Message-ID: <6483eli$9802271728@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Mastwords1 <Mastwords1@aol.com> Subject: NEW STORY "Orgasm She Could Not Control" PART TWO (Attack) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6d52fb8e.34f6fa86@aol.com> Warning: Do not read this story unless you are an adult, 18 or over. It contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity. “Orgasm She Could Not Control” Part Two By J.B. Mast Traci screamed and pulled the buzzing, vibrating nine inch black rubber prick from her vagina. It made an audible pop as it exited her pussy. She threw it to the floor and jerked the bed cover over her wet, naked body. “Get out of here!! Who are you?!! Get out !,” she yelled, pulling the cover up to her chin. She saw a tall, muscular black man standing there, looking at her. He had a shaved head. He was pushing a small cart carrying tiny bottles of liquor, soft drinks, and baskets of packaged snacks. He was wearing hotel servants white pants and shirt. “Sorry, lady. I just came in to service your mini-bar. I didn’t see any Do Not Disturb sign on your door. I guess I came in at the wrong time.” “You get the hell out of here this second or I’ll call the police and the management and have you fired!! Get out, do you hear me?!!” The man pushed the cart aside and took a few steps toward the bed. “Now, just a second, m’aam.” His voice became angrier. “I apologized for comin’ in on you. There’s no need to get all bad about it.” In a mixture of frustration, embarrassment and terror, Teri screamed at him again. “Get the fuck out of here!! Do you understand that?” The man hesitated a second, then turned around and walked toward the door. He took the Do Not Disturb Sign off the inside knob, opened the door, hung it outside and locked the door--from the inside. He turned and walked back over to the bed. Teri yelled, “What are you doing? Oh, my God, get out of here!” As he continued toward her, Teri picked up the phone and began to dial for help. “I’ll fix you, you son of a bitch,” she shrieked. He grabbed the phone away from her, jerked it out of the wall and smashed it on the floor. “You be the bitch, baby. And I’m gonna do the fixin.” He slapped her face with as much speed and power as an athlete smashing a handball and jumped on top of her, muffling her screams with his hands over her mouth. Teri thought he was going to kill her. She was pinned down under the cover, naked, sopping wet, terrified, with a black man who she thought must have weighed 220 pounds hunched over her upper body, wrapping a pillow case around her head to gag her into silence. Through tight clenched jaws he said, “You make one move and I’ll break your fuckin neck. Understand, ho? Lay there and do what I say. You got that, bitch?” She shook her head yes and did not move. The man lifted himself off her, stood beside the bed and began unbuttoning the fly of his white pants. “You woulda been fine if you hadn’t started doin’ all that yellin’, woman. You woulda been fine.” His pants fell to the floor and he pulled down his shorts and dropped them to the floor. Teri was frozen in fear. She could not move. He jerked the cover off her and held his enormous black cock in his hand as he looked at her naked body. She had never seen a black man’s cock except in videos. She was astonished to see how long it was. “I came in here doin’ my job and find you doin’ yourself with some big rubber cock. You think that’s my fault, bitch? Then you go screamin’ all that shit at me. Well, now I’m gonna give you somethin’ to scream about, girl.” He picked up the black rubber dildo Teri had thrown to the floor. “If you like this fake dick, think how much you gonna love this one, mama.” He held his stiff penis along side the black dildo, measuring it. His cock was almost as long and much wider in circumference. Teri tried to twist her legs, roll her lower body over on the bed to move her pubic area from his sight. He slapped her face again. “Did I tell you to move, bitch?!! “ he yelled. “I want to see some of that good pussy. Roll back over and spread your legs.” Teri didn’t move. He slapped her again and held his shaft to her face. “You don’t roll back over, I guess that means you want my cock up your ass. Is that what you want? Is that why you rolled over, bitch?” Teri rolled back over on her back and spread her legs. “That’s more like it, baby.” He took off his shirt, sox, shoes, admiring Teri’s body and her exposed pussy. His body rippled with glistening muscles. He towered over her as he stroked his cock, almost as if he was deciding what to do with her. He was sweating profusely. He climbed on the bed and got on his knees between her legs. He masturbated his long, hard dick as he looked at her wide open pussy. “Now I’m goin’ to give you somethin’ for you to remember me by, baby, remember me good.” He pushed the pink tip of his penis into her vagina and held it there. He inhaled sharply as his cock entered her. He started to pump. Teri had never been so afraid in her life. She visualized him killing her after he ravaged every orifice of her body. All of a sudden there was sharp rap on the door. A woman’s voice said, “Room service. Room service here with your dinner.” The black man pulled his cock from her pussy almost instantly and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to take the gag off your mouth. Tell her you’ll be with her in just a moment. Tell her you’re getting dressed. Do it or I’ll kill you right now.” After he removed the gag, Teri resisted the urge to scream for help and did as she was instructed. She did her best not to sound panicked. “Be with you in just a minute. Just got out of the shower.” Still on top of her, the man whispered menacingly, “I’ll be behind the door. One wrong move and you’re dead, bitch.” Read part three and subsequent chapters to come and I promise you’ll discover this story is far from predictable. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |