Message-ID: <38392asstr$1032513003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20020919234647.20578.qmail@web13106.mail.yahoo.com> From: Quivering Flesh <quivering_flesh@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 16:46:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Pool Hall Bitch (MF nc rape humil) x-asstr-no-archive: no x-no-archive: no x-asstr-message-id-hack: 38392 Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 05:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/38392> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? New DSL Internet Access from SBC & Yahoo! http://sbc.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Pool Hall Bitch (ASSM).txt" begin> Hey, this is my story, so don't steal it! Repost elsewhere if you want, but leave it intact (including the email address at the end). Enjoy! Kisses, quivering_flesh@yahoo.com ________________________________________________________ "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. ___________________________________________________ You are free to repost this story, but only in it's entirety, including author's email address. COPYRIGHT 2002 QUIVERING_FLESH@YAHOO.COM <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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