Message-ID: <21712asstr$944737800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!drn From: Zig Zigster Subject: {ASSM} A Zig Zigster Retrospective - The Humilation of Mira S. Parts 1, 2 3 (celeb, maledom, facials) Lines: 626 X-Original-Message-ID: <82nk3u$em6@drn.newsguy.com> Date: Thu, 9 Dec 1999 06:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar he Humilation of Mira Sorvino (f/mmm, ) This story is parody and should be taken as such. Only consenting adults over the age of 18 should read any further. Ooops, there you go! Bill and Raynod approached the trailer. Raynod carried the lunch, a specially prepared vegetarian stew with two glasses of chilled water. He was looking forwared to this. All week had been bugging Mira's personnal assistant Bill about introducing him to Miss Sorvino. What a babe. He loved watching her in all those movies, and most of the time only partially clothed. Bill, the personnal assistant, had finally broken down after Raynod had made him three special lunches in a row, and without waiting in that long goddam crew lunch line. Bill was worried and stressed as usual. "Hope she's in a good mood. This shoot's been fucked from the word go and she's been a pisser all week.." Bill knocked softly on the trailer door. "Miss Sorvino? Lunch time?" He pushed the door open and peeked in. Mira was standing next to her light-framed makeup window, hands poised impatiently on her hips. Her lean, Hollywood-aerobicized and starved body was stuffed into a soft full length green gown (Herve Leger, of course), scooped necked to show her full, firm tits. Raynod was in heaven. He had never seen her up close before. God she was hot. Mira's makeup girl was just planting the last of the makeup to her stunning face. Thick red lips, big doey eyes, patrician nose. She slapped the girls hand away and sent the brush flying. "You fucking little SHIT!" she screamed. "That's enough! I have to be on the fucking set. I'm the only one carrying any weight on this picture." The makeup girl gulped and rushed to retrieve her brush. "Jeezus, 40 minutes for makeup...", Mira moaned. Bill cleared his throat. "Ahhh Miss Sorvino. thought you'd like some lunch..." The makeup girl hurriedly squeezed past Bill and Raynod out the trailer. "Oh, Christ, Billy." whined Mira,"How can I eat with all these fuckups around me?" She brushed her hair from her perfectly flawless and overly made up face. "I'm just a wreck...aaaahh! Who the fuck is that!" Bill turned and looked at Raynod. "Just a crafts guy. His name's Raynod. He wanted to meet you." "Hi Miss Sorvino.." Raynod began. "BILLLIEEE" she shrieked. "What is that FUCKING black man doing in my trailer. Get his ass out NOW!" Bill turned to Raynod. It was worse that he thought. "Raynod, you'd better..." Raynod was stunned. His favorite actress, his queen, was a foul-mouthed egomaniac. "Hey, back off, baby," He yelled back. Immediately he regretted opening his mouth. "WHAT?" Mira began stamping her feet. She was furious. Her breasts jiggled in the low-cut gown. "Billy, get this toad out NOW! And fire him, NOW!" Bill tried to intervene. "Uh, Miss Sorvino, he's just trying to bring lunch..." "Get him out, and you get out with him! I have to do everything myself! I'll make my own lunch. I won't eat anything that's touched by NIGGERS!" "Fuck you, you white bitch!" yelled Raynod. He dumped the tray onto the trailer rug, immediately staining the white imported carpet. "AAAiiieeee! Get the fuck OUT you stupid shits!" Mira grabbed a glass and hurled it at the door, smashing against the wall of the trailer as Bill and Raynod ducked out and slammed the door. "Whew. I'll try to talk to her later" Bill said to Raynod as they crossed the crew encampment. "I'm sure I'll be able to find you something." "Yeah right," said Raynod, his teeth grinding "Jesus, what a first class bitch. Hate to have your job, bro." Bill grunted. He loved the perks of being the personal assistant to a rising film star, but he was pretty tired of the crap he had to take. ---------------------------------------- The scene took seven hours to shoot. Mira stomped off the set when it was over. She had been pissed at the director all day, with his making her repeat those lines so many times and that insufferable slut Sharon blowing all her lines, probably doing too much coke in her trailer. And not sharing it. It was dark when she got back to the trailer. She pushed it open, flicked on the lights, and closed the door. Still a fucking mess in here, she thought, that fucking Billy better get this cleaned. Mira stepped clumsily over the cold pile of stew that still lay in a glop on the carpet. She sat down heavily in her makeup chair, still packed in her tight designer green gown which was growing itchy, but her makeup still fresh from constant re-aps during the day. She looked over to the table. There was a bottle of green liquid and a note. She picked up the note and read