Kateshi fucks Nancy

“Come on, come on, come on!” Fletcher mumbled, pearls of sweat dotting his bald, dark head as he urgently hammered away at his computer, “You motherfucking, cocksucking, good-for-nothing piece of shit…”

He was heavily embarrassed by how this mission was going. Not by drooling over Nancy and making comments that would be deemed anything but professional… That part was part of his charm and just part of the package of working with him. Plus, strutting around in a tiny bikini like that with her tits pushed together and her ass all out on display, she would probably be more offended if he did not make any comments…

No, what he was embarrassed about was that so far, he had failed at every stage of the plan. His program, the code he was very proud of, had failed to penetrate this punk’s laptop’s security just because of a single wrong assumption of his part. Actually, infiltration of the system should have been complete merely seconds after Nancy had plugged in the stick, but Kateshi used a different, more sophisticated security system than Fletcher had thought possible.

That was not the biggest issue though. He was fixing this now. Changing his code from afar with a few key alterations would assure success and the mission would be accomplished. What was the big issue was that his distraction had well and truly failed and just because of his own stupidity.

He had messed with the hotel’s database just a tad, small changes that were basically untraceable, but it should have taken Kateshi at least fifteen minutes to settle things at reception and get his credit card re-validated. More than enough time for Nancy to pull off their little mission. What he had not accounted for was that the rapper had walked up to the receptionist, wordlessly tossed a bundle of hundred dollar notes at her (in a real gangsta move, Fletcher had to begrudgingly admit) and been on his way back. He had already been in front of the door before Fletcher had even noticed his stupid rainbow dreads.

Now Nancy was trapped in a room with him and Fletcher had not the slightest clue of what was going on as he had neither eyes nor ears in there.

He was about to get those though! The huge hacker grumbled as he made the final changes to his code.

“Don’t worry, Nancy! I fixed it! We’re all done here! I’ll be in full control of mic and cam right… NOW!” he spoke into the microphone as he pressed the last keys, then he smashed the enter button.

The big smart tv screen in front of Fletcher went black as his program invaded Kateshi’s laptop, sliding into his software and doing its magic, untraceable, undetectable.

“Gotcha!” Fletcher grinned confidently, adjusting his thick glasses and leaning back as a small percentage bar in the bottom right corner rapidly filled up, indicating the completion of installation. Better late than never…

“And here we g… WHAT THE FUCK!” Fletcher gasped, jumping up and almost tossing his expensive laptop to the floor as the frame was filled with live footage from Kateshi’s laptop camera. Grainy at first it showed a view of his bedroom: a messy bed, a big wardrobe, a big double-winged door towards the lounging room and an open door to the bathroom. Then, the picture snapped into high-definition within a split-second and Fletcher’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

The bedroom appeared empty, but the open bathroom door granted a view of the Jacuzzi inside and Fletcher’s jaw fell as he was granted a full frontal view of Nancy McKenna.

He had done his best not to think about what was happening in the room as he fixed his code, trying his best to focus and get his job done. Nonetheless, possibilities of what could happen to his friend were in the back of his mind. Was she in danger? Was she charming him? How would she stall him? All he had known was that she succeeded in keeping Kateshi from discovering the hard drive as it was still stuck in the laptop’s port. He had not even dreamed about seeing what he saw now. Zooming in on the action, he now took a very close look.

Nancy was sitting in the rapper’s lap, facing away from Kateshi who in turn sat on the tiled rim of the tub. As Fletcher had kept her updated she knew that the camera was switching on and looked right at him with a distraught look on her face. Her glossy brunette hair was a mess, her ponytail all but dissolved and strands of hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Her right cheek was flushed, looking like she had been slapped in the face and her luscious, pink lips were parted in a gasp or moan that was stifled by one of Kateshi’s hands that was tightly wrapped around her throat, squeezing it roughly and constricting her breathing.

Fletcher licked his lips as he let his eyes trail south. Nice, full, soft, big tits, wet and gleaming with bath water, were bouncing up and down on her chest with Kateshi’s other hand roughly groping and squeezing them, making Nancy wince visibly as he alternated between them. Her small, light brown nipples stood stiff, being tugged and twisted to the rapper’s heart’s content.

Her toned, feminine abs flexed as Nancy worked her hips up and down, from what seemed like her own volition.

“Fucking hell…” Fletcher whispered, bewildered. Just as he had assumed, Nancy’s pussy was completely smooth and hairless. Her sleek, blushing lips were stretched open, sliding slowly up and down Kateshi’s thick, tattooed shaft as she fucked him, obviously dripping wet. Nancy McKenna, stark-naked, was riding some mumble-rapping douchebag’s cock for all she was worth. The embarrassed expression on her face she looked at the camera with was just the cherry on top.

Still stunned, Fletcher blindly fumbled for the smart tv’s remote and with a push of a button he turned on the sound, turning it up to the max. A second later, the noises accompanying the action on screen filled the room around the flabbergasted hacker.

The splashing of water, Nancy’s soft moaning, the slapping of flesh on flesh of her ass on Kateshi’s groin. Suddenly the young rapper briefly left Nancy’s bouncing chest and delivered a harsh smack to her already blushing right cheek, making Nancy’s head spin and causing her to sob at the hard, ringing impact.

“Fuck yeah, bitch! Ride me harder!” Fletcher heard Kateshi’s lisping voice as Nancy looked at him with an expression of pure embarrassment in her eyes.

Nonetheless, she obeyed his order, speeding up the pace of her riding, her hands braced on the tiles below.