The Angry Rooster

Normally, the Angry Rooster was not the type of bar that Kelly Thomas would frequent.  An attractive, divorced school teacher, Kelly preferred to hang out in more upscale watering holes where she was more likely to find an attractive, well-off man.  And the Angry Rooster was definitely not that kind of establishment—it was a dive bar at best.  But Kelly’s best friend and co-worker Denise Walton had asked Kelly to meet her there.  It wasn’t Denise’s type of bar either, but it was close to her home, and as Denise said, it might be fun to “go slumming” for once.

Kelly had put on a typical outfit she would wear on a Saturday night, when she was looking to score a hot stud, but is was an outfit that was definitely going to stand out at a place like the Angry Rooster.  Kelly chose a form-fitting, fire engine red knit dress that hugged her 36C breasts and fell about an inch or two above her knees.  She complimented it with a pair of sheer black pantyhose and her black knee high suede leather boots with the 4 inch heels.  Large gold hoop earrings, a gold bangle bracelet and several rings completed her outfit, and Kelly applied her usual “Saturday night” makeup: bright red lipstick, smoky eye liner and mascara, and just a hint of red rouge. 

Kelly admired herself in the mirror before leaving home.  For 43 years old, she knew she was still pretty smoking hot.  She usually had her choice of men, and hoped that tonight would be no different.  Sure, she was a bit of a cock tease, but didn’t that come with being an attractive blonde MILF?  Kelly never stopped to consider the consequences of dressing like a slut in a bar like the Angry Rooster…

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Kelly had never been to the Angry Rooster before, and she was not impressed when she pulled into the parking lot.  Housed in a dirty-white, one story concrete building, an old sign sat perched on the roof advertising the name, with a picture of, what else but an angry rooster.  An equally old sign on the side of the building boldly stated “Cocks Welcome”.  The pun was not lost on Kelly, but she didn’t appreciate it’s crudeness.  Maybe a dozen vehicles sat in the parking lot, mostly older model pickup trucks.  Even Kelly’s red Ford Mustang looked out of place!

As Kelly entered the front door she was immediately aware that all the patrons of the bar were looking at her.  Kelly didn’t mind…she was used to being the center of attention when she went out.  Not seeing her friend Denise, Kelly took a seat at the bar.

“What’ll you have, hon?” was the bored inquiry from the balding, overweight bartender.  “What’s your house wine?” asked Kelly.  “Look around, sweetheart….does it look like we have a house wine?” was the bartender’s surly , but accurate response.  “Fine, give me whatever beer you have on tap…and a clean glass would be nice…”  The bartender scowled at Kelly as he pulled her draft beer and slid it across the bar to her.

Kelly sipped her beer, silently cursing Denise for picking such a place, and hoping she’d show up soon.  There were maybe a dozen guys in the bar, mostly alone, all hard looking and staring at her.  Kelly saw at least two women in the bar, and while they looked pretty worn themselves, Kelly was happy to see other women in the bar.

As Kelly waited, one of the male patrons got up from his seat at the end of the bar and sat down next to Kelly.  “Hey sweety, can I buy you a drink?”  In his mid-40’s, he  was about 6’2” and 250 pounds, with long scraggly black hair and an unshaven face.  “Thanks, but I have a drink” came Kelly’s curt reply. 
“Well, that’ll save me some money then, won’t it!” he joked.  “Listen, I’m just waiting for my girlfriend, so if you don’t mind, just leave me alone, OK?”  “Fuck you, bitch!  I know your type!  Stuck up snobby bitch that thinks she’s better than everyone else!”  He got up and tromped back to the end of the bar.  Kelly was aware that everyone in the bar had heard the exchange.  One of the women, short with long, stringy brunette hair, scowled at her. 

Screw Denise, she thought, I’m out of here.  I’ll text her that she can meet me somewhere else if she wants.  Kelly drained the rest of her beer and decided to use the ladies room before leaving.  Kelly’s heels clicked loudly on the dirty tile floor as she walked, and she could feel the stares of the patrons.

As Kelly finished her business in the stall, she heard the door open.  Exiting the stall, she was shocked to see the brute from the bar inside the ladies room.  “Listen, I don’t want any problems.  I’m sorry if I offended you.  I’m just going to leave and…”  Kelly’s words were abruptly cut off as a large hand shot out and grabbed her around the neck.  Just as quickly, his other hand curled into a fist, and landed a solid punch to Kelly’s midsection, driving the air out of her lungs, and causing her to drop to her knees.  Kelly’s attacker reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet and simultaneously pushing her against the soiled countertop along one wall.

