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               "Pool Hall Bitch" (MF nc rape humil)

     It was my usual Friday night hanging out at the bar,
chatting with the other guys and looking to see if there was
any fresh pussy interesting enough to bother fucking. Some
Fridays I went home first to change, but tonight I was in a
"fuck it" mood and drove over right from work in my dirty
jeans and an old Tee-shirt. I had fifty bucks in my pocket
and half a pack of smokes -- plenty to make happy if nothing
good enough on two legs was around.
     
     I was at the bar, yakking with Tom when I first spotted
the bitch. She was certainly an eyeful. Mid-twenties
probably, long black hair, very shapely body, wearing a tube
top and short leather skirt. Legs in stockings and feet in
high heels of course. Once I noticed her, I noticed most of
the other guys and all the broads were noticing her too. She
was sitting at the other of the bar, perched on a stool,
swinging her foot to catch your attention -- as if she
needed to do that.
     
     She was looking over at some guy playing pool, trying
to give him the eye. I laughed to myself, he'll have a good
fuck tonight, I said. The guy's buddy poked him with his cue
and pointed toward the Bitch. She smiled at him and turned
away. He grinned, tossed his stick over to someone else, and
leisurely strolled toward the bar. He wasn't a bad looking
guy. A bit of a beer belly, which I didn't have to worry
about, but enough swagger to easily get into wet holes on a
regular basis.
     
     So, what happens? The guys sits down next to her,
starts chatting her up, and she blows him off! What the
fuck? He retreats back to his pool game, and his buddy makes
the "You're out!" sign and they all laugh. He shrugs it off
-- you win some you lose some -- and racks up the balls
again for another game.
     
     OK, maybe he had bad breath or something. But this
Bitch does the same thing to another guy -- and another, and
another! One major fucking cock tease. She' better hook up
with one of these clowns when she leaves, cause otherwise --
     
     At this point I had to take a piss. After a satisfying
whiz I was headed back to my stool when I passed the phone.
The Bitch was holding it to her ear, listening in a bored
kind of way, waving an unlit cigarette around. She saw me
and  motioned me over to give her a light, giving me that
"come fuck me look" she'd thrown at the saps inside.
     
     I went over easily enough, giving her a nice big,
"yeah, I'll fuck you" smile and digging my lighter out of my
jeans. I flipped it open and applied the flame to the end of
her smoke as she puffed it. I pocketed my Zippo, then just
as she was about to make some smartass bitch comment, I
snatched the cigarette from her mouth.
     
     "Thanks for the butt," I said and headed into the bar.
     
     "Hey, asshole," she called after me, "that's mine."
     
     I stepped back toward and whack! slapped her hard
across the face.
     
     "This is what's yours," I said, the cigarette dangling
from my mouth.
     
     Her eyes got big and her mouth snarled, but then a deep
red blush shot up her face all the way to her hairline.
Damn, the slap had turned the bitch on. Interesting, I
thought, as I turned away again. I didn't see her again that
night. She just disappeared. Some of the guys wanted to go
after her and shove it up her, but they cooled out when I
told them how I hit her. That was enough for them, and they
went back to shooting pool and bitching about their old
ladies.
     
     Next Friday I'm at the bar as usual. I'd completely
forgotten about the Bitch -- until I see her again.
Different outfit, but same "come fuck me" look. I pay her no
mind. Most of the guys remember too, and don't give her
anything more than dirty looks. She gets a couple of guys to
fall into her trap; one she even kept chatting with her for
over fifteen minutes before she blows him off.
     
     About ten minutes later I'm deep into bike-chat with
Tom when the Bitch walks up behind me and grabs my pack of
cigarettes off the bar. I try to grab her, but she's gotten
away, sashaying into the ladies. Enough of this shit. I'm
off my stool and in two seconds bang through the ladies
door. There's a couple of other broads in there two, but
they know me and don't pay me any mind -- even Grace, one of
the waitresses, who's taking a piss in one of the three
doorless stalls.
     
     The Bitch is standing in one of the others. She takes
one look at me, and turns the pack upside over the bowel,
dropping my cigs into the piss water.
     
     "Hey ladies," I say to the others, "you're done in
here." The two skidaddle. Grace pulls on her panties,
smoothes her skirt and flushes.
     
     "Grace," I call to her as she's headed out, "you got
some toilet problems in here. Put the out-of-order sign up
until I fix 'em." Grace is gone and it's just me and the
Bitch now. She suddenly looks scared. She tries to get out
of the stall, but I block the door and push her back in --
hard. She almost stumbles, but catches herself. I shove her
again, knocking her against the cold tile of the back wall.
She's got to straddle the toilet to stay on her feet.
     
     "What you gonna do, asshole," she sneers, "rape me?"
     
     I grab her throat and pin her to the wall.
     
     "Yeah, I might. Just not sure I want to dip my cock in
your filthy cunt."
     
     She spits in my face. Boom! I pop her a vicious one,
knocking the side of her face against the tile. When she
turns back blood is trickling down from her busted lip. But
her face is so flushed that you can't even see my hand print
on her. She starts to struggle, trying to scratch me with
her nails. I lift her up by her throat a bit.
     
     "Shithead bastard -- " she gurgles.
     
     Boom! I smack her with the back of my hand. I reach
under her skirt and tear at her panties. She's breathing
heavy now.
     
     "No!" She starts to scream. I squeeze her neck, choking
off her objections.
     
     I've got her panties in shreds. I unzip my fly and pull
my cock out. Damn, it's hard as my bike's drive shaft. She
kicks and claws, but a couple more smacks subdue her. She
doesn't want her face bruised too badly, that's for sure.
     
     Then I'm hard against her, my chest flattening her
tits, my hips pressed against hers. Our legs are spread
around the toilet under us, so it's no problem to find her
hole -- and what do I discover? The cunt's swollen and
bursting like a ripe peach. She's fighting me, but her cunt
says she wants it. So, she's going to get it.
     
     I shove into her, with the first thrust driving my cock
up her tight hole right up into her belly. She tries to
scream, but I'm thrusting so hard and squeezing her throat
so tight, she's got nothing to scream with. I knock her
against the wall with every thrust and fucking shit don't it
feel good, pounding her against that hard cold tile. I've
got my face an inch from hers, grinning away, one hand tight
around her throat, pressing her head back against the wall,
the other squeezing a boob, twisting it until her face
grimaces in pain, but ready to smack her if I need to.
     
     "Hey, bitch, I got something else for you," I grunt,
shooting my cum up inside her. I ram deep and hold it there
as I spurt, getting the spunk way back inside her where
it'll do the most good. Then I feel her cunt spasming. She's
fucking cumming, the dirty bitch!
     After my cock calms down, I yank a length of t.p. off
the roll and pull out, wiping my dick, which is thick with
my cum and her cunt drippings. I shove the dirty wad of
soggy t.p. into her mouth. Damn, if the sight of that ball
of ass-whip paper clogging her mouth doesn't make my cock
jump again. But once I've released, last thing I want to do
is touch the bitch again. I let her go, and she slides down
onto the toilet bowl, gagging and crying and shaking.
     
     "Clean yourself up, bitch," I command, and walk out.
     
     A couple of the guys are hanging around in the
corridor, making sure nobody goes in.
     
     "Hey, Tom," I say, "gotta smoke? I'm all out."
     
     Later one of the boys tells me Grace helped the Bitch
slip out of the back and into her car. She drove away and
disappeared. Fine by me.
     

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