Failure, face fucked, following orders

With effort, Max ignored the comments about the cum she was now sporting as she eyed her next opponent, who was just as out of place in a dive like this like her last opponent was. A well dressed man, in a perfectly white shirt, black pants, unbuttoned collar, and nearly-perfectly styled hair, calmly handed Alec the fifty dollars as if he was buying a cup of coffee. His eyes were gentle, and his smile warm as he shook his hand. "Good luck!" said Alex, turning away to watch the show, and Max wondered what someone like this was doing in this bar.

Once he turned towards Max, it became very apparently who his manners were for as he looked her up and down brazenly, somehow shaming her even more. So far, Max had been fucked on the pool table, given a blow job, and been tit fucked by a geek in front of over two dozen strangers, and still somehow couldn't meet this man's gaze when he looked at her naked body.

He broke, sinking one ball off the break, striding confidently around the table as he lined up shot after shot, mechanical in his precision and movements. Max shuddered every time he brushed up against her, knowing that he was being deliberate in doing so; he made no other mistakes in his shots.

Still, he ended up sinking four of them, and handed the cue over to her gallantly. Max bent over, trying to line up her shot quickly, but her new opponent would have none of that. "Let me help you." With no power to resist, Max let him lean over her, feeling his shirt and slacks press into her, and she shivered at yet another reminder of her nakedness as he gently swayed the cue back and forth in front of the ball.

"Back and forth, in and out, over and over...." He whispered, the innuendo clear as he moved his back hand towards her slit, but Max defiantly shot it before he could try to distract her, making her first shot as she squirreled away from him.

"Thanks." She tried to smile gamely, but as she leaned over for her next shot her retort was met by a slap on her ass.

"Nice shot."

She glared back at him, but he only inclined his head in response. "Don't miss, because I won't miss again."

He was right, but unfortunately, she was not as she only made two more of her own balls before her opponent ran the table; leaving her with four balls left. The eight ball had just only fell into the pocket before he was clearing the table, motioning to Max while calmly handing the cue off to Alec. "On the table."

Max wordlessly obeyed, crawling onto the felt as her tormentor yanked her by her hair, twisting her around so her face was facing the near wall, and not where most of the men were seated. "Spread your legs as wide as you can for the bar. I'm going to fuck your face while you rub every stray bit of cum you've got into your body." He finished pulling her head so it hung over the edge of the table, unzipping his pants quickly. His rock hard member came out and Max obligingly started to suck on it like a lollipop while her hands went to work on her body, her legs spread and knees high in the air for the males of the bar, hiding nothing from them.

As the man started to slowly work his way in and out of her mouth, his member hardening inside of her, Max became aware that while one hand was smearing every bit of the geek's cum on her torso, making it glisten, her other hand had traveled down to her thighs, and she could feel her nails on her clit as she fingered herself, realizing what was happening as she moaned into the appendage thrusting into her face.

He'd asked her to rub every stray bit of cum..including what was inside her pussy, and her fingers jammed deeper and deeper, digging every bit of cum out as the frenzied crowd hooted and hollered, both at the increasing jackhammering her mouth was taking, but at the **** she was inflicting on her own body while getting used, and the random calls only drove her farther.

"Spread your legs more!"

"Deeper!"

"Rougher! Twist those tits!"

"More fingers! Put that hand inside that cunt!"

Mindlessly she obeyed every command, gagging on the businessman's cock now as her body arched off the table, the pain and pleasure mixing. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, her flagrant **** of her pussy and tits on full display for the bar. One hand alternated between breasts, pulling and mauling while the other hand excavated her pussy, digging out the cum and spreading it over her thighs and stomach, her body now shining with many different fluids.

Even as she struggled, it was too much as she finally stopped rubbing her puckered nipples, both hands now busy fingering herself as she arched off the table in one sudden jagged tensing of her torso, she came, most of it getting on her hand as she obligingly rubbed the rest of it onto the parts of her body she hadn't found any cum for her, feeling the man's dick pull out of her mouth as she sputtered, finally able to breathe naturally.

As she heard Alec say "good luck!", apparently having found her next opponent, Max wondered how she could possibly compete with how much she'd exerted herself so far. It was also then, with her head still loosely hanging over the end of the table, that she realized her tormentor had not came yet, and could only watch in horror as he....