A blowjob

“I want you to suck on this big cock!”

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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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.