Cory's Bar Brawl
by The Blues
Barkeeper Rose and a female guest punish a drunk guy for seducing the wrong girl.


Once again, Cory was the last remaining guest at Rose's bar, sitting over his
fourth beer. With each beer, his glances at the tall, red-haired barkeeper
grew more obstrusive. As usual, Cory had already arrived late. His interest
had slowly shifted downwards from her long, red curls to her revealing, white
shirt, tightly knotted around her breasts.

Rose had learned to live with the greedy looks, and she knew Cory as a regular
guest probably wouldn't be up to a whole lot of trouble. He was a lousy
small-time criminal, usually waiting at her bar for the appropriate time to
break into stuff, occasionally seducing female guests. She was fine enough
with that as long as he paid his drinks and kept his hands off the barkeeper.

"Finish your beer, Cory", Rose murmured in boredom, "I'm tired..."

"Whatever, Boss", Cory sighed, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of leaving
before the next beer, "can I have another drink to go?"

When she was just about to start arguing, the door opened. "I'm closing", she
called to the visitor.

"Please, I won't stay long. You're the last chance for a hot coffee I found
around this town." The female voice attracted Cory's attention. He turned
around to inspect the visitor, immediately stunned by her sexy looks. She was
a young, slim woman with long, black hair hanging in her face, dressed in
shiny, black high heels, a blue denim miniskirt and a fitting, little jean
jacket buttoned up just high enough to play with Cory's fantasy. She was
stunning.

"Well", Rose sighed and turned to the coffee machine, "whatever, boss."

"Thanks a lot", the girl smiled, "I still have a long way to go."

"You aren't from here, sugar?" Cory smiled at the visitor.

"No", she replied briefly, quickly turning her attention to the barkeeper
again.

"Then why don't you have a drink with me", he kept bothering her, "I can make
your stay worth while if you like." The visitor eyed him skeptically through
dark brown eyes when she realized ignoring him wouldn't help either. She saw a
drunk guy with distressed hair, wearing a brown, unbuttoned leather vest
revealing his bare chest, and a pair of tight blue jeans.

"Listen, man", she told him, "I doubt a drunk redneck could make my stay worth
while."

Rose shook her head and sighed while she was preparing the coffee. There was
trouble ahead.

Cory stood up and further approached the sexy stranger, revealing a huge bulge
at the front of his jeans. "Are you sure? Come on, why not have a try, sugar?"

The visitor smiled, reached for Corys belt and pulled at the front of his
jeans to have a glance inside. A moderately-sized hard-on was tightly packed
in his jeans without any underwear. "I AM absolutely sure", she insisted, took
Cory's drink and slowly spilled the remaining beer into his jeans.

While she had made her position clear enough, Cory was turned on by the mess
the sexy dark-haired had made. He felt the cold, wet beer run over his
genitals down his legs, slowly soaked up by his jeans, with the stranger
throwing a superiour grin at him. He pattet the wet bulge in his jeans and
asked: "Alright bitch, can I at least offer you a beer, then?"

That was enough. The stranger suddenly grabbed for Cory's testicles, tightly
closing her fist around them. Before he could even scream, she delivered a
straight punch to his nose. He tumbled backwards with a bleeding nose, but her
tight grip around his genitals wouldn't let him get far. Forcefully, she
yanked him back by his balls, just to deliver another punch right to his jaw.
His head was thrown to the side by the force of the impact, spilling blood
over the floor, but the painful grip around his testicles kept him standing.

"Did you get the idea, fucker?" she yelled at him.

"Yeah, sure", he replied, blood running out of his mouth, "so you like it
rough, slut? Can I invite you to punch some cum out of my cock?"

"Shut up!" She released his testicles, stepped back and swung her leg up
powerfully, scoring a perfect hit on Cory's balls with the pointy tip of her
shoe.

The two women watched Cory drop to his knees, screaming. "Just don't ruin my
bar", Rose just shrugged.

"I'll do my very best", the stranger nodded, eying the kneeling stranger, "so
you heard the lady? Be polite and try not to vomit." She had barely finished
the sentence when her shoe hit Cory's stomach so hard it finally brought him
to the ground, winding and holding his stomach in agony. The bulge in his
jeans wouldn't disappear, though.

"You're making him horny", Rose speculated, "do me a favour and hand him over
to me. Let's see if we can teach him a real lesson."

"Alright, do your magic", the stranger accepted, pulled Cory to the feet by
his leather vest and held him in place directly in front of the bar for Rose
to take over.

