The florescent tubes hum in the background, illuminating the smoke which hangs in the air. Someone opens the front door, and your nipples harden in the cool breeze. The hem of your short black skirt flutters as you stand in the corner, watching the crowd of men playing pool. You've been eyeing one in particular—muscular, wearing a plaid button up, beard trimmed short. He's a good shot, and you appreciate the flex of his arms and chest as he lines up his moves.

When it's his turn again, you step forward, putting a hand on the table and leaning forward so your milky cleavage catches the overhead light.

"You boys want to make this more interesting?" Looking at him, you bite your lip, and continue, "If you can sink the three in this pocket," gesturing at the one between your legs, "I'll take off a piece of clothing."

Someone whistles, and you see nods of approval.

"But if you miss, you owe me fifty bucks."

You feel his eyes roam up and down your body, pausing on your ample chest before returning to your eyeline. "Deal," he says.

It's a tricky shot, but he lines it up effortlessly and sends the cue ball toward you with one swift stroke.

You press your hips against the table and feel a surge of pleasure as the ball thuds into the side pocket. Reaching under your skirt, you pull down your white lace panties, step out of them, and lay them on the pool table. The crotch is wet and creamy, and you feel the room lean in to appreciate them.

"Six and Two, corner pocket."

He leans forward, gives you a wink, and sinks them both.

You lift your shirt over your head and hand it to the man next to you. The white lace cups of your bra disclose stiff pink nipples. Then you shimmy your skirt down over your hips.

Bending to retrieve it, you spread your legs slightly, feeling the eyes of the men behind you as you expose your ass and dripping pink cunt to them.

You toss him your skirt. "Two pieces for two balls..."

Catching it, he grins.

"Eleven, side pocket," you command.

This is the toughest shot yet, and he'll have to curve it around the eight ball and your panties to make it. After some deliberation he takes it, and the red striped ball bounces off the corner. Just missed. A collective groan comes from the room as he reaches for his wallet to hand you fifty dollars.

"Thank you," you say, eyes smiling mischievously and taking his money.

"Thirteen, corner pocket."

This one's simple and he smiles, thinking of what an exhibitionist slut you are before sinking it.

You unhook your bra, letting it slip from your chest and fall to the ground. Your breasts hang heavy, exposed to the room, and your nipples are rock hard. Gooseflesh races across your skin and your pink pussy glistens as you stand there on display.

"Eightball, corner pocket."

"I'm afraid you've got nothing left to take off for us, sweetheart," he replies, nodding at your naked body bared to the room of men.

"Oh, I know. If you make it, you can fuck me with that pool cue."

Someone in the corner coughs, choking on his beer, and they all chime in with their approval, cheering him on.

He jumps the cue ball over the remaining colored balls, knocking it smoothly into the black sphere, which rolls slowly toward the pocket. Grazing the edge, it nearly comes to a stop, but then drops into the hole. The room erupts with cheers.

You grab the drink from a man near you, take a big gulp, and then hop up on the table, lifting your feet onto the edge, legs spread wide, and give the entire room a good look at your open cunt, dripping wet and shimmering in the light.

He makes his way slowly around the table and you notice a sizeable bulge in his jeans.

He concentrates on your soaking vulva, which is pulsing with anticipation. He comes close, putting one hand on your hip, and with the other he starts to push the thick end of the cue between your labia. The slight pain is arousing, and you shift your hips as he shoves it past your lips and into your waiting pussy.

The room is silent, except for the hum of the lights and your soft whimpers, as the men watch him thrust the wooden phallus in and out of your creamy lips. You see them shifting their stances, some reaching to touch the bulge in their crotch. Over a dozen cocks stand erect, watching him penetrate you with a pool cue, soaking the green felt of the table with your juices.

He reaches for your breast with one hand, closing his palm over your nipple and squeezing the soft flesh in his firm grasp.

You contract around the shaft as he reaches for your clit. You give yourself over to the pleasure and start to build toward an orgasm, which comes more quickly than you expected.

Before you know it, you're cumming violently in front of these men, your juices dripping down the wooden shaft as your hips shudder and you lose your breath. Your eyes snap open and lock onto his as waves of pleasure pulse through your body, breasts bouncing, body convulsing. Beads of sweat trickle to your navel.

He slides the wooden shaft from inside you. Your creamy vulva lies open, gently pulsing, and dripping onto the table. Then he unzips his jeans and pulls out his own long hard shaft. You smile and nod, and he plunges it inside you.

You cry out as he buries his engorged phallus in your slit, holding your hips and fucking you in long smooth strokes. You see some of the other men pulling out their cocks and stroking them. He grabs your ass and lifts you, suspended in the air, while he pounds you, body slapping against your tender clit. His muscles tense and his balls contract, unleashing his orgasm inside you, spilling out in hot white ropes that mingle with your juices.

He whispers in your ear and you nod again, biting your lip. Then he stands you up, bends you over the table, and says, "This whore's dirty cunt belongs to me, so it's fifty dollars a cock."

The men eagerly reach for their wallets, tossing bills on the table as they move closer.

A stocky man with a thick phallus slaps your soaking vulva with his fleshy tip before plunging inside. Another man reaches to spread your ass cheeks and spits on your exposed anus. Then he pushes his thumb inside, working it back and forth as the other man pleasures himself with your slit.

One man hops up on the table and presents his veiny shaft, which you take eagerly into your mouth, slurping at his erection and taking him down your throat.

Your pool champion leans against the table counting his cash as they use your holes for their pleasure. Your milky flesh flushes scarlet as they grope you and fuck your openings.

After the fourth man has filled your pussy with his load, you reach down to touch your tender vulva and scoop some of the thick warm cocktail, licking it greedily and relishing the musty sweet taste.

A tall man, hung like a horse, bends down and you squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes his massive manhood into you. Every inch of your vaginal canal is pressed tight against his strong shaft and his tip hits your cervix with each thrust. He pulls out and showers your back with his orgasm. A moment later, the man in your mouth groans and fills your throat with his load.

Your body is drenched in their sperm and your holes are filled to the brim. The next man pushes his cock into your asshole and you let out a deep, guttural moan. Cum spills from your pussy as he fucks you and by now you've lost track of how many times you've climaxed. With one final thrust, he fills your back passage with his pleasure.

Exhausted, you collapse onto the table, chest heaving as you catch your breath, muscles aching. Your cunt is sensitive and throbbing, and your mouth is coated with a musky film of sperm.

"Looks like she's the real pool shark, boys. You got exactly what you wanted from us, didn't you," your sharp-shooter says, slapping your ass cheek.

You grin and close your eyes, relishing the stillness that finally settles over your body.