He fucks her hard and rough

Mendes moved in, right in front of Nancy, his camera barely two feet away from her nose. This was it. This was perfect. This was why people liked his content! That expression of pure embarrassment on a gorgeous girl’s face. A naked woman, who was well out of the league of countless men on the internet, tricked and stripped naked, completely exposed to anyone and everyone who wanted to see and now she was about to be fucked. Not just fucked, but pounded! People loved to see a stunning beauty like her brought down several pegs, it made them feel superior, and this one was quite probably the most beautiful woman he had ever worked with. Those full, luscious lips, that perfectly smooth, golden skin, those deep, dark eyes. The fact that she felt compelled to stare down the lens of the camera like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck made it all the better.

“I’m gonna make a star out of you!” Mendes told her, watching with glee as her lips quivered. The contrast to that naturally glamorous smile she had shown earlier was stark. “You’re going to be on billboards… magazines… gonna be fucking famous!”

Jerome smirked as he listened to his partner’s teasing. Still holding her tight by her hair with one hand, the black model grabbed his thick, hard cock with the other. He couldn’t resist slapping the underside of his length between Nancy’s buttocks, relishing the loud slapping sound and the sharp gasp it drew from her before he drew lower, slowly dragging his head along her crack and over her tight, little asshole before he finally nuzzled the tip up against the tiny entrance to her drenched pussy, lining himself up. The contact and the threat of penetration seemed to bring Nancy alive again for a moment.

“Now, hang on!” she gasped, feeling his cock right up against her hole. Her mind was foggy, sluggish, but she needed to stand up for herself, for Izzy. She needed to focus! “You can’t jus-AAAH!”

And just like that, her resistance was broken. Briand thrust forward and Nancy’s wet pussy lips widened, eagerly engulfing the head of his cock with their silky warmth, swallowing it up.

The shutter on Mendes’ camera worked itself into a frenzy, capturing frame after frame of Nancy’s eyes widening further and further, her mouth falling open as she was first penetrated. It was a look of utter surprise that many of the amateur girls that he shot with had as Jerome’s dick was easily the biggest they had ever seen, let alone fucked. In fact, he had an entire gallery on his website dedicated to that look on a woman’s face when his partner-in-crime pushed in for the first time. He could just tell that this Latina slut would be the face of his website for months, maybe years to come as she looked utterly flabbergasted as she was stretched like the cocksleeve that she was.

“Can’t just what, bitch?” Jerome hissed out through grit teeth as he pushed hard and deep, sliding into that wonderfully wet pussy. He could see her tiny asshole clench and relax repeatedly as she was struggling to take him. Once he was halfway inside, stretching her cunt to new dimensions, he let go of his shaft and placed a whooping smack on her ass. “What can’t I just do, you fucking bimbo?”

Nancy cried out, but couldn’t manage to form words. The entirety of her mental capacity was focused on the absolute reaming her poor, little pussy was made to endure. She was getting fucked! She was getting fucked and photographed at the same time! She could feel every detail of that thick cock as it invaded her: the pronounced rim of his bell-shaped head, the ever so slight upwards curve, the veins that ran along… all those things were the only things on her mind as she stared blankly down the camera, moaning like some random whore.

“I can do whatever I want!” Briand grunted, putting on a mean expression for the camera as he grabbed Nancy’s hip with his free hand and thrust again, sinking even deeper. Despite how wet she was, she was so tight it even hurt him a little, but he knew that the bit of pain was worth it for the pictures of her face Mendes was getting. He could see the excitement at the action on his friend’s face. Another thrust, another sharp cry from her and he was buried balls-deep in her twat, his hips slapping against her upturned ass. “You are my fucking bitch!”

Mendes couldn’t think of a way things could have gone more perfect. She looked like she was losing her mind, clearly overwhelmed by the situation and the sheer size of Jerome. With her hair tightly wrapped around his knuckles, the porn star made sure that the photographer caught every small twitch and shudder on their victim’s face. It made for a fantastic mixture of pain, pleasure and humiliation as the inexperienced woman was getting fucked for the first time. She bit her lips to hold back the moans, but seemingly couldn’t make herself look away from the camera as she was rocked from behind, taken like a slut.

Nancy let out a tortured whine. She felt her tits swing below her as Briand quickly established a pace, giving her very little time to adapt. This was obviously not designed for her pleasure, this was domination. He was taking her, making her take his cock. Yet, shamefully, she realized that she didn’t hate it. The big cock, the smooth rhythm, the rough pulling of her hair and the slaps to her ass, along with the name-calling… it was unlike any of the sex she had ever had, which had largely been on the vanilla side. Yet she had to admit, after it had been weeks, months even, since she had last seen some action, her body seemed absolutely primed for this. The fat, thrusting cock felt fantastic inside her, making her almost feel ecstatic in a way she had never thought possible. Another slap to her ass and the moan that came out of her mouth sounded almost eager to her own ears.

Briand sensed something, felt her getting more into it. He smiled. He didn’t mind that one bit. He was okay with fucking a chick for the camera, manhandling her as she hated it… humiliating these women was fun! It was when they got into it however, turned into his willing whores, took everything he dished out and begged for more that he truly enjoyed it. In the end, they all regained their wits, they realized what had happened and the complete shame the women that had actively participated felt then was just… something else. He changed the way those women thought of themselves.

