She's nervous but she gets so she likes it

Marsha was expecting him to ram his dick in... and tensed up for the inevitable pain that would bring. Which wasn't Rick's idea at all. As far as he was concerned, sex should be fun for all parties involved and hurting women was not on his priority list at all... especially not a woman he was depending on to get her job done once he'd finished having sex with her.

He ran a finger up her clitoris, but that made her tense even more which was counter-productive. So, he switched to playing with her tits while resting his dick against the crosshairs of her anus.

Her 'C' cups weren't much compared to the monsters that Tiffany carried around but they rode high, without any sag, and the brown nipples stood proudly as he continued to caress them.

"Oh, that's so good," she groaned.

He reached a hand down to her pussy, gathered a handful of moisture, and again pressed it into her ass.

This time, he continued stroking her ass cheeks... cheeks she held open for him, her fingers digging ever-deeper into the soft flesh.

"This is so... intense," she breathed. "I never imagined..."

He gathered more pussy juices and inserted his thumb into her asshole.

She reflexively clenched her ass, squeezing his thumb and stopping him from making further progress but he continued to stroke her tits and left his thumb in place until her ass-muscles gradually relaxed.

Only when she seemed completely comfortable with the situation did he move forward.

He grasped one nipple and gave it a hard tweak to make sure her concentration was completely focused on her breasts, then simply replaced his thumb with his, admittedly much larger cock.

He only went in an inch, then stopped again.

"Oh." Her eyes crossed and she froze for a moment, her ass clenching down once more.

He switched hands and began playing with her pussy at the same time as he continued caressing her tits.

Gradually she relaxed again and he slid himself deeper.

All of the lubrication came in handy as her ass was incredibly tight. Still, inch by inch, she took all of him, her ass stretching out to fit him as her whole body shuddered with pleasure.

Only when he'd been inside of her for over three minutes did he begin to pump, again moving slowly at first, withdrawing a fraction of an inch before sliding back in.

Again, her body adjusted slowly but it did adjust. Finally he was able to fuck her ass hard, grabbing her hips for leverage and thrusting deeply into her.

Her body started giving orgasm signs almost instantly and he had to slow down again not to avoid giving her pain... she was past that... but to make sure she didn't cum too fast. He wanted her to cum with him or, at most, a minute or so before he did. Having her cum before he was ready would spoil the fun for both of them. And, despite her initial reluctance, Marsha was definitely having fun.

Now, when he pinched her nipples, the goal was not to distract from pain but to distract from pleasure.

Marsha moaned as he plunged ever-deeper into her ass, screamed when he slid a (clean) thumb into her pussy, and panted as she matched his rhythm, attempting to shove her ass ever-more completely over his dick.

He was tempted to prolong the experience. With Tiffany he certainly had. But they had a lot to get done and her tight ass certainly encouraged him to focus on the task at hand.

As his own pleasures mounted, he switched from distracting her to allowing all of the nervous signals from her body to combine together into a unified message of pure bliss.

Her orgasm started slowly, little quivers in her pussy spreading through her body, turning into convulsions that shook her, that threatened even her death-grip on her ass cheeks as she, obedient to his orders, continued to pull her cheeks apart to allow him maximum access.

Finally she couldn't stand it any more. A flush came to her skin all over her body, the convulsions turned into major spasms, and she screamed his name.

"Rick, god Rick. How is it even... cumming. Cumming. Cumming. Ohmigod I'm cumming."

He suspected everyone in the police department was well aware that she was coming. Perhaps later she'd be embarrassed. Then again, she'd been the one who'd wanted to see what had turned Tiffany from her ice-queen ways.

When his own orgasm grew near, Rick pulled out, walked around to the side of Marsha's desk, and turned her head to face him. He'd been tempted by those glasses and intended to put them to proper use.

"Oh, god yes. Let me have it," she shouted.

Which he did, spraying cum over her face and tits.

"May I move my hands, sir?" she asked as he continued to spray her.

"You may."

She let go of her ass and used her fingers to gather his cum, rubbing it into her tits and scooping it into her mouth.

"It still doesn't taste great," she said. "But you can cum on me any time."

"You know, I actually intend to take you up on that."

"Really?" She seemed surprised.

"Sure."

"I'll shave for you if you like."

"We can talk about that later. For now, what do you say you help me with this phone app."

"Oh yeah. I... well, I actually already did it. I just wanted... you don't hate me for that, do you?"

"No I don't hate you. Why don't you show me what you've done."