"Do you think he'd do anything to me?" Susan asked anxiously. She wasn't certain whether she should tell her father about her amorous adventures with Joe or not. She wasn't certain he would approve of her being "one of the girls" around the pool hall.
Cat stretched languorously as she said, "I think it would be damn silly to tell him. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him. Besides, I think it's funny putting one over on him."
She chuckled to herself. She was Don's girl, as much as she was anyone's chick. But having his daughter out hustling along with the rest of the girls wouldn't please him. She knew Don as well as anyone could. And she obviously knew what he'd do better than his own daughter.
If he even suspected she was out with the paying customers, he'd beat the tar out of her. He'd beat her bottom until it was a cherry red, then really light into her.
No, Cat decided, it was better not to let the old man know. Let him worry about rent and bills and taxes. There were more important things for him to do than worry about his daughter who was obviously able to take care of herself.
Joe hadn't looked so satisfied since the time he'd beat Cat at pool.
That, in the raven-haired woman's mind, was a high recommendation for Susan. She was obviously a real man-pleaser – Joe was a real man.
"We'll let the other girls know that it shouldn't get out you're out there on the floor looking for some action. I think they'll go along with us. Why the hell not? It's nothing to them."
"Well, don't you think they'll worry about me cutting in on their action?"
"Honey, the day you could cut in on any of their action's the day they collect their Social Security checks. Those chicks are rough. They may look all soft and cuddly but they've got six-inch fangs when they feel like it. They pick and choose who they want to ball. And you sure as hell ain't going to cut in on any of their action. Not unless they want you to. Dig?"
"Sure. I guess so. I'm the wet-behind-the-ears kid. Is that it?"
"Well, that's not the best place for a good-looker like you to be wet. I can think of lots better places, in fact." Cat looked significantly at the crotch of Susan's tight jeans. They were still damp from her bout with Joe. It would be some time before she could think of him and not get damp in the pussy all over again!
"It was fun," she mused, thinking back on Joe's nine-incher and how much a pussy-pleaser it was.
"Yeah. That's what they all say. For a while. Then it gets to be a business. More fun," she admitted, "Than file-clerking or any of those nine-to-five drags, but a job. That's why most of the girls only lose a few times a week. They get horny, sure, then pick who they're gonna fuck. They lose and everyone's happy. They're well screwed if they picked right, the customer brags about how he got a piece for only five bucks – even if he spent a yard or two getting there – and the house comes out ahead from all the other guys plunking down their money trying to repeat."
"Sounds like everyone ends up happy."
"Sure," Cat said. "Except for some guys." She pointed across the room at the corner table. The same guy was playing Cyndi and losing by some twenty balls. "That guy's gonna win one day. And I want to see the look on Cyndi's face when it happens. She doesn't think he can beat her – ever."
"I have to admit she's got a good case for it."
"Yeah, but I keep thinking, what if that guy's a real stud? What if he's the best thing she ever got into bed with? Wouldn't that be a kick in the head for her? Beating him all this time when he was the best lay this side of the Mississippi?"
"Speaking of good lays, what about that guy? The small guy sitting over there by himself? There's something about him that sort of sends shivers up and down my spine."
Susan pointed out a man in his mid-thirties dressed entirely in black.
In spite of the hot summer day and the none-too-good air conditioning in the pool hall, he didn't appear hot. He was watching several of the girls as if sizing them up before the kill.
"I doubt if he's all that good. But who knows? He might actually be able to play pool, too!" Cat laughed and slapped Susan on the back. "I pass on him. But if you think he's your type, go get 'em! The other girls and I will cover for you. Your old man can't see very much of what happens in the pool room. Just stick to that table back by Cyndi."
Susan smiled and quickly went over to the man dressed in black. She saw he was wearing black silk. She resisted the impulse to reach out and run her hands up and down his sleeve. It looked so cool. And he looked so aloof.
"Want to try a game or two?"
"Rates?"
"Oh, we might try the five-dollar game instead of the dollar-an-hour if you're feeling lucky. Or good." She licked her lips with just the tip of her tongue. She felt like a seductress in a movie. Another Marlene Dietrich. A Garbo. A Raquel Welch. She was the perfect woman giving a come-on to a man she found strangely exciting.
He didn't appear the least bit excited at the prospect. His voice was calm, level, as he said, "All right. I guess you'll do."
"Now look," Susan flared, "If I'm not good enough for you, forget it!
I'm not doing you any favors." And she wasn't. At least to her way of thinking. She'd been getting lessons in pool from Cat and the others and thought she was pretty good.
"I said you'll do. Lag for break." He pulled a silver-chased pool cue out of the case and began screwing it together.
At the sight of it, Susan shuddered involuntarily. There was something spooky about this guy. She was almost sorry she'd gotten involved with him. But she couldn't back out now. Not with all the other girls watching her.
"Okay."
She lost. And the game didn't go well for her. The man was good, very good. As he sank the last ball, she hoped he was as good in bed as he was on the table.
"Let's go," he said. Without another word, he unscrewed his pool cue and put the sections back into the carrying case. He followed her up the stairs.