it. "To help you relax. B." Well, maybe he wasn't such a worthless shit after all, she thought. Maybe I'll bring him along to the next shoot, but just to drive the truck... She took a sip from the green bottle and slumped down in the chair.... She woke up with a start. What day? What scenes? Her wrists ached slightly. She was on her side, lying in her trailer. She tried to move, but her hands were tied behind her back. "Time to get up, Miss Sorvino," said a voice. She was pulled roughly up to her knees. In front of her was Billy, with a wierd grin on his face. "Billy, what's up? Whats going on?" "Time to get up. Miss Sorvino. Or can I call you Mira?" "Ok. I feel so funny." Her thighs twitched. She thought of her boyfriend Quentin. Wish he were here now, she could sit on his...Wait. What was she thinking? "I'm sorry, you can call me Mr. Bill now, said Bill." "Ok, Mr. Bill," She giggled. She looked down at her gown, still squeezing her princess globes up in the air. "Mira, we gave you a drug. It's a new drug, making the rounds. Durivil. Ever hear of it?" Mira shook her head. If only Mr. Bill would stop talking and touch her body. "It makes you open to...shall we say...suggestion. It's like a Spanish Fly truth serum." Mira nodded. What a cool thing. "And I suggest that you need sex. To be fucked." Such harsh words from Mr. Bill, she thought. Wasn't there something she wanted to tell him? Oh, well it wasn't important now. "Let's play a game, Mira." Mira nodded and giggled. Sounded like fun. "Mira, let's play a game called I do what I want to you and you like it." Mira nodded. Bill came over to her, leaned down and harshly ripped open the gown bodice. Her proud breasts jiggled on her skinny frame. Nipples so tiny, pink, and perfect. "That's better. You like it when I do that, don't you Mira?" You like it when I rip your gown off? "It's ok," thought Mira. Didn't seem so unreasonable. "Nice rack," said Billy appreciatively. "Your boyfriend like your tits?" "Sure." He fuck them? He fuck your tits, Mira?" "Yes he does," Mira said. Sounded like such a good idea. "When he comes, where does he come, when he fucks your tits?" "Well," she giggled. "Sometimes he squirts them. Sometimes he wants to come on my face." Bill's dick began to surge in his pants. He was going to burn in hell for this, but it would be worth it. "You like that Mira? You like it when he comes on your face?" "Oh, yes," she giggled. "All my boyfriends say it's good for me." I'll be they fucking do, thought Bill. He stood up and took his hard cock out of his pants. "Ok, Mira, New Game. You sit there and talk and watch me beat off." He began to stoke his thickening root. "I like your cock," said Mira. Her tongue flicked out over her full red lips. "Can I suck on it?" This drug was easily worth the 2 bills I paid for it, thought Bill. "Later," said Bill. "Tell me about your boyfriends and what they like." "Well," she started. "I never seem to keep them very long. We have sex for a few weeks and then they dump me. They say I'm too much of a bitch." "You are Mira, you're a complete whiny fucking cunt. But you're so fucking beautiful, that everyone wants to fuck you." "I'm glad. I like to fuck." "How do your boyfriends fuck you, Mira?" Bill began to stroke his cock harder. Mira's eye's fell to watch his hand work over his thick meat. "Well, they make me dance for them. They make me wear the stuff I wear on the set. Then they get hard." "Speak up," said Bill. "so your audience can hear you." Mira turned to look at a videocamera set up on a tripod across the trailer. She stared at it and giggled, her eyes growing brighter. What a camera whore, thought Bill. I'll lose my job, but I'll sell this tape to the Globe and make millions. Bill went on. "They get hard, and then what." "Well, I want them to eat my pussy, but they just grab my hair, and tell my what a whore I am and make me suck their dicks." "Why do you think that is, Mira?" "Because I'm a bitch." "Go ahead, they fuck your face. Then what?" "We fuck, usually doggie style." "Why doggie?" "I can feel their cocks go deeper." "They ever fuck you up the ass?" "Only Quentin. It hurts." She pouted. Bill jerked himself faster. I knew she was a whore, he thought. "You are a fucking whore, Mira. You need to be fucked in the ass. Condoms?" "No. Quentin just dips his in grape jelly before he does it. But he's small so it's not so bad." "Great. You like loads, Mira? Semen? You like cum?" Mira nodded. "But I want them to shoot it in my pussy. It feels better that way." "Where do they unload, Mira. Say unload." "Ok," she giggled. "They usually unload in my face. They call me names, like filthy cunt, a fucking useless star-eyed cunt, and then they jerk their loads off in my face." Bill groaned and felt the sperm rising in his balls. He moved forwared untill the tip of his purple head was right in front of her perfect little nose. Her makeup was flawless. "That's because