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L.A.'s Finest - L.A.'s Finest Honeypot	By : Sammycolt Category: -Misc TV Shows > Het - Male/Female Views: 10810 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "L.A.'s Finest" or any of the characters. It is a Spectrum Originals production and I do not make any money from this story!

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Fascinated, Fletcher watched what was going on in the other room via the huge screen of his smart tv. Kateshi had left the room to grab a drink, leaving Nancy behind in her own mess. The big, black hacker smirked in amusement. He had quite enjoyed the show. Not only was Nancy McKenna a gorgeous, curvy woman, with looks that put Hollywood actresses to shame, but it was also a delight to see her get knocked down a few pegs. Watching her get so utterly destroyed by a person she would not be caught dead with really helped to ease some of the frustrations Fletcher had accumulated since working with her. And the kid had done an excellent job!
It had been almost a minute since Kateshi had left the room and Nancy still barely recovered enough to stir slightly. She was still on her back, her head overhanging the edge of the bed with her all-but-dissolved ponytail touching the floor. Her legs were stretched out with her thighs spread in a most unladylike manner, giving Fletcher’s camera a perfect view of her pussy.
The huge geek chuckled as he remembered how cute, sleek and petite Nancy’s sex had looked earlier when he was treated to the sight of her inadvertent cameltoe. Well-groomed and her pussy lips demurely clamped together, it had been a piece of art, hidden beneath a thin layer of fabric.
Half an hour of a tattooed-up thug having his way with her, those associations weren’t the same. Nancy’s small slit was flushed red now, her labia swollen and gaping apart, granting a peek at her rich inner pink and gleaming in wetness. Now it looked less like some artsy photographer’s model’s vagina, but more like the cunt of some porn star coming off her shift. A screenshot of this was quickly saved in Fletcher’s folder. Surely, Nancy had a lot of male colleagues that were eager to trade favors to get their hands on such explicit pictures of Nancy McKenna’s well-used fuckhole…
While her pussy had been used properly, this paled in comparison to what Kateshi had done to the detective’s face. In fact, all Fletcher could see of Nancy’s stunning, exotic features on his camera was her mouth, those fat, juicy lips slightly agape as she slowly steadied her breathing. The rest, from her upper lip all the way to the hairline, was covered by a mask of her own drying spit and snot as well as Kateshi’s spunk. The layer was so thick that Fletcher could hardly make out the spectacular eyes underneath, which’s lids were sealed shut by the slimy mess. Even in all his years of watching hardcore porn, Fletcher struggled to remember ever seeing a slut so utterly defaced. He did not mind that it was Nancy who was now topping that list.
Nonetheless, there was business mixed in with all this raunchy pleasure. They still had to cover their tracks.
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“Nancy!”
Nancy whimpered when she heard Fletcher’s voice in her ear.
“Nancy wake up! You can bask in your orgasm later! I need you to do your job for a minute!”
“Fuck you!” Nancy whispered hoarsely in reply. While she did not carry a mic she knew that the laptop was picking up everything. That traitorous motherfucker… she was going to kill him! Making fun of her in her peril…
She was slowly regaining her wits. Her entire body ached as she lay on the soft bed, but nothing was as damaged as her pride. The things she had done, the things that he had done to her… she felt her lips quiver and quickly, determinedly bit down on them. She would not cry!
It seemed that at least, whatever was in those pills was losing its effect on her as she felt her mind feel less sluggish. This, however, came at the drawback that she was fully aware that she had just been fucked, choked, slapped and made to cum by some rainbow-haired, millennial loser to the most humiliating, most intense orgasms of her life. Her pussy was still throbbing…
“Nancy, move your lazy ass!”
“You fucking piece of shit!” she snapped back at Fletcher’s nagging. Finally, she lifted her hands to her face, horrified at the utter mess she felt. Using her fingertips, she did her best to wipe her eyelids clean, whimpering at the disgusting feeling. Her eyelashes were glued together and it took a good bit of work until she was finally able to open them.
Succeeding she glared into the camera. “I fucking hate you!” she hissed at the man on the other end, venom in her voice. She then reached out, her fingers still numb and shaky as she pulled Fletcher’s USB drive from the port and after a moment’s pause for consideration, she dropped it into the small ceramic vase that sat on the nightstand next to it, eliminating the danger of being caught while simultaneously costing Fletcher 10 Dollars’ worth of equipment. Now all she had to do was to get out of here.
