He fucks Nancy's asshole

“Good!” he smirked, satisfied, “Now let’s kick things up a notch!”

“Unngh!” Nancy moaned as Kateshi climbed off of her and she could breathe freely again. “You fucking piece of shit…”

There was no reason not to call him that, even her horny groupie-bimbo persona was mad at him for the way he treated her. Nonetheless, her insult earned her a stinging slap to the face that made her cry out embarrassingly before she was once again grabbed by her throat and pinned, Kateshi’s face coming close to hers in a menacing way.

“Shut the fuck up and know your place, you little cunt! You are just a set of fucking holes to me!”

Furious, Nancy glared back, unafraid. She had just about had it with this spoiled millennial bastard. She was at his mercy, but she had taken all he had thrown at her. There was nothing that could me more humiliating than what she had just had to do. Once he was done with her she could go home. Defiantly, she pushed her chin forward. “Bring it, asshole!”

“Big mistake!”

Fletcher’s voice along with the gleaming grin on Kateshi’s face immediately made her question her bravado, but before she could do anything, she was flipped over like she was completely weightless. She grunted as she was pushed face-first into the bed, prone on her front and Kateshi quickly straddled the backs of her thighs, pinning her down.

“Oh, I will bring it, bitch! Trust me on that!” he chuckled as he controlled her with a hand on the back of her head. Nancy growled back at him, mentally bracing herself for the undoubtedly rough fucking he would put on her now. Reaching out, she grabbed two hands-full of sheets, an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

Kateshi paused for a moment to film Nancy’s ass, unknowingly giving Fletcher a nice, panning shot over the back of her naked body. His hard, veiny cock lay along the crack of her ass, putting into perspective just how big it was.

“Thought I had taken the spite out of you by now…” he growled at her while setting the camera down at the headboard of the bed, assuring a good side-on view of the action. He then spotted the bottle of sun-oil on the nightstand next to the laptop. Instead of wondering why it stood there, he grabbed it and squeezed some of it into the palm of his hand before generously rubbing it all over his cock. “But we will get there, bitch! Trust me on that!”

Nancy opened her mouth, intending to give a feisty reply, when she suddenly felt a stream of warm oil dribble between her ass-cheeks, running along the crack of her ass. Her entire body froze when the realization home that it was not her sore pussy she needed to worry about.

“No!” she gasped, her voice vibrant with shock, “No! Nononono!” Beginning to struggle again, the panicked woman tried to shimmy out from underneath him and escape, horrified by his intent, but Kateshi quickly leaned down on her, wrapping his right arm around her throat and skillfully contained her movements, holding her body down with his.

“Better hold on tight, bitch!” he whispered in Nancy’s ear as his free hand reached down between her bodies, lining his cock up with her wrinkled, little asshole, “’cause I am gonna bring it now!”

-

Fletcher’s eyes were glued to the tv. He had divided the screen three ways now, displaying the three different angles of the same action.

Kateshi’s phone provided a side-on view of how the rapper’s body covered Nancy’s, pinning her to the bed. During the drinking break he had taken, the thug had used a band to bind his colorful dreads back, so they would not distract him now. It was a smart move and Fletcher greatly appreciated it. Having his valuable material ruined by swinging, rancid hair would have been a tragedy.

The laptop camera gave him an upfront view and a perfect look at Nancy’s face, who had **** but to look straight at him due to the arm wrapped around her throat. Her big, beautiful, brown eyes were filled with a mix of fear and embarrassment and she seemed to almost beg Fletcher to save her. To be honest, even if he had the power to, he wouldn’t have helped her. He really wanted to see her get roughly sodomized like the pretty, little whore that she was.

The most invasive perspective was provided by the camera of the room’s smart tv however. Filming basically the counter shot to the laptop, it showed the couple from behind. Kateshi had hooked his feet into the insides of Nancy’s legs, forcing her to spread them apart to give him more space and take away her leverage. At the same time, this allowed Fletcher a perfect view of Nancy’s flushed cunt as well as her small, puckered sphincter, which was now dosed in rich, glimmering oil.