you are, bitch. And you like it don't you?" "I pretend I don't. But I really do. Especially big, thick loads. I know I'm beautiful and a cunt and I deserve daily loads in my face." She was breathing shallow, staring at Bill's dong. "Can I have your big load now?" That was all for Bill. His balls twitched like never before. He grabbed her perfectly dyed blonde hair with one hand and began grunting off shots of cum into her face. Once caught her right in the eye, others splattered across her cheeks. He finished with two shots off her mouth. The cum trails hung from the tip of his dong to her cheek. "They do this too, don't they Mira?" He smeared his cock around her face, pushing the cum around untill it wadded up and dropped off onto her tits. "Yes.."She tried to talk without choking on his greasy load in her nose. "Say thank you, Mira." "Thank you for your load, Mr. Bill. My eye really hurts." "Good. Just leave it shut." Bill wiped his dick off on her dress and stuffed in back in his pants. He exhaled to catche his breath. That was a good one. "New game, Mira. I want you to meet my friend.." Bill said. >From out of the bathroom stepped Raynod, in jeans and a t-shirt with a wicked smile on his face. "You remember me, bitch? He said. "You remember this nigger?" Mira nodded. "I don't like you." She pouted. "I don't like black people." "The fuck you say. You're gonna like me. And my friends." Two large black men appeared from the back of the trailer. Dineel was very fat, wearing a collection of gold chains that would do Heavy D proud. The other, Carl, was small and thin, with an ugly scared face. He was already fishing in his pants. "Let's fuck the cunt and get out, Ray." he said. He pulled his thick, black pipe from his pants. Mira looked up at them with her cum-stained face and one eye shut from the thick jizzwad that pooled up in her eye socket. She knew it was going to be a long night. ------ The Humilation of Mira Sorvino (Part 2) f/mmm, interacial) This story is parody and should be taken as such. Only consenting adults over the age of 18 should read any further. Ooops, there you go! Mira sat on her knees, hands tied behind her, her Herve Leger designer gown ripped open to the navel, her personal assistant's load still dripping off her face. Billy went back to video camera and lifted it off it's tripod. "Ok, guys. All yours, we don't have much time so be quick. And smile for the camera." Raynod reached out for her firm, young, tits. "Oh, bitch, this is going to be so fine." Dineel cast a wary eye at the camera. "You just said we was gonna fuck some rich white bitch up, Raynod. You didn't say nuthin' bout no camera." "Fuckit," said Raynod. "You read the fucking Globe all the time." "C'mon Ray," said Carl. "This thing is hot. Lookit that bitch with that cum on her face. She needs to play with Carl, Jr. here." He waved his thick black wand around. Raynod squeezed her firm tits, and then pinched the nipples. Mira squealed. "You don't like black boys, do you bitch?" Mira, still under the influence of the drug, shook her head no. Raynod leaned in close to her face. He spit out a huge phlegmball that blasted off her forehead, then leaned back and smacked her face hard with his open hand." Mira jerked back and then forward. The blow almost knocked her off her knees. Her cheek was red. She began to whine and cry. "That hurtsssss. Please don't do that." "Only cunts let guys jack off in their face." "I know." "Then you won't mind this.." He yanked a handful of Mira's beautifully dyed-blond hair and pulled her face forward to the floor. He yanked the hem of her dress up. Her panties were white silk. Raynod pulled them down to the back of her thighs. Mira lie on her knees and face, hands tied behind her, her skinny-workout ass raised upward. "Get in her Carl, and get some." Carl didn't need much encouragement. He straddled behnd Mira's ass and pushed his black cock against the crack of her butt. "Whooeee, check this out. Bitch is nice 'n clean." "You shaved your cunt, Mira." said Raynod. "All you Hollywood cunts shave your pussies?" "Yesss," said Mira. "I have my nail girl do it. It's a hundred a hour." "He's gonna fuck you right up that shaved cunt. You said you like dick, right?" "I did," whined Mira. "But not black ones..." Carl pushed the head of his black rod between the folds of her cunt. "Say please, I want it, cunt." said Raynod. His hand gripped her hair. "Do I have to?" "Yes." "Please, I want....uuhhhh!" Carl drove his cock full force into her tight vagina and buried it. He began driving in her shaved pussy with fierce strokes. Raynod jerked Mira's head back and pulled out his dick. Raynod was proud of his 8-inch dick and knew it was gonna look good buried in this stuck-up cunt's mouth. "Your name is now cunt," said Raynod. "Say it." "My..uuhh..name is Cunt..mmmmph!" Carl was pushing into her tight vag like a rabbit, his hips slapping against Mira's