I suppose his first reaction was to be expected: "But it's such a cliché! I mean, a pool table. There isn't a month goes by without some girlie mag having a naked babe spread-eagle across a pool table."
"Exactly," I replied.
Mark didn't ask me about fantasies again and I felt like maybe I should have made a bit more effort -- invented something a bit more glamorous in a more interesting location. But I've never been a "wind-swept beach and waves crashing onto a perfect shore" sort of person. Getting down and dirty with the lads in a grubby, badly lit poolroom after a few pints has always been my style.
Mark and I had only been together for about a month, but I knew I was falling for him. He, however, was obviously in it for fun and as much sex as we could cram into any given 24-hour period. Take last Saturday, for example. It was incredible. That's why I'm still smiling like the bloody Cheshire Cat.
We had arranged to meet as usual at the bar of the pool club. It wasn't very busy compared to a normal weekend evening, but I just considered us lucky not to have to wait for a table. Mark ordered us a few pints in and we cued up.
Very quickly I began to feel that there was something wrong. He was very quiet and distracted. "This is it," I thought, "he's going to dump me." I'm too old for him really. I remember suddenly feeling very body conscious, and kept pulling my tight fitting t-shirt down, wishing I'd worn something that didn't reveal the outline of my tits quite so clearly. My cut off jeans felt slutty and the strappy sandals I love so much, which show off my perfect toes so well, now seemed to make them look rough and ugly. Tension appeared to fill the room and we didn't know what to say to each other.
We played awkwardly for about an hour. By then, the room was deserted and I was about to suggest leaving, when Mark said, "Early closing tonight." His voice didn't sound right, sort of husky and deliberately quiet.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I arranged it."
"Arranged what?" I was suddenly wary. How well did I know Mark after all?
"I need to just check something."
He went over to the main door and slid the lock into position. Then he went behind the bar and made sure that there was no one left there.
"Alone," he said as he turned towards me, picked me up and sat me on the edge of our pool table.
"You're kidding! We can't."
"I've arranged things."
That was all he said as his firm mouth stifled my protests. His delicious tongue explored my mouth while I sat, trembling slightly, on the bottom cushion of the table. He knelt down and kissed my painted toes through the opening in my sandals, before slipping them off and dropping them to the floor.
His dick was already pressing against the inside of his boxers, and I longed to free it, to feel its amazing length in my mouth. Mark, however, had other ideas. He was running his finger tips around the inside of the bottoms of my cut offs, pushing them as far as he could with an almost feather-light touch, before pulling them out and kissing the exposed section of my leg. I had never considered this part of my body as an erogenous zone before, but now I knew different. My flimsy knickers were beginning to stick to me and I attempted to wriggle them free against the table.
"None of that, young lady." Mark's voice was very firm and his face serious, but his deep eyes twinkled mischievously and I knew he was having as much fun as I was. He slowly began to inch my t-shirt up by stomach, each small fold rewarded with a kiss on my newly exposed skin. My breasts were almost screaming out in frustration by the time he actually reached them. Once he did, he yanked the material over my head in a mad, frustrated rush, expelling a long breath as my naked chest was finally available to his waiting lips.
Each time his tongue lapped my erect nipples, it was as if he was already licking me between the legs. I tried hard to capture the moment. I was living my fantasy, and it felt so much better than I had ever imagined. I knew I would explode with frustration if he didn't take me soon.
Mark suddenly removed his tongue, and I could have cried, until he very tenderly began to kiss the undersides of my breasts. I screamed at the incredible feelings shooting through me. It was unbelievable. I was shaking so much, I had to grab hold of Mark's arms to stop myself falling off the table. At last, the force of my orgasm blew my voice away. I just looked at Mark, who grinned widely as he laid me back onto the green baize, scattering the balls around the table's cushions.
While I caught my breath, Mark pulled down my cut-offs and knickers. I lifted my hips to make it easier and was rewarded by the feel of rough baize beneath my bare arse. I tried to get up so I could pull off Marks clothes, but he gently restrained me before reaching up and taking off his own shirt. I was reveling in the sight of his wonderfully firm torso when he leapt up and joined me on the table, sitting astride my legs so that they were captive between his denim-covered thighs.
"Happy, sweetie?" His body shone and his face radiated pure lust. "Have I got it right so far?"
