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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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Chapter 3: The Comeuppance of Nancy McKenna
A predatory grin spreading on his face, Beretta sauntered over to the prone woman. He lightly nudged her with his toe, which did not cause any reaction. Satisfied, the well-conditioned man bent down and grabbed Nancy, picking her up into his arms and tossing her onto the bed. She landed like a puppet with its strings cut, bouncing off the mattress before coming to rest in the middle of the cheap bed, lying flat on her back with her arms at her sides.

“God damn,” the man could not help but let out an admiring whistle as he looked down at the unconscious woman lying on the bed in front of him. McKenna really had a banging body. A tight, smooth cunt, firm abs, big, soft tits and a face that put models and actresses to shame. She looked like she had risen straight from some male's fantasy. “You really are L.A.'s finest cum dumpster...”

His eyes lightened up when his own derogative comment caused an idea. Grinning widely, he quickly grabbed the bright red lip-stick from where Nancy had tossed it onto the bed he uncapped it. Nancy gave a small protesting groan in her slumber as Beretta gripped her chin tightly with his left, holding her in place as he began writing on her face. While her lips and chin and even her nose were a mess of spit, snot and lip-stick the upper parts of her cheeks and her forehead were largely still clean. Chuckling with glee at his own mistreatment of the knocked-out cop, Beretta wrote the word 'CUM' in bright red capital letters onto Nancy's forehead, then 'DUMP' on her right and 'STER' on her left cheek.

“Truly L.A.'s Finest!” he mocked as he admired his handiwork before tossing the lip stick aside and grabbing the handcuffs that had chafed his own wrists only a minute ago, “Let's turn these tables completely. See how you like it!” He took a second to consider, then he decided to roll the unconscious woman onto her front. Pulling both her arms behind her back he slapped the cuffs first around her left, then around her right wrist before pulling them tight, making sure that there was no wriggle room for the cop to escape. Once he was satisfied and certain that there was no chance for her to break free he allowed his attention to linger.

He had gotten a good look of the cop's backside earlier when he had made her strike some poses, but now he had the close-up view. Now he was even able to touch.

“Fucking sweet!” Grinning like a kid on Christmas, Vincent let his fingers roam over the two soft, succulent cheeks of the woman's ass. Her skin felt incredibly soft and smooth and warm to the touch and as he sank his fingertips in they barely gave an inch, honed by hours upon hours of strong, physical exercise.

SMACK!

Giving her right cheek a light slap Beretta watched it jiggle enticingly with the impact before it took its perfect shape again. Mesmerized, he repeated this several times, spreading little taps and slaps all over Nancy's butt-cheeks, making them jiggle up and down until they had taken a pinkish hue and heated up a bit. Finally, he dug his fingertips into the flesh to test the yield, squeezing and groping before he did what he had wanted to do for ages and pulled Nancy's ass-cheeks apart.

“There it is...” he whispered to himself as he gave himself a good look at the Latina woman's pouty, brown asshole, “Fucking sweet!”

Enjoying the sight for a few seconds, Beretta then put his right thumb into his mouth and coated it in his saliva before pushing it right against Nancy's sphincter, rubbing the spit into it in small circles. Grinning he sensed her stir slightly beneath him. She was not awake, not yet, but she would be soon and he planned on giving her a bit of a jolt.

Climbing onto the bed on all fours, Vincent straddled the unconscious woman's calves, pinning them in place. He then grabbed one of the small pillows from the head-end of the bed, used one hand to lift Nancy's hips and stuffed the pillow underneath, propping her butt up for easier reach. He then spread her cheeks widely again to expose her puckered, brown asshole once more.

“Mmh! Ooh!” Little moans escaped Nancy's lips as her mind slowly rose from the darkness. Her eyes still closed, she gradually came to. Groaning, the first thing she realized was that she had a headache. Where was she? She was lying on top of a soft bed, face-down. She had no idea how she had gotten here. Then she felt something warm and wet and slippery slide across her bumhole. It was a nice sensation. “Fuuuuck!” she groaned and moved her arms to push herself up. Except she couldn't.

“What the...” Nancy's eyes flew open when she realized that her wrists were stuck behind her back. She yanked and tugged, but it was no use. Her breath quickening, eyes wide with the adrenaline surge of panic, she looked up.

As soon as she recognized the hotel room everything came rushing back. Her bursting in, the fight, then... those other things. Ohgod! Nancy closed her eyes in shame as THOSE memories flooded back.

“Aaah!” she gave a girly squeal as the slippery sensation returned, sliding across her anus. Instinctively she tried to turn around, but found her legs were as stuck as her arms were and all thrashing was useless. “No!” she squeaked as the wet swipe came a third time.

Twisting around, Nancy looked back over her shoulder, her eyes widened by fear and she almost screamed with shock when she found a naked Vincent Beretta pinning her down, his face buried deep in between her ass-cheeks as he gave her a wink.

“What are you... Oooh!” she gasped as that nasty, nimble tongue flickered across her asshole again, quickly and consistently this time and it sent weird, pleasurable shudders up her spine, “Don't! Please...”

To her horror the tongue did not retreat, instead it slowly and methodically explored every nook and cranny of her tiny, puckered butthole, lathering it in slimy spit and making her whimper and squirm. Helpless, all Nancy could do was whine and endure as this criminal that she had already captured had his way with her.