“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.
“Good!” he smirked, satisfied, “Now let’s kick things up a notch! Show me how filthy you are!”
Nancy sensed that whatever he intended was not something she would like and was proven right when the young man scooted his hips forward. Confused, she frowned as his balls dragged over and past her lips, then her eyes widened in unadulterated horror when she realized what he wanted.
“NO! NO! N-mmph!” she protested, panicking. Trying to twist and turn, her arms were still immovably stuck underneath Kateshi’s shins as the young man’s weight and MMA experience helped him control her from top position. He brutally grabbed a hold of her hair close to her scalp, which took away her last possibility to escape. Filming the horrified look in her eyes from close-up, the rainbow-haired mumble-rapper sat down on her face.
“Mmmmh!” Nancy moaned, muffled. Her face was contorted in disgust as she felt Kateshi’s wrinkled asshole press up against her clenched-shut lips.
She had never dreamed about something like this. If a man would have even asked her to do something like this, chances were that she would have stopped any sexual contact between them immediately. Now, he was forcing her, slowly grinding his ass against her face while his scrotum pressed against her nose, taking away that possibility to breathe.
“Lick my ass, you filthy cunt!” he ordered, his voice deep and demanding, “Rim me like the nasty bitch that you are!”
Desperate, Nancy held her breath and kept struggling fruitlessly. She could not believe how strong the wiry man was, holding her down without showing so much as a sign of exertion.
“Are you really gonna rim his ass, Nancy? Fuck, you are a kinky little slut!”
A single tear of frustration rolled from the corner of her right eye as Nancy finally succumbed. The thought of passing out like this was just too humiliating.
Swallowing her pride, or what was left of it, Nancy hesitantly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, getting her first taste of Kateshi’s tight crinkle, shyly lapping at it.
“There we go, bitch! Eat my ass!” Kateshi groaned, his face exploding into satisfaction at her submission as he felt her wet appendage brush across his sphincter. His grip on her hair tightened even further, but he shifted his weight slightly, allowing her a tiny bit of breathing space through her nose.
“Oh fuck, Nancy! Can you imagine the faces of people when they hear that you are a little ass-muncher?! You’ll be popular in an entirely new way!”
Burning with indignant humiliation, Nancy glared up into the camera, knowing that all this was recorded. There was nothing she could do, though, she was at the thug’s mercy and forced to worship his puckered asshole, licking it like a complete degenerate. He grinded his hips against her face, rubbing his butt all over her, making her taste him.
“Yeah, bitch! You like that, don’t you?!” he growled, feeling her dainty tongue circle his rim. Even the little sluts he picked up in the clubs were hesitant to do this for him, but it seemed the prospect of money as well as finally being recognized as a rap star had boosted his confidence to just make her do as he pleased. It did not matter that she didn’t like it, he had given her enough pleasure to demand some payback. He owned her!
Her timidity was reduced gradually with time as she accepted her role and began to obediently lick him. She got into a rhythm, finding that she did not like the taste, but it was by no means as bad as she had feared and she figured it would be over quicker if she complied. Soon, Kateshi let go of her hair and stroked his now fully rejuvenated cock as she rimmed him, his sweaty, wrinkled balls pressed up against the bridge of her dainty nose.
“Fuck yesss!” Kateshi grunted as she figured out technique, circling the clenched rim of his hole with the very tip of her tongue, her eyes closed to bear the shame. He had to give it to her, she was quite talented. Moving his phone behind himself, he captured some of her tongue work on film before he decided to move on.
“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 no choice 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, forced its way past her sphincter. The entire head of his cock was now buried inside her tight asshole.
With this success, Fletcher let go of his cock and fully locked in the rear-naked choke 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 forced 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 forced 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 vulnerable 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 forced, 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 force 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.
“Come here!” Kateshi grunted. Pulling his fingers from her nose, Kateshi yanked his cock out of her asshole, causing a shudder from Nancy when his thick prick popped out. He then used his hold on her hair to turn her around, continuing the manhandling.
