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L.A.'s Finest - L.A.'s Finest Cum Dumpster	By : Sammycolt Category: -Misc TV Shows > Het - Male/Female Views: 27038 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Alright, first of all, thanks a lot for the feedback, I truly appreciate it! I realize that the first chapter was a lot of set-up. However, I plan on making that up to you guys with this chapter as well as the next ones, so please enjoy!
Chapter 2: A Game of Control
There it was. Lower than she had ever even dreamed of sinking. Trading sexual favors to get ahead in the job. Shockingly, a big part of her was okay with that.
Vincent could barely believe his luck as the stunningly beautiful, naked detective meekly dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes again falling to his hard prick. On all fours, the smart, strong-willed woman slowly crawled towards him, that witty mouth finally silent. He could see her ass wiggle erotically with her movements as she approached.

As she settled between his spread thighs, Vincent flexed his shaft and watched amused as Nancy's eyes stayed trained on his swinging shaft as if she had been hypnotized. He could see her nostrils flare.

“Go on,” he encouraged, “Grab it!”

For a split second, her eyes darted up at him before immediately coming back to the swaying cock in front of her face. “Where...” she began, the professional part of her persona trying its best to keep focus on the bigger picture, “Where is Wesson?”

“Uh-uh!” Vincent shook his head, “First I want those pretty lips wrapped around my dick, then we'll talk!”

Nervously biting her lip again, Nancy thought for a second, staring at Beretta's purple bellend. However, she found it hard to think. It had been too long since she had had some good, proper sex and her body had been primed for days, longing for a good, sweaty session. Her hormones ran rampant inside her body, making her feel overpowered.

Also, speaking from a purely physical point of view, Beretta was one hell of a specimen. Lean and strong, his frame packed with stringy muscles, young and well groomed from head to toe, she had to admit: the man looked delicious. Not the least of which was owed to the thick hammer he swung, which he had proven he knew how to use. Now, her nose barely a foot away from his thick cock, she could still smell the scent of the Asian girl's pussy on his cock, reminding her how authentically euphoric the prostitute had sounded and sending a tingle down between her own thighs.

She could always reason that this was what had to be done to catch a dangerous piece of scum, but the truth was, Nancy was thankful for the excuse. She knew it was wrong when she slowly, tentatively reached up and grabbed Beretta's dick around the base with her right hand, but she wanted it nonetheless.

Vincent groaned audibly when he felt the Latina's dainty hand encircle his cock. He bucked his hips, relishing the soft touch on his penis, but immediately settled back. He did not want to spook her. He had coerced the detective to go way further than she would have ever dreamed to go but he knew that if he played his cards right he could push this much further.

His shaft was so girthy that her fingers barely touched. Mesmerized, Nancy stared at the cock in her hand, unable to keep the admiration off her face. It was rock-hard, hot to the touch, with veins running along its length. She gave it a testing stroke, slowly up and down again and felt it pulse in her hand.

“That's it!” Beretta whispered, amused by her stunned antics before urging her on, “Now lick it! Lick the head!”

Nancy swallowed. All of a sudden she felt herself salivating, her body primed for this to happen. She could still smell the last slut he had fucked on him, but she could not bring herself to care. Poking out the tip of her tongue she leaned in and had a first taste, letting it slide along the rim of his bell-shaped head.

“More! Come on, bitch!”

She could still taste the other woman's tang too, which disgusted a part of her but thrilled another part. Obliging to him she dragged the very tip of her tongue along his head, drawing small circles along the ridge, tasting more, licking another woman's essence of a lowlife thug's prick.

To her surprise, Beretta was not impressed. “Come on, McKenna, what is this timid shit? What are you, a fucking teenager? Stick your fucking tongue out and do it right!”

Irritated, Nancy obliged, extending her tongue a bit more.

“Further!” Beretta demanded harshly, “More! Come on, you dumb slut, more!” He commanded for more, not satisfied until Nancy was practically lolling her tongue out as far as it would extend. She looked like she was trying to lick her own chin before it was enough for him. “Now lick my damn dick!”

Nancy felt more than a little humiliated but also turned on as she was made to lap up and down the full length of Beretta's cock with the flat of her tongue. She knew she was looking like a complete slut as she licked the other woman's feminine essence off and lathered his shaft in her own spit.

“That's more like it!” Vincent smirked, closing his eyes and leaning back, “Work for that info, McKenna!” He relaxed, letting the detective service him like a common whore while giving her directions from time to time.