“Ooooh!” she moaned, letting her face drop into the sheets in defeat. She tried to clench her butthole against Beretta's tongue, but found that this did not deter him in the slightest as he continued to lick and suck away until her defenses melted away slowly. “Nnoooo!” she mewled as his tongue pushed against her ass and the very tip even managed to penetrate her tiny anal opening, invading her rectum. She did her best to shimmy away, but found that she was still stuck, destined to endure the unwanted pleasure as she was getting tongue-fucked in the ass. “Pleeeaase...”

Vincent chuckled at Nancy's helpless squirming as he consistently kept thrusting his tongue in and out of her asshole. Despite her whining and begging her body responded quite enthusiastically to his actions. Her tiny, clenched sphincter slowly relaxed despite herself, allowing him to gradually push deeper into her ass. The complete and utter shame she felt was just the icing on the cake.

Keeping her cheeks spread wide with his hands he briefly retreated, enjoying the sight of Nancy's spit-gleaming, brown hole winking at him, trying to return to its original tightness. “Damn, McKenna!” he grinned, twisting the knife, “This ass of yours tastes as good as it looks!”

Nancy sobbed, sparkling tears of humiliation brimming in her eyes. The feeling got even worse when she could not stop a pleasurable moan to escape from her lips. Beretta's snickering told her that it had not escaped him either. She heard him noisily collect some saliva and spit it out and then she felt a big, slimy gob splatter right onto her exposed butthole.

Grinning, Vincent returned to eating her ass. Seeing the proud woman reduced to a quivering mess was a huge turn on to him and he savored every degraded moan she gave. He made sure to groan and slurp extra loud to increase her embarrassment as he rimmed her, watching the veins protrude on her arms as she clenched her fists in desperation.

“Please...” Nancy mewled miserably, “No more!”

To her surprise, Beretta actually stopped. She felt him sit up on your calves. “Oh, right!” the thug said jovially, delivering a resounding, double-handed slap to both her ass-cheeks, making the cop gasp, “I still got a promise to keep, right?!”

“Huh?!” Nancy turned her head, confused, as a weight lifted off her legs and Beretta jumped off the bed, moving with the gracious elegance of a panther.

“Promised I'd give you Wesson, didn't I?!” the young man grinned and winked at her as he picked up Nancy's phone from where it had fallen onto the floor. Walking back over to the prone woman he grabbed Nancy's cuffed, right hand and pressed her thumb against the phone, deactivating the ID-lock, “I am a man of my word...”

Utterly surprised, Nancy twisted around, giving Beretta a quizzical look. “But... why?!”

Vincent gave her a handsome grin. “That fuck screwed me more than once. His fault I have to leave the country and almost got caught by your sexy ass!” He delivered another vicious, stinging smack to Nancy's exposed booty, making the detective gasp. “Nobody's gonna know I ratted him out and I like the thought of him in prison.” He pulled up Nancy's contacts and scrolled through. “You remember the small airfield about five miles south of San Clemente?! The Machida clan used it to bring in coke before you cocksuckers shut them down two years ago?”

“Uh-hu!” Nancy nodded, still wary of what was going on. She had been part of that sting operation, knew exactly what Beretta was talking about.

“There's a shack at the west-side of the airfield that he is using to hide out, waiting to get picked up by some South-American friends of his in a few hours. That son-of-a-bitch thinks he's slick, but he doesn't know that I know of his little secret escape plan...”

Nancy was still processing the information as Beretta climbed back on top of her. “Now, when you tell that sexy friend of yours, you better not tell her what's happening here. That would just be embarrassing for the both of us, wouldn't it?!” he asked, harshly slapping her butt once more, making Nancy nod quickly. “Good, because you know what Tupac said. I ain't a killa, but don't push me! Well,” the threatening smile he gave her was bone-chilling, “In my case not even the first part is true, so you better be careful about pushing me!”

“Oh, don't worry!” Nancy grimly thought to herself, “if anyone learns about this shit I would die of shame before you could pull the trigger!”

“Alright!” the menace faded as quick as it had appeared, replaced by his charming joviality. He tossed the phone onto the bed right in front of her face. “Let's catch us that bad, bad criminal!”

Looking at the screen in front of her nose, Nancy saw that he had pulled up Syd's contact and that the call had already started. Her pulse raced with nervousness when she suddenly felt Beretta's hands molesting her cheeks again, pulling them wide apart.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” she hissed over her shoulder, her voice high-pitched with panic as she felt the thug place his thick cock in her spread crack and pushed her buttocks back together.

Beretta just gave her a cocky grin as he began thrusting, hot-dogging the detective's upthrust ass. His strong thrusts against the undersides of her ass-cheeks made her whole body shake. Mortified, Nancy felt his hot, hard shaft slide up and down in her peachy crevice, a truly unsettling sensation.

“Better stay focused, pig!” he winked, pointing at the dialing phone in front of her. Syd could pick up at any second, “This ass was just begging for it!”