Susan felt uneasy and couldn't figure out why. The man had beaten her fair and square. He was obviously an expert player. But she had acquitted herself fairly well considering how new she was to the game.
She held open the door to one of the rooms. But that was the last thing she remembered for long seconds. His hand came crashing through the air to land with stunning impact on her cheek. She staggered and fell to her knees. Her hand stroked the injured cheek.
The door was closed. And the man stood over her like some avenging angel.
"Go on. Suck it, whore! You stupid cunt, did you think you could actually win? Go on, I said! Suck it! Suck my lovely cock!"
He slapped her again.
And then she noticed his limp cock dangling out of his fly. She hadn't even seen him run the zipper down. But his prong was out in the open for her. And he was ordering her to give him head.
"Well, okay," she said, her cheek still hurting from the blows. She'd play along, she owed it to him. House rules.
Another flat-handed slap knocked her to the floor. "You will address me only as 'Master'. I am your master and you are my slave!"
"Sure, uh, Master."
She was beginning to become frightened now. There was no telling what this man might do to her. She could only do what he said and hope she pleased him. If she could, maybe he'd go away and leave her alone.
She took his cock in her hand, noticing it was slowly stiffening. As she took it into her mouth, her head was savagely pulled back. He had gripped a handful of hair and raised her face to his.
"Do it good or you'll be severely disciplined, whore. Do you understand?"
"Now look, mister. I… ohhh!"
He jerked her head a bit further back and cut off any speech. His voice was cold and emotionless. He said, "Suck. Don't talk."
He thrust her face into his groin. And she sucked. She felt his cock hardening under her tongue. As her lips pursed around the rigid rod, a million thoughts were going through her mind. If she could suck him off fast enough, he might leave her alone. He might go away and not hit her again.
She sucked hard. Her cheeks went concave and her tongue danced and darted all around the tip of his cock. She made sure that every sensitive area of his dick was stimulated. She toyed with the little triangular flap of skin just under his cockhead. That was particularly responsive. His prick hardened into a firm, usable fucking tool as she tongued him all along the underside of his shaft.
Her tongue became a miniature tornado. Swirling and teasing around, she made sure not a single square inch of his cock was neglected. She sucked harder and was rewarded with a forward thrust of his hips. The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and began working back down her throat.
This was more than she'd bargained for. She choked, and received a flat-handed blow alongside the head.
"Stupid slut! Don't you know anything about giving head! Do it right, bitch, or you'll be sorry!"
She managed to swallow most of his cock. It was difficult. She'd never had this much of a man's cock in her mouth before. Almost choking, she finally found a position where his pecker didn't gag her. She had to cradle his prick with her tongue and, once she'd learned the secret of doing that, she was able to really apply suction to it.
She reached around his body and gripped his buttocks. She pulled his body into her face. She found her passions growing. She wanted him to fuck her face. It no longer mattered to her that he'd struck her a few times.
All that mattered was trapped between her ruby-red lips. She was sucking cock. She was giving him a blow job that was so exciting she was beginning to pant and sweat with the strain on her body.
As the black silk of his trousers slipped under her fingers, another blow knocked her sprawling.
"Don't touch me with your hands. Your filthy hands will soil me! I warned you!"
Before Susan knew what was happening, her hands were tied behind her back with a short length of twine. The coarse string cut into her wrists. She struggled and found this only tightened the bindings to the point where her circulation was cut off.
"Why are you doing this? I… I'll do anything you want!"
"Silence!" he roared. "You are a cunt, a whore, a bitch who will only speak when her master speaks first! For your transgressions, I must discipline you!"
He took the end of the pool cue out of his carrying case and thwacked it a few times across the palm of his hand for effect. He smiled slightly as he saw her eyes widen in terror.
Without a word, he lifted her and dumped her over the back of a straight wooden chair. He ripped away her jeans until only smooth, curvy white ass flesh was exposed. By this time, the teenager was quietly sobbing.
He took no notice as he stroked over the warm flesh.
She trembled. Whether it was with fear for what he might do to her or whether it was something else, she couldn't tell. But she was definitely frightened of the man in black.
"Yes, slave, this flesh will suit me and my purposes.
She gasped as his finger drove hard up her asshole. In the bent double position over the straight-backed chair, she couldn't move. Her hands were entirely numb from lack of circulation. The edge of the chair bit unmercifully into her stomach. And now the man was delving far up her asshole with his finger.
But…
But in spite of everything, his finger felt – sexy. It was something of a turn-on feeling his finger deep in her rectum, wiggling around like a berserk worm. It gave her a tingly feeling deep in her cunt. And before she knew it, her pussy was drooling out its hot juices.
The man noticed immediately.
"So! The whore likes it, eh? How well do you like this?"
She gasped as the end of the pool cue smashed against her taut thighs.
He didn't land the hard wood across her fleshy, well padded ass. He went lower and began landing a rain of painful blows on her stretched thighs.
She felt the red tide of pain washing through her body. It blotted out all the other discomfort she felt. The chair in her stomach, the hands, the awkward position – all were nothing compared to the paddling he was giving her with the pool cue.
"Enjoy this, bitch, because it's the last nice thing I'm going to do to you!" he cried.