asscheeks. "Cunt, open your mouth and take my cock." Mira had just barely gotten her mouth open when Raynod pushed his black dong past her red lips, her perfect white teeth and into her warm, wet mouth. Across the trailer, Bill was working the video camera, zooming in and out of the action. This is so fucking great, he thought. I've got the party tape for all time. Dineel sat on the bed next to him, playing with the considerable bulge in his sweatpants. "C'mon, Carl. Fuck that bitch," yelled Dineel. "Look, she diggin' it man." He turned to Bill. You say this is a drug?" Bill nodded and went back to taping. Dineel shook his head. "Gotta get me some'a that." Carl was blasting his black cock away at Mira's tight box, made tighter by the fact her legs were squeezed together by her silk white panties. Mira moaned and whined around Raynod's cock. He had wasted no time and had jammed all of his black 8 inch dick into the back of her throat and was fucking her gorgeous face. "Look up at me, cunt." he said." Mira tried to open her deep green eyes and looked up at him, but her right eye was still stinging from Bill's load so she just poked one eye open. Raynod loved it and grabbed both her ears and began to brutally face-fuck her. His balls slapped against her chin, getting traces of her makeup on the underside his balls. Her head was pushed forward into his dong from behind by the rabbit fucking she was getting. He was so deep in her throat that she could only pull desperately for air through her perfect nose. The drool welled up from her mouth and began to flow around Raynod's dick. Carl was the first to go. "This bitch squeezin' me dry, baby." He began to grunt and then let loose with bolts of hot jizz into her hairless little peach. Mira moaned around Raynod's cock. At least I get to take a load in my pussy once in a while, she thought. Carl spasmed a few more times, then backed out of her pussy, slapping her on the ass with his drizzling cock. Raynod was ready too. "Ready to take my fucking load down your cunt throat, cunt?" Mira nodded desperately. She thought she was beginning to like her new name. "Would you like me to come in your pussy instead?" Raynod asked, his breath tight. Mira nodded again. "Fuck off, bitch," he snorted and began to let loose in the glossy fuckhole between her red lips. Mira gagged and coughed but Raynod's cock was so deep and his sperm shot out so hard that she could only be a whore funnel, taking his load straight down into her trim belly. Her throat gulped automatically to avoid choking on his thick cream. His thick nigger cream, she thought. Raynod quit humping her mullet and drew back, sweating. "Fuckin' A. I'll never work in this business again but that was fucking worth it." He slapped Mira's face with his cock, spattering little dribblets of drool and sperm into her hair. Her makeup was ruined now, sperm and sweat on her face. Her right eye was stinging like hell. Raynod fell back and sat on the trailer bed. "Do it Dineel, and let's blow out of here." Dineel had seen enough. He stood up, and pulled off his sweats. Out popped the biggest, blackest cock Mira had ever seen, bigger even than in the filthy videos her boyfriends made her watch before they used her gorgeous face as a kleenex. Even Bill was amazed. "Fuck, man, that's not a dick, that's a bumper." Dineel walked over and stood in front of Mira, stroking it. ------ he Humilation of Mira Sorvino (Part 3) f/mmm, interacial) This story is parody and should be taken as such. Only consenting adults over the age of 18 should read any further. Ooops, there you go! Dineel stood stroking his huge dong in front of Mira. Even his large hand couldn't quite close around the girth. "I'm gonna make this all disappear, baby. You ever seen one this big?" "No." "Hollywood cunts like you look for big dick all the time, don't you?" Mira nodded. "We have a grapevine set up. When we find a biggie, we get the word out." "What if he don't wan't your sorry ass?" "I beg him for it. You know, pay him, let him sleep over. Tell him he doesn't have to use a condom, whatever." Mira thought honesty was the best policy. Dineel snorted. What a whore. "Where do you want it?" "In my mouth or in my wee-wee." She would never take Quentin's tiny dick after this monster she thought. At least she'd get a good fucking out of it. "That what you call your pussy, bitch, a wee-wee?" "Yes," she giggled in spite of herself. "Show it to me, bitch." Mira strugged to move her pantie-bound legs so she could face her ass toward him. Her hands still tied behind her back, her cute tits rubbing on the carpet. "Here, lemme help you." Dineel picked her up by her dyed-blonde hair. He was enormously strong, and practically got her body off the ground. She screamed in pain. He threw her face first down toward the door, right into the puddle of stew left by Raynod (see part one). Her proud nose buried into the cold muck, her tight little