“Ohgoood!” Nancy whimpered, her cuffed hands clenching. She turned back to the phone in front of her nose, knowing that any moment now her partner would answer and all she could focus on was the feeling of this gangster's wrinkly ball-sack rubbing over her puckered, spit-coated asshole. “Please, Vincent! Please, I'm be-”

“Hey, partner!” Syd's enervated voice rang from the speaker, cutting her plea short, “Sorry to tell you, but I don't have any good news... I guess Wesson's gone!”

Eyes wide in horror, Nancy stared at the phone. She found herself frozen in horror, unable to reply as she was being hot-dogged.

“Hello?!” Syd called after a few seconds flew by, “Nancy, are you there?”

Finally, she managed to break free of her paralysis. “Uhm, uh, yeah, I... I'm here!” she stuttered, trying her best not to let her phone's microphone pick up her heavy breathing.

“Are you okay?!” her partner inquired, her voice sounded worried.

“Y-yeah, I'm good!” Nancy quickly replied, feeling sweat trickle down her brow as the force of Beretta's thrusts to her ass increased. She closed her eyes to focus “Listen, I might... might know where Wesson is!”

“What?” Syd's voice turned in equal parts surprised and elated, “How did you figure that out?”

Nancy opened her mouth to reply and it was at that carefully picked moment that Beretta chose to attack. Pulling his hips back further than usual, he let his cock slip out from between Nancy's cheeks. He then used his grip on her buttocks to spread them open again, exposing the gorgeous cop's cunt and asshole completely to him. Then, without missing a beat and before Nancy fully understood what was going on, he thrust forward again, aiming lower this time.

The soft, smooth lips of Nancy's pussy easily gave way to his cock as he drove forward. Her soaked folds parted and welcomed the thick, hard cock inside. It was the wettest hole Vincent had ever been inside, Nancy's flowing juices providing enough lubrication to allow him to slide himself deep into her, stretching her fuckhole wide.

Nancy was overwhelmed. Her eyes went as big as saucers. Her mouth, opened to speak to her partner, dropped to a big, perfect 'o' shape as she felt Beretta impale her, inch after inch of steely man-meat forcing their way into her gooey pussy, skewering her on his cock. Her fingers and toes all clenched tightly at the shock of the sensation of being stretched around his cock.

Thankfully, the penetration left her unable to make a sound, so instead of a loud, drawn-out moan all Syd got to hear was more silence.

“Hello?!” rang the voice from the speaker, “Nancy?”

With his fingers still spreading her ass-cheeks Vincent watched with a grin as Nancy's cunt hungrily swallowed his cock. Her perfect, little asshole twitched and clenched as he fed that bitch what she deserved until only the red lip-stick mark on his base remained outside. He could feel her entire body tense and panic, but also feel her pussy greedily hug him. She was a slut and could do nothing about it!

“I... I... not now!” a panicked Nancy McKenna gasped into the phone as she felt the man riding her pull back and thrust into her again. She was getting fucked by him. Vincent fucking Beretta was fucking her! The realization came crashing down on her but at the same time she needed to talk to Syd, so she would not know. “Just... ah... Do you... ah... do you know the... the Machida airfield?”

“No, I don't!”

Of course. The fucking stupid bitch had not been around back then. Nancy seethed, inwardly projecting her anger onto her colleague as a fistful of her hair was grabbed and her head was roughly cocked back. “It's... fuck... it's south of... of San Clemente! Argh! A bit off... ngh... the I-5! Fucking GOOGLE IT!” she yelped out as Beretta increased his pace, punishing her poor, defenseless pussy.

“Nancy, is everything okay?”

“There... is a small... oh... shack...” Nancy began, ignoring Syd's question, but then completely froze again when she felt Beretta's thumb slide into the crack of her ass and he began to play with her pouty asshole while he roughly fucked her.

“Please,” she hissed, doing her best not to let her voice be picked up by the phone, “Not that!”

Her plea earned her a sharp tug on her hair that made her flinch with pain as the man continued to torment her by using her holes.

“What was that last bit?” Syd asked, her voice sounding more than a little suspicious now.

Nancy gave a squeaking whimper, her fists clenched and her knuckles turned white as the first digit of Beretta's thumb forced its way into her butthole. She had never felt so violated, yet she was very aware of how wet her pussy was.

“There is a SHACK!” she yelped desperately, only wishing to get this call over with before Sydney would get more suspicious, as the gangster was now not only mercilessly pounding her pussy but also toying with her back-door. The sensation stirred something in her and she did not want to cum while her friend and partner was still on the phone. “On the east-END... Fuck! Ooooh!... of the runway... AAAH!”

This time she really squealed and Vincent had to hold back not to laugh. He had hooked his thumb inside her tight, hot rectum and had used this leverage on her ring muscle to pull the tied-up cop into more of a face-down-ass-up position. Tears rolled from Nancy's eyes and she felt that she was close to crying with all the sensations overloading her systems as she scrambled to follow his movement. It was simply too much to take!

“W-Wesson's there!” she all but sobbed. “GET HIM!”

Almost mercifully, Beretta decided that Syd could work with that information and swiftly pulled his thumb out of Nancy's asshole, eliciting a gasp. He reached out and ended the call before grabbing a second handful of Nancy's hair and, using it as reigns, he really let her have it, working on his goal to 'destroy that bitch's pussy'.

Feeling a huge relief wash over her as she realized that the connection had been stopped, Nancy closed her eyes and let go.