“Oh man, Nancy, here he comes!” Fletcher tortured her by commenting as he watched Kateshi slowly guide the tip of his prick to her anal entrance. A visible shudder ran through Nancy’s body as he made contact. The rapper’s thick shaft seemed incredibly huge compared to the tiny asshole, an impossible fit. Nancy’s lips began to quiver again as all her courage had left her again and she looked like a scared, helpless girl.

“Please!” he heard her whisper, then mouth and eyes squeezed tightly shut as Kateshi applied pressure.

Fletcher watched as the cock’s big, bulbous tip pushed against the small opening and for a moment, Nancy’s strong sphincter resisted, keeping the intruder out. However, Kateshi was persistent and after a little patient work and help of the viscous lubricant Fletcher could see how he succeeded.

A tremble ran over Nancy’s face as she felt her sensitive backdoor first give way to the huge cock. Mesmerized, Fletcher watched her asshole expand, crowning the tip of Kateshi’s glans, who mercilessly pushed forward.

“AAAAHAHAHAH!” Nancy’s resistance broke and she let out a wailing cry of pain and utter humiliation as the thug’s fat bellend, aided by the oil, **** its way past her sphincter. The entire head of his cock was now buried inside her tight asshole.

With this success, Kateshi let go of his cock and fully locked in the rear-naked **** to completely control her. However, he did not squeeze, as to allow her to sob and beg as he slowly but steadily pushed forward. Tears rolled down Nancy’s face as more and more thick manmeat was **** into her tight, formerly virgin asshole.

“Owww!” she wailed, unable to stop the sobs as Kateshi’s cock was swallowed by her booty, buried inside up to the root, his balls pressing against her cunt. The rapper slightly grinded his hips, stirring his cock in her rectum to let her feel just how deep he was. Fletcher watched in awe as he saw how the gorgeous detective’s sphincter wrapped tightly around his pole.

“I really should order some popcorn…” the black man laughed, enjoying himself as he watched Nancy McKenna get forcibly assfucked.

-

“Oooowwww!” Nancy McKenna could not help but cry out. She had vowed to take what the rapper dished out and tough it out, but that bravado had quickly disappeared. Now she felt hot tears run down her cheeks, heard her own yelps and whimpers. She sounded pathetic, even to her own ears.

She had never taken a cock in the ass before. Once, when drunk, Patrick had tried to convince her to try, but she had fended him off. It was just too submissive, too misogynic, too dirty. Now, her tiny asshole was stretched wide around Kateshi’s cock and she could feel his fat rod deep inside her bowels. She was in so much pain and discomfort and humiliation.

“P… please…” she whimpered before gasping when the thick dick pulled back, slowly sliding back out of her ass. She could feel every small vein on his shaft. Finally, only his fat head remained inside, the ridge lightly pulling on her sphincter, threatening to pop out.

She squealed out loud as he **** it back inside, knuckles blanching around the fistfuls of sheet. The oil helped massively, providing a smooth thrust, but did nothing to dull the pain of being stretched open like this.

“That’s a tight, little ass you have, shorty!” Kateshi whispered, his lips close to her ear as he began to pump his hips slowly. He started at a leisure pace, not so much out of consideration for her, but to stop it from actually hurting him. She was really tight.

He flicked his tongue across her cheek as he began pumping her ass. Nancy felt it, but the wet sensation was at the back of her mind as she was getting sodomized for the first time. She bit her lips in a fruitless attempt to stop her crying out, but barely managed to bite it back for two or three seconds before she loudly sobbed again.

_“Come on, Nancy, don’t be such a crybaby! He’s being really nice with you!” _Fletcher’s voice mocked her. She tried lowering her head to at least give him a worse view of her face, but Kateshi put a stop to that when he placed one hand against her forehead and pulled her head back, forcing her to look into the camera.