“Aaaargh!” she cried at the sharp pain in her scalp when she was ragdolled and Kateshi took advantage. Before she could react, he shoved his cock deep into her gaping mouth, causing a moan of utter disgust from Nancy. He ignored her and used her head like a masturbation aid, bouncing it in his lap.
Due to her position, Nancy’s ass was now facing the laptop, giving Fletcher a full-on view of how her reddened asshole irised shut again, quickly shrinking back to close to its original size albeit looking undeniably sore. As one hand held her head tight, Kateshi’s other came down hard, leaving red, hand-shaped imprints on both of her buttocks.
Meanwhile, Kateshi’s phone captured the side-view, showing Nancy McKenna going ass-to-mouth, her head being bobbed along Kateshi’s flame-tattooed shaft. It seemed like she had given up her resistance, just allowing him to use her mouth like a onahole.
“Wow, Nancy! Did not peg you for the ass-to-mouth-kinda girl, but you’re just slobbering on that cock, huh? Man, you sluts certainly like to pretend you are better than you are…”
“Mph! Mmh! Mgh! Glrh!” Nancy gagged as she was once again facefucked. Closing her eyes, she endured. Again, the taste was not pleasant, but it was by no means as bad as she had imagined. It was the thought of where it had just been however that made it a truly discomforting experience.
“Hey, bitch!”
Nancy opened her eyes and had to roll them all the way up to look at Kateshi, as he seamlessly continued to guide her lips along his cock. He had picked up his phone and held it in his free hand now, pointing it at her face to capture a POV-shot of her sucking his dick. Fletcher’s booming laughter roared in her ear.
“God, Nancy, you look like the biggest slut! You just have a face made to be a little cocksucker…”
What a fucking bastard, Nancy thought, staring into the camera with big, dark eyes, aware of what a submissive sight she was.
“Oww!” she winced as Kateshi roughly pulled her back by her hair, pulling his cock from her mouth, then guided her down below to his scrotum.
“Lick ‘em!” he hoarsely demanded and Nancy could not put the effort in to resist, feeling too exhausted to struggle. Instead, she stuck her small, pink tongue out and lapped away at his balls, all the while peering into the camera from below.
Before long, Kateshi put the camera down again back in its position and squatted in position behind her. Nancy let out a moaning scream as he placed his fat cockhead against her asshole and pushed inside, but her sore sphincter put up little fight, allowing Kateshi to push his entire, spit-lubed length in with one thrust and quickly pick up where he left off.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Nancy let out strained moans. She pushed her knees a little further apart, spreading her thighs more to ease some of the pressure. This opened up her pussy a bit more, resulting in her tiny, pink clit being fully exposed and Kateshi’s swinging balls smacked against the little nub with every thrust. First, Nancy flinched, but then found that the rhythmic sensation was a pleasurable distraction from the worst pain of the anal pounding she was receiving and instead she focused on it. Arching her back a bit more made for a submissive display on Fletcher’s cameras, but it also increased the small bolts of pleasure.
“Little… bitch…” Kateshi grunted. She felt him lean forward over her and then his hands grabbed a swinging tit each. He squeezed but it was not hard enough to hurt and also served to stimulate her nipples and Nancy welcomed this as another distraction.
Kateshi felt her relax. Her tight, hot asshole still clenched around him, but to his satisfaction he noticed that she seemed to lose some of her tenseness. It appeared the little Latina slut was getting into the assfuck, pushing her butt back at him and receiving his thrusts almost eagerly while her moans took on a definitely pleasure-colored note. This allowed him to pound her slutty backdoor more smoothly, making it a win-win.
“Touch yourself!” he growled at her, “Rub your cunt while I fuck your ass!”
Nancy complied without question. Closing her eyes to shut everything but the pleasure out, she reached below herself with her right arm while bracing her weight on her left. She found her hole oozing girly juices to a shocking degree and wasted no time plunging two fingers inside, simultaneously stretching her two holes.
“Oohgod!” she almost did not recognize her own voice as she moaned, bliss reverberating through as she started fucking herself, trying to time her own thrusts with Kateshi’s anal pounding, “This is… sooo good!”
The words came out as a shock to even herself. She had not even consciously thought that, it had just come out. For a moment she hoped it had been drowned out by the shaking of the bed or the loud slapping of flesh on flesh, but of course it hadn’t.