“AAAH! AAAH! AAAAAAAAAH! AAAH! AAAH!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, unable to hold anything back as she was viciously fucked. The thick, veiny rod speared into her pussy again and again, stretching the sensitive flesh and sending unbelievable shivers through her body. Lost in the moment, forgetting completely where she was and who she was with, Nancy dug her toes into the motel bed's cheap worn-out mattress and bucked back, inviting her conqueror to fuck her harder.

“Fucking bitch!” Vincent hissed through grit teeth as he climbed from his knees to his feet to be able to hammer the policewoman even harder with more leverage. Yanking harshly on her hair, he painfully bent her neck back and pounded away, putting a lot of pressure onto Nancy's viciously arched spine.

“OOOH! AAAAH! AAAH! AAAAH!” Nancy cried. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that, given from how far away she had heard Keiko's lustful cries, there were probably quite a few patrons at this motel that were getting an earful of her own pathetic squeals, but she could not help it. A moment later that thought was washed away by pleasure as her attention was drawn to Vincent's big, freshly-licked, swinging balls that slapped heavily against her clit with every powerful thrust.

Snarling, Vincent ignored the burning sensations in his calves and thighs. To keep his mind off the pain he looked down to where he shunted his fat cock into Detective McKenna's hungry Latina pussy, making the woman's firm, tight ass ripple enticingly. The desperate slut was so wet that both his front and her backside were coated in her juices by now, every time he pulled his cock back the reddening shaft was covered in her thick, sticky cunt cream. With how much she dripped, it was a matter of moments before he would make her climax.

“AAAH! AH! AAH! AAAHAAHAAAAAAAH!” Nancy wailed in anguished pleasure. Never in her life had she been fucked anywhere as hard as this. Her pussy was taking a beating and she was loving it, the fat cock stretching her out and pounding into her, each thrust sending a storm of sensations through her restrained frame. Her eyes and mouth gaped wide and, forced by his painful grip on her hair, she stared at the motel room's dirty, yellow wallpaper, feeling an orgasm arise.

SMACK! SMACK!

“FUCKING CUMSLUT!” Beretta's right hand briefly let go of her hair to deliver two quick, harsh slaps to her ass, one to each cheek, before returning to her hair and yanking her head back brutally.

“AAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAH!” Nancy shrieked. Her feet rose from the mattress and her fists clenched tightly as she felt something imminent. Her widened eyes glazed over as a huge wave of pleasure crashed over her and swept her away.

With a satisfied grin, Vincent registered the detective's orgasm. Her hot, slimy cunt grabbed him even tighter, convulsing and starting to milk his prick and he could see every muscle on her toned body twitch as she fell silent.

The orgasm was mind-blowing. Nancy's head felt like it was filled with a blinding light. Her eyes fluttered, her nostrils flared and her mouth flapped like a fish out of water. Her toes frantically straightened and curled as the thug continued to drive his thick dick into her undeterred. She did not think she could take any more.

His heart racing, having achieved his goal, Beretta let out a pleased grunt. He had made her cum like the slut she was. Trading pace for power, he continued to fuck her through her orgasm with hard, full-length thrusts. His lap smacked heavily against McKenna's upraised ass on each one, making her slide across the sheets bit by bit until she was once again fully flattened out.

“Uuungh!” Nancy gasped breathlessly as her orgasm slowly subsided. Her feet dropped back to the mattress as she was still rocked by shivers, her eyes fluttering shut. Her fists unclenched, revealing deep half-moon-shaped indentations where her fingernails had dug into her palms.

Feeling her calm down, Vincent buried his cock balls-deep inside her warm, wet pussy, taking a few seconds to grind his hips against her ass, sending pleasurable sensations through her sore flesh. He then slammed her face into the soft mattress and let go of her hair, delivering another two-handed slap to Nancy's ass-cheeks.

“Wow. I knew you were a needy bitch, but this...” he teased, giving an admiring whistle. Nancy groaned as she felt him slowly pull his hard length from her pussy, leaving her feeling empty. Vincent smirked at the sight of his flushed, hard shaft absolutely covered in her sticky cunt cream, her tender hole gaping open slightly for a few seconds after the rough stretching they just had endured. There was a distinct mark of the red lip-stick on her sleek pussy-lips where he had pounded her, transferred from his cock to her twat.

Her head still buried in the sheets, her mind still awhirl, Nancy felt Vincent get off her and climb off the bed. She was still only half-conscious, the immense pleasure she had just experienced had muddled her head.

“Come here, pig!” roughly grabbing her arm, Vincent ungently pulled the detective up from her prone position, dragging her off the bed and to her feet. She moved like a zombie, staggering to obviously still unsteady legs and only a brief look to her face confirmed that she was still dealing with the rush of her orgasm as her expression was rather blank.

This did not bother the young gangster in the slightest as he led her over to the chair she had made him sit in earlier by her arm and she followed with no resistance. Amused by just how spaced out the detective was he gripped her shoulder and deftly turned her around so she was facing away from him as he dropped heavily into the chair.

“Bend over for me, bitch!” He grabbed the short chain that linked the cuffs on Nancy's wrists and pulled it up. The pressure on her shoulders made the compliant detective's upper body lean forward and Beretta did not stop until she was almost folded in half, her head at the height of her knees. In her weakened, shaky state, the thug had to grab her left hip to steady her so she wouldn't fall over and he kept his hand there as he leaned back in his chair.