“Lick my balls too! Yeah that's it! Now back up! Slowly! Lick my piss slit! Uh-hu! That's it, bitch!”

Obediently following each of his commands, Nancy quickly began to get into the act she was performing, her tongue lashing along the young thug's cock, covering it in her own saliva. She was very much able to enjoy giving blowjobs, much to Patrick's glee, who had blown more than a few loads into his wife's talented mouth, yet this time it was different. The thought of how wrong, how forbidden this was was quite a potent aphrodisiac and while somewhere in the back of her mind she stayed cautious of the dangerous criminal she would be lying to herself if she claimed she was not enjoying this.

Seeing Nancy slowly ease up to her task and get comfortable, Vincent decided to take things a step further. Slowly, careful not to spook her, he lifted his cuffed hands and as Nancy eyed him suspiciously he placed them on top of her head. He did not push or force her, but gently guided her along her movements.

“Take it in your mouth!” he finally ordered hoarsely. Nancy looked up at him for a second, the tip of her tongue flickering across the eye of his cock as she seemed to ponder his command. Then she opened her mouth and dived down.

“Oooohfuck!” Beretta grunted as three inches of his cock were engulfed by the detective's soft lips and her mouth sealed around him. His eyes fluttered for a second as the Latina applied suction, her cheeks hollowing with the vacuum and she began to slowly, sensually bob her head. Overcome with the sensation his fingers twisted in her hair, grabbing two fistfuls of the woman's silky hair.

Nancy moaned against the rod of flesh as she felt his fingers tighten, but she did nothing to stop him, letting him gradually take over control and dictate the pace as she bobbed her head up and down. On each stroke she took just a little more of his dick into her mouth, her lips reaching further and further down his shaft. Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, drooling down his length into his neatly groomed pubic hair.

“That's it...” Beretta commended her. He was surprised with the detective's performance. He had not thought she would be able to regulate her suction this well, that she would use this much spit in her technique. Just as he thought that, he felt the tip of his cock brush against the back of Nancy's mouth, triggering a harsh gag off the woman, followed by a wave of thick spit down his shaft.

“Ooops!” he grinned, holding Nancy down for an extra second to extend the sensation of having her choke on his cock before he let her up, causing Nancy to glare at him through watery eyes.

“Fucker!” she hissed before diving back down, “Don't do that!”

“Can't handle a well-sized dick, huh?!” Beretta chuckled arrogantly, eliciting a warning glare from the cock-sucking detective. “Alright, I have a proposition to make...” he smirked, causing Nancy to frown, never stopping to bob up and down his cock.

“It could get you that info real quick, you interested?”

“Mmh-hmmmmph!” Nancy mumbled against his cock, vary of his intention.

“Alright here's the deal,” Beretta began, guiding the detective up and down his length as he laid out his proposal, “Over there on the counter is poor little Keiko's make-up bag, which she left behind when you so rudely kicked her out. There is a lip-stick in there. I want you to apply it and then I want you to deepthroat my cock. If you can get a lip-stick mark around the base of my cock, cleanly, without smudging any of the shaft, I will tell you where Wesson is...”

Nancy let the dick pop out of her mouth audibly and gave Beretta a taxing look while slowly, absently stroking his spit-covered member with her hand. She had deepthroated Patrick a couple of times in the past, though her husband was a bit shorter and less thick than Beretta. She was certain she could do it, though she might need a few tries. Wiping the saliva off her lips and chin she stood. “Deal!”

She felt Beretta's greedy eyes on her ass as she walked over to the counter and found the make-up-bag. Ignoring him, she quickly rummaged through it and soon pulled out the lip-stick. Frowning, she inspected it closer, uncapping it and checking the color.

“Wow...” she muttered. It was a bright, glaring red, the kind of color that just screamed “slut”. She did not remember the Asian girl's lips wearing this distinct color.

“Yeah,” Beretta spoke up behind her and she could hear the grin in his voice, “I asked her not to put it on. I thought it looked too cheap and whore-ish. Then again, it seems like just the color for you, Detective...”

Nancy turned her head to glare at the man and found him staring at her butt for another two seconds before he finally looked her in the eyes with a mischievous smirk on his lips. “Come on now, Detective Dicklicker,” he chuckled, his tone daring her to do something that could potentially stop him from following through on their agreement, “A nice, thick coating of lip-stick and then come here and gobble this dick!”