She couldn't believe her ears. This was supposed to be good? What did he have in mind?
"Please, uh, Master!" she called out. "Please don't do this to me!"
"Silence!"
She started to plead again, but all that came from her lips was an anguished, "Aaiiieeee!"
He drove the end of the pool cue up her asshole. The slender tip of the cue went all the way up her rectum, giving her extreme pain. The wooden rod was totally inflexible. It bent her delicate inner tissues to conform to its length. She had no chance to adjust to the feel of the wood dildo crammed up her ass.
He began corn-holing her with it. Back and forth, the cue raced up her tightest passage. She writhed and began to thrash, trying to escape the punishing cue.
It was futile. She couldn't escape from the driving stick. It seemed to have a mind of its own. As she twisted one way, it followed and worked even farther up her ass.
Her tender membranes were torn and began to bleed. At the sight of the red trickle out of her butt, the man seemed to become furious. He drove the cue even harder into her ass until she was sure she would pass but from the pain. Her entire insides were lit with fire. She burned with agony.
Her whole body was consumed with pain. There was no way to escape it.
She could only wait and see what this strange man had in store for her.
"You're getting blood on my cue!"
And then the cue vanished from her asshole, its sudden absence was as painful as its presence. She couldn't understand it. But she did know it was her blood dribbling down the tender inside of her thigh. It was coming from her tortured asshole.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. Her voice sounded distant, foreign, as if someone else were speaking for her. All she could feel was the white-hot pain in her rear and the fire burning in her lungs.
"You ask? You have to ask?"
His cool hands began stroking over her upturned ass once more. That touch seemed horrible to her. She cringed. And was rewarded with the flat of his hand smashing into her tender assflesh.
"Don't cower from me! Not from your master! You still haven't learned proper obedience to my whims!"
His hand began to descend again and again on her soft bottom. The red streaks appeared and formed criss-cross patterns. Soon, her entire ass was a glowing cherry pink. And it was warming her up again. She could momentarily forget about the pain in her asshole. And all the things he might do to her.
Right now, she could concentrate on the wondrous feelings slowly seeping into her body. She was feeling better. This was more like it. Her cunt began to water again. The thin flow dribbled down her leg and mixed with the dried blood already caked there.
"So you like it, eh? That is better!"
She shrieked as his prick penetrated her body. She was slammed forward against the chair, so hard was his entry. He felt as if he were tearing her apart. The cock felt good. Her cunt desired it. But her inner membranes were still pulled out of shape by the pool cue that had been so brutally rammed up her ass.
It was a peculiar mixture of pleasure and pain filling her, body. She didn't know if she should enjoy it or not.
Finally, she found it wasn't possible to accept both pleasure and pain at the same time. She began concentrating on the good, on the cock resting quietly in her pussy. It filled her. It made her feel better. In spite of her awkward position, she could accept it. The prick was twitching just a little, dancing with the man's pulse.
"Ummm, oh, yes, yes! That's nice. Now fuck me!"
"What?" he roared. "You actually think you deserve my prick? You stupid cunt! All you think of is fucking!"
But his words seemed different from his actions. He began stroking back and forth. His cock pressed firmly against the walls of her quim. And the friction warmed her even more.
With the warmth filtering into her body from her whipped butt, she was soon totally alive and warming to his fucking. She didn't like him, that didn't matter. All that mattered to her now was the fact that his prick was in her cunt and he was fucking her.
Each hard-driving stroke smashed her hard against the chair. She was gasping from the violent fucking. But she didn't care. This was better than having a pool cue rammed into her asshole.
Faster and faster came his cock. Her entire body sang a joyous song of sex. She was feeling the approaching orgasm when, suddenly, she no longer had a warm, vibrant, male cock in her cunt.
She had the butt of a pool cue. It was hard and cold and too large.
She screamed.
It did no good. He continued fucking her with the butt of the cue. She felt her cunt walls being pulled out of shape. And the rubber end was soon soggy with her fuck fluids. It did little to reduce the friction as the wooden rod smashed into her body.
She was in constant agony.
Then she felt a hand on her hair pulling her face up. Painfully, she looked up and saw the ugly purple head of the man's cock. And all around it was a halo of black silk. That was all she could see.
And then she was blinded by the creamy fountain of his jism. He came in her face. She sputtered but couldn't escape his cum. It coated her face and hair with its sticky strands.
As soon as his balls were emptied of their load, the man released her hair. Her head banged hard against the seat of the chair.
She gasped as the pool cue was yanked from her twat. The next thing she heard was the snap of his pool cue case closing. And a light step, the door opening and closing and she was alone.
Susan began to sob quietly. What had she gotten herself into? The man had done everything he could to humiliate her. And he had succeeded.
Here she was, hands tied behind her and draped over a chair. Her asshole had been ravaged and, not satisfied with that, the man had driven his pool cue into her twat.
She couldn't imagine anything more degrading except what he had done at the very end. She wasn't good enough for him to fuck. He had to cum in her hair and face. He held her in such contempt, his cum didn't belong in her cunt. It had to be put where she would realize exactly what he thought of her.
She began to cry.