“I am never getting tired of this view, my little cum dumpster!” he grinned as he took in the sight of Nancy's well-used, swollen pussy that bulged out between her thighs right in front of his face. Glancing to his side her saw his phone charging on the small nightstand. Pulling it off the cable he quickly opened the camera menu.

One hand holding the detective steady by her hip, he took a series of pictures. Beginning with several up-close shots of her freshly-fucked pussy he then moved to capture her big tits, which due to their upside-down stance hung close to her chin. He then changed his grip from her hip to her butt and pulled her crack wide open to get a bunch of detailed snaps of the spaced-out detective's small, shamelessly spread asshole from only inches away. Finally, he extended his arm, switched to the front camera and gave a wide grin as he captured the two of them, once in their current position, then with his face buried in between Nancy's ass-cheeks, winking into the lens.

“Alright!” he said as he put the phone back on the nightstand, “Let's do this!”

Grabbing the handcuff-chain again with one hand and her hip with the other he pulled Nancy back into his lap, guiding her ass towards his standing member. She docilely responded, but he heard her give a small gasp as the bulbous head of his cock nestled against her soft pussy-lips. He did not stop there however, relishing the feminine moan Nancy uttered as her swollen cunt once more gave way to his cock and she sunk down his length. In fascinated awe he watched her nether lips swallow up his manhood until he was buried to the balls inside the detective's hot fuckhole, her slimy labia wrapped tightly around his base.

“Oohoohgood!” Nancy whimpered as she felt the gangster's thick, round dickhead deep inside her pussy. So invasive! He pushed her wrists upwards again, forcing her to basically fold over in his lap, her breasts pushing against her knees and she knew exactly where he was looking.

Beretta smirked as Nancy's sphincter tensed up shyly under his gaze and he waited a few seconds just to enjoy the moment of being balls-deep inside the gorgeous detective's pussy. His hand shifted from her hip to admiringly slide across the warm, flawless skin of her behind. This bitch really was magnificent!

SMACK!

“C'mon, you fucking cum-dumpster, ride me!” he ordered, encouraging her with another loud slap to her already stinging posterior.

Nancy groaned. Her head hung in front of her own knees, her hair, a wild mess, hung loosely all over her, veiling her face. Her knees felt still week and shaky and in her pose it was hard to get any leverage in the first place, but she grit her teeth and managed, feeling her pussy slide upwards along the girthy rod of his cock until only the round head remained inside her.

“Ooooh!” she moaned as she fed her cunt his dick again on the downward slide, sending shivers up her spine.

Slowly, Nancy began to ride the thug, using her pussy to service him. She began to work up a rhythm as Beretta just sat back and watched in fascination. He kept one hand on her handcuffs at all times while the other groped and fondled her fleshy ass, occasionally landing a hard smack.

Soon, Nancy worked the orgasm-induced shakiness out of her limbs as the fresh shots of pleasure induced her with a new energy. Gradually her moans turned louder as she found her pace, the sounds of flesh on flesh filling the small room as her butt rippled with every impact.

Intrigued, Vincent allowed her a bit more leeway on the chain and she straightened a little, her hips beginning to circle and gyrate from time to time as she began to actually enjoy herself.

“Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!” In the big mirror opposite to where they were sitting, Vincent could see their reflection.

The detective looked well and utterly fucked. She was still slouched over just to keep her balance, but her big, soft tits bounced up and down with every thrust. Her hair, a tussled, sweaty mess, hung wildly all around, covering most of her face. In fact, the only part of her face that he could see was her mouth. Her lips still bore the remains of the red lip-stick, which was completely smeared and mixed with her drool now and they hung open in a wide gape that her small moans poured out of. The slut in his lap bore very little resemblance to the woman who had broken down his door earlier.

Grinning, he decided to let her feel who was in charge once more as he reached up with both hands. His left grabbed a tight fistful of her hair close to her scalp, giving it a mean, little yank just for good measure while his right hand circled around her swan-like neck and firmly gripped her elegant throat.

“Nnngh!” Nancy gargled as his fingers dug into her windpipe, interfering with her breathing. Her mouth gaped and flapped like a fish out of water as she could get no air for several seconds before Beretta loosened his grip slightly, allowing her a modicum of oxygen as she continued to ride his cock like some desperate slut.

“Look at yourself!” she heard him hiss into her ear, “Look at yourself in the mirror, you little whore!”

“Arggh!” was all Nancy was able to respond. Peering through the disheveled mess of her hair she caught a glimpse of her reflection and her heart sank. Big, bouncing tits, a sheen of sweat covering her flushed caramel skin and a desperate look on her face. She winced as she could make out the bright red letters on her forehead and cheeks. CUM DUMPSTER. He had turned her into his own, personal cum dumpster!

She hardly recognized herself. The woman in the mirror looked like someone she would pity on any other day or even feel contemptuous towards. The thought sent an inadvertent shudder through her body that made her wet pussy clench around his cock.

“Yeah!” Vincent grinned, feeling the contraction of her pussy, “Tighten that snug, little cunt for me!”