Opening her mouth she found she had nothing to say, so instead she bit her cheek and walked over to the full-length mirror on the room's wall. Without any support from a bra, she was very aware of how her big tits jiggled slightly with every step, making her feel a little self-conscious.

Standing in front of the mirror she was shocked by the naked woman looking back at her. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes slightly bloodshot and wet and saliva was smeared all over her chin with several shiny streaks splattered over her bare tits. To her dismay, she could also see Beretta in his seat behind her, a wide, arrogant grin on his face as he had just witnessed her shock at her own reflection.

The corners of her mouth tightened as the experienced detective admonished herself to concentrate and focus. Rolling out the lipstick she puckered her lips and leaned in to apply a coating.

“Fuck yeah!” Vincent whispered to himself as the detective bent forward in front of the mirror to perform her task. Inadvertently, this caused her to push out her firm, round butt and his eyes zeroed in on the sleek slit of the woman's pretty little pussy that just barely peeked out between her athletic thighs. Admiring the soft set of lips, Vincent made a promise to himself that he would absolutely destroy this whore's cunt!

“What in the fuck, McKenna?!” the voice inside Nancy's head berated her as for the first time in minutes she had the time to think, “What in the hell do you think you are doing?”

The truth was: she did not know. She knew Wesson needed to get caught and that she did not see a way to get the information in time but to follow through with Beretta's lewd demands. Nonetheless, she did not know if this way, acting like a complete slut, was the only way or if she just had not looked hard enough for alternatives.

That last thought was so uncomfortable that Nancy found herself rejecting and blocking it immediately, instead putting the final touches of lip-stick to her Cupid's bow before stepping back and smacking her lips, admiring her handiwork.

She had been right. It made her look like a whore... “The right look for you!” that nasty voice in the back of her head nagged, “You're going to let some lowlife scum fuck your mouth in a cheap motel... What does that sound like to you?!”

Almost wincing at the harsh thought, Nancy turned around to face Vincent again.

Somehow, while naked, cuffed and bruised, the young gangster still was a picture of arrogant self-confidence, lounging in the armchair with a nerve-wrecking, relaxed ease and watching her with the smuggest, complacent look on his face that Nancy had ever seen.

Seeing him brazenly take in the sight of her nakedness, Nancy felt the urge to cover up for a split-second, but her discipline saved her from showing this weakness. Instead, she defiantly lifted her chin and pushed her shoulders back. Beretta seemed unimpressed by this however and deliberately took time to admire the sleek mound of her pussy as the self-pleased smirk on his face infuriated her.

“Satisfied?!” she asked impatiently and gestured towards her painted mouth, her eyebrows lifted.

“Not yet...” Beretta chuckled, grabbing the base of his thick cock and obscenely waving it at her, “So get on your knees and take care of that!”

The nude detective gave him another glare. Tossing the lip-stick onto the bed, she walked over towards her captive and unceremoniously dropped to her knees.

Amused by how demonstratively unenthusiastic she acted, Beretta spread his thighs a little further to offer her more room and presenting his wrinkly nutsack to her even more. “I think I'd like you to lick my balls again first though, detective!” he grinned, easily holding her gaze as he stared down at her, “Come on! Earn that info!”

Utterly conflicted between disgust and arousal and with the excuse of her need for intel, Nancy forced herself to press on. Shuffling forward on her knees bit by bit to get herself into the perfect position, she grabbed the young man's cock around the base and began to stroke it slowly as she took a moment to inspect the thug's scrotum a little closer.

The bastard certainly had a pair on him. Nancy could not help but feel impressed by the two fleshy, plum-sized orbs that hung heavy beneath his shaft. They stretched the leathery, wrinkled skin of his sack down with their weight and looked full to the brim with cum. In a primal, dominant way the sight was even quite appealing.

It also did not hurt that the young man was certainly well-groomed and trimmed and the musky scent that filled Nancy's nostrils from this up close inadvertently caused her to salivate.

Knowing that if she waited any longer she was sure to draw a snide comment from Beretta, Nancy got to work. Opening her mouth and extending her tongue as far as she could, just like she had been told to do, she leaned in and broadly lapped along the root of his cock, making her way across the swarthy, crinkly skin in between his balls.

Vincent's reaction at the sensation was immediate. “Fuuuuck yeah!” he grunted blissfully at the delicate sensations, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in enjoyment, but only for a second before he looked back down to watch the show.