“Fucking bitch!” Kateshi grinned. Smirking, he grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her head back, using it like reigns as he rode her even harder, rewarding her admission with even rougher pounding.
Fletcher just laughed at her.
But she could not deny it. As much as she had hated it in the beginning, how much it had hurt, slowly the pain went away. And, mixed with the pleasure of her vaginal stimulation it simply felt good. Great, actually. A stupid, primal part of her even started to enjoy the anal punishment most, making her feel conquered and owned. She was used for his pleasure and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Mmmh! Yeah! Fuck me!” Nancy moaned, eyes closed in bliss. What did fighting it matter anymore? She was too tired for that. Instead she gave in. What did she have to lose now anyway? “Fuck my… my ass!”
Fingering herself at a rapid pace matching Kateshi’s, Nancy felt an orgasm build inside her, quickly and powerfully. She was going to cum. From getting fucked in the ass. By a thug. On camera.
“Mmmfu-hu-hu-huck!” the detective moaned as the thought seemed to awaken further debauched, deeply hidden instincts inside her. She bit down on her lower lip, her face turning into a mask of pleasure now instead of the previous agony. She had never been so submissive and was shocked by how good it could feel.
“Yeah, moan for me, bitch!” Kateshi grunted through gritted teeth. The change in her demeanor had surprised him, but it was not unwelcome. He enjoyed the idea of having turned this gorgeous woman into an anal-loving whore.
“You like it, huh, Nancy?! Figures… Of course a conceited little cunt like you secretly is a typical buttslut! Is this how you earned your detective’s shield?”
Nancy groaned. Fletcher’s rude comments only increased the intoxicating high of her pleasure now. Her jaw fell open and cries of bliss poured out while she was rocked from behind, her two fingers inside her pussy working feverishly.
“I can see your asshole wrapped around his dick, Nancy! He is really stretching you wide!”
“Fuck-fuck-ah-ah-ah-ah!” her voice reached a feverish pitch. Her toes curled, digging into the sweat-soaked sheets and she pushed back to meet his thrusts. Her fingers worked feverishly, eager for the raunchy act to push her over the edge.
“Don’t think you’ll be able to sit for a while, Nancy! That asshole is taking a pounding!”
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Nancy’s eyes fluttered open as she was swept away by the most ferocious orgasm. Her irises almost completely had disappeared to the top of her head bare a small sliver of dark brown and the red-shot whites were revealed in a dramatic manor. Jaw slack, her mouth hung open wide, adding to her stupefied expression as she experienced the first anal orgasm of her life.
Shaking with sudden, powerful full-body tremors, she was knocked off her balance and was once again pushed face-first into the bed as Kateshi kept pounding away, fucking her clenching asshole deep into her orgasm until it seized his cock too tight, locking his prick balls-deep inside Nancy’s rectum and milking it for all its worth.
“Fuck yeah, cum on that cock, bitch!” Kateshi hissed, enjoying the pleasurable, powerful massage while watching proudly as Nancy’s body visibly trembled. He loved making sluts cum from getting fucked in the ass. It made him feel like superman, which was amplified by the fact that he still felt good to go. He had broken her, pounded her into submission. Now he was showing off.
Even while she was cumming, moaning into the mattress with a cock in her ass, a part of the haze fell off of Nancy’s mind and a part of her was shocked by her behavior, mentally scolding her for being such a slut. However, that part of her was currently in the passenger’s seed with the feral, stupid part of Nancy firmly in control.
“Fuck, Nancy! Those facial expressions, that full-body shaking… you really have the best orgasms! They look great on tape!”
It took her a full minute to get over her anal orgasm, time which Kateshi used to firmly grope and massage her upraised ass-cheeks. She felt utterly exhausted when the final small shakes slowly receded, face buried in the mattress. She was ready to drop by now!
The man fucking her was not, however. A loud groan was muffled by the mattress as his cock slid back out of her ass, the prominent ridge of his glans tugging at her sensitive sphincter for a moment before popping out. Both men took a good moment to watch Nancy’s gaping asshole, revealing a deep, dark opening into which Kateshi - to Fletcher’s amusement - sent a big, slimy gob of spit before it shrunk back to its original size. Due to the thug holding her buttocks wide-spread, Fletcher’s camera was able to get a great shot of the lewd act.
