Trophy Wife's Wild Pool Hall Gangbang

I checked my makeup in the bathroom mirror and quickly brushed my long brown hair. I smiled, looking over at you across the room, and I could tell you approved of your naughty girl's attire. My shredded white top was hanging off one shoulder, with no bra but plenty of cleavage, and of course the nipples were visible beneath the thin fabric. My short leather mini skirt tied on the sides and my fishnet stockings were your favorite. "No panties!" you called out, still looking me over. 

 

I pulled up my skirt to reveal my bare, smooth pussy. "No panties, baby!" I said with a smile, loving the way you just kept looking up and down my body. "Are we about ready, Ken?" I asked, slipping on my heels. "We're going to be late!" "Are we getting excited, Melissa?" he asks as a blush creeps over me. "Yessssssss!" was my only answer as he held the door open for me as I walked through, and he swatted my ass playfully.

 

I was putting on my seatbelt and searching for a good song on the radio when Ken said, "It's your first time being the trophy girl at the pool tournament. Are you sure you can handle it?" I winked and smiled. "Baby, I have been looking forward to this since the first tournament you ever took me to! Me! Trophy Girl! How cool is that?"

 

Ken let out an amused laugh as we drove to Wallen's Bar, his hand on my upper thigh with his fingers stroking my sweet little married pussy. "Just don't forget who takes the trophy home at the end of the night!" he said as we turned into the bar and got out to go inside. "I would never do that, baby!" I said as I grabbed his arm, and we both went inside.

 

Cheers went up as we walked in. Claire, the bar's owner, rushed up to me. "There's our trophy girl!" she said in her highest voice as she placed the trophy girl banner over my head and across my shoulder. She hugged me tight and scattered back to her place behind the bar. The place was busy—really busy—and I started to get a little nervous as I sat down in one of the seats lined along the wall of the room. Lighting was low, music was loud, and more people were making their way in as I looked around at the seven pool tables—six surrounded one center table where the winner's trophy cup was being displayed.

 

The first game started right at 8 p.m., and a spotlight was placed on the center table as I was ushered to my spot, helped up onto the center table, and the winner's cup was passed down the line to somewhere in the back of the room. "Look at her, boys! Our 2024 Summer Trophy Girl! Give her a spin, girl, and let everyone see what's on the line!" I stood up on the center pool table and did three slow turns on the table, being as sexy as possible as the cheers grew louder. I looked over at Ken, and he was smiling so proudly. My baby was proud, and that made me happy.

 

I sat down on the center table, moved over onto my side, and propped myself up on one elbow as the 8-ball was placed strategically between my large breasts. "Let the games begin!" came over the speakers, and the first game of the night was underway. Two big biker guys walked up to the table, flashing a smile my way, and I have to say I was impressed with the muscles, long hair, and tattoos. "That's my trophy girl, Jessee!" said the one with the sandy blonde hair as the guy with the jet black hair laughed. "All mine, Benny!" he smiled back, hitting the cue ball with a loud 'crack,' sending balls scattering all over the table and sinking a stripe.

 

Ken watches me intently, all proud, like he is the biggest winner in the room. I am all caught up in the game, and people are lined up around the walls, cheering on their favorite shooter or just whispering back and forth to one another under their breaths. The game carries on, and in the end, Benny sinks the 8-ball to win the first game. Cheers go up, and it's loud. A large portion of the crowd surrounds me on the table as Benny approaches me.

 

"First recipient of the July trophy girl!" he gloats as he reaches and takes the ball from between my tits. My heart is pounding like crazy as he walks to the top of the table and pulls me by the shoulders to where he is, lying on the table, my head hanging over the end as he takes my trophy girl sash, unzips his pants, and pulls out his extra-thick cock and wraps the sash around it.

 

"First and foremost!" Benny says. "Thanks to Ken for donating tonight's prize!" Ken smiles and gives a thumbs up and keeps us in his sight at all times, especially when Benny rubs his thick, sweaty cock and balls all over my fresh, pretty face, then slowly shoves his dick into my mouth, wrapping my hair around his hand as he moves faster and deeper. He pushes his hand down my top, playing with my nice round tits as he fucks my face. 

 

My heart is still racing, but I'm totally getting turned on from all the attention. "Suck it, pretty baby," Benny says, flipping me over onto my stomach and hiking my skirt up where everyone can see my bare ass, and with a hand on each side of my face, he fucks my mouth without mercy, tears streaming down my face with the forceful thrusting. Through the noise and the cheers, I could barely hear him whisper in my ear, "Get ready to swallow, sweet thang!"

 

The room began to spin a little bit from the lack of oxygen, but I was still sucking when his huge cock exploded in my mouth and down my throat, him holding my head in place until he was sure I had swallowed every last drop of his cum before he pulled out, dried off with my hair, and kissed me sweetly. "Damn fine game! Fucking unforgettable prize!" Benny shouted, fist in the air, as everyone cheered.

 

I was given 10 minutes to clean up, and then I was back for game #2 at the second table. Lying flat on my stomach, skirt hiked up to my hips, and the 8-ball perched perfectly on my nice round ass. I had a new trophy sash, and even more people had made their way into the bar. Up for the second game were a short, balding, pot-bellied middle-aged farmer named Kyle and a tall, slim Mexican named Pedro. I looked over at Ken, and he winked at me and mouthed, "I love you." I yelled out, "I LOVE YOU TOO, BABY!!" as everyone laughed. 