The detective really had a gorgeous pair of eyes. Big and dark, very expressive, her current position – looking up at him from between his thighs – really brought them off, making the strong-minded detective look like the most submissive slut. Even if her tongue weren't covering his ballsack with broad swipes, the color of her lipstick would have made her look like a whore.

Beretta grinned, congratulating himself to his decision. The thick coating of bright red really robbed a woman of all her classy eroticism, taking away all the sensuality and made her look like a cheap slut. The same reason he had told Keiko not to put it on earlier was why he now loved the detective wearing it. She looked like a cheap whore!

Gently placing his hands on her head, he began guiding Nancy's movements up and down, making her coat every square inch of his scrotum with another layer of thick saliva. To the detective's utter dismay, she found that if she brushed her lips against his skin even in the slightest it left a red smudge of slutty color. That did not bode well for the task ahead...

“Alright, pig!” Beretta said after the room was filled with silence but for the wet, slurping sounds of Nancy worshiping his testicles. His fingers curled into her hair, grabbing it assertively and he pulled her off of his cock, “Time to get to it now! And remember: no smudging! I want a clean offprint of those lips of yours around the base!”

Nancy stared at him, not even looking for a witty reply. Instead she focused on quickening her breathing, almost hyperventilating to fill up on her oxygen reserves to buy a little more time to work with. She then shifted her jaw from side to side to loosen the joints, knowing she would have to open wide for this to work.

“Okay, let's do this!” she pep-talked herself mentally, then took a deep breath. Tightening her grip around Beretta's base for a firm hold she gaped her mouth as wide open as she could. Then she closed her eyes tightly and dived down.

As Beretta's bellend hit the roof of her mouth, Nancy gagged immediately. She had hoped to get a good start by lurching down, instead, all she succeeded in was to make herself retch violently.

“GARRGH!” she groaned, out of reflex trying to pull back, but found to her shock that she couldn't as Beretta's tight grip on her hair instead pushed her down, pressing the head of his cock against the clenching entrance of her throat. In the distance she heard the thug laugh like a maniac as he thrust his cock upwards into her mouth even harder, grinding his hips to intentionally worsen her situation.

“NNNNGGLLLMMBSH!” Nancy screamed in fury. A furious gagging fit caused an explosion of spit, bursting out of her mouth and along the shaft and snot shot from both her nostrils, which only caused the cruel gangster to laugh even harder as he attempted to hit that specific trigger again. He viciously shunted his thick cock into her mouth while Nancy, retching and spluttering, did her best to keep her lips wide apart. Her desperation not to leave any red streaks on the man's shaft, only allowed him to facefuck her even harder.

“AAAARGH!” Nancy finally managed to push herself off and free herself by digging her fingers painfully into the flesh of Vincent's thighs, making the young gangster gasp in pain and let go. Her face was a mess when she staggered back and fell on her bare ass with a grunt, her chin wet with her own spit and teary streaks marking her cheeks.

“Y... you fucking bastard!” she coughed furiously after she had gasped for air for a few seconds as Vincent laughed in her face. Her red-shot eyes blazed with fury as she raised her finger at him. “You touch my head again and I break your fucking fingers!”

The cold threat was enough to stifle the thug's laughter. “Alright...” he shrugged and folded his cuffed hands behind his head while spreading his thighs even further in a silent invitation, “I won't help then... Go for it!”

Still eyeing him suspiciously, Nancy crawled back into position between his knees again. She felt her stomach quiver with nervousness as her eyes then dropped down to his cock, standing big and hard and menacing. She needed to get all this flesh into her throat to reach the base. It seemed like a ridiculous ask.

Beretta watched with amused intrigue as the durable, sexy cop swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on his cock like she was hypnotized, then took several quick, short breaths, opened her mouth in a wide oval and dived in. She went a little bit slower this time, letting his cock slide across her tongue on its way to the back of her throat. His folded hands clenched just a tiny bit when his bell-shaped head pushed against the end of her oral cavity, eliciting another gag that caused another dribble of slimy spit. He had to admire her discipline as she kept her luscious, soft lips wide so they would not touch his shaft. Her nostrils flared in preparation and her felt his tip press against her wet, narrow esophagus for several seconds before Nancy grabbed a hold of both his thighs. He felt her relax and push deeper.

