Anastasia was very good at pool, and a little bit drunk, so when the man at the bar challenged her to a game, she thought she had every chance of winning.
She was so confident, in fact, that she accepted his ridiculous bet – they’d play five games, and for every game she won, he’d pay her a thousand dollars, and for every game he won, she’d remove a piece of her clothing. She even agreed to give him her wallet, phone and car keys as insurance against welching on the bet.
But she’d made a mistake. She was good – but the man she was playing against was a pro. He destroyed her in the first game.
Anastasia tried to get out of the consequences – but the man was insistent. Anastasia was far from home, in a shady part of town, and she couldn’t immediately work out how she’d get home without her car keys, wallet, or phone… so she reluctantly lifted her dress over her head and passed it to the man.
She blushed, goosebumps forming on her flesh, even in the warm air of the bar. She wished she’d worn a bra.
There were cheers and laughter from the men in the bar. She saw some taking photos of her.
“Second game,” said the man, and racked the pool balls.
Once again she lost – even worse than before. She couldn’t concentrate. Everyone was staring at her. Her tits kept brushing the felt of the table whenever she leaned down over it. She was aware that the fabric across her cunt was very thin, and worried people could see through it when she bent over.
After it was over, she realised she could take off her high heels to pay her bet. She should have done that to start with. But when she went to remove them, her opponent said, “No, leave them on. Consider them forfeited to me – you can’t remove them again – but I’d prefer to leave you in heels.”
But after she lost the third game, there was nothing left to remove except her panties. She thought again about backing out of the bet, and just running – but she had a fair idea what might happen to her if she tried to walk home through this neighbourhood in nothing but panties and high heels.
So she took off her panties.
Maybe she could win the next game.
There were crude catcalls from all around as she exposed her waxed pussy to the crowd. It was humiliating all on its own, but what made it worse was the fact she was wet. This exposure was turning her on. She hated it, even as her pussy told her she loved it.
She lost the fourth game. She could barely think. Her cunt was wet. She was red with shame. This was a nightmare. Dozens of strangers had videoed or photographed her naked body.
“I don’t have any more clothes,” she told her opponent.
“Then you’ll need another forfeit,” he told her. “For the fifth game you have to masturbate while you play, and wet the tip of your cue in your cunt before each shot.”
Her eyes bugged out. He couldn’t be serious.
“If you make it through all five games,” he told her, “I’ll give your clothes back.”
She had no choice. She lowered her hand to her pussy, and began to rub. And when it came time to take her shot, she awkwardly manoeuvred the cue to penetrate her fuckhole with the tip, before withdrawing it and making her play.
Not only did she lose, she orgasmed when her opponent sunk the final ball. Right there in front of the entire bar, she found herself cumming like a slut.
She knew what the final forfeit would be, even before her opponent told her, and by this point she no longer objected. She welcomed it. She needed it.
She climbed up on the pool table and spread her legs, and she moaned with pleasure as her opponent penetrated her cunt with his hard cock. She let herself be fucked in public, and it was better than any sex she had ever had.
After it was all over, he gave her back her clothes – and phone, and keys, and wallet – just as he had promised.
But when she went to leave, the owner of the bar stopped her.
“Wait a minute, young lady,” he said. “There’s cum stains on my pool table from your little display tonight. The felt is ruined. You’re not going anywhere until you pay for the damages – and judging by your performance tonight, I think we both know exactly how you’re going to pay it…”
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