"Don't look at me. You don't get to look at me."
"What do you want me to do then?" Caroline threw her hands up.
Corey sat in a chair next to the king size bed. He seemed angry and annoyed with her. "Turn around and face the fucking wall."
The scowl on Corey's face scared her. Her heart beat quicken. He had an evil look in his eyes as he watched her place her purse on the night stand. "Now strip for me."
"Oookay," Caroline felt nervous about what she was about to do. Caroline unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her tattooed shoulder and the lacy straps of her bra. Caroline reached for her bra fastener. Her pink bra fell to the hotel floor.
"Bend over." He commanded. Caroline did what she was told.
"You are a dirty slut." Corey mocked as he stirred at her hairless peach shape pussy. "Only a dirty slut goes to work panty less."
There was a violent sound coming from room 221.
Boom...Boom....Boom...like a hammer pounding down on target. Something was being slammed against the wall. Somebody was in pain. Sweat pour down her face as the bed smacked against the hotel wall. She screamed until her lungs hurt. Her body was on fire. The intense pressure being bared by her body was enough to make her head spin. The springs in the king sized bed squeaked like bad brakes. There was no stopping him. He pressed harder, deeper, faster into her body. It felt like a steel pipe had impaled her. Sweat mixed with her tears and soaked her pretty face as well as the pillow she found her face buried in.
Caroline was having an outer body experience, the kind of experience that could only be reached through moments of tremendous intensity being forced to endure. Her pussy sore and stretched beyond her physical limitation, her throat course from all the screaming, groaning, crying and pleading she did for him to slow down. Caroline was overwhelmed by her sensations and soon her own whines became mute to her.
She saw herself face down on the mattress. Her arms stretched to the headboard as she braced herself from the force being applied from the man positioned behind her. He had his hands wrapped around her ass and used them to spread her cheeks wide. He had an abnormally blunt shaped cock that was long like a snake.
The stinging pain of penetration subsided for a moment. Corey withdrew his thick dick and placed it on her ass. Caroline felt beside herself. She felt the wetness of his heavy cock on her soft white ass and the come dripping from her pussy. Her hair was soaking wet, so was her face, thighs and ass. She wanted to scream out I hate you, I hate you, you black son-of-a-bitch but how could she? She was the one that gotten herself in the situation. She invited him to this cheap hotel and now he was ravishing her.
Caroline wasn't a dainty woman nor was she a prudish woman. She was five-foot-five with some meat on her bones, particularly in her hips and butt. Her breasts were small but her curveous thighs and hips made her a target for black men that love their women with B.A.T. (booty, ass, and titties) but this was different. Corey was evil with his sex. He had a big dick and used it like a weapon. He was rough, unyielding, and cold. He used his blunt instrument to gag her, stuff her, fuck her and destroy her. She prayed that he was finished. She couldn't take no more.
Corey re-entered her with force.
Caroline clinched the naked mattress. She already pulled the sheets from the bed about fifteen minutes ago.
"Oh god..." She groaned. "That's enough!" Caroline declared in a definitive voice.
"What did you say to me?"
"My pussy feels like it has a head ache," Caroline's words fumbled out her mouth as he continued to force her face in the pillow.
It turned him on to have her in the position. Caroline was such a beautiful woman of German and Swedish stock. Tonight, he would break her. He took hold of her hair with both hands and yanked her face high in the air. "When I'm done with you your whole body will ache."
"That's enough," Caroline struggled to speak. "You have been pounding the fuck out of me for the last twenty minute. Bust a nut or whatever you have to do but I'm done."
Caroline couldn't understand where his aggression was coming from. Corey was so clean cut and jolly mannered.He was tall and good looking if you like European looking black guys. He wore vest suits with solid colored ties that matched the color of his trousers everyday to work. They always fit him so perfect because he was six foot three with a medium build. Mike was the asshole manager that every body hated. He was as tall as Corey but stockier and didn't look nearly as nice as Corey in his collar shirt and tie. He was a dick to be around with all his back handed complements and his sarcastic comments. Corey had the cool name, Corey Davis, most importantly; he was the one that gave out all the sale bonuses.
"Didn't you call me here to seduce me?" Corey pumped feverishly. " Huh? Oh, I get it, I'm not black enough. Is this black enough for you?" Corey emphasized his point with a powerful thrust.
Corey was said to be a gentleman. He opened doors for employees around the office. Always had a kind word, encouraging thought for whomever whenever they were down. Sales were a tough industry to be employed in. People loved to say no, hell no, and go fuck yourself. Corey had a way to make his employees upbeat and positive. Caroline couldn't believe that this was the same man that ignored her cries of pain and continued to violate her body with reckless abandonment.
"Am I black enough for you?," Corey asked with his middle finger plunged in Caroline's juicy ass. He asked her again and plunged another one of his fingers deep inside her anus.
Caroline never thought Corey could be capable of splitting her pussy apart and that he would be the one to take her to her limits and beyond. Her own screams answered by his animalistic grunts as he plunged yet another finger in her ass and pumped away at her pussy.
"Yes...yes....yes you are." Caroline said desperately. "You are black enough."