For a second, nothing was happening. He felt his dick press against her tonsils with no budging. Then, a moment later, her throat opened. Vincent's eyes widened. “Holy Fuck!” he gasped, his whole body bucking at the sensation of the gorgeous Latina woman allowing his cock to slide several inches into her throat and he had to exert some discipline so he would not grab her head on instinct. He did not want to push his luck at this very moment.

“GLLRGH!” Nancy gagged as she managed to slide two inches into her throat. Fresh, sparkling tears welled from the corners of her clenched eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Pausing, she did her best to relax for a second, trying to get accustomed to the wide, cylindrical shape stretching and bulging out her neck before she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the detective's red-shot, glistening eyes open and stare at his groin was a sight that Beretta would savor for a long time. The view caused a short spurt of pre-cum to erupt from his cock and straight down into McKenna's belly. From the way her eyes widened for a second he knew that she had realized this, but she did her best not to show it.

After a few moments to compose herself, her gaze focused on the gangster's neatly trimmed pubic hair in front of her, Nancy assessed the situation. By her estimation there were another four inches to go, another four inches of thick, veiny man meat to swallow, before she could wrap her lips around the base. With her mouth stuffed like this she could not breathe at all, so her oxygen reserves would have to do until she had completed her task. Feeling a bead of sweat run down from her hairline and trickle down her temple, the stunning naked woman forced herself to continue.

“Nnnnngh!” Nancy's moan was muffled as she pushed ahead, sliding another two inches of man-meat down her throat, almost triggering her own gag reflex. Her tongue thrashed against the sensitive underside of Beretta's cock as she fought the urge, eliciting another grunt and another hot spurt of his seed splattered into her belly.

His action sealed the end of her fight against her own impulse and Nancy succumbed.

“GGRRRRLLGH!” she retched viciously as she lost her composure, her entire throat rolling in protest and inadvertently giving the scumbag an extremely sensual massage. Spit, snot and tears erupted from her orifices and before Nancy realized what she had been doing her lips sealed closed around the hot rod between her jaws.

“Oh yeah, you fucking dirty little bitch!” Beretta groaned in bliss at her misery, having the time of his life.

Within the throes of her fit, Nancy realized that she had lost and pulled back, the gangster's fat shaft slipping out of her throat and mouth as she dropped back heavily onto her haunches, gasping for air.

“ARRGH!” she gagged, having to fight not to throw up as she knelt there, her tits heaving as she pumped oxygen back into her body. She felt a mess, her face smeared in all kinds of bodily fluids, which really sank in as she recovered with her eyes closed again. As she panted and spluttered heavily she felt drops of saliva spray from her mouth. Her nose was running heavily and tears ran down her cheeks in streams. In addition her entire body was covered in a gleam of sweat. “Ohgod...” she winced miserably, “Ohfuck...” She felt like she had bitten off a lot more than she could chew here!

Vincent snickered. The young gangster flexed, causing his hard, saliva-slick cock to sway. There was a distinct red mark, almost circular, about two inches of the base. There was no question: the cop bitch had failed. Watching with satisfaction as she gasped and rasped on the ground in front of him, he leaned forward and grabbed his member around the base. With her eyes closed and her focus on herself she did not sense him coming, so she was taken by complete surprise and flinched back when he smacked his wet meat heavily against her features.

“What the...” she hissed, darting back and her eyes flying open before she was silenced by the sight of her lipstick smeared onto his thick, heavy prick. He could see on her face how her heart sank. It made him happy!

“Come on, pig!” he chuckled, shaking his cock in her face, “Clean me up and let's go again! Don't pussy out on me now!”

He saw her open her mouth to say something, but she closed it again. She looked desperate. Defeated.

“I...” she began before pausing a second, “What do you want me to do?” She half-hoped he would allow her to use some wipes to clean it off, but her other half enjoyed the suspicion that he would demand that she would use her tongue. She felt ashamed realizing this.

His answer surprised her however. “I want you to use those big titties!” Beretta grinned, greedily leering at her round, bare breasts, “Use those funbags to get me cleaned up!”

Nancy looked down at her heaving breasts. Her nipples stood obscenely erect, small, light-brown nubs topping her full orbs. Her cleavage was flushed red with arousal and exertion and saliva had dropped from her chin to messily splatter all over her c-cups. She looked back up at Vincent and for a second he thought she would argue with him on this point, but then the detective just meekly cupped her tits with her hands and obliged.

“Holy shit, those are nice!” Beretta groaned as Nancy proceeded to wrap her tits around his shaft. They were big enough to fully engulf his cock, surrounding him into a warm, soft embrace that was more than pleasing to the eye with only the head of his big cock barely peeking out on top.

