Five Games - Short Story SeXStoRY

Virginia Ross, 21, unemployed, would like to be a ..., but the men in town are all too familiar or then too ugly. So she has always an eye on the good-looking tourist that appear from time to time. And even when her game of seducement isn't always working out, in her erotic fantasies she never looses a good hanky-panky. Here is her favourite one: I'm just hanging in the half-empty hotel bar, I'm sipping my last beer as this handsome young tourist suddenly comes in. He spots me instantly and offers me a drink. I'm very grateful and offer, to play a game of pool with him. I'm very good at pool, and I like to show off my talent to men: I love to win! He asks me about the reward for the winner, but I have to tell him, that I had run out of money. He looks at me with unhidden interest and says, that if he should win, he would like to see my boobies! I'm totally convinced that he wouldn't have a chance against me, and gingerly I nod my head. The game is pretty balanced untill I sink the white ball - I'm getting frustrated and nervous. And as he bags the eight-ball in his first attempt all my hopes are lost! I walk in front of him to the toilets and lock the door behind us. I'm standing in front of the mirror and he right behind me. His hungry eyes are fixed on the lovely bumps under my T-shirt. So, to hold to my promise I push the shirt up and let my cheeky boobies jump out. He takes a deep breath and sighs: »Oh, they are just fantastic!« He asks me, if it would be okay that he touches them, but I tell him: »Only when you let me win next time!« He agrees, but only under the condition, that I would show him my fanny if I loose again! That's a bit bold, I think, but I agree under my condition, that he shows me his dick if I win! He has soft hands and a very sensual touch: Such men can't be easily found anymore these days! In a sec my nipples harden under his fingers and a bolt of lust shoots down between my legs. I better cover myself again before I wet my panties! In the second game he starts to lead from the start, but I'm concentrating hard, and I manage to bag four balls in a row. Yes! And I win! Hooray! And on the way back to the toilet I wear the proud grin of a winner. I can't wait to humiliate the poor looser. Men carry a lot of inhibition when it comes down to expose their dicks, but this one lets his pants down easily. He even excuses himself, that his willy was so limp. But he says, that it was hard before when my boobs were naked. I can believe that theory and want to proof it. So I push my shirt up again, and there it moves! The pink soft plum emerges slowly out of the wrinkly foreskin to have a look at me, and it smiles! »Can I touch it?«, I ask him, and he replies: »Only if you let me win the next game!« It grows huge in my warm hand, but it is cute - I love this arousing mixture of muscular strength and cozy softness! And sometimes I wish to own one of those naked one-eyed pets personally! I'm in the lead in the third game, unfortunately only until I sink the fucking eight-ball prematurely. Shit! He grins at me as he comes on with two fresh beers. We drink for a while and watch each other carefully. Then he says: »And? Are you ready to hold to your end of the bargain?« I frown and grunt, but I would like another game - I can't leave as a looser! Back in the toilet I lean against the wash basin and pull my skirt up with real courage. He sinks to his knees and inspects my tight-fitting panties with big eyes. He ponders shape and size of the hidden fanny for a while, but then he peels my panties from my bulging buttock and drags them down to my knees with trembling fingers. »Wow! What a peach!«, he exclaims with sheer enthusiasm and asks me to spread my legs a bit. A hot rush of liquid lust floods my fanny as his warm breath fans the soft lips. »Can I kiss it?«, comes his next question as expected. I tell him, that he should know the condition by now - and this time he has to let me win, I'm sure about it! His tongue on my fanny drives me mad, and my legs move by instict furter apart. Then he finds my clit, and already hopeless situation worsens immediately. He licks and sucks the tiny nub with absolute passion, and then he knibbles it hard with his teeth, but then he sucks it right into his mouth. It stretches double in length and then it explodes: I come groaning and grunting like a professional prostitute and I feel myself squirt like never before! He is really good at - like me with pool! But even the fourth game starts miserably, doesn't improve at all and ends in disaster! We sit there and sip our beer. There is an impenetratable silence hanging over us. I have to pull myself together to utter the words: »What about another game?« He grins at me as usual and says with glee in his eyes: »But what about the last one?« »We didn't agree on a reward, you remember?«, so I try to wind me out of any nasty responsibility, but I know that isn't fair! »What about a blow-job?«, he suggests quite cheekily. I bite my lip to consider all the consequences, but I just can't stop now: I have to succeed for the very last time! His member is already stiff this time, maybe from anticipation? I suck on it until my spittle dries out, I rub it until my knees hurt, and I squesze his hairy balls hard and swallow the warm sap like I'm supposed to do to the last squirt! And he seems very pleased with my effort and buys us two other beers! He sets up the balls and opens the game with a powerful hit, I can see the wooden shaft of his queu bend under the massive impact. Two of his half-balls leave the felt of the table immediately and another one follows it, very tentatively. And without ever stopping he sinks them all and sends the black one straight after them! I'm completely devastated: Never ever before had I such a streak of bad luck! I empty my glass in one big swig and say: »You're real good - I have to admit! Let's do it then, lover-boy!« »Would you really let me fuck you?«, he querries quite quizzically. And I have to clear my throat before I can say: »Don't I have to?« The long path to the toilet seems to me like the steep steps up to the gallows. But the tiny room smells already so familiar from the previous intimacies that I loose my inhibitions fast. I step out of my skirt, pull the T-shirt over my head and lean back at the basin again. »You're a fair player, baby, I have to admit! But next to that: You are a very lovely girl and you taste exactly like oysters - good ones, I mean!« So he brabbles away as he rips off my panties and prepares my fanny for the following encounter. »You're not bad either, you deserve your reward!«, I moan and grab his stiff willy to guide it personally into the horny depth of my hungry sex . . .