He pulled up the hem of Kelly minidress with one hand, while at the same time pulling down the waistband of her black pantyhose with the other.  Kelly tried to voice a protest but was still struggling to catch her breath.  “Nice ass cunt!”  The words burned in Kelly’s ears as she quickly realized what was about to happen to her.  Kelly tried to get away, but he easily slammed her back down onto the countertop with one hand.  With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his rapidly-hardening cock.  Using one of his feet, he kicked Kelly’s booted feet apart, simultaneously spreading her legs and lowering her ass to a more convenient height.

“Fucking whore…” he grunted as he shoved his cock into Kelly’s unlubricated pussy.  Kelly shrieked in pain as he roughly entered her.  Finding her breath, Kelly whimpered, “pl…please…don’t do this…pl…please…don’t…..rape…..me……”  “Shut up cunt!  I’ll take what I want and do what I fucking please!  You’re getting exactly what a stuck up cunt like you deserves!”  Kelly grimaced in pain as her attacker savagely thrust in and out of her exposed pussy.  His dick was about 6” long, but thick…thicker than any cock Kelly had ever had inside her before.  He grabbed a handful of Kelly’s shoulder length blonde hair, and yanked backwards until her neck snapped up and she was looking directly into the mirror in front of her.  “Look, bitch!  I want you to watch while I rape your uppity pussy!  Fucking cock teasing whore, thinking you’re better than everyone else!  You ain’t nothing but a common bar whore slag!”  Kelly barely recognized her own face looking back at her, as makeup-stained tears streamed down her face.

Reaching around with his other hand, he pushed it inside the V-neck cutout of her dress and under her bra, groping her left breast.  He roughly squeezed and pinched her breast and nipple, eliciting further squeals of pain from Kelly.  “Nice big whore tits you got” he taunted.  “I bet these have gotten you lots of free drinks, ain’t they?”  Kelly was ashamed as she silently admitted that they had.  Kelly felt like the assault had been going on for hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes before she felt his cock stiffen inside her.  “Please, pull out” she whimpered, “please don’t ….don’t….cum inside me…”  “Fuck you slut!  I’m gonna give you what you need….a pussy full of real man seed!  And don’t act like you’re some kind of fucking virgin…I’m sure this pussy has been filled with plenty of cum, you sorry-assed whore!”  And with that, he erupted inside Kelly’s cunt, blasting a huge load deep inside her.

He pulled out, and an exhausted Kelly slumped to the dirty bathroom floor in exhaustion.  Kelly was relieved it was over, but her relief was short-lived, as he again grabbed her hair and barked at her.  “Get on your knees, cunt. Time to try out that pretty mouth of yours…”  Before she could process that he intended to rape her mouth, he pulled her to her knees, slapped her face, and shoved his still-hard cock in her mouth as she yelped in pain.  Kelly was shocked to taste her own pussy juices, but that was nothing compared to the revolting smell coming from his groin.  The smell of BO was overpowering, and Kelly struggled not to puke as he began to rhythmically thrust his cock in and out of Kelly’s mouth. 

Through tear-streaked eyes, Kelly could see her lipstick smearing along the brute’s cock.  His dick was quickly rock hard again, obviously enjoying the wet warmth of Kelly’s mouth.  His thrusts became more violent, and he put a hand behind Kelly’s head and pulled her into his groin.  The combination of the smell and the thick cock filling her mouth and throat induced a panic in Kelly as she struggled to breathe.  His huge, smelly balls slapped against Kelly’s chin as he savagely raped her face.  Kelly could feel her big hoop earrings swinging wildly in rhythm to the assault on her mouth. 

“So bitch, do you spit or swallow?  I take you for a spitter…but you ain’t gonna spit out my seed.  Hell no!  You gonna swallow every fucking drop of my precious cum….got that bitch?  Spill a drop and you’ll regret it!”  Soon, Kelly felt the now-familiar twitching of his cock as he prepared to cum.  Now with both hands behind her head, he pulled her face into his groin, giving her no choice but to swallow his hot sticky load as it erupted into her mouth and deep down her throat.  Just as Kelly was sure she was going to gag, he released his hold on her and pushed her roughly back against the wall.

Kelly gasped for air as he loomed over her, breathing heavily himself.  The bathroom door opened, and in walked the woman who had scowled at Kelly earlier.  A moment of shock appeared  on her face, but it quickly changed to a big smile as she began to laugh.  “Well, what have we got here?” she smirked.  “Looks like the princess has found her Prince Charming!  Damn Billy, it looks like you done fucked this bitch up good!”  Billy silently nodded in agreement. 