He briefly let go of her throat to deliver a short, openhanded smack to her face. Nancy let out an embarrassing squeak of surprise as she felt the sharp sting, a reaction that encouraged him to repeat this several times, slapping the defenseless woman's cheek every so often before going back to choke her.

“Goddamn, Detective!” Beretta grunted as he watched her plump pussy slide up and down his shaft, “You were born for this! Born to be my fucking cum dumpster! A little, natural-born, jizz-guzzling cum dumpster!”

Nancy groaned at his dirty-talk, feeling a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. She yelped as she received another slap, but instead of grabbing her by the neck again, Beretta took her by surprise by letting go of her hair and reaching around, hooking the index and middle finger of each hand into the corners of her mouth.

“AAAH!” Nancy cried out as her head was yanked back, her face distorted into a ridiculous grimace. At the same time, Beretta grunted and began to fuck her from below. Digging his heels into the cheap carpet of the floor and his shoulders into the wall he gained leverage to thrust upwards into Nancy's soaked cunt, going hard and fast.

“WAAAAAH! AAAAH!” Nancy wailed, her eyes snapping shut as her pussy was pummeled. Facing the onslaught there was little she could do but take it, stand over him with her ass thrust out, offering her twat for him to use as hard as he pleased, pounding the Detective to a second, shameful orgasm that came suddenly and ferociously.

“There you go, you worthless skank!” Beretta shouted triumphantly, “Cum for me! Cum on my dick, you dirty bitch!”

“GWAAAAAH!” the fish-hooked Latina screamed as her hole clenched up and exploded all over the thug's cock, who viciously fucked her through her climax. The sounds of his thrusts took on a notably wetter noise as her pussy juices gushed over his shaft, making even more of a mess of both their mid-sections.

Her knees buckled, completely loosing all power and she dropped on top of him, but Beretta's powerful, pounding thrusts kept her bouncing up and down wildly. The sensations were so severe that Nancy's eyes rolled back into her head and she all but lost consciousness, her world disappearing in a white lightning storm.

“Fucking stupid trash bitch!” Watching Nancy's face in the mirror Beretta enjoyed the myriad of expressions that washed over her features. With her full, stunning lips stretched into a ridiculous teeth-baring grin and her eyes rolling wildly in their sockets the tough detective looked rather... dumb. The proud woman had been reduced to a brainless fuckpuppet by the power of his cock! “Little bimbo cunt! Piece of fuckmeat!”

When Beretta finally stopped making her bounce with his thrusts Nancy let out a breathless, weak groan through her forced-open mouth. Slipping his fingers from her mouth, Vincent delivered a slap to her cheeks with each hand before grabbing the back of her head. He roughly shoved her forward, and Nancy, utterly drained, just folded over in his lap, her head again hanging at her knees.

The gangster meanwhile leaned back to catch his own breath. Wiping the sweat of his forehead, Beretta grinned. With Nancy bent double her ass cheeks splayed, making a display of his thick cock embedded inside her creamy cunt, her sleek pussy-lips stretched wide open. Her whole body shivered in the after-shocks of her second, powerful release.

SMACK!

“Damn, McKenna, You really are a good fuck!” Vincent spoke after a few seconds, slapping her pushed-out ass and squeezing her firm flesh. He heard her moan as he slid his thumb between her buttocks and rubbed her asshole in small circles. Her right hand opened, a feeble attempt to signal him to stop which he happily disregarded. Instead, he opted to nuzzle the tip of his finger into her clench.

“Nnooo!” he heard her whimper weakly as he forced the first digit into her ass, using her own slippery cunt juices as lube. Her reaction caused him to crack a smile and he began to work his thumb in and out, fingering her anal entrance, eliciting tired groans.

“Where is my finger, pig?” he teased, bending his thumb slightly to stretch her anus. McKenna did not respond, whining miserably but staying strong.

“Tell me, you useless cum-bucket! Unless you want a second one right now!” he threatened in a sharp voice, letting her feel a second finger creep into her crack.

Nancy let out a defeated moan. “You fucking bastard!” she hissed angrily before giving up, “It's in my ass, you sick fuck!”

“That's a good girl!” Beretta commended, rewarding her compliance by pushing his thumb deeper and wiggling it around in her tight, hot passage, “Tell me again!”

The sudden, deeper intrusion elicited a throaty groan from the detective. Fresh tears welled in her eyes. “In my ass!” she complied, “It's in my asshole, you fucking prick!”

“Prick, huh?” feeling a rush of power, Beretta smirked, his thumb continuing to work her rectum, “What are you then, McKenna!”

“I'm...” Nancy gasped, grimaced, “... I'm the woman who kicked your ass!”

Her defiance earned her a chuckle, then her blood ran cold as she felt the tip of Beretta's index finger reach the rim of her butthole.

“Alright, alright!” she conceded, her voice filled with panic at the prospect of a second finger stretching her sphincter, “I... you bastard! I'm a cum dumpster, okay?!”

“That is true...” Beretta smirked. However, the finger stayed, menacingly. “What else?”

Impaled on a cock, her asshole getting teased, Nancy's mind raced as she searched the right answer. “I'm a whore! A bitch! A slut! A cum bucket!” she rambled desperately, trying to recall every name he had thrown at her, “I... I... I'm a pig!”

