He sets up a live-stream

Quickly he found the kind of site he was looking for. Just a few clicks to create a free account, it took Fletcher less than 30 seconds to set up a live stream on one of the internet’s myriad of cam sites and with a few more clicks Nancy McKenna’s face, smeared with spit and cum, was transmitted all over the web for any horny pervert to watch and enjoy. He chuckled as the unwitting detective introduced herself to her potential audience by letting out a small burp when air that Kateshi had **** down her throat pushed its way back up.

“Skank…” he scoffed, allowing his open mic to pick the insult up for Nancy’s ears as he investigated the site a little closer. A box on the right of the video player showed the number of viewers, which was still sitting at “zero”, merely seconds after he had gone live this was hardly surprising. Below that was a chat box, offering the opportunity for the viewers to converse and give feedback, which naturally was empty for now. Licking his lips, he knew just what to do to change that.

Copying the link of the video, Fletcher worked quickly and utilized a few bots and other small tricks to post it across websites and forums, his software multiplying the reach. Focusing on adult pages at first, the black man then changed tactics and with a few more lines of code, the link to his dirty little cam show was spread using social media. Twitter and Facebook offered ample opportunity and the black man could see immediate results as he returned to the life stream, the viewer-count rising through the two-digit-numbers with exponential speed.

“Wow, bitch iz WRECKED!”

“She got fucked alright”

“That’s a hot fucking whore!”

“What’s her name?”

“Typical puta…”

He smirked as the first comments came into the box as Nancy lay there, dazed and apparently was still processing what had just happened to her. He made a few alterations and added the second perspective to the feed, going for a split screen so he was now not only showing Nancy’s face, but broadcasted the unaware Latina’s wet, spread pussy to her pervert audience.

“Wow, what a beautiful cunt, could lick her all day!”

“Delicious!!!!!”

“Fantastic fuckhole”

“Someone fucked that good!”

Fletcher grinned, enjoying the idea that Nancy’s defilement was being broadcast out to a growing pervert audience. Watching the counter, it seemed like his spamming approach was quickly showing results as the number of viewers quickly climbed towards 200 already, still gaining speed. Then, the male talent returned to the show as Kateshi appeared in the doorway in all his naked, tatted-up glory. The young rapper had bound his colorful hair back and had his ugly, golden grin on his face as he approached Nancy.

“DAAAAMN, that’s her guy? LOL!”

“ROFL, what a slut!”

“Oh I bet he slapped her around good!”

“Anyone know her name?”

Fletcher, as well as hundreds of horny men on the internet watched as Kateshi approached Nancy from below, stroking his hard, tattooed cock as he did. “Ready for round 2, bitch?” he lisped, not even giving her time to react as he grabbed the Latina by the ankles and roughly yanked her across the bed towards him, causing her to let out a surprised gasp. Her ass was pulled right to the edge of the bed and Kateshi pulled her legs up, placing them firmly and unceremoniously over his shoulders. As he leaned over her, this provided their audience with a great intrusive view of the impending penetration from the angle of the smart tv cam. Acting in his role of director, Fletcher adjusted the ratio of the split screen so the internet’s perverts could appreciate Nancy’s holes in more detail. Due to her folded position, the gorgeous detective’s butt was lifted off the bed and her cheeks splayed, showing off the unsuspecting woman’s tiny, puckered asshole in a quite vulgar way.

“Mmmh, nice and tight!”

“YUMMY!”

“Sooo hotttt, I lov it!”

“I’d love to ram my cock in that ass!”

As the number of viewers climbed further, Kateshi placed the head of his thick dick against Nancy’s wet opening. The detective lifted her head, her nostrils flaring in anticipation for what was about to come. She did not protest whatsoever, instead she grasped the sheets tightly in both fists and waited, subserviently offering her snug pussy up to be used. Still unable to open her eyes due to the spit-caked mess on her face, she was completely at the young thug’s mercy.

Fletcher leaned in, a few keystrokes zoomed in on the action to bring it closer to him and the over 400 viewers, letting them admire in delicious detail how the rapper’s dark, gleaming cockhead nestled against the soft caramel lips of Nancy’s smooth twat, lightly nudging them apart, searching for just the right angle. Finding it, the wide, shiny grin spread further. “Groupie bitch!” he hissed. Then he thrust forward.

“Wwaaargh!” Nancy let out a primal scream as her petite sex was once more impaled. Her soft inner walls easily parted to give way to the virile man’s hard thrust, hugging and tightly gripping his veiny shaft as she was taken. Her back arched, coming off the bed at the powerful sensation, but nothing in Nancy’s voice or posture suggested that she wasn’t loving the rough treatment. Her asshole clenched up tight as inch after inch of hard, inked-up cock was **** into her snatch.

“Proper use of that Bitch!”

“NOICE!”

“What’s her name pls?”

“Went right in. what a slut!”

Kateshi’s long, hard dick sunk deep into Nancy’s pussy, his heavy, wrinkled balls smacking up against her butt on the first thrust, which caused both of them to let out a guttural grunt. The young man then wasted no time at all, immediately drawing back – his shaft was now shiny with her slippery juices – and driving back in. Nancy moaned, her back arching as Kateshi’s lap connected audibly with her ass.

“Fuuuuck… yeah!” the Latina whimpered, her voice vibrant with desire. It appeared that the young rapper had broken her resistance, Fletcher realized, as she put up no resistance whatsoever to being used like this. Her mind flooded with hormones, the well-respected, usually so cool detective was reduced to a brainless slut, taking cock like the hot, submissive bitch Fletcher had always seen her as. Her head dropped back as she was getting fucked with long, powerful thrusts and her features scrunched up beneath the syrupy layer of goop covering them as waves of pleasure raced up her spine. Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Kateshi leaned forward and reached for her petite throat, putting on firm pressure with one hand. Nancy let out a purring sound as he squeezed, a cock-drunk grin spreading across her lips.

“Fuck yesss! bitch loves that”

“FUCK HER GOOD, BRO!!!”

“**** that slut!”

Seeing their audience quickly blow past the 1000 mark and still picking up speed, Fletcher took up his role of a director again, treating the audience to regular changes of perspective as he zoomed in and out, at times focused on Nancy’s pleasure-twisted face, at other times showing off her well-stuffed pussy, sending out clear images of every inch of Nancy’s tight, golden body to perverts across the globe.