2 Unsatisfied weeks later

Nancy's life would go back to normal somewhat, but without being able to talk and process the recent events with Vincent, things were never going to return to the way they were.

Work hadn't changed much other than getting her arrest rates up. The text orders on her burner phone came at a slow but steady pace, 1 every other day. Most of Barretta's targets were relatively low level dealers that Nancy already had in her cross hairs, and the only really tit bit was that each message included their location. There were the occasional bigger fish, but ultimately she could easily understand why Barretta would want these 'liabilities' away from whatever crime syndicate he was working for.

But it wasn't work that was the problem.

******

A near exhausted Patrick laid naked on his bed while his naked wife Nancy continued to ride his prick for the fifth time this week. Leaning back and grinding her mound against his groin as his penis wilted from over use, spewing his seed 5 minutes earlier.

His hands were at her waist, guiding her movements as she sped up, shuddering as her orgasm washed over her, before collapsing on top of him, resting her head on his chest.

******

Nancy lay panting on her husband after another lacklustre sex session. Her subconscious appetite to be dominated was being completely neglected, as she had initiated all her carnal interactions with Patrick.

She tried to initiate rough play, guiding his hands to squeeze her breasts harder or thrust back more forcefully when being fucked doggy position. But each time Patrick would caress her gently and lovingly. What would have made a normal woman feel adored, Nancy felt cheated. Without the raw depravity she had experienced with Vincent, any orgasms with Patrick seemed tame and hollow.

As her husband's prick continued to shrink, it would slip from her pussy and his cum started to seep out.

"Be right back." Nancy whispered as she slinked into the bathroom to clear up. She could already hear Patrick snoring before she'd left the bedroom.

Locking the door for privacy, Nancy entered the shower. She relaxed into the sprays, allowing the shower to cascade over her, soaking her hair. Reaching for the shampoo then the shower gel, Nancy soaped herself up, toying with her unsatisfied errogenous zones.

With her eyes shut, her hair rinsed and her nipples being carressed by her hands, Nancy's mind fantasized about Vincent Barretta. Her brow furrowed in disgust at her thoughts but she could not deny his effect on her. His strength, his dominance, his girth. To be taken so forcefully and to have her body respond the way it did.

Images of herself stripped down at the waist, forcefully bent over her desk while Vincent sheathed himself in her swollen pussy. Each of his thrusts causing pussy juice to trickle down her legs as his cock continued to bump and smash Nancy's G spot.

Nancy's right hand left her breasts and plunged her fingers into her sticky quim, palming her clit as she part fucked herself in the shower to her fantasy, and part cleaned her husband's sperm out of her cooch.

Eyes shut, her fantasy expanded as her excitement grew. She could feel Vincent's hands, one pinning her shoulders down to the desk with her keyboard pressed against her cheek. The other hand, with a firm grip on her butt cheek, prying her bottom open to expose her winking rosebud.

Nancy's hand was now moving at blistering pace, thrumming her clit back and forth as her fantasy took further shape. Nancy dropped down, first to her knees, then on almost all fours. The cascade of shower water bouncing off her buttocks and anus as she parted her cheeks.

As her excitement grew, her fantasy took further shape, with Vincent's thumb worming its way into her arsehole, his huge cock thrusting faster and faster. Work colleagues appeared around Nancy's desk, her eyes scanned each disgusted face until she locked eyes with Syd.

But instead of disgust, Syd's image laciviously licked her lips and she felt Vincent's cock swell and burst his seed into her convulsing cunt.

Nancy's orgasm shattered through her as she rode her hand in the bath tub, rolling to the side and tucking her knees in as she covered her mouth to silence her moans.

Standing up on shaky legs, Nancy shut off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off. Exiting the shower and facing the vanity mirror, she wiped the steam condensation off the mirror. Staring at herself in the mirror in disbelief as she was coming to the unavoidable realisation. She yearned to be taken again by Vincent Barretta.

******

Meanwhile on the other side of the city, Barretta was enjoying himself at a not so reputable gentleman's club. Sitting on a couch with his legs parted, the blonde stripper kneeling before him fished out his member from his unzipped pants. Giving his cock several pumps, she stared in awe as she proceeded to lick Vincent's shaft from its tip to his balls.

"Yeah slut, suck those balls!" Vincent commanded.

While stripper 'Tammy' proceeded with giving her client the "extras", Vincent took a swig from his bottle of beer in his left hand, while holding his phone in the right. As Vincent felt the suction on his balls, he flicked through the photos on his phone. He had a number of pics from several willing and unwilling models, but he seemed to be recently favouring his captured footage of a certain stripped detective. The images of the degraded Nancy got his dick so hard!

Vincent only barely noticed the stripper pumping his cock faster as her tounge lathered up and down his shaft before hesitating. She was nervous despite her experience with other patrons of the club. Stories were circling around the strip joint recently about Mr Barretta, that he had been **** girls out with his meaty cock while they would orally service him. Due to his connections, none of them dared protest so the girl who'd draw the short straw would do her best to make him cum in alternative ways.

"Mr. Barretta, your cock is so impressive. I'm not sure I can take it in my mouth. Is there any other way I can pleasure you?"

The VIP room was locked with just Vincent and the naked Tammy present. His imagination contemplated bending the stipper over his lap and spanking her butt before ploughing her doggy style. But as he continued his imagery, in his mind the pale blonde's skinned turned a sweet caramel colour and her thin whispy hair took on a darker and thicker consistency. The image in his head had become Nancy too many times recently.

"Tell you what Tammy? Just forget it. You did enough for me tonight." Barretta stated before reaching for his wallet. He pulled out two Benjamin's and laid them on the table before standing up and tucked his cock back into his slacks.

Tammy sunk back and sat onto her hauches, giving Vincent space to leave the sofa area and walk to the exit.

Vincent was starting to feel off his game. He was getting **** to demand what he wanted from the likes of Tammy et cetera. While he had a lot off pull, he wasn't going to overstep the mark and derail his colleague's business and enjoy the strippers such that they may rethink their choice of profession. And he wasn't going to start cruising areas of LA looking for some random Latin booty in case the irrate pimp had no clue of his connections. He would have to accept that his lust would not be satiated for now.