An insufferable woman is put in her place by a black man who has no fucks to give…
“I am so sick of the people in the room next door!” I thought to myself laying in my hotel bed. All I wanted to do was enjoy a relaxing evening after a work trip but I’m interrupted by the sounds of loud rap music being blasted through the walls by whoever is in the room next to me. I’ve called the front desk several times now but nothing has happened yet. If they don’t stop soon I’ll have to go say something. At age 48, I shouldn’t have to put up with this kind of behavior in a place like this. After all, I’m the vice-president of sales at my company, which is paying for me to be here, and it’s a position I’ve worked hard to get. My ungrateful husband who never seemed to do anything right finally left, well I should say I made him leave. We got divorced after our youngest child moved out for college. He’s got himself some new slutty little girl or some such thing, but I have my career and I’m much happier now. At least I was until the person in the room next door showed up and started blasted the most degenerate ghetto music I’ve ever heard. I wouldn’t play this trashy “music” in a prison, let alone out in public. For how expensive this hotel costs, you would think you’d be placed somewhere away from the “criminals”. It’s been vibrating the walls for the past two hours now and has been saying nothing but the N-word over and over, while talking about drugs, “hoes”, and shooting people.
I have a very important presentation tomorrow and I can’t afford to lose sleep over this. I put my pair of sandals on and went over to knock on their door. First knock, nothing. Second, same thing. Finally, I beat the door hard enough the guy inside finally heard me over his music. As the door opened I was greeted to a sight which was exactly as I had imagined it would be. I tall, very muscular, yet also very thin black man who was covered in tattoos and had long dreads opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of striped boxers and three gold chains around his neck. I guess this is what the role models of today look like… I looked up at him as he asked me what I wanted.
“Could you please turn that music down? I’m trying to go to bed and can barely hear myself think with all this racket!” I said.
“Ey, no need to bitch ’bout it. I’ll turn it down.” the man said in his wannabe gangster voice.
“Did you just call me a bitch!?” I asked shocked, “No one calls a woman like me a bitch you hear me!? I’m not one of your little rap whores you can do whatever you want to, ok? I deserve to be treated with respect!” I said, telling him off.
“Ey, fuck off back to wherever it was you came from bitch before I knock your head in! I said I’d turn my shit down now get outta my face!” he said back.
“Listen hear Mister! I’ll have you know I’ve contacted the front desk about you! Call me a bitch one more time and I’ll call the police! I don’t need some ghetto hoodlum living so close to me!” I said hoping my threats would work.
“You a crazy bitch, you know that? Does your husband not put you on a tight enough leash?” he said condescendingly.
“Oh my God! First of all my husband and I are divorced cause he was a deadbeat, although looking at you I’m starting to reconsider. Second, I already told you I’m not some ghetto whore you can treat like this. You might as well enjoy your shitty music while you can, I’m calling the police for sure now. Hopefully someone can make you niggers be quiet!” I said. That’s also the last thing I remember as the man hit me in the head right after knocking me to the floor. When I woke up I was on a bed, but I knew it wasn’t mine because the music which had started up again was now coming from inside instead of through the walls.
“Oh… What the hell..?” I murmured as I came to.
“You wanna keep being a bitch? Well I think I need to teach a bitch like you a lesson.” the man said as he stood over me.
“Wha– what do mean?” I asked.
“White bitches like you just love to call me a nigga. It’s like you invented the word. Unfortunately for you, bitch, you don’t get to use that word, ‘specially not ’round me you hear? I make sure a white bitch like you learns her place when she calls me a nigga!” he said as he removed his boxers and started stroking his cock.
“What the fuck is that!?” I said shocked as I saw his penis.
“This here is a real man’s cock. Not like a white bitch like you has ever seen one. I bet your husband’s dick fell off after dealing with your shit for too long. I know I’d probably kill you if I had to deal with your shit every day.” the man said as his cock grew to at least 7 or 8 inches long. Well over my ex-husband’s size.
“Are you seriously thinking you’re gonna fuck me? I can say that word all I want and you can’t do shit! Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! You hear that!?” I said back to him as my head was sore from his assault.
“Keep diggin yo grave bitch, I’m fucking yo bitch ass one way or another…” he said as he moved closer to me. As I lay there on his bed, rap music blaring, he grabs the neck of my t-shirt and rips it open all the way down so that it now opened up like a jacket, revealing my breasts which were exposed as I had taken my bra off earlier after getting off work. It was in this moment when my expression changed, and I knew he really meant what he said. Even if it was nearly unintelligible ghetto terms, I still knew he intended on fucking me. As I tried to resist, he slapped me hard across the face, leaving a red mark, and buying him time to forcibly rip my sweatpants off my legs leaving only my pair of panties left before being completely naked.
“Shit, bitch! I never though a bitchy ass Karen like you would have a body like this!” the man said groping my tits and feeling up my thighs.
“I swear to God if you touch me!” I said before he slapped me again, ripping my panties straight off my body.
“Shut up bitch! No one needs to hear you bitching any ‘mo!” he said.