I nodded as his fingers began to flick my rock hard nipples. "That feel good?" Then Mark reached down underneath the table and pulled up a small bag, which he'd obviously hidden there. "I think it is only fair then that I explore one of my fantasies as well, don't you?"
"Of course. Although I don't really know what you..."
"It starts now," he interrupted, and my heart began to beat faster. I was pinned to the table by his knees and there was no way I would be able to move if he I didn't want to do what he asked.
"First, you will only speak when you are spoken to. Yes?"
I nodded. I could cope with that. He reached into the bag and pulled out a black, leather eye mask. "Trust me. Seeing you here like this is testing all my self-control and I badly want to see how far I can go, how long I can last. Will you let me try?"
I hesitated.
"Don't worry angel. I won't hurt you." He began to stroke my inner thigh with one slow, soft finger. I would have agreed now even if he told me he was going to beat me with a brick. My senses were working overtime. I nodded again, and was rewarded with a huge sigh of satisfaction as he slipped the mask over my cropped red hair. The impact of darkness was instant and complete. I felt disorientated and clung onto the edges of the table. I could still feel Mark's legs holding me in place. He was obviously rummaging in his bag again and I held by breath, wondering what was going to happen next.
I heard a clink of metal. "Stay still," he said as he lifted himself off me and moved to the top of the table. He kissed my blind face as he took hold of my right arm, stretched it out and chained my wrist to the top pocket. His tongue moved across to my ear and swirled around the lobe as he fastened my other arm in a similar fashion.
"Oh my God. You look amazing. I can't believe we're doing this. Christ, I could come all over you just my looking at you."
Mark must have been standing at the end of the table taking in the view. I swelled inside as I imagined what I must look like. I longed to be touched, but I dared not ask him. I had promised not too talk. This was his fantasy too now.
I could hear the click of pool balls. Mark had picked one up in each hand and began to roll them over my stomach. They were cold and hard, making me shiver. I had to suppress a groan as he moved them abruptly away. Then, for a few agonizing seconds, nothing happened. I was just about to call out when something long and hard began to play around my pussy. A dildo? No, it was a pool cue! Mark was trying to pot me. I closed my eyes beneath my blindfold to help me concentrate on the sensations building between my legs, and Mark began to push the thick end of the cue into me. Soon it would go no further and Mark climbed back onto the table and sat as he had before, holding the cue in place as it impaled me. I was too scared to move. I badly wanted to pump against the wooden intrusion, but I was afraid it would fall out and leave me feeling painfully empty. I quivered as I imagined how totally wanton I must look.
There was a rough, sliding sound. Mark was pulling his belt out from around his waist. Surely he wasn't really going to beat me? I tensed, waiting. Then I felt the smooth leather being rubbed gently up my thigh, snaking slowly between my legs until it almost reached my clit. Just as it got close, Mark moved it away and repeated the process on my other leg, before moving to my arms, my stomach and my neck. Every now and then my breath caught in my throat as the cold buckle scratched my skin. Suddenly I wanted him to hit me with it. I desperately wanted to feel the leather smack against my legs. I bit my lips, struggling not to cry out, to beg him to be rougher, to grab my snatch, to punish me for something, anything.
Then it occurred to me. I spoke. "Oh Mark, this is wonderful.'
The attention stopped instantly. "You spoke. Thank heavens you spoke. Now I can punish you. Can I punish you"' he whispered in my ear.
"Yes please. Punish me. I am so bad. Very bad." I kept talking and the first lash of the belt hit my leg, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure soaring through me. "Look what I am making you do. Hit me harder, I deserve it. I am such a naughty girl." The more I murmured how bad I was, the harder he hit me, the belt slapping against my legs, my breasts, and then finally between my legs. The belt knocked the cue out from inside of me, and then one perfectly aimed stroke resounded across my pussy. I screamed. I had never felt anything so intense as my arms struggled against the bonds and the leather belt stroked my over-heated, climax-racked body.
It was too much for Mark. I could hear him ripping off his remaining clothes before he leapt back onto the table, quickly released my hands and turned me around. He pushed my legs up so that my bum was pointing into the air, my weight resting on my forearms, and he shafted my soaking hole with his beautifully wide cock. He pumped like a man possessed. I have never had a fucking like it. But I tell you this: I am damn well going to have another one.
Originally published January 2006 - "Spanked!"