“Ooooh, bingo!” she could hear his big shark grin in his voice, “There we go, little piglet. Now oink for me!”

Nancy sobbed. Never in her life had she been so humiliated. The finger in her ass kept her toeing the line. “Oink!” she squealed, closing her eyes in shame as she heard Beretta laugh, “Oink! Oink! Oink!”

As the detective debased herself for his twisted amusement, the young gangster reached for the floor. Keeping his thumb fucking her asshole with his cock stretching her pussy he reached for his pants, which had ended up on the ground next to the chair. While Nancy squealed for him, Beretta grabbed the thin, black leather belt and with a short yank he pulled it free of the loops of his pants.

Working one-handed was a bit tricky, but he managed to work the strap through the buckle to create a big loop, which he then tossed over Nancy's head. The woman gargled mid-oink as he pulled the lasso closed and roughly yanked her upright in his lap.

“Ye-HAW, piggy!” he laughed as Nancy bucked in shock, finger and cock still deeply embedded in her holes, “Time for you to ride bitch, show me those techniques! I want to blow a load all over that slut-face of yours!”

Nancy was exhausted. Her whole body was numb from her orgasms and the tight leash restricted her breathing. Yet she complied obediently, working her wet snatch on Beretta's fat prick as he toyed with her asshole.

Beretta watched with admiration as the tired woman bounced for him. He could sense how tired she was, being choked continuously as well as having cum twice after beating a physically stronger opponent. Nonetheless she worked hard, her cunt still warm and welcoming as she tried her best to coerce his load.

“Fuck yes, detective!” he hissed at her, roughly working her butthole, “Work for that load! That facial! I'm gonna cum all over that face of yours, piggy! Oink for me!”

“Oink!” Nancy screamed, her pussy quivering. She threw her head back. Her sweaty hair stuck in strands to the sticky mess on her face and her mouth hung open breathlessly! Her body was so utterly fucked she could not believe that she was about to cum again, “Oink! Oink!”

As she gyrated her hips like some exotic belly dancer Beretta's thumb slipped from her asshole. To his satisfaction he saw the slightest gape of her sphincter, proving that her anal opening was loosening. He quickly jammed his finger back deep into her ass, giving the leash a firm tug for good measure.

Nancy's squealing was interrupted by her choking, but a second later she continued, utterly lost in a world of sexual humiliation. Everything around her was forgotten as the fit detective worked herself into a frenzy.

“OINK! OINK OINK!” the volume of her desperate cries increased. In the distance she could hear Beretta laugh and make fun of her, but it did not matter as she worked towards her release for a third time. Suddenly the finger was pulled from her ass and she received a brutal slap.

SMACK!

“TWERK THAT ASS FOR ME, CUNT!” Vincent shouted loud enough so even she would hear and Nancy obeyed.

“OINK!” While she had never twerked before the movement came to her naturally and her ass bounced up and down. Her shaking cheeks gave a show of her brown, puckered asshole, revealing it in flashes before slapping together.

“FUCK YEAH!” Vincent roared at the sight before he stopped her by yanking on her leash.

“GNNH!” Nancy gargled, flinching at the tight constriction around her neck. Her fists balled as Vincent kept the pressure, forcing her to stop. Sweat was covering her entire body and the muscles in her legs and lower abdomen twitched with exertion. She felt exhausted!

“Get up, bitch!” she heard him hiss from behind her and a moment later she was roughly pulled up by her leash. The gangster's thick cock slid out of her pussy and she felt every small detail of his shaft as it popped free, “Turn around!”

Her legs felt like jello as she complied. Staggering slightly, she moved to face her tormentor, who kept the tension on the leash high. When she faced him it was the first time since he had choked her out and the arrogant grin on his face drove her wild.

To his surprise, Vincent saw the spark of defiance in her eyes as he looked at her. She looked a lot worse for wear now – sweaty, exhausted, her flawless face covered in a mess of all kinds and marred by the smeared lip-stick writing – but the way her eyes narrowed when he tugged on the belt and made her stagger forward was a telltale sign that there was still fight in her.

“Here, bitch!” Beretta decidedly pulled Nancy forward, grabbing her hip to position her so her wet pussy was hovering right over his cock. “I want to see those titties bounce as you ride me!”

Nancy's mouth tightened as she felt him pull her downwards by her leash. For a second she resisted him, unwilling to give him the pleasure of unchallenging obedience, but her slightly-spread legs were weakened by exhaustion and after a few seconds her knees buckled.

“Nnnnh!” Nancy winced, closing her eyes as Beretta's fat cockhead stretched her soft folds open and she felt him slowly slide back into her body. She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping with pleasure at the sensation of her little pussy being speared on his rod of flesh.

Vincent watched her expressions intently, relishing the way her brow furrowed, the muscles of her jaw clenched and the corners of her eyes twitched ever so slightly as she gently eased herself onto his jutting prick, her juicy hole sliding down his length. Detective Nancy McKenna. The tough bitch from the LAPD.

Unseen by her, Vincent's lips curled into a little snarl as she had herself half-way impaled. Without a warning, the young gangster's fingers dug painfully into the soft skin of her hip and he suddenly took all control from her, stopping her downward movement.

“Time to smash!” he grinned.