“Useless little cunt!” the rapper growled as he grabbed her hips and roughly rolled her over onto her back. Nancy only moaned and let it happen. Any and all fight she had was gone now, taken out of her completely. She watched with half-lidded eyes as Kateshi gathered her ankles and pulled her slim legs up to his shoulders, then squatted down in front of her. Her mouth opened as he placed his cock against her puckered, freshly-fucked hole and despite her tiredness her eyes went wide as saucers as eight inches of cock were unceremoniously shoved into her tightest orifice.
“Oooohgooood!” she let out a drawn-out moan as Kateshi leaned over her, pushing her legs up and lifting her ass off the bed in the process. She felt the fat, round head of his cock slide into her, stretching her passage on its way in, stimulating bundles of sensitive nerve endings. Automatically, she reached for his thighs, but instead of pushing or pulling him she just lightly placed her hands on them, giving up full control. Submissively, she gazed up at him, hypnotized by the raw, feral desire in his eyes.
“Fuck, again? You really are insatiable, bitch!”
Kateshi placed his hands on either side of Nancy’s head, bracing himself as he started fucking her. She was loose by now and he quickly gained pace, taking her hard and fast, which caused the entire bed to shake.
“Ooh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Nancy gasped like a complete slut, her head dropping back on the bed as she once more lost herself in the naughty sensations of having her asshole pounded. One hand found its way between her thighs all on its own and eagerly started to play with her clit, giving Fletcher one more stunning show. Her big, soft tits bounced wildly up and down on her chest in the rhythm of Kateshi’s thrusts, drawing his eyes.
“You hot, little whore!” he hissed, snarling with exertion. Reaching up, he grabbed Nancy’s heels and, while she lost her mind getting hammered, he pushed her feet down to the bed until her toes were buried in the soft mattress, folding her double and leaving her completely vulnerable at his mercy.
“Yeeeeaaah! Fu-huck… meee! Fuck… my… ass…” Nancy cried out, now screaming at the top of her lungs as she was pounded in an anal piledriver. She did not even care anymore, she just wanted another orgasm!
SMACK!
Even Kateshi full-on slapping her in the face did not bring her out of her haze, instead the stinging smack actually felt good on her cheek and her eyes fluttered.
“Yeah… slap… me! Slap… m-GRRKH!” her wailing was cut short by Kateshi’s hands wrapping around her throat and squeezing hard without hesitation, taking away her air and reducing the bloodflow to her brain. Looking up at him, she was a picture of sexual submission, her lips open in a soundless gasp, eyes wide. Getting choked and getting fucked in the ass: with her two new fetishes combined, Nancy was completely lost.
“Shut your mouth, bitch!” Kateshi grunted, squeezing her elegant neck hard to shut her up. Drops of sweat rolled down his brow as he felt her ass get the best of him. He was ready to paint this slut a second time!
Doubling down on his efforts, he watched Nancy’s face turn redder and redder, her eyes glassing over as he grudgefucked her into the bed. Her grit jaws unclenched and slackened as pleasure overwhelmed her and her eyes rolled inward until the gorgeous woman was completely cross-eyed, an utterly undignified expression that distorted her stunning beauty.
“Yeah, Nancy! Cum! Cum from getting choked and sodomized, you filthy trash-whore!”
She was on the verge of passing out when she came once again and her entire body - stuck and folded underneath the wiry man - shook hard. Kateshi could feel her try to scream, but his hands sealed that noise deep in her throat, so she soundlessly trembled underneath him, a pitiful look on her face. The strong, milking contractions of her asshole were enough to set Kateshi off this time around.
“FUCK!” the young man yelled, urgently. Yanking his cock out of Nancy’s wrecked asshole he let go of her throat and grabbed her hair roughly. However, before a groggy Nancy could even draw a wheezing breath, she was brutally yanked up, her hair almost torn out as she was dragged to her knees.
“You dirty bitch! Fucking whore! Take it, you BITCH!” the rapper roared as he stroked his cock several times before exploding, inches away from Nancy’s face.
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“And here we go!!!”
Fletcher watched in fascinated awe as a thick, creamy rope of jizz erupted from the tip of Kateshi’s cock and stretched all the way from the corner of Nancy’s mouth across her right cheek, eye, brow and all the way up to her hairline. Despite being shaken by her orgasm, he could see Nancy flinch at the sensation and moan in discontent, obviously unused to receiving facials. Now there was nothing she could do though as Kateshi followed up.
