A hitch in the plan

RING!

Suddenly, it dawned on her that Kateshi seemed to have no intention of answering the phone. Her blood ran cold as she realized the glaring flaw in her plan.

RING!

“Err… do you want to get that?” she asked, her voice almost shaking with hope that he might just not have heard the ringing over the music.

“Nope!” Kateshi replied and Nancy almost let out a squeal when he reached up and grabbed her left tit, roughly squeezing the firm, yet soft flesh while bringing the big bottle of champagne up to her lips again, making her drink several long gulps of champagne once more.

Stunned, Nancy just let it happen. Her mind raced as her tit was kneaded like dough and she was ****-fed ****. What now? The phone rang several more times before it stopped and Nancy felt more than a little woozy as adrenaline, booze and **** worked in a potent mix. She found it hard to come up with a solution.

Kateshi felt a little bit of apprehension as he got more aggressive. She was probably not used to it. She didn’t give him the vibe of the regular groupie and while the couple of tattoos hinted at a wild side, he guessed that partying with a rap star was not something she regularly got into. She had just gotten lucky.

So had he. The fucking tits on this slut were real! This body was just too good to be true. Those nice, soft tits, that tight booty, that exotic face… she was just a perfect 10 out of 10 piece of ass! He noticed that she seemed to get a bit shy on him, but in fact he didn’t mind that. Actually, he welcomed it, welcomed the opportunity to teach her a fucking lesson. He would break this bitch in half!

“You’re so fucking hot, shorty!” he yelled over the music. Letting go of her tit, he grabbed her hair, done up in a ponytail and decidedly tilted her head back before lifting the bottle again and pouring champagne, most of it into her mouth, some of it just sloppily over her face.

Nancy almost sobbed. She was utterly overwhelmed by the situation. The phone began ringing again, but it just went ignored. Her face, breasts and stomach were soaked in champagne and she felt a serious impact on her mental faculties. Doubt wrecked her mind. She was in over her head. She couldn’t do this.

“Nancy?! Fuck, Nancy, the prick doesn’t answer the damn phone!” she heard Fletcher’s voice state the infuriatingly obvious in her ear, but it sounded strangely far away.

The tug at the back of her neck brought her mind back in focus, shortly followed by the tug behind her back and all of a sudden her bikini top came loose. This time, Nancy could not hold back the squeal, both her hands instinctively coming up to catch her top and cover herself as she heard Kateshi laugh shrilly behind her. He reached around her, grabbed the loose top she clutched up to her breasts and with hardly any effort he yanked it from her grasp, leaving Nancy McKenna standing topless in the middle of the hotel suite of some lowlife scum. She watched stunned as her bikini top was carelessly tossed away.

Kateshi grabbed her shoulder and just turned her around, making her feel like she had **** in the matter. He grinned down at her, his grill gleaming menacingly and Nancy stared back with big, brown eyes. Her wrists were grasped and peeled away, revealing her breasts.

Kateshi chuckled. She looked like a deer in the headlights, shyly covering up. He pulled her hands away to which she barely put up any resistance and he got the first look at those fantastic tits in all their glory.

Big, but not huge, he guessed them to be c-cups, firm and golden. They sat high on her chest with just the barest hint of sag as they seemed to defy gravity in the most alluring manner, holding a teardrop shape. Her areolas were small, about the size of a dime, lightly hazel-colored and capped by the cutest pair of little nipples he had ever seen, just begging to be sucked on.

“Damn…” he couldn’t help but mutter. Her shy, wide-eyed expression made him want to bust a nut all over her face. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her close, kissing her hard on the lips.

After a second he felt her tentatively respond. He could feel her naked tits against himself, those stiff nipples lightly poking into his stomach. He growled, tugging at her full bottom lips with his teeth, making her feel his dominance before he slowly walked backwards, dragging her along with him until his calves hit the white leather couch where he just let himself drop onto it, pulling Nancy after him and making her straddle him, guiding her with a firm hand on her ass.