“Oww… oh… ow… ngh… you… fucking… oh… bastard…” she whimpered, which Kateshi rewarded with a snicker and an increase of pace, shunting his cock into her rear hole with long thrusts that caused his pelvis to audibly smack against Nancy’s ass-cheeks.

“Shut your cunt mouth, bitch!” he hissed, underlining his malice by tightening his forearm around her throat and impeding the blood flow to Nancy’s brain while also restricting her breathing.

Nancy gargled helplessly, her eyes fluttering. Incredibly, being choked seemed to help once again, setting free endorphins in her over-sexed body that caused her muscles to relax. This only allowed Kateshi to fuck her harder, punishing Nancy’s poor sphincter roughly.

Catching on to her reaction, the thug choked her harder. It seemed like each increase of pressure on her windpipe elicited a relaxing reaction in her body and soon Kateshi was pounding Nancy’s backdoor at a pace that made the entire bed shake.

This did not mean, however, that it did not hurt Nancy. When Kateshi let go of her neck to push himself up into a sitting mounted position, the detective let out a wailing cry, sobbing uncontrollably. This got even worse when, due to the new angle, Kateshi assfucked her even harder, laughing and taunting the crying woman as he did.

SMACK! SMACK!

He walloped her bouncing ass-cheeks, grabbing her hips to angle her ass up further. Nancy couldn’t even think about resisting, just hung on and endured, her entire mind focused on how her poor, little asshole was stretched.

“Oww! Oww! S… slow… please! Argh! It h-hurts… so bad!” she begged, gritting her teeth to better brace herself but it made almost no difference. Fresh tears of embarrassment rolled down her flushed cheeks.

Instead of complying to her plea, Kateshi grunted and roughly yanked her upwards by her hips, forcing her up to her knees with him squatting behind her. Her head still low, Nancy found herself in a hugely submissive face-down-ass-up position, her posterior high in the air and **** for a merciless pounding.

Nancy felt his hands come around the side of her face. She did not know what he planned, and had no way to stop him as he inserted the fore and middle finger of each hand into the corners of her mouth and hooked them into her cheeks, painfully pulling back. Her exotic face was contorted into a ridiculous teethbaring snarl as she was fishhooked. Despite what she wanted, she somehow could not make herself from looking at the laptop and stared straight into the camera’s lens with reddened, bloodshot eyes and a ****, humiliating snarl on her face, still squealing with every single thrust into her ass.

“Dirty, little whore! Take it in the ass like a bitch!” the rapper growled.

Holding her like this, Kateshi fell into a sprint, hammering Nancy’s poor asshole with the sheer power of his thrusts making Nancy’s head whip back and forth. She felt like a ragdoll in his hands, feeling grateful about the lube, which surely prevented injury as her tightest of holes was ravaged.

She heard the incoherent squeal coming out of her mouth as she was pounded and was shocked how weak and pathetic she sounded, but she could not help it. Right now she was not in the driver’s seat, she was at the mercy of the man she had tried to trick.

“Ooooww!” she whined as Kateshi pulled his fingers from her mouth, but before she could feel something resembling relief, one hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and her head was brutally yanked back, lifting her roughly up from the mattress to **** her onto all fours, then pulling further to make her arch her spine with her head already tilted back. Nancy sobbed as his other hand came down the top of her face and two thick, spit-lubed digits were inserted into her nostrils, contorting her face once again as her nose was pulled upwards.

“Damn, Nancy! I think he is posing you for his camera!” Fletcher chuckled into her ear, “I am getting some amazing shots here! You’re looking like a complete whore!”

Nancy let out a long, drawn-out moan, which elicited another laugh from Fletcher. Meanwhile Kateshi switched to long, hard thrusts, feeling his thigh muscles burn.

“You love it in the ass, don’t you, bitch?!” He hissed, “Little whores like you always want it in the ass!”

The detective only sobbed audibly, a very clear response. She’d need a couple of days to walk properly again.