Bank raaaaaaaaid!

Tracer hears a shot nearby, “No.” she whispers and runs towards the source of the blast. “No, No, No, not now.” The brunette pleads and comes to a halt.

“We have taken hostages.” The shout comes from a punk who looks like a bad copy of Junkrat. “We will take the money, don’t annoy us and we let them life.” He ends his speech with an insane giggle and jumps back into the smoking bank building.

“We need a hero.” Somebody mumbles, “Where is Overwatch?” another one. The police is already at the scene and one person, a big policemen with brown hair who happens to stand nearby, shouts into his communication device. “We need reinforcements.”

That was it. “Well good, the cavalry is here then, love.” Tracer says as she takes of her sunglasses. “I will neutralize the criminals you get out the hostages.” The policemen just nods and Tracer accelerates into the building.

The Junkrat copy still had his back towards the entrance so he is out instantly, the rest of the punks is unprepared for the pulse bomb Tracer throws at them. “Thank god that was easy.” Tracer says, and attempts to leave.

And is shot in the back. A scream of pain and surprise, but the wound is no problem for somebody able to rewind time. The Rewind leaves her facing the room again and she sees a second group of punks. “It’s THE Tracer, run.” One of them shouts and they quickly separate. “Why, though?” Tracer screams in frustration. And chases after them.

Three hours later she finally knocked out the last one. “That’s all officer.” Tracer said and almost throws the guy into the station. “Thank you, Tracer.” The policemen says, it’s the one Tracer had already seen on the raid scene. The huge one with the big, muscly build and the hazel hair much like her own, hair she would love to touch and…. “Tracer, you okay?” the policemen asks. “You look really out of breath.” He was most likely talking about her being beet red. After 3 hours of on again off again power usage her body was burning up. “Yeah, I am, but that’s okay love.” She ensures and turns to leave. The Policemen stops him, “No, really you seem to be burning up.” He grasps her at the wrist. “I fact I can feel your heat.”

Oh god that touch was enough to send shiver down her spine, this was really dangerous. “Her let me take you to my bureau, I will get you a cup of water. “No, thank you I really need to…” Tracer attempts to talk herself out but the policemen already has guided her deeper into the building and her willpower was melting away.

The policemen gently places her in a soft chair in his bureau. The whole room smelled like him and Tracers horny mind greedily takes in all of the smell like a sweet perfume. While the policemen is out getting her the promised cup of water Tracer looker around in the room. It was a private bureau with one window opposite to the window, a desk with a computer on top, and three chairs, one behind and two in front of it. Besides that the room also had a leather couch which was big enough to be used as a bed for wild sex.

Tracer blushed even harder, if that was possible, at the thought, was she really thinking about having sex in a police station? Her wet cunt clearly said yes.

‘Hopefully that water will cool me down enough to get to Winston.’ Tracer thought but couldn’t hold back on touching herself. ‘A little relief wouldn’t hurt, right?’ she justified to herself and pinched her nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

The other hand slowly slid up her leg, but she was interrupted by the noise of closing in footsteps. Tracer already had her hands back in non-scandalous positions by the time the door opened and the policemen came in with two glasses of water in his hands.

“Here I am, pardon my laten…..” he didn’t get to end that sentence as she tripped and emptied both glasses of water over himself and Tracer before stabilizing. “Oh, I am so incredibly sorry.”

Tracer didn’t hear him. Through the white fabric of his shit she was able to see his abs and that was the last push she needed. She literally threw herself at him, giving him a kiss. The policemen, who was surprised at first quickly answered the kiss with his tongue and sloppy sounds could be heard from the both of them.

Tracer, who was almost as horny as one week ago, moaned into the policemen’s mouth and guided him to the couch. “I’m sorry but I need this right now.” Tracer said and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang into action. It was the normal size of a cock but Tracer wouldn’t have cared if he had a dock of whatever size, as she went down on it. She rarely had given head before but whatever she lacked in skill she had in enthusiasm, Tracer wouldn’t rest until she got what she wanted, this dick buried in her crotch, fucking her into a mind blowing orgasm.