“L-like this?!” Nancy asked, insecure as she used her hands to clasp her boobs together. She had heard of a tit-job before, but she had never given one. The feeling of his hot, hard rod pulsing in the valley of her breasts made her flush even more.

“Fuck yeah!” Beretta moaned in bliss, the petal-soft channel of flesh caused another droplet of pre-cum to form at his tip. He pointed at that with his chin. “Lick that up, bitch!”

Without thinking, Nancy obeyed. She bowed down her head and her dainty, pink tongue darted out to lap across his piss-slit, collecting up the salty droplets while maintaining eye-contact. With her beautiful features defaced like this, her hair disheveled and her lips painted slut-red, the capable, smart woman looked like a complete whore.

“Now fuck me!” the gangster demanded hoarsely, “Fuck me with those titties!”

Completely obedient at this stage, Nancy obliged, sliding her pushed-together tits up and down, rubbing them along the length of the thug's big dick, quickly working herself into a rhythm. Her pent-up sexual frustration and the excitement of the encounter had won out for the moment and soon she bobbed up and down on her haunches, the soft slapping sounds of the undersides of her caramel-colored boobs against Beretta's groin filling the seedy hotel room.

“Oh yeah!” Vincent groaned. Forgetting about her earlier threat he grabbed her scalp again in a tight grip and made her bend her face down, bringing her lips closer to his protruding cockhead. Not quite up to speed in her lust-fueled mind, Nancy failed to open her mouth in time and the purple bellend bumped against her lips, leaving another lip-stick mark.

“Clean that up!” he grunted through grit teeth, shuddering at the sensation as she complied, licking the red smudge of his cock, then continuing to flicker her tongue against his tip every time he thrust upwards.

“Good bitch!” he commended. He had spent a couple of times in the interrogation room with Detective McKenna. Over the course of several investigations the Detective had stayed hot on his heels, impressing him with sharp wit and tough attitude, even when his expensive lawyers threw curveball after curveball. The fact that that strong woman and the cheap, defaced slut currently kneeling butt-naked in front of him and servicing him were the same person was mind-boggling. Over months she had gained his respect, but at least in the moment he had no respect at all...

“Spit!” he hissed, holding her head down by hair hair as she wanked him off with her tits, “Spit on those tits!”

Nancy turned her eyes to look up at him, her expression so submissive he felt compelled to add, “... you dumb whore!” While an insult like this usually would have enraged her, Nancy instead obeyed like a well-trained dog. Moving her tongue around in her mouth she brought up as much saliva as she could muster and pursed her lips, dropping a heavy dollop down into her cleavage. The added lubrication was quickly incorporated into the rough titfuck, but Beretta was not satisfied.

“Not like that!” the cuffed gangster scolded her, making her flinch in surprise. “Like this!”

He leaned in and Nancy was shocked when he noisily sniffed back and hawked a huge, slimy loogie right in her face, which splattered wetly across the bridge of her nose and she immediately felt it ooze downwards. She gaped at the man, utterly shocked, causing him to give her a harsh shake by her hair. “Now you!” he ordered, “Spit on those fucking udders!”

The LAPD Detective was utterly horrified to feel her own pussy juices drool down her thigh, making her realize just how primed her body was for this lewdness. Her huge eyes trained on his she turned her face down again and obeyed, pulling up and sending a giant gob of slime down on her own tits.

“Good bitch!” Beretta grinned, “Again!”

He made her repeat the depraved act several times until the valley of her tits was well-lubed with her own drool and his cock pistoned in and out of her cleavage like an oiled machine. The arrogant smirk on the thug's face as he looked deep into her eyes as he ferociously titty-fucked her was going to haunt her for a long time.

“Okay...” Beretta finally allowed her to stop, pushing her back with his hands, “Back to sucking!”

“Alright, alright!” Nancy hastily said, letting go of her tits. Her inner cleavage was slick with her spit, red from both the friction and the lip-stick it bore the marks of the rough tit-fuck, looking as used as her face. Grabbing a hold of the base of Beretta's cock, she eyed it for a second, hesitating.

“I...” she started, nervously chewing her inner cheek, “I need your help?!”

“Oh, yeah?!” Vincent cocked an eyebrow, surprised by her admission, “What do you want me to do, bitch?”