The next shot draped itself across the bridge of her nose, painting her flushed caramel skin with a sticky white line. The third and fourth stretched from her upper lip all the way over her left eye, plastering it shut and leaving her essentially blind before two final, weaker blasts spurted into her hair.
“Now that’s a money shot!” Fletcher stated, admiring the utter mess that Nancy’s face had once more become as Kateshi wiped the last few drops of spunk off on her full, soft lips. Helpfully, the rapper grabbed his phone and went in for a close up, giving Fletcher fantastic footage.
“You’re a fucking slut, Nancy!” Fletcher smirked into the mic.
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Kateshi was extremely proud of himself as he filmed the results of his efforts. The Latina bitch stayed where she was, in the cowering position he had yanked her into, almost as if to let him capture her in her full glory.
“You’re a fucking slut!” Kateshi hissed, eliciting a whimper from Nancy. “And I think it is time for you to go!”
“Wha-AAAH!” Nancy’s confused question was cut short as Kateshi once again yanked on her hair and brutally pulled her off the bed, causing her to crash into a heap on the floor, “Ow! Ow! Please! Stop!”
Pleading desperately, she was dragged on her hands and knees across the room, struggling to keep up. Her mind raced, panicking once again as she sensed that they left the bedroom and entered the lounge, then over to the couch.
“Here’s your stuff!” Kateshi sneered, grabbing her bikini top and her bottoms and balling them up tightly before roughly shoving it into the woman’s panting mouth.
“Mmbllgh!” Nancy protested, but blinded and sluggish as she was she was unable to put up a fight and just a moment later the wrecked beauty was dragged along again, struggling not to fall on her face. Alarm bells shrilled as she heard the room door being opened.
“You really are a fun fuck!” Kateshi told her before throwing her out into the hallway.
“MMAARGH!” Nancy wailed at the intense pain in her scalp from being tossed out like this. Her instincts, honed from years of combat training, prevented her from falling flat on her face and she instead managed to gracefully roll, landing on her feet. Feeling adrenaline charging, she used her fingertips to wipe her eyelids free enough to open and glared back at the tattooed rapper standing in the doorway behind her.
“Fucking you in the ass was really great!” he told her as he tossed her room key to the floor at her feet. “Call me when you want to get wrecked again!”
With that, the door slammed shut and Nancy, still naked, stared in bewilderment, first at the door then at the key. Realizing she could be caught and seen like this any second, panic surged through her and she spat out the crumpled bikini. Looking left and right in panic she tried to put the spit-soaked bottom on, constantly expecting someone to come out of their room.
“Fuuuuuck!” she whimpered in panic as she realized that the strings on the small piece of clothing had snapped when Kateshi had ripped it off, leaving it unusable to wear. Not knowing what else to do, she tossed the useless bottoms to the floor.
As Nancy tied the strings to her top she felt fresh tears rise in her eyes. She had never even dreamed she could be so humiliated. She had always thought of herself as somewhat of a badass but no matter what she tried, this lowlife piece of trash had bested her in every way he wanted, reducing her into his submissive slut.
Sobbing, Nancy picked up her room key. On her way down the hallway she spotted a service cart with some old meals on it. Grabbing an already slightly used napkin, she wiped the sticky cum off her face, cleaning herself up as best she could before she continued her walk of shame, one hand covering her bare pussy, hoping nobody would see her.
As she reached the door to her room two floors below, Fletcher opened it before she could unlock it. She realized he had watched her via the security cams, including her humiliating exit from Kateshi’s room.
She had wanted to kill him earlier, but seeing the huge, black man tower over her now and grin condescendingly she lost her nerve. Instead she just looked up at him, her lips quivering pathetically, hand clamped over her well-fucked snatch.
“Great job, boss!” Fletcher smirked down at her, “Everything went according to plan!”
Sobbing, Nancy pushed past him into the room. As she made her way towards the bathroom she caught a view of the smart tv, seeing herself on all fours from behind, sucking Kateshi’s cock while presenting her used cunt and asshole to the camera. Blushing, she shamefully lowered her head and quickly left the room, shutting and locking the door behind herself.