But first she wanted to taste more of it. Moving her head up and down, without any regard to her own comfort, she sucked the piece of man meat deeper and deeper into her watering mouth.

“Ah yes, Tracer. God I dreamt of this.” The policeman sighed and put his right hand on Tracers head, guiding her movements. “Please, suck me in deeper.” Tracer was happy to oblige. With final push she sucked the cock into her throat and a few moments later, Tracers nose was buried in his crotch. They held this pose for a few seconds before Tracer pulled backwards gasping for air.

The disappointed moan of the policemen was followed by appreciating sound as Tracer stripped. “I want you to just sit there, let me do this at my own pace.” Tracer warned the policemen as she lowered herself onto his dick, her arse facing him.

The moment his cock touched her pussy lips, Tracer could feel the arousal stronger than ever and she impaled herself unto his cock in one single, fast motion. It wasn’t comforting, it had been a while since she had sex and with her athletic build she always had been tight but the discomfort was nothing against the feeling of a dick finally filling her gushing pussy.

“Yes.” She moaned as she slowly rose up again, only to fall back even slower. Tracer wanted every moment of this and she wouldn’t rush it, not when she already had crossed the line.

“Please go faster.” The policemen begged. “No, can’t do that, love.” She gasped a small moan escaping her lips again. “I will go fast when I want to.” And by god she wanted to, but she also didn’t want this to be over too fast.

The policeman was getting increasingly frustrated at Tracers slow movements but he prevailed. Eventually Tracer did get tired of the teasing movements as well, this is when she had an idea. “I will strike you bargain.” She said and rested, only his tip still inside her. “Everything.” The policemen moaned. Tracer smiled “I want you to slap my ars….Aaaaaaaah.”

He didn’t even need a second, a sharp but oh so satisfying sting could be felt on Tracers left cheek, “Again.” She demanded. The policemen obliged. Tracer screamed. “Again.” Another slap, this time on the right cheek. “Again.” She panted, her head hanging, her eyes unable to focus. The hand hit her left cheek for the third time. “AGAIN.” She screamed and he hit her right cheek with a loud SMACK and Tracers eyes rolled back upwards as she finally dropped down her waist.

Now in a fast rhythm Tracer fucked the policemen, their flesh hitting over and over, her ass a glorious sight for that policeman as the reddened cheeks jiggled before him. Watching the Hero Tracer impaled on his cock, moaning after he had slapped his ass was pure bliss and he moaned loudly.

But the moaning policemen forgot one important thing, Tracer stopped her movements. A glare over the shoulder and the policemen was captivated by her brown eyes.

“Again.”

He slapped her right cheek, she screamed and moved again. Now Tracer got what she wanted as the policemen slapped her arse every so often while she rode him into bliss. Smack. Another hit, her eyes lost focus again. Smack. She could feel herself speeding up. Smack. Something was coming. Smack. She lost control of herself, her moaning now a hot mess of grunting and heavy breathing. Smack. Her mouth wide open, her body prepared for a silent scream as –

Smack.

She came, all the muscles in her body contracted, which almost proved too much for the policemen but he pulled out and managed to but the trembling Tracer on the couch. As Tracers eyes rolled up and her mouth still screamed out the wordless orgasm she could feel the policeman’s cum hit her face. Her instincts ordered her to drink every last drop and she licked off whatever she could find while she scooped the rest onto her fingers and sucked it off them. It didn’t taste great but it still made her feel incredible hot. To get the rest of it focused her eyes unto the cock in front of her and sucked the last drops of cum from it, a thankful moan coming from the policemen who collapsed on the couch afterwards.

Tracer finally felt fulfilled and somewhat guilty, but he clearly enjoyed it so there was no harm done. “Thank you, love.” She whispered into his air, quickly dressed and left the station.