The woman continued, “You know, this bitch ain’t nothing special.  If I had nice clothes like hers, I’d look better than she does.”  Billy thought for a moment, then said “I think you’re right, Sally.  Let’s find out.  Get up, bitch.  Take off them fucking clothes.”  “Wh…what?  You can’t be serious.  Wh…what will I wear?” Kelly managed a weak reply.  “You don’t need any fucking clothes whore!  Now strip!  Don’t make me rip them off you!”

Kelly slowly and painfully rose to her feet, and began to remove her clothes.  Given Billy’s size and obvious strength, she knew she had no choice.  First, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her body.  She placed it on the countertop.  Then she reached behind and un-hooked her red lacey Victoria’s Secret bra, pulling the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.  Billy let out a low, slow whistle.  “I knew you had some nice titties, bitch!  Now keep stripping!”

Awkwardly, Kelly bent over and undid the side zippers on her suede knee boots.  Slowly, she pulled off first the left boot, then the right.  Standing again, she continued rolling her pantyhose, already around her knees, down each leg until she pulled them off, depositing them with the bra and dress on the counter. 

Kelly’s face burned red with shame as Billy exclaimed “Look, Sally!  The whore ain’t wearing no panties!  And her fucking snatch is bald as a baby’s head!   You really are a cock teasing piece of shit bitch, ain’t you?  Now, take off your fucking whore jewelry!”

Kelly was confused for a moment, then slowly began to remove her earrings, bracelet and rings, placing them on the counter.  Kelly caught a glimpse of her naked body and makeup-smeared face in the mirror, as Sally swept up all her belongings, including the purse she’d brought into the bathroom, and retreated into the toilet stall. 

“Pl….please…no more…let me go now….I won’t….won’t  tell anyone….what you’ve done….” Kelly choked out between tear-induced sobs.  “Fucking cunt!  We’re done when I say we’re done!”  And with that, Billy reached out and slapped Kelly’s face…hard.  Her head spun and her hair flew in reaction to the slap.  Before she could even gasp, Billy started delivering a series of even harder slaps to her breasts.  Kelly’s pendulous tits swung heavily back and forth as Billy delivered slap after slap, each one landing with a sickening “crack” sound.  When he tired of her tits, he began delivering the same kind of abuse to her ass, which was soon burning a bright red.  “You got a nice tight ass, cunt.  I bet you’re one of those bitchy suburban MILFs that works out at the gym everyday, don’t ‘cha?”

Billy didn’t cease is assault on Kelly until the stall door opened and Sally walked out.  “Well, Billy, what do you think?  I’m just as hot as that dirty piece of trash, ain’t I?” Sally crowed.  Sally wore every piece of Kelly’s clothing, including her jewelry, and had even applied a coat of Kelly’s own lipstick from her purse.  The thought of another woman…this woman…this dirty, skanky woman….wearing her clothes sickened Kelly.

“Oh hell yeah Sally!  You look good enough to fuck!  Let me finish with this whore, and we can go back to my place and fuck proper like.”  The last thing Kelly remembered was Billy grabbing her and slamming her head repeatedly into the metal paper towel holder on the wall, until she lost consciousness…

***

Kelly awoke slowly, with a pounding headache.  For several moments she had no idea where she was or what had happened.  Then, as her vision began to clear, she saw the Angry Rooster  sign on top of the building.  She realized she was in the back seat of her own car, in the parking lot where she’d left it.  Slowly, she began to remember everything that had happened to her.  It explained the pain she felt throughout her entire body…the cold stickiness between her legs…the terrible taste in her mouth.  In the dim light from the parking lot lights, Kelly tried to comprehend what she was wearing.  Then she realized she was wearing Sally’s clothes….clothes she no longer needed, since she was now wearing Kelly’s expensive designer dress and boots.  Kelly shuddered with revulsion as she realized she was wearing the cheap, dirty, smelly clothes of Sally the bar hag.  Kelly had never felt so unclean in her entire life. 

Kelly dragged her aching body from the back seat and got into the driver’s seat, anxious to get as far away from this place as quickly as possible.  Kelly found her car keys on the floor of the car, and started up the engine.  She noticed a note lying on the front passenger seat:

“I have your drivers license bitch.  I know where you live.  Don’t even think of calling the cops.  Thanks for the fuck, you lousy stuck up cunt.”

Kelly realized she didn’t have her purse, which meant they had her driver’s license, credit cards, makeup, the $80 in cash she’d had, everything.  But Kelly didn’t care…those things were nothing, compared to what Billy had actually taken from her…

As Kelly put the car in reverse to leave the parking lot, she instinctively looked in the rearview mirror.  In the dim light, she could make out the word “SLUT”, written in lipstick on her forehead.

THE END