 

We both watched as the second game of the night was well underway, and I was anxious to see whose trophy girl I would be next. Security had to keep pushing the crowd back as the drinks kept flowing and some people were getting out of hand. Ball after ball disappeared, and when the 8-ball was finally sunk, Kyle was the winner, and Pedro shook his hand as he walked away through the crowd.

 

Cheers went up again, and I watched as chunky, bald, and sweaty Kyle made his way over to claim his trophy girl. This guy was anything but my type, but one look at Ken let me know that I had to play my part. So, I smiled as Kyle roughly turned me to my back, pulled me to the edge of the table, and shoved down my top so that my big tits spilled out, much to everyone's delight.

 

Kyle was breathing heavily, and I could smell the sweat as he pulled his surprisingly long dick from his pants. For the first time, I looked around and noticed that a lot of the guys around the walls had their dicks out and were enjoying the show as Kyle slapped his dick hard across my nipples and rubbed his hairy balls into my face. 

 

The smell was bad, and my nipples were stinging as Kyle put his dick between my tits and fucked them like an inexperienced teenager, grunting and thrusting as everyone cheered, and he spilled his load between them, over them, down my neck, and even on my stomach. There was cum everywhere, and I wondered how long he had been saving up that load. He walked away, putting his dick away without saying a single word to me, and thankfully, I was given 15 minutes to clean up before round 3.

 

Back at the restroom, Ken found me and had the biggest smile on his face. "Oh baby, you're making me so proud!" he said. "I have been telling you that I could be a trophy girl for months, baby!" I blurted out like I had just completed some grand feat that was worthy of the front page of the newspaper. "Get cleaned up—it just gets better from here!" Ken says as he smacks my ass hard. I smile and get busy cleaning up all the cum and making myself prize-worthy again.

 

As I walked out and back into the main tournament area, loud cheers and whistles were everywhere. I was clean and fresh and a worthy trophy girl, and just in time for round #3. I hopped upon the lighted table, down on all fours, tits out, and I went face down, ass up, and I could hear Ken scream from somewhere in the room, "That's my baby! Best view in the room!" Holding onto the 8-ball, I watched as two stocky-built Black guys with pool sticks walked up to the next table.

 

 "You ready to fight for some white married pussy, Leon?" the tallest guy called out. "Hell yeah, ain't had no white pussy in a good while, Terrance!" the stockier guy yelled out. The room erupted in cheers and began chanting, "Tight white pussy, can you win? How many inches? She wants 10!" And with the chants, game #3 was on. I could feel the crowd getting closer to me and could feel their hands on my ass and between my legs as the pool game went on, and Leon came out the winner, and he ordered everyone away from his prize.

 

Still ass up and face down, Leon drops his pants and underwear; his long, thick shlong hung between his legs, and I was worried for the first time—no way I was taking that dick. I looked to my right, and Ken was standing right beside me. "Baby, I can't," I said to him. "But baby, you have to!" he insisted.

 

Leon tried shoving his dick into my mouth to get it wet, but I could barely get a fourth of it in my mouth. "You can do it, baby," Ken kept saying as I noticed so many guys jerking off around the room and something going on in a circle in a back corner, but I didn't have time to figure it out before Leon was behind me, on the table, slapping my ass, shoving one, two, three fingers inside me over and over, then four, five, then his fist, and I was hurting, but no one could hear my protests over the crowd. I was fist-fucked to get my little white married pussy ready for the big black horse cock, and as Leon pulled his fist out of me, he shoved his big dick into me. With a thumb in my ass, he pushed deeper and deeper, and the pain persisted. 

 

My tits were bouncing, and I thought I might pass out, but it surprised me when I started to feel myself getting wet, wetter, and I began grinding back on the immense cock, cumming so loud that even the noise could not muffle the orgasmic sounds. I came again and again, and Leon wore me out before he finished, filling me up with his huge load. When he pulled out, cum gushed out of me and dripped down my inner thighs and onto the table. Leon smacked my ass again and said, "Damn good white pussy," and he was off the table and gone.

 

Over the speakers, I could hear the music that signaled the fourth and final round—winner take all round. I wasn't even allowed to clean up as the last game was underway. I couldn't even tell how many people were playing. It seemed to get darker and darker in the room. A large group was still gathered in a circle at the back of the room, and my table was surrounded as the game went on. Within minutes, I could hear that the "winner take all game" had produced a winner. I squinted to see who it was and was shocked to see Ken walk through the crowd. "Guess what, baby?" Ken asked with a smirk on his face. "I won what was already mine!"

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"OK, baby," I said with a smile, ready to jump off the table and run to my baby.

 

"But baby—wait!" Ken spoke, and the room went silent. "It's winner take all, and since I get to enjoy you every day all year long, I want to distribute my winnings tonight among the wonderful people here tonight." And with that, Ken backed away, standing by and watching as his trophy wife enjoyed sharing her body and enjoyed the pleasure of watching Ken as other men satisfied his wife time and time again.

 

And just before it was lights out, Ken said, "One more thing—I know you are going to love this, baby." Back in that back corner of the room where the circle of men was, I could now see the huge trophy that had been on the table earlier. It was picked up carefully and carried to my table, and Ken smiled as I realized that the cup of the trophy had been filled with the cum of innumerable men who had enjoyed watching me be a trophy girl. The trophy was lifted, and I looked up as it was tilted above my head. Chants and cheers were still going up as the cum reward trickled out of the cup, over my head, down my face, and onto my tits. It covered me and the table and went onto the floor.

 

"There's MY TROPHY GIRL!" Ken said, "I'm so proud of my wife in the moment, living my purpose."

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