He keeps his word

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 that 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 up-thrust 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 **** 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 **** 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!”