“If you are ready to come out and celebrate a successful mission, I’ll be waiting on the bed!” she heard Fletcher call, “I opened the champagne already!”
Closing her eyes, Nancy McKenna slid down to the floor with her back to the door. This, she would never live down…
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ONE WEEK LATER

“Hello, Victoria!” Nancy greeted her husband’s receptionist with a tight-lipped smile as she walked past her desk, not bothering to stop, “Gotta talk to Patrick for a moment, alright?!”

Ignoring the young woman’s reply, Nancy simply walked into the waiting room of the district attorney’s office. Sitting there in one of the chairs was Marcel O’Hara, one of Patrick’s colleagues and one of the slimiest weasels she had ever encountered. She had met him at a few Christmas parties and always found him secretly checking her out.

He leered at her from behind his fancy glasses as soon as she entered and she felt a sudden need to cover up. “Hello Nancy!” he greeted her with a creepy smile, “Your ex is currently in a zoom-meeting, then I have an appointment, which should not take too long. You can wait with me if you w…”
“I’m first!” the detective firmly cut him off, making her way towards the glass door to Patrick’s office and opened it without knocking.
Patrick McKenna looked up from his conference call as she walked in and closed the door behind herself, surprised at the sudden intrusion, but within a second he recovered, giving her a serious look, lifting a finger at her to signal her to wait for him to finish his call.
“Patrick, we need to talk!” she said, her voice quiet with held-back anger.
Again, her still-husband’s finger came up, signaling her pointedly that he was busy while his eyes did not even leave his screen. Being made to wait like this was too much.
“Patrick!” Nancy hissed, her fury bubbling over, causing him to look at her, “Right fucking now!!!”
Patrick sighed and nodded.
“Sir, my apologies. I will call you back in a moment, this will not take long!” he addressed his computer before quickly cutting the connection.
“Hello, Nancy!” he said, his eyes emotionless as he pointed to the visitor’s chair opposite his big mahogany desk, “Please, sit!”
“I don’t want to sit, Patrick!” Nancy fumed, instead beginning to pace up and down, “How can you throw my damn case out? I have him! I have Jackson Motherfucking Montell on tape, crystal-fucking-clear quality buying a shipment of finest merchandise in a hotel room in the fucking Charlton! I have him dead to fucking rights and you throw it out?”
“Nancy, please sit!” Patrick repeated, his eyes still firm.
“I don’t want to fucking sit! I want you to tell me what the fuck it is you think you are doing!” Nancy yelled.
Patrick McKenna sighed. Turning towards his computer he quickly typed a few words. “It’s not about the evidence, Nancy. It’s about the way you got it…”
He turned the screen of his computer around for her to see. A look of confusion spread over Nancy’s face, followed by utter horror. Opened in Patrick’s browser was a video on pornhub, playing a scene shot with the definite shakiness of a phone camera.
Stunned, Nancy stared at herself, on all fours on the bed back at the Charlton, getting utterly pounded from behind as Kateshi pulled her hair, a look of extreme pleasure in her eyes.
“Fuck me! Fuck my… my ass!” the Nancy in the video demanded and her request was most certainly granted. As Kateshi picked up his pace, pounding her into the bed, Patrick stopped the video. The title read “Hot Latina MILF assfucked till she LOVES it!” and Nancy’s head swam as she saw that the video, which was fifteen minutes long, had been clicked over 200,000 times!
“There’s even more!” Patrick clicked onto a short clip and Nancy watched herself envelop Kateshi’s tatted dick with her full lips in a video simply titled “ass2mouth SLUT”. The ground suddenly felt shaky beneath her feet.
“They were gonna say you entrapped them. You seduced a suspect, Nancy!” Patrick stated coldly, “This will get smashed into our faces if we proceed.”
“But…” Nancy protested, her anger blown away as she felt dizziness. 200,000 people had seen her get fucked in the ass!
“It’s over, Nancy! We lost! You messed up!”
Stunned, Nancy stared at him. Wordlessly she turned around and left the office.
“Hey Nancy!” she barely heard Marcel as he approached her, “I heard you’re single now. I’d like to take you out for a coffee after I drop this file off…”
Nancy hardly heard herself agree. Her mind was still racing as Marcel possessively grabbed her ass and led her out of the office while casually informing her that he had downloaded her video.
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