ass pushed back up into the air, her green designer dress pushed up over her ass, her panties around her thighs. "How's that bitch, that better?" "Noooo," she volunteered, her voice muffled into the rug. Why do they have to be so rough, she thought. I really do want to fuck. Dineel knelt in behind her, his huge chocolate head poised behind her little hairless peach of a pussy. "Your pussy horny, bitch?" "Yes, it's horny." said Mira. She turned her head so she could speak. The cold stew and cum stuck to her starlet face. "Please fuck it." Dineel pushed his black crowbar against her vag, moistening the giant mushroom at the head of his thick 12 incher. Then he suddenly pushed the head into the tight ring of her asshole and wedged forward. "Nooooooooo!" Mira began screaming. "Quiet, bitch, It's time to take some dick." He pushed forward and his huge cock smashed into her tiny pink asshole. The pain shot through Mira's body. Bill and Raynod leaned forward. Bill zoomed in with his video camera. I should send this to CNN, he thought. Dineel pushed forward until his cock was nearly buried in her cute shitter, pulled out and rammed it in again. Mira howled into the stew-covered carpet. She had never taken such a big dick before, and never up her ass. Raynod leaned forward until he was close to her ear. "Does it hurt, Miss Hollywood movie star?" he sneered. "Yeeeessssss," she howled. Tears streamed out to mix with the jizz and stew on her face. "Tell him you want it all." "Oh, fuck..oh fuck..." "Tell him! Tell him you want every inch of his black cock up your white asshole." Mira screamed "GIVE IT TO ME YOU BIG FUCKER, I NEED EVERY INCH OF THAT BLACK FUCKING LOG UP MY ASSHOLE. PLEASE!" Dineel buried his tool so far up her ass that he thought he was in her stomach. He stroked it in as well as he could, sweat pouring down from his face. This white bitch can't take it all anyway, he thought. Give me some big black sister anytime. Bill zoomed the video camera in to see Dineel's huge cock, blowing open Mira's tight shitter muscles. Her muffled screams scorching the carpet. Hollywood, what a great town, he thought. Where everything is possible. Suddenly Dineel pulled out. Mira's asshole was left gaping open like a posthole. "Gotta go baby," Dineel grunted. Quickly Bill pulled Mira up by her hair, and sat her up on her knees. She was gasping for breath, her face and tits covered with stew, jizz and tears. Dineel grabbed her hair and squeezed his cockhead. "He's going to cum in your face, Mira," said Bill. "Isn't that what a cunt like you needs?" "Yesss," said Mira weakly. She secretly hoped his load would be huge. "Smile for the camera," said Bill, focusing tightly. Dineel grunted and jet upon jet of thick white spew erupted from his cock and splattered her face. Mira gasped and held her tongue out, with her eyes open. Dineel's blast's went into her hair, streaked her famous face, and shot up her nose. Dineel grunted and pushed his huge black mushroom cockhead into her mouth. Mira could barely get her mouth into an oval around it. She could taste her asshole. I should change my diet, she thought. Dineel emptied the rest of his balls into her mouth, his jizz squirting onto her tongue. She gulped it down like koolaid. Then he pulled out, waving his dong in her face. Mira opened her eyes. She was a mess. "Washup time," said Dineel and a hot stream of piss whooshed out and blasted her in the eyes. She moaned in suprise and fell onto her back, her arms pinned underneath. She could feel her gaping butthole twitching against the carpet. Dineel stood up and finished pissing onto her, making sure his hot yellow stream washed over her cute tits, her face and the green designer dress. Christ, he hated green. "Damn, Dineel" said Carl. "You a sick fucker." Dineel shrugged. "Had to go man. It's a long drive back to East L.A." "Sit up, Mira." said Bill. Mira rolled over slowly, and obediantly made it back up to her knees. Bill zoomed in on Mira's face. Mira looked up at him. "Smile' he said. Her grin pushed the goo over her lips. Dineel's piss had melted some of the jizz streaks, so that it ran down her face, formed under her chin, and dripped onto her tits. "Now remember to take this tape to your next audition, Mira." said Bill. "Just in case the producers want to see the real you." She thought she might need the tape to show all her new boyfriends what fun she could be. Raynod, Dineel and Carl headed for the door. "Later, Billy." said Raynod. He pointed at the camera. "I'm in for a piece of the action." "Sure, Ray". Bill watched them go. Yeah, right, he thought. Bill hooked up the camera to the tv set, rewound the tape, and stood next to Mira. As they both began to watch the tape, Bill pulled out his cock and knew her face would get another load before he left. END zigster38@hotmail.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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