“Huh!?” Surprised, Nancy blinked to see the cruel grin on Beretta's face right below her and her eyes widened. She did not know what he planned, but the look on his face made her feel uneasy. “Wai-AAAAH!”

Nancy's attempt to bargain ended in a squeal, her mouth and eyes growing wide with shock as Beretta gave a powerful upwards thrust with his hips, hammering his whole length into her lubed-up pussy. The ferocity lifted her off her feet and she felt the young man's ballsack smack heavily against her taint.

“WAAAH! AAAH! AAII! AAAAH!” Nancy's wailing rang through the small, shabby hotel room as the thug pounded her pussy hard and rough, sheathing his steely rod into her at this point well-stretched fucktunnel again and again. Desperately she yanked at the cuffs behind her back, instinctively trying to brace herself to regain some control. His ferocity would have made the tough cop collapse on top of him now as he had all but sapped her strength, however she was cruelly held up by the leash around her neck, dangling over Beretta's lap like some puppet, utterly at his mercy.

“Little cop-slut! Worthless whore! Fucking trash-bitch!” Vincent spat, drinking in the sight of the distraught Detective. Having had a rest for the last few minutes his muscles had recovered and he knew he would be able to keep up his pace for a bit. After she had been the cause of so much headache for him over the last few weeks, her grit and tenacity had caused him to abandon his comfy life in LA and flee, slapping the gorgeous woman around to his heart's content was quite satisfying. He gave her leash another cruel tug, tightening it momentarily which caused her eyes to widen in desperation. Her face was flushing bright red from asphyxiation once again and her mouth formed silent pleas at him, however, when he slackened the noose slightly, all the dumb slut produced was incoherent screaming.

“AAAH! AAII! PLLEEAASE! AAAH! AAAAH!”

SMACK!

Holding her in place with the leash and with her hands secured behind her back there was nothing she could do to stop him from giving her flushed cheek a resounding slap, making her head fly. With a maniacal grin he then gripped her chin tightly, making her lips pucker and turned her face back to him.

“Fucking hot slut!” he hissed, still battering her poor sex with a power that made her big tits jiggle wildly, “You pathetic bitch!” Another hard slap to her face. “Little cum dumpster!” He gripped her stiff left nipple and sadistically pinched and pulled it. “Hope you're ready for that cum!” He slapped his hand onto her jiggling ass and his fingers dug into the flesh, taking away the last bit of wiggle room she had to soften his thrusts. “Cause I changed my mind!”

Held in place and unable to do anything but take his thrusts, Nancy gaped at him. For the first few seconds she did not understand the meaning of his words as he used the smart, strong woman like a five-dollar whore. Only when his fingers dug even deeper into her ass and he fucked her even harder, a vein bulging on his forehead did she understand the meaning of his words.

Nancy's eyes widened.

“N... Nno-o-o-o!” she pressed out past the constricting leather, her big eyes pleading with the gangster, who rapidly battered her fuckhole, “P-ple-e-e-ease...” she begged, trying to get off his cock before he could reach his climax. She tried to twist out of his grip, but she was too weakened. “No-o-o-o! Sto-o-o-op!”

“Fucking cum-bucket! AAARGH!” With a mighty thrust that once again lifted the distressed cop off the floor the young killer tensed up and came deep inside her cunt.

“NOOOOO!” Nancy squealed, absolutely terrified as she felt thick, hot seed splatter into her womb. The implications of what he was doing were crashing down on her. He was filling her pussy up with cum! Scrambling, she tried one last, desperate effort to push herself off his cock, but the strong hand gripping her thick ass-cheek held her tight, keeping her in position to receive the grunting and groaning man's load.

“FUUUUUCK!” A sweat-soaked Beretta growled, shaken by tremors of his release as his cock continued to spurt his semen into the detective. Overtaken by lust, he let go of the leash and before Nancy knew what was going on he had grabbed the back of her head and yanked her forward, roughly shoving his tongue deep into her mouth.

“Mmmmph!” Nancy whined at the new violation, now invaded from both ends by her adversary. She tried to push his tongue out with her own, but the effort proved fruitless and all she succeeded in doing was giving Beretta an involuntary tongue-fueled kiss. She very suddenly became aware of how Beretta's big balls, which were pressed snugly against her taint, shifted inside his sack as he pumped his seed into her.

Receiving the fuck of a lifetime and getting her tight cunt filled to the brim with hot, thick cum by some lowlife gangster had not been something that Nancy had ever expected to happen. The sudden reality sinking in was quite shocking. When Beretta finally slowed down and sacked back into his chair, she could feel his huge, hot load deep inside her belly. Sitting there, in his lap with her legs spread and his warm, pulsing cock still deep inside her, she found she could not move.

“Man!” Vincent finally gasped. A wide grin was on his face as he wiped his forehead, looking down to where their bodies were joined, “I think I need a drink!”

Nancy let out an embarrassing, girly squeal when the man suddenly pushed himself to stand up. His cock slipped from her cunt and the restrained woman crashed heavily to her back onto the floor, the impact driving the air out of her lungs.

“Y-you fucking bastard!” she coughed, rolling to her side. She could feel his cum drool from her used, fucked-open twat as the gangster nonchalantly stepped over her.
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