He turned me onto my stomach and pulled me onto my hands and knees. I never allowed my husband to do this position with me because of how demeaning it looked and felt, but here this man is holding me down by the neck in one hand and pulling my ass back in the air with the other. I looked at his clock as the time read 10:36 pm, the minute my world forever changed. In that moment he shoved his cock inside me, violating my body, and sinking it all the way to my cervix. All I could do was yelp as his cock was clearly too big for my pussy, but he obviously didn’t care if it fit or not. As he began to ravaged me from behind, he started to slap my ass hard, over and over. I was crying from how painful it was to have such a thick cock inside me. I was trying to make enough noise that someone might hear me over his horrible taste in music. No such luck as I succumbed to his hard, ravaging motion inside my tender pink pussy. My husband never dared fuck me like this. I am a professional business woman and I demand to be treated like one, even in bed.
Yet there was something about his lack of empathy, his raw emotionless savagery. His ability to rip my clothes off with ease and hold me down while fucking me like a captured slave whore that was beginning to make my pussy water. I didn’t dare make a noise of approval, he might think I’m enjoying this, but deep down I think my body wanted this. His hips slamming against my ass cheeks over and over as his big black cock filled my pussy up not just by length but by it’s girth as well. He felt like one of those giant machines they use to dig subway tunnels, boring a wider path through my pussy that hasn’t been touched since I last slept with my husband 8 years ago, probably never touched like this. The whole time my boobs were hanging down and swaying every which way as his thrusting into my warmth made the cheap mattress creek and the headboard slam against the back wall repeatedly.
Soon my moaning, whether out of pain or pleasure, became to loud for him so his solution was to grab the ripped t-shirt I had on and wrap it around my face. Not just my mouth, but my entire head, covered like a mummy, as he pulled back on each end hard like the reigns on a horse as he fucked me even harder than before. I couldn’t even scream, just muffled sounds of sexual intensity as my poor white pussy was ravaged by this big black thugs cock. With my torn shirt around my face, my body betrayed me and I entered into the most intense, quivering orgasm I’ve ever felt in my entire life. His unfeeling brutality in the way he fucked me turned me on so much that I shot out a burst of pussy juice all over his bed and collapsed onto it screaming and hyperventilating like a deranged slut while he just followed me down and keep fucking me prone into the bed. I had to claw at the shirt over my mouth to get him to remove it so I could gasp for fresh air once again.
“PLEASE FUCKING GOD! DON’T FUCKING STOP! I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE HOW GOOD YOU FUCK ME!” I screaming in a dizzy orgasm induced blur.
“That’s it bitch, no you know how a real nigga treats his bitch!” he said back, but I wasn’t even on the same plain as he was. My body was in a state that I had never felt before. I begged him to keep fucking me. Longer, harder, deeper.
“I can’t fucking take it! My pussy hasn’t felt this fucking good in years!” I moaned to him. He pulled me back up into the doggy position he started me in, this time with his right arm wrapped around me so that his forearm was pressed against my boobs and his left hand was pulling on my hair, slamming harder into my ass than before as he ravaged my aching cunt.
“JESUS YES! FUCKING CHRIST I FUCKING NEED IT!” I screamed as he picked up the intensity after slowing for my first orgasm.
As he fucked me, I felt his long hard shaft slip out of my pussy, but before he put it back in, he grabbed my leg and threw me over on my back, collapsing his entire body weight on top of me with his cock deep inside my hole. Missionary was the only position my husband and I ever did, but it never felt like this. He was kissing me or looking at me or anything. Instead he had his head buried in the sheets next to me with his hand over my head pulling me down as he thrust up into my pussy. My legs spread wide and back allowing him the deepest access into my body. I felt his cock begin to pulse, my husband never lasted this long with me, if he even came at all it was within 30 seconds. Looking back over at the clock it now read 11:03pm, that’s almost half an hour of the most brutal fucking of my life.
“PLEASE FUCKING CUM IN MY PUSSY! FUCKING PUMP ME FULL OF THAT THICK NIGGER CUM! I FUCKING WANT IT ALL!” I moaned in a complete reversal of how our interaction started off. But instead of cumming inside me as I thought. He pulled out and stroked his cock over my face as he knelt over me, resting on my tits. Grunting heavily, he began to shoot rope after thick, creamy, warm rope all over my face and down on my tits as well. I couldn’t believe it, I had never been ejaculated on like this before! It was all over my face, my hair, my tits. He did nothing to help me clean up. He only shoved the tip of his cock against my lips as if he expects me to lick it or something. After I swatted it away, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up off the bed. He dragged me to the door and threw me out into the hallway, completely naked, without even giving me my clothes back. Even though they were torn up and couldn’t be worn, it was better than this.
“Now fuck off, bitch!” the man said before slamming the door and locking it in my face.
I stood there in the hall, outside both our doors with cum on my face and tits, no clothes, no room key, no phone, nothing. I couldn’t get into my room nor call for help. Just when I though my embarrassment couldn’t get worse, I heard a door open down the hall. I cover myself with my hands and hoped it would be a woman who could help. From embarrassment to hope, it quickly turned to fear once more as I saw who it was, a pair of two black men who looked just like the one next door to me.
“Ayo, what do we got here?” said the first man.
“A fine ass white bitch all ready for a night of fun…” said the other.
I feared my night was only just beginning, and the last thing on my mind was my presentation tomorrow morning…
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I hope you enjoyed this story as always. My goal for this story/character was a typical middle-aged Karen type woman whose just horrible to everyone around her, yet is never in the wrong in her own mind. I hope I portrayed that bitchiness well enough as I have never tried a character like this before.
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