Twelve Ball 14

“Twelve ball, off two rails and in the side pocket.” I said with confidence


Jen sneered “You don’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of hitting that shot.”

“Care to put a wager on it?”

I don’t know if it was the beer or just my usual stupidity. I had walked in with $10 and my cue stick, just another weekend hustle. I hoped it would get me enough drinks to forget the pain of her and what she had done. I ordered the first beer and watched who was playing where. I saw the Milligan boys who knew better than to play against me so I let them be in their corner. Plus start something with them and I’d have to deal with half the bar. Many of the people here were related somehow, the rest of us just came to drink and shoot pool.

As I continued to nurse my beer I felt the hot breath on the back of my neck. The chills raced along my spine and arms as I slowly turned to see who it was. My stomach turned and I felt my brain telling me don’t walk, run to the door. No warning as the hand grabbed my face, pulling my close. I knew I was in for a world of hurt this time. There was no use fighting, I let go in surrender.

The honey colored curls that fell roguishly over those sea green eyes. That perfume that melted away any willpower I had left like a hot knife through butter. The blood red lips that dripped with the sweetest poison with every kiss, and nails of a matching color that had run tracks through my back and torn out pieces of my heart and soul so many times before. I was now in the clutches of the nemesis of my willpower and common sense. My brain finally snapped on as she let go of the first kiss, her teeth tugging my bottom lip.

“Wh…what are you doing there.” I stammered as my head stopped spinning.

“I got off work early, I figured you would be here.” Gods even her voice had an effect on me, it was something between frustration and anticipation. “What are you planning tonight? Some hustle or are you looking for some real action?”

“I was going to shoot a few games and head home.” I stammered

That hissing snicker, like she knew why I was there. She leaned in close as I leaned back. I felt her tongue slide up my throat.

“What’s wrong baby, scared of playing sweet little me?”

I was doomed and knew it right there. I could feel my cock swelling as well as heat rising off my body. I hated her for knowing how to turn me on like that. Her hand grabbed my balls.

“Shall I rack ‘em or do you want to?”

“I’ll do it, we both know you cheat like a bitch.”

Her laugh caught me unexpectedly, and it made a few others turn to look at what was so funny. I broke free of her grip and set up the table.

“Eight or Nine ball?” I asked

“I’d rather be playing with your two balls.” She said with an evil smile.

I swallowed hard as I set up our first game. Nine ball it is. At least then it would be a challenge for both of us.

“What are the stakes for tonight” She asked as she assembled her cue stick.

“What do you have in mind?” I crooked, my throat dry as cotton.

“Best of nine games, winner gets to do whatever they wish.”

“Deal!” I said, sure I could beat her

She took a swig of my beer and winked. Prancing around the table she stroked the stick intentionally being lude. Setting the cue ball she looked up and winked. The crack of the balls colliding has always been an aphrodisiac for us both. The chill along my spine from that sound and watching as the nine ball spun toward the pocket on her break. I watched it fall as I felt like I handed my soul to the succubus once again. I stood froze as she walked up and grabbed a handful of my hair in her hand and pulled me close for a kiss. Her teeth grabbing my tongue and she bit. I could taste blood as she had caught the tip of my tongue. She let go and ran her hand along the inside of my thigh.

“Oh I can’t wait to taste our blood mixed again.” She growled into my ear.

She set up the next rack for me to break, it was on. There was no holding back as we both played cut throat and dirty. By the time we got to the ninth game a crowd had gathered watching. As she racked our last game she looked up and distracted me with her tits as I set the cue balls in place. Kneeling at the other side of the table she traced her tongue over those red lips slowly making a couple of the guys watching groan in wishful lust. I knew as soon as the stick hit the cue I was fucked. The balls cracked and rolled leaving her so many choices as she chalked her stick. Pure evil temptress that she was she ran her tongue along her stick as I could feel my cock throb in agony inside my jeans.

Shot after shot she ran the table till it was just my balls and the eight ball left. She knew it was show time for her. Sitting on the table she leaned back and just for the fuck of it she spread her legs open as she lifted them. Her wet naked pussy just under her short skirt on display for everyone to see. She giggled as she took the shot. The eight ball twisting across the table like it was possessed by her madness too, stopped just a breath away from the pocket. Pure evil glowed in her eyes as she jumped off the table and sashayed over to me.

“Good luck stud, I have such vile plans for you tonight.”

It was game time, I ran the table that she left full of boobie traps, the eight ball being the biggest of them all. In a few minutes it was cut down to just the twelve balls and the eight. The Twelve ball lines with the eight ball so I had no shot.

So here we are again

“Twelve ball, off two rails and in the side pocket.” I said with confidence

Jen sneered “You don’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of hitting that shot.”

“Care to put a wager on it?”

“If you make it you get anything you want. If you miss I can do anything I want and still have you.”

There was a no-nonsense look in her eyes as she laid out her terms. She had been planning this for a long time. I agreed knowing my soul was on the line. A perfect shot as the twelve went right where I called it, I almost started to gloat then in horror watched the cue balls drop into another pocket. Jen walked behind me and ran her nails along my arm.

“Scratch,” she sucked in her breath “Oh I have you now…”

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Lord Raven is a master at blending both the erotic and the macabre. He is a life Style Dominant who came into things in this way of living in the “traditional” manner and has been involved in BDSM for more than 20 years. He is a highly social creature by nature and his hobbies include paddle making, knife play, general deviance, gratuitous flirtation, and of course rough sex.

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