“I need you to...” Nancy lowered her eyes in embarrassment as she continued, “... to grab my head and push me down!” She had to do it. By herself, she would not be able to muster enough force to reach all the way to his base, she'd need his assistance to complete the task.

Beretta's laughter made the humiliation even worse. “Oh, yeah?!” he chuckled, brutally grabbing a handful of her hair and pull her a bit closer, making Nancy hiss in pain, “I thought you wanted to break my fingers if I touched you again. Alright, you want my help I want something in return! Beg to suck my cock!”

Nancy groaned, but she did not complain. Looking up at him through reddened, glassy eyes she complied. “Please, Vincent! Please let me suck your cock! I need it, please!”

Her reward was another slimy gob of spit splattering across her cheek just below her left eye, just adding to the degradation. “Alright, piggy!” Beretta grinned, “Say: “Aaah!””

She did as she was told, opening her mouth wide. Thankfully, Beretta granted her the mercy to start at her own pace as she once more took his crown into her mouth and let it slide over her tongue. Bracing herself she relaxed her throat and this time his tip slid down her esophagus a lot easier, and she almost got two inches deep before Beretta suddenly surprised her by taking charge.

“GRRRRRKH!” Nancy violently protested as her head was forced down and Vincent shunted another couple of inches down her narrow throat. Her eyes flew open in shock and her hands moved to his thighs. She desperately trying to push him off, but her position was far inferior as she was force-fed his cock.

“FUUUUUUCK YEAH! THERE WE GO, YOU WHORE!” Vincent roared as he felt McKenna's throat ripple around his cock, pressing her head down deep and at the same time shoving his cock upwards and into her wet mouth, burying more and more inside her hot gullet. As a bonus he could watch Nancy's tight, round butt shake as she fought him, the firm buns jiggling enticingly in her fruitless attempts to gain any leverage.

“NNNNNNGH!” the wide-eyed Latina gargled, squirming in the man's grip and trying to break free. Her mind filled with horror as her lips approached his base. She tried as hard as she could to fight the man's grip, digging her finger nails into his flesh, slapping his thighs, but it did not matter. Soon the tip of her nose touched his trimmed pubes, was pressed into it, then her nose was flattened against his pubic bone. Her lips clamped around the base of Vincent's cock. Tears of exertion rolled down her cheeks and dropped onto the floor as she pressed her painted lips against his dark skin, hoping to make an imprint.

“Very nice, pig!” Vincent pressed out between grit teeth, half-lost in the sensations himself. She had made it. He hadn't thought she could do it but it seemed he had underestimated her. Good for her...

Instead of letting her go and back up for air, Vincent lifted both his legs off the floor. Before Nancy even knew what was happening, that she was not being let free, he had wrapped his right leg around her head and hooked his foot underneath his left knee. He pulled tight and she was more trapped than ever, her head stuck between his strong thighs and his thick cock blocking her airways.

“NNNNNNNNNNH!” Nancy screamed as panic set in. As oxygen began to run low she heard Beretta' laughter roar in the distance, his hold easily withstanding her escape attempts.

“Oh! That's the stuff! What a way to go out, detective! How does that cock taste, you dumb, fucking whore?! Choke on that dick!” the young man mocked her as he felt her fighting wane slowly, her grip on his thighs gradually slackening. With his legs firmly controlling her head he let go of her hair and instead he placed the thumbs of his cuffed hands on her screwed-tight eye-lids. With a sadistic grin on his face he forced Nancy's eyes open, basking in the sight of her pupils darting around in panic as her face turned redder and redder.

“Nighty-night, bitch!” he grinned as finally Nancy's body went limb and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the naked policewoman passed out from asphyxiation. Once she stopped moving completely the thug slowly counted to ten before he finally pushed the unconscious woman off his cock, his dick sliding out of her wet mouth. Carelessly he dumped her knocked-out form to the side where Nancy fell like a sack of potatoes, crashing face-first into a boneless heap.

“Dumb bimbo!” the thug smirked, shaking his head as he got up from his seat. Walking over to the motel room's bed he picked up the key that Nancy had tossed there and swiftly unlocked the handcuffs with practiced ease. His cock still rock hard he bent down to pick up Nancy's discarded, black top and used it to wipe his face clean of sweat.

He knew that the safest thing to do now was to leave, however, he when he once again looked at the naked, passed-out detective on the floor next to the bed he realized that he did not possess the strength to just leave. He would just have to teach this little cunt another couple of lessons.
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