"So you like it rough?" Rose asked innocently, reaching for a long, wooden
spoon, "you want us to punch the cum out of your cock? Then pull it out."

Cory hesitated, eying Rose suspiciously. She always used to be pretty relaxed,
but all the seducing probably annoyed her more than he was aware of. Cory
screamed again when the black-haired bitch yanked the back of his belt up so
forcefully his right ball was almost crushed by his own tight jeans. "Do as
you are told!" she insisted, "we don't want to touch that dirty mess inside!"

Cory surrendered and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his bare, erected penis
wet with beer. "Good", Rose nodded, stroking the hard cock with the wooden
spoon. Cory trembled and couldn't keep his eyes from staring at Roses
beautifully-shaped breasts and hips while she was teasing his penis. She used
the spoon to push his mushroom down to the surface of the counter, and firmly
hold it in place, when she suddenly delivered a powerful punch to the base of
his penis, crushing it between her fist and the counter.

Cory screamed loudly, but the dark-haired bitch holding him would grab his
hair to prevent him from bending down. "How's that?" Rose asked, ramming her
fist into his cock another time. Cory's sore testicles started feeding cum
into his aching penis. "I have asked you a question!" Rose insisted,
emphasizing her question with another punch into his penis that almost made
Cory explode from pain and climax. He moaned, just to recieved another hit.

The final punch hit his cock so hard a crunching noise came from it. Cory
screamed in pain, trying to hold back his juice to prevent it from shooting
through his broken penis, but it was too late. Yelling in agony, he spilled
several loads of white, sticky cum over the counter. "So what?" Rose grinned,
"I thought you'd like that? Now don't come around crying like a baby just
because your dick is broken... I should complain, only look at the mess on my
counter!"

Cory was unable to reply, winding in the black-haired's grip, but she would
quickly find a solution for Rose's problem. "Don't worry about the mess", she
told the barkeeper, "I'll sweep it for you." She released Cory and kneed him
in the testicles from behind to have him bend over. His chest and chin slammed
on the counter, almost making him fade out. Then she grabbed his testicles,
lifting his hips and legs onto the bar by his genitals alone. Cory was
finished enough to barely moan.

Instead of releasing his balls, though, she would push them into his body
violently, pushing Cory along the whole length of the counter, again by his
genitals alone. His broken cock slipped all along the path stuck between the
counter and his jeans, twisting and winding on the way. "Fucking bitches", he
murmured semi-conscious.

"Don't worry, we're almost finished with you", Rose promised, "oh, and by the
way, the coffee is ready." "That's great news", the visitor grinned, dragging
Cory from the counter and holding him on his feet by the back of his leather
vest. Rose had fetched the can of hot coffee, closely inspecting her target
before she would continue. His sore, sloppy penis was hanging out the zipper
of his jeans, like his chest and clothes creamed in a mix of beer, blood, his
own cum and all kind of dirt that had been spilled over the counter during the
evening.

"Pack it in again", Rose ordered, but before he could do anything, she would
grab for the zipper of his jeans and yank it up violently. He moaned again as
his penis got stuck in the semi-closed zipper. Rose yanked the zipper further
up regardless of the obstruction until a small streak of skin tore and allowed
her to fully close his jeans. Then she pulled the front of his belt from his
stomach to spill the hot, fresh coffee over his genitals. Cory screamed and
winded in the firm grip of the visitor while the coffee burnt his battered
genitals, but Rose would empty the whole can into his jeans.

"I hope you learned a little lesson tonight", Rose explained, "it's not that
you aren't generally welcome at my bar. It's rather that you should remember
how to behave and how to treat a lady."

"Whatever, Boss", Cory murmured, barely able to speak.

"Don't worry", the visitor shrugged and turned Cory around to face him, "the
fucker won't annoy any female customer of you for quite some time now. You
little fucker should be grateful the lady allowed you to cum, you won't get
the chance again within the next few weeks..."

With these final words, she punched him in the jaw so hard he was lifted in
the air. His back slammed on the counter, with his legs hanging down to the
ground spreadangled. She lifted up her leg, aimed for his exposed crotch
thoroughly and slammed her pointy heel straight into his right testicles,
immediately followed by a second and final blow to his left testicle, finally
kicking him to unconsciousness.

"Thanks for making coffee, but I guess I'm not as sleepy any longer", the
visitor smiled at Rose and revealed a few dollars, "This is for the mess. And
sorry for fucking up your customer." She spitted in Cory's face for a warm
goodbye before she left into the night.