I apparently have something on the brain.

We've been drinking since... brunch? I match her drink for drink, like I always do. One by one friends trickle out and go back to their lives until we are the only ones left to stay and drink. There's nothing like being tipsy in the late afternoon. There may be nothing more beautiful than a swollen orange sun lilting through a tall glass of cold beer. Especially when you're with someone who makes you wet.
She's got solid, broad shoulders and wears a button up shirt well. Long, jet black, grab-able hair. If she were wearing a loosened tie I wouldn't be able to hold back. It's her hands, though, that I want most. They're strong, and just rough enough to where I can imagine them on my nipples.
I feel it every time her leg presses against mine under the table. I feel it push against my thigh. I feel it in my nipples, which straighten and tighten and swell. I feel it tingle in my clit, beginning to ache from the day and the alcohol. I feel it in my cunt, which starts to pulse and soak my panties.
Her hands have become more courageous as the day has worn on. They casually run over my forearm, my back, and have finally begun brushing my legs, leaving trails of heat and then simply cold and lacking.
Black ink crisscrosses her tan forearms. They flex when she reaches for her glass, and the patterns curve slightly more. It's fucking gorgeous.
"Lets play pool."
I'm shit at pool. She nods her head to the table, and walks ahead of me, pulling quarters out of her pocket. The pools table's in a back room, and I follow her, watching her strong and unapologetic gait. We tuck away in the room, placing tall glasses on the side of the table. She racks and I watch, holding a cue. I watch every move she makes, and while my eyes are locked on her arms, hips, ass, and legs, I barely notice her turn around to watch me watch her. She watches my lips purse, watches my chest swell. She watches me suck softly on my bottom lip, letting it pop out wet and red. She watches as I notice her, and she watches me blush.
"Break." I finally say, my voice soft and blushing.
"Whatever you like, Princess."
She smiled and bends, breaking the balls with a huge clack, and they ricochet. Every time it is my turn, I make sure to bend for her, letting my ass shift and sway. I arch my back, sit on the edge of the table as she shoots, wait until she is watching me to move. She knows what I'm doing, and she doesn't stop me.
I bend over, and I finally feel her hand on the small of my back. I smile, returning to the pressure against her hand. She presses harder, and I press back. She finally pushes with all her weight and I collapse down on the table with a thump. I turn my head but she grabs my hair and puts it back in its place.
"Look forward."
I nod.
"Take the cue and hold your arms straight out, but don't let them touch the table."
I do as she says, holding my breath. Her hand disappears from my back and I take a large breath, which she immediate spanks hard out of me.
I reel from the pressure and pain, the searing sting on my ass, the slam of my hips into the table.
"Don't lower your arms."
I hold them onto an inch or two from the table, but perfectly straight out. She spanks me again, and I suck in a breath this time. Her hand comes down again on my ass, hard. I am still wearing a skirt, so she doesn't bother warming me up. She simply begins to come down hard on my ass in rhythmic blows.
"If you can take ten more in silence you can lower your arms."
I nod and she begins slowly. Each one is powerful and I ache to whimper. I bite my lip and breathe quickly through my nose, trying to hold back my voice. Three, four, five smacks and I am aching.
After the fifth she pulls down my tights, lifting my skirt without hesitation. I am bare-assed for her and whoever comes into the back room of the bar. I squeeze my eyes tight, and when I open them all I see are multi-colored balls on endless, soft green. I want to lay my head down but I hold myself up, the pool cue shaking but not dropping. Six and my breathing is ragged. Seven and I am trembling. Eight and I am shaking. Nine and I let out the smallest, most regrettable chirp in the back of my throat. She stops. I breathe, wanting to cry. The muscles in my arms are aching and tense.
"Start at one. No noise."
I want to cry out, I want to beg, but mostly i want to put the cue down. I breathe through the first several, my mind floating as I feel endorphins flood my body. I know I can get through this and be a good girl for her.
Five and I am visibly trembling. She walks around the table and I am desperate for the reprieve. With this moment, I breath a little easier.
She removes the cue from my hands and I do not let them fall. I am nervous. She picks up the eight ball and the cue ball and places on in either hand. Their weight is almost too much; I almost begin to cry.
She walks back around slowly.
"Six."
Each blow makes my hands jerks a little, but I do not touch the table.
"Do you hate me?"
I nod, my face tight, my breath held.
"Breathe." I do, quietly. I cannot give her the satisfaction of making me drop these balls. She got a single noise, and I am not going to give her another.
"Good girl." I smile, but only on one side. She spanks me harder, and I gasp, tightening my mouth. The burn is turning to numbness and with each bare-handed spank, I expend I am turning redder, more swollen.
"Your ass is white hot, Princess." I smirk again, snorting out a little breath of laughter.
Seven. I am resilient. With the end in sight, I tighten my grip on the balls.
Eight. I can taste relief.
"You can drop your arms on ten." I nod.
Nine and my legs have begun to shake. My knees are tightening and bracing against the table. I want the last one so much I now ache in a new way.
As soon as I feel the tenth blow I drop the balls and her hand begins to fly down, pounding over and over and over again on my ass. I cry out, and try to turn away, fighting to get out from underneath her as she wraps am arm over my waist and holds me against the table. I begin to curse at her, wriggling hard, trying to fight back as blow after blow after aching blow comes down on my bare ass. I turn enough to spit directly at her, which only makes her lean up and smack me in the face.
With her arm free I finally turn over onto my back and her hand comes down once hard on my cunt. I scream out just as she plunges her fingers deeply into my pussy. I tighten around her fingers against my will, crying out again as she proceed to thrust hard.
I lean up on my arms and she pushes me back down, her thumb nail running rough over my soaked cunt. I try and push her off, but my arms are so weak from holding them up I can barely make her notice I have touched her. I collapse back instead.
I push my hips against her hand, and she takes her other hand to push down on my pelvis, pinning me to the table. She is not even going to let me fuck her back.
This is not about me.
She climbs onto the table and sits on my waist, straddling, holding my upper body down. Her fingers pound my cunt, which is not dripping down onto the green felt of the table. My tights are around my thighs, holding my thighs together.
I push against her hands but all I can do it take. All I can do is tighten around her and curl my toes and struggle not to cum in her hand.
She pushes in a third finger and I am stretched, crying out and arching up as far as her body will let me. I push down against her hand as much as I can. I want more.
She works my clit hard, mercilessly. Her nails scrape over it, finding the spot that makes me whimper and hold my breath and focusing on it. She wants me to cum for her. All I am allowed to do is perform as told.
I struggle not to. I fight hard, trying to let my mind wander, trying to steady my breath but she is unrelenting. I don't want to cum for her. Not here.
I have little choice in the matter and I scream. I cum hard on her fingers, tensing, gripping. Her hand lets go of my pelvis and I push hard on her hand, my muscles clenched so tight I fear what I'm about to feel.
She climbs off of me and takes her hand, covered in my cum, and wipes it across my cheek. I can feel it coat my cheek, and my mouth tightens, my eyes narrow.
"Don't wash your face until you get home tonight. They should see what a slut you are."