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Pool Shark (femdom)
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Subject: Pool Shark (Femdom)
Date: Mon Jul 10 00:35:53 1995
Pool Shark
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There is nothing more dangerous than an attractive woman that
knows
she is attractive and is willing to use it to her advantage. When she
walked into the bar with her cutoff shorts and tight tee-shirt, every
male head turned, and their other heads stiffened up. She casually
sauntered up to the bar and climbed up onto one of the available bar
stools next to me. "Want to buy me a drink?" she non-chalantly asked.
"Sure, sure, um what would you like?" I nervously replied. Although
I am considered attractive it would be a lie to say that I can expect
strange,attractive women to approach me every day. "This is my lucky
day!" I thought to myself.
I should have known something was up from the very beginning. It
all seemed too perfect. My jokes were funny, but not that funny, the
way she was carrying on. She thought my job was just fascinating.
I am a housepainter and fascinating is not a word you would use to
describe my job. She just kept asking me more and more about myself.
seemingly hanging on my every word. My ego just soaked it up like a
dry
sponge thrown into a bucket of water. Before I knew what was
happening
I was completely sucked in. After a few drinks and an hour or so of
conversation she asked if I would like to play a friendly game of pool
in
the back. I always considered myself quite a pool player so I agreed.
We were the only ones in the back so as we got out of sight of
the
rest of the bar she grabbed the back of my head and planted the
deepest
french kiss I ever received right on me! Wow! I still could'nt
believe
this was happening to me. "Rack em up!" she said. She told me the
only
game she liked was eightball. I let her break.
The first game we played I let her win. She was terrible! My
devious
brain was turning over and over. I thought, if I let her win maybe we
could play for some real stakes! After letting her win two more games
I suggested we play strip pool. Loser has to take off the number of
articles
of clothing matching to balls they were beaten by. She readily
agreed.
"No backing out now, right?" I said. She said "No way!. What if the
loser
loses all their clothing and still has points to make up" she asked.
"Well
then" I responded, "The loser will have to be the winners personal
naked
slave for the number of days of the points." She agreed but made one
condition.
We would play until one of us or both was naked. I was starting to
get hard
already.
I decided to let her break. The sight of that perfect ass, with
the shorts
riding up the crack of her ass caused me to sigh out loud. I must
have died
and gone to heaven. Something happened though, three of her solids
went in.
What luck I thought, well it will be my turn soon. She bent over and
took
two more shots which went right in. I began to get concerned. I
think she
was purposefully playing badly before, just to make me overconfident.
It was
my turn now and I was not holding back anything. I made four shots in
a row
but missed the fifth one. We continued to play until finally she one
by four
balls! "Off to a quick start are'nt we" she said. "Time to pay up"
she
declared. I took off both shoes and both socks. "There, thats four
articles
of clothing." I said laughing. "Thats cheating, but ok, I will show
you no
mercy when the time comes".
I broke this time and won the next game by three points. "Now
its your
turn to pay up" I said. She slipped off both of her cowboy boots and
pulled
down her cutoffs to reveal a lovely pair of frilly,french cut panties,
barely
large enough to cover her bush. I was in heaven. Unfortunately I
lost the
next round by two and was reduced to my briefs, which by this time
were
straining under the pressure of my raging hard-on. As she walked by
me to
take her next shot she deliberately rubbed her ass up against my
member,
causing me to shudder with delight. "It looks like the next round
will be
for the jackpot" she said.
She broke and got off to a great start, pocketing five balls in a
row.
I was starting to sweat now! As I started to take my first shot she
casually
lifted her Tee-shirt revealing the finest breasts I have ever seen!
This
broke my concentration entirely and I nicked the eight-ball and it
started to
roll towards the side pocket. She began to lick her lips seductively
and I
held my breath. If the ball went in I would be her slave for 6 days!
It went
in, thus sealing my fate.
I think at that moment all of the blood drained from my face and
into
my dick. She strode confidently over and hooked both of her hands
into the
wasteband of my jockeys. "You won't be needing these anymore!" she
said as
she slowly lowered my shorts to the floor. My dick popped out and
slapped her
right in the face as she was squatting before me. She stuck out her
tongue
and slowly licked the very tip of my penis causing me to audibly groan
out
loud. I swear I have never been so aroused in my life. She then
collected
all of my clothing and pushed it into the bag she had been carrying.
She got
dressed and told me to wait for her out back. She pointed to a back
exit
and nervously I stepped outside, cold, naked and incredibly hard. It
was about
5 minutes and I was beginning to become afraid she was going to leave
me out
there when her van pulled up. "Get in." she directed.
After climbing in the van she told me to put a blindfold on and
lay down
in the back seat. She did not want me to see where she was taking me.
We
drove for what seemed like hours when finally she announced we had
arrived.
I looked out the front window and viewed a very large, old victorian
house.
"I am going to park around back" she said "Dont want to show you off
to any
of the neighbors." After she parked the car she said "Go inside and
wait in
the kitchen, I have to go tell my roommates the painter is here."
"WHAT!" I said. "You are going to have me be naked in front of
your
roommates!"
"Of course!" she replied. "You don't really expect me to hide
you in
my room for six days do you. After all you have a lot of work to do."
Slowly it began to dawn on me. She had decided to get her house
painted
for free and I was going to be the way she would do it. Humiliated
beyond
belief I waited for her in the kitchen. "Come on in now" she yelled
from
the living room. Cautiously I tiptoed into the living room,
desperately trying
to shield my nakedness with my hands. There on the couch were three
other
girls, equally attractive and dressed just as seductively as my pool
partner. They whistled loudly when I walked into the room. I think I
must
of turned about four shades of red.
"Here are the rules slave boy. First, if you do a good job you
will
be rewarded with our bodies. If you do a bad job you will be punished
by
not being allowed to cum for the time of your servitude. Second, you
will
remain naked for the entire time of your slavery. At night you will
be
tied to the bed so you won't entertain any thoughts of escape. Third,
you
will paint the entire house, inside and out. When you have to go
outside you
will be allowed to wear a thong, but that is all. If you have a
problem with
that you will not be allowed to wear anything. If you try to escape
you will
be tied and dumped in a field about 35 miles outside of the city. Any
questions?"
I had none. For the next few days I painted the inside of the
house. As
I painted one of the girls would occasionally stroke me or grab me
from behind.
At night I was tied as they said, however one of the girls would
usually come
in and give me a blow job or ride me to creamy satisfaction. I
actually began
to enjoy my servitude. By the end of the week the house had a
professional
paint job. Alicia, that was the name of the girl who beat me in pool,
said
that she and the other girls were pleased with my "services" and may
invite
me back again sometimes for some touch-up work. She then handed me my
clothes
and told me to get dressed, it was time for me to go home. As we
walked outside
one of the other girls drove up in the van. "Did you get one" Alicia
asked.
"Yep" the other girl said "I have the plumber in the back seat!"
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