If Marcus Wins The Next Game of Pool He Gets To Fuck Me

Marcus strolls back around to the pool table picking his cue back up. "If I win the next game you’re gonna bend over this table for me, drop those tight leggings and I'm gonna ram my big black cock in your ass." A few of the nearby patrons hear this and turn their heads to listen as he goes on "Then I'll fuck your brains out for everyone in the room to see, that'll be a reeeal nice show for em. I bet they'll appreciate it, I know I will." Marcus finishes with that trademark grin.

My face goes wide and I gasp "Well that's quite the vivid picture. But it really doesn't matter what you want all that much. Because you won't be winning.” I finish making eye contact I hear a whoop from the side. It seems people are taking notice.

“Well well Sam in that case what exactly will I be doing when you win?” He asks with heavy sarcasm.

“You’ll drop to your knees right here and I’ll fuck your face. I won’t stop even if you can’t breathe, I don’t care if you don’t know how to deepthroat I’m just gonna use your mouth like a hole for my pleasure. Then when I cum, your gonna swallow regardless of whether you like the taste or not.” I counter back at him never breaking eye contact. For a moment I catch his expression shift with momentary shock. Then it returns to its normal casual manner. I hear a few more whoops in the room and a whistle. Seems we have some spectators.

“Oh come now Samantha, I don’t need a spoonful of sugar to swallow you” he continues getting a few laughs from the crowd and a smile from me. “Well, looks like we got us a game on our hands” Marcus intones as he begins laying out a fresh load of billiard balls.

On queue my drinks order arrives. “A Cock Up your Arse sir?” the waiter asks seeming as though he’s getting more in the swing of things.

“Oh yes please” I respond.