No, Kateshi is back to dominate her

“Maaan, I really did a number on that cunt, huh?!” Nancy’s train of thought was cut short and her blood ran cold at the braggadocios voice coming from the doorway. She lifted her head to see Kateshi lean up against the frame of the big double doors, a bottle of disgustingly light-blue beer-vodka-mixed drink in his hand which he had already half-way downed. His cock hung heavy between his thighs. Fuck, that was a fat prick… Nancy felt her stomach quiver at the thought that all that had just stretched her pussy as well as her gullet.

In his other hand, the obnoxious bastard held his phone, pointing it at Nancy and obviously filming her without consent. While this alone should have outraged her, she could not find it in herself to protest. What did it matter? Fletcher probably had enough video material of her to sustain a porn site through a quarantine…

“Oh, I better get that perspective too. Nothing like some POV shots…”

“Yeah, you really put me in my place…” Nancy replied, ignoring Fletcher’s voice in her ear and instead straining to push herself up on her elbows, “I think I got all I can handle. If it’s alright with you I will be out of your hair…”

“You stay right where the fuck you are!” the rapper cut her short, menacingly pointing a finger at her, causing Nancy to freeze, her heart pumping in her chest. Wide-eyed, like a deer in headlights, she watched as Kateshi pushed himself off the doorframe and sauntered over towards the bed, his cock stiffening a slight bit at her compliance. Carelessly, he tossed his almost empty bottle of vodka mix away, sending it rolling over the expensive carpet and staining it with chemically blue droplets. “I am not done with you yet!”

Nancy’s mind raced as Kateshi climbed on the bed. She tried to come up with an excuse, something to allow her to get away as he straddled her shins, but her mind fired blanks. “Wait…” was all she weakly offered as he put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down onto the bed without any struggle whatsoever, then climbed up her body with his knees on either side of her. Almost hypnotized she stared on the thick, rubbery cock that slid up her abdomen, coming to rest in between her tits. Any thought she might have had about stopping him was squashed when his shins blocked her arms, painfully pinning her arms to the mattress and leaving her completely at his mercy.

“Damn!” the mumble rapper snickered, pointing his phone at her face for a close-up, “You’re a mess, bitch! Here, let me give you a hand!”

Nancy couldn’t do anything but moan in protest and put up a weak struggle as Kateshi grabbed one of the crumpled sheets and wiped her face, cleaning the sticky mess. It took a bit of effort and a bit of discomfort on the stuck detective’s part, but soon the cloth was utterly ruined while Nancy’s beauty had resurfaced, slightly flushed. She glared up at him, doing her best to ignore the new camera.

“You better not upload this anywhere!” she warned.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up. It’s all just for my personal collection, you know?!” Kateshi shushed her before scooting his hips up so he was straddling Nancy’s chest, pushing the tip of his cock up to her lips, “Now kiss my dick, you filthy whore!”

Opening her mouth for a retort, Nancy had to turn her head to avoid him pressing his dick against it. She tried to evade him for several moments, grunting as she threw her head from side to side, but he was relentless and soon she gave up. Pursing her lips, she placed a small kiss against the underside of the glans.

“C’mon, bitch! It gave you so much joy a minute ago!” Kateshi mocked, grabbing his cock around the base and pushing it down for emphasis, “Put some passion into it! I know you love to suck cocks! And look into the damn camera!”

Seething inwardly, Nancy complied. Glaring into the lens of his smartphone, she kissed the same spot again, this time giving it a big smooch.

“Man, those lips look good sucking cock, Nancy! You’re a natural-born fucking whore!” Fletcher hissed into her ear and from the rhythm of his voice she could hear that he was jerking off.

“Very good! Now lick it!” Kateshi demanded, groaning with satisfaction when she complied, “Stick it all the way out! All the way! Lick your fucking chin, slut! That’s it! Now lap at my damn balls, bitch!”

Nancy felt fresh tears of humiliated anger brim in her eyes as she dragged the flat of her tongue along the wrinkly, musky skin of Kateshi’s scrotum. In a way, this was more demeaning than everything that had come before. He made her actively participate, directing her like she was some porn star.

“Oh, that’s nice! The kid missed his calling! He should be shooting adult films, ‘cause this is some quality fucking shit. Worship them balls, Nancy!”

“That’s it!” Kateshi commended, rewarding her behavior by loudly slapping his at this point semi-hard cock across her face repeatedly, eliciting a protesting moan, “What are you?”

Nancy glared up at him, squinting against the rod of hot flesh being smacked against her cheeks, nose and eyes. “What?!”

“Tell me what you are! Say it into the camera, you stupid slut!”

“I’m… a stupid slut?!” Nancy said quizzically into the camera, mirroring what he had just said. Dirty talk had never been her strongest suit.

“Fucking right, you are!” Kateshi growled, pressing his big, round ball between her lips before pulling it back out with a popping sound, “What else?!”

“A… a bitch?!”

The rapper rolled his eyes and delivered a short slap to Nancy’s face that made her cheek sting and she glared at him, unable to do a thing. “More!”

“A needy little cockwhore!” Fletcher’s voice buzzed in her ear and without thinking she blurted it out.

“I’m a needy little cockwhore!”

Kateshi grinned, wiping his cock across her soft, exotic features. “What else?”

“You’re a sperm-guzzling bimbo!”

“A sperm-guzzling bimbo!”

“You’re a filthy little fuckdoll!”

“A filthy little fuckdoll!”

“You’re L.A.’s finest cum dumpster!”

“I am L.A.’s finest cum dumpster!” Nancy rambled out the lines Fletcher was feeding her, trying her best not to think about it.

It certainly seemed to work. Kateshi’s grin gleamed brightly as he listened to her self-demeaning tirade and his cock hardened a bit more at her compliant humiliation.