Leaning forward, he let go of her hip to wrap his hand around her petite throat, squeezing lightly and restricting the bloodflow to her brain as he whispered in her ear. “That was quick!” he whispered, eliciting a strained whimper from her. “Most women take a little longer to get into this… I guess you are just a bigger slut than most women!”

Mendes smirked as he got the perfect picture. Nancy’s face was starting to turn red from the hold on her throat, a vein protruding on her temple. Her eyes were welled up, tears of humiliation while her lips were parted in a girly gasp. Jerome held her throat with one hand, pulled her hair with the other and had a mean grin on his face, right next to her ear. Satisfied, he stood up and circled around to get different angles of the fucking couple. All pretense of art was dropped now, this was a porn photoshoot and he captured a side-on view of the dominant doggy-style, the sky behind them a deepening red by now as the sun had disappeared. He then moved on to a position behind the couple, getting snaps of the actual penetration, of how wet Nancy’s pussy was as she was ploughed by the muscular black man.

Nancy gargled and coughed as Jerome let go of her throat and straightened. Both hands on her waist, he used that as a grip to fuck her even harder and she fell forward due to the **** of his thrusts, landing on her elbows. “God…” she grunted, trying to get a handle on what was going on. Another hard slap to her ass did not make things any easier and she cried out. This broke her resolve and she couldn’t help but moan and gasp loudly as she was taken, the raw pleasure too much for her. And why should she hold back, her lust-crazed mind argued. The damage was done; she was being photographed anyway. She’d need to get her hands on that camera one way or the other, so why shouldn’t she enjoy herself a little? It might even bring their guards down and get her the opening she needed… Her mind faltered, eager to get any excuse she could get to let herself enjoy this hard, drunken fuck.

“Fuck!” she cried out, relenting. “Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”

The two men exchanged a look at her sudden request, but both grinned, welcoming this. With how this shoot was going, they would turn her into a legend!

“Alright!” Mendes spoke, taking position beside them as he took the role of director. “Face down on the lounger Nancy and arch your back! I want to see that ass high in the air!”

The Latina obeyed without hesitation, resting her cheek on the cheap plastic chair, peering over at him, adapting one of the most submissive poses she could think of. She looked perfect, overwhelmed, taken! Her ass rippled deliciously with every thrust as Jerome fucked her good and hard and Mendes got it all on camera.

“Nice!” Mendes nodded, slowly circling the lounger to get his pictures from every side possible. “Reach back and spread your ass-cheeks for him!”

As Nancy complied he lifted his camera into an invasive POV-perspective of Jerome, capturing her submissive pose, presenting her tiny sphincter to the camera with the side of her face in frame. This bitch was a born performer!

“Fucking cheap-ass slut!” Briand growled. Feeling her get comfortable, he picked his spot to push her further and Nancy squealed when he grabbed her left leg and roughly pulled it upwards. She would have lost her balance, but the hold he had on her didn’t allow her to fall as he stood up.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Nancy gasped, utterly disheveled and out of breath as she was pulled up, made to hop on one foot while bracing against the lounger for balance.

“Shut the fuck up, stupid cunt!” Briand berated her as he pulled her leg upwards, dragging it up onto her shoulder and holding it there. This essentially **** Nancy into a standing split, spread wide open for the camera. She gave Mendes a helpless look, but the photographer simply went with it and snapped away as Briand picked up again, fucking her hard.

The new pose opened her up completely and with her having to balance on her toes she was completely at his mercy, having to let him use her hole as he pleased. With her facing the camera now, Mendes was busy taking pictures of her wildly bouncing tits, her flexing abs and the way her smooth, reddened pussy was wrapped around Jerome’s cock.

The detective squealed at the top of her lungs as the black man fucked her. Essentially, she was nothing but a fleshlight to him and he used her accordingly, giving it to her hard and rough. She was unused to this, could hardly handle it all, but she couldn’t complain either. He was well endowed and, if a bit harsh, he had exquisite technique, fucking her far better than anyone ever had. The fact that they had overwhelmed her, the fact that they had an audience that was taking pictures… all cherries on her sundae. She gasped as Jerome’s hand shot out and he grabbed her chin, fingers pinching into her cheeks as he turned her head towards him, holding her leg in position with his other arm wrapped around it. With him glaring down at her, forcing her lips into a retarded version of a duck face, she felt more submissive than she ever had.

“Phhht!”, Briand spat into her mouth.

Her eyes widened in shock at the unexpected, disgusting act, but just as she started to retch, she received a hard slap to the face that made her gasp. Wide-eyed, she looked over at Mendes, who made no move to help, but grinned as she received another stinging slap to her cheek, then got one to the underside of her tit, making it jiggle wildly.

“Oww!” she cried, surprised. Then her shock at being spat on and slapped around moved aside for shock that she liked those things. Being a strong, independent woman came with a lot of pressure. She had to watch out not to be stepped on, be ready and composed at every moment. Being able to let go of all that for the moment, allow herself to be dominated, treated like a whore… it was liberating!

When Briand yanked her hair, her cry was both with pain and joy. When he called her a slut and a bitch she couldn’t help but grin at him. She’d fucking ruin these guys, but until then she would enjoy being ruined by them!