high heels, particularly when they are wrapped around their necks in the bedroom.

 

Punters were starting to go on their merry way with drunken cries and declarations of love for each other, holding each other up as they left the building. The pool match had brought in a lot of trade for a Wednesday night and it had felt like a busy weekend. They had their own separate room with the pool table and I stayed well out of it, serving the guys that came in regularly for trays of beers and trying not to notice their gaze was on my tits and not my face as they ordered.

 

People filtered out on the streets as 11pm came and I began to clear up. I had been left on my own tonight to close up and it always made me a bit nervous. I trusted the punters, they were mostly regulars but even so I was always a tiny bit cautious alone here at night. I locked the main door so nobody could get in and made my way into the pool room to clear the glasses. As I opened the door it pushed back towards me and I went flying to the floor.

 

“Shit, are you okay?”

 

“I’m fine!” I thought I was alone but apparently not.

 

“Here, let me help you up.” A hand reached out to me and for some reason I took it, not even once thinking I had locked myself in the bar with a serial killer. Nah, serial killers don’t play pool, do they? I looked up at the man holding out his hand and within a split second my thoughts changed to Oh My Fucking God.

 

If he was a serial killer then hell, just fucking do it. He was tall and handsome with dark floppy hair and sharp green eyes. His t-shirt was tight over his smooth abs and his arms were decorated with sleeves of beautiful, intricate tattoos. My eyes might have lingered a bit too long on those arms, tattoos always made me a little wet.

 

“I’m so fucking sorry love, I’m Lewis, here for the pool match. The other bastards made me stay and clear up as it’s my first game. I didn’t realise you were locking up. Do you want me to go?” The gorgeous Lewis was still holding my hand and I made no move to let go, getting to my feet and straightening my blouse and skirt with one hand.

 

“No, it’s fine! You seem to be doing a great job, you can help me if you like!” Still holding my hand. Result. As we talked he began to run circles with his fingers around my palm. Fuck. Stuff like that made me so turned on, the little touches that make you tingle all over. The mood in the room was changing, the air felt heavier somehow. Lewis squeezed my hand tighter and pulled me closer to him, offering me a lungful of his fresh, sexy cologne.

 

“I’ll help you, Annie,” his eyes flicked to my name badge. “But what can I help you with?” His eyes seemed to grow darker, more intense.

“Anything you damn well like.”

 

Lewis pulled me flush to his body, he was a good six inches taller than me and I loved a tall man. He lifted me by my hips and placed me on the edge of the pool table. Yes, definitely a change in atmosphere.

 

“What are we…” I trailed off as he put his finger to my lips and mouthed “Shh.” His finger stroked over my lips and pushed into my mouth. I sucked it and looked into his eyes, heavy with lust. And, I hoped, a strong desire to pull up my skirt and fuck the goddamn living daylights out of me.

 

It seemed I was right.

 

Lewis slowly pulled his finger from my lips and pushed up my skirt, shuffling it up over my hips as I lifted my ass cheeks to help. In one speedy move he ripped down my panties and lowered me back onto the pool table, my legs dangling over the edge. They weren’t dangling for long as he lifted my feet, spread my legs and knelt between my thighs. Holy fuck.

 

His tongue danced over my clit like a sexual Riverdance and fucking hell, he was good. I watched his head bobbing between my legs as he flicked and licked, pulled me into his mouth and slipped two fingers inside me. He hit just the right spots and after only a few minutes I was on the edge of coming, very thankful I had already locked the front door.

 

“That’s it baby, come for me, that’s right.” His words sent me crashing over the edge and I came hard, not caring I was splayed open on a pool table and getting mouth-fucked by a total stranger. My body convulsed with that beautiful release and he held his fingers inside me as I orgasmed, my pussy contracting around them.

 

“Fucking stunning, baby. I think you’re ready now, don’t you?” I couldn’t speak very well so I looked up into his eyes and nodded, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

 

“I’m going to flip you over, baby.” He made good on his promise and as he gently turned me into a doggy position, pool balls went flying over the felt and bounced around my body. I gripped the edges of the table as he stood close behind me and unzipped. The tip of his cock pressed up to my wetness that was now dripping down my legs.

 

“So fucking hot,” Lewis whispered, his cock sliding around the edge of my pussy, teasing me. Then he pushed into me, forcing a gasp from my mouth. I hadn’t seen his cock but fucking damn I felt it, thick and wide as he pushed into me. He felt like heaven. Slowly and gently, he slid inside me, just a couple of inches.

 

 My tight pussy stretched for him and he pulled out, a wet popping noise filling the quiet room. The next sound was quite different. Without warning, he raised his hand and it came flying down, striking my ass in a cheeky spanking manoeuvre. Fuck! He slid his cock over my entrance once more then quickly pulled away again, spanking me on my other ass cheek. Enough already, just please fuck me now…

 

“Like this, Annie?”

 

“Fuck, yes.” I had never been spanked before and although he wasn’t rough with me, it felt so fucking good. He dipped his cock inside me once more and pushed himself balls deep, fully stretching me so fucking perfectly. Then out it came again, two more swift spanks to my ass and then he was inside me, pushing and sliding and fucking me. Thank fuck for that. He squeezed my ass as he slid in deep, the irony of balls deep wasn’t lost on me as shiny coloured balls skated around the table as we got lost in the passion.

 

There’s nothing quite like bending over a pool table and being fucked senseless by a gorgeous stranger, I highly recommend it. I moaned and panted as Lewis filled me deep, thrusting into my tight wet pussy over and over until he stilled inside me, his own groan leaving his lips and his body climaxing, filling me with hot come. His dick pulsed and I moaned at the feeling, his hands squeezing my ass as he came hard.

 

“Holy fucking shit. That was incredible.” His voice was weak as he got his breath back, sadly pulled his thick cock out of me and helped me up from the table. I felt a brief pang of guilt for what I had done but when I looked into Lewis’s kind, sexy eyes as he handed me my panties, my guilt soon disappeared.

 

I felt no shame for what I’d done, none whatsoever. It wasn’t like it was my place of work or anything, was it? It wasn’t like I was in charge of the place, trusted to tidy up and lock up in a professional manner and not get distracted by a fucking gorgeous man that wanted to rip my knickers off and fuck me over the pool table? No. Not at all.

 

And it wasn’t like there was a flashing red light in the top corner of the room, reminding me of the newly installed 24 hour CCTV camera, fitted earlier today and trained right on the pool table…

 

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