He makes her ride his cock

Her head still buried in the sheets, her mind still awhirl, Nancy felt Vincent get off her and climb off the bed. She was still only half-conscious, the immense pleasure she had just experienced had muddled her head.

“Come here, pig!” roughly grabbing her arm, Vincent ungently pulled the detective up from her prone position, dragging her off the bed and to her feet. She moved like a zombie, staggering to obviously still unsteady legs and only a brief look to her face confirmed that she was still dealing with the rush of her orgasm as her expression was rather blank.

This did not bother the young gangster in the slightest as he led her over to the chair she had made him sit in earlier by her arm and she followed with no resistance. Amused by just how spaced out the detective was he gripped her shoulder and deftly turned her around so she was facing away from him as he dropped heavily into the chair.

“Bend over for me, bitch!” He grabbed the short chain that linked the cuffs on Nancy's wrists and pulled it up. The pressure on her shoulders made the compliant detective's upper body lean forward and Beretta did not stop until she was almost folded in half, her head at the height of her knees. In her weakened, shaky state, the thug had to grab her left hip to steady her so she wouldn't fall over and he kept his hand there as he leaned back in his chair.

“I am never getting tired of this view, my little cum dumpster!” he grinned as he took in the sight of Nancy's well-used, swollen pussy that bulged out between her thighs right in front of his face. Glancing to his side her saw his phone charging on the small nightstand. Pulling it off the cable he quickly opened the camera menu.

One hand holding the detective steady by her hip, he took a series of pictures. Beginning with several up-close shots of her freshly-fucked pussy he then moved to capture her big tits, which due to their upside-down stance hung close to her chin. He then changed his grip from her hip to her butt and pulled her crack wide open to get a bunch of detailed snaps of the spaced-out detective's small, shamelessly spread asshole from only inches away. Finally, he extended his arm, switched to the front camera and gave a wide grin as he captured the two of them, once in their current position, then with his face buried in between Nancy's ass-cheeks, winking into the lens.

“Alright!” he said as he put the phone back on the nightstand, “Let's do this!”

Grabbing the handcuff-chain again with one hand and her hip with the other he pulled Nancy back into his lap, guiding her ass towards his standing member. She docilely responded, but he heard her give a small gasp as the bulbous head of his cock nestled against her soft pussy-lips. He did not stop there however, relishing the feminine moan Nancy uttered as her swollen cunt once more gave way to his cock and she sunk down his length. In fascinated awe he watched her nether lips swallow up his manhood until he was buried to the balls inside the detective's hot fuckhole, her slimy labia wrapped tightly around his base.

“Oohoohgood!” Nancy whimpered as she felt the gangster's thick, round dickhead deep inside her pussy. So invasive! He pushed her wrists upwards again, forcing her to basically fold over in his lap, her breasts pushing against her knees and she knew exactly where he was looking.

Beretta smirked as Nancy's sphincter tensed up shyly under his gaze and he waited a few seconds just to enjoy the moment of being balls-deep inside the gorgeous detective's pussy. His hand shifted from her hip to admiringly slide across the warm, flawless skin of her behind. This bitch really was magnificent!

SMACK!

“C'mon, you fucking cum-dumpster, ride me!” he ordered, encouraging her with another loud slap to her already stinging posterior.

Nancy groaned. Her head hung in front of her own knees, her hair, a wild mess, hung loosely all over her, veiling her face. Her knees felt still week and shaky and in her pose it was hard to get any leverage in the first place, but she grit her teeth and managed, feeling her pussy slide upwards along the girthy rod of his cock until only the round head remained inside her.

“Ooooh!” she moaned as she fed her cunt his dick again on the downward slide, sending shivers up her spine.

Slowly, Nancy began to ride the thug, using her pussy to service him. She began to work up a rhythm as Beretta just sat back and watched in fascination. He kept one hand on her handcuffs at all times while the other groped and fondled her fleshy ass, occasionally landing a hard smack.

Soon, Nancy worked the orgasm-induced shakiness out of her limbs as the fresh shots of pleasure induced her with a new energy. Gradually her moans turned louder as she found her pace, the sounds of flesh on flesh filling the small room as her butt rippled with every impact.

Intrigued, Vincent allowed her a bit more leeway on the chain and she straightened a little, her hips beginning to circle and gyrate from time to time as she began to actually enjoy herself.

“Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!” In the big mirror opposite to where they were sitting, Vincent could see their reflection.

The detective looked well and utterly fucked. She was still slouched over just to keep her balance, but her big, soft tits bounced up and down with every thrust. Her hair, a tussled, sweaty mess, hung wildly all around, covering most of her face. In fact, the only part of her face that he could see was her mouth. Her lips still bore the remains of the red lip-stick, which was completely smeared and mixed with her drool now and they hung open in a wide gape that her small moans poured out of. The slut in his lap bore very little resemblance to the woman who had broken down his door earlier.

Grinning, he decided to let her feel who was in charge once more as he reached up with both hands. His left grabbed a tight fistful of her hair close to her scalp, giving it a mean, little yank just for good measure while his right hand circled around her swan-like neck and firmly gripped her elegant throat.

“Nnngh!” Nancy gargled as his fingers dug into her windpipe, interfering with her breathing. Her mouth gaped and flapped like a fish out of water as she could get no air for several seconds before Beretta loosened his grip slightly, allowing her a modicum of oxygen as she continued to ride his cock like some **** slut.

“Look at yourself!” she heard him hiss into her ear, “Look at yourself in the mirror, you little whore!”

“Arggh!” was all Nancy was able to respond. Peering through the disheveled mess of her hair she caught a glimpse of her reflection and her heart sank. Big, bouncing tits, a sheen of sweat covering her flushed caramel skin and a **** look on her face. She winced as she could make out the bright red letters on her forehead and cleavage. CUM DUMPSTER. He had turned her into his own, personal cum dumpster!

She hardly recognized herself. The woman in the mirror looked like someone she would pity on any other day or even feel contemptuous towards. The thought sent an inadvertent shudder through her body that made her wet pussy clench around his cock.

“Yeah!” Vincent grinned, feeling the contraction of her pussy, “Tighten that snug, little cunt for me!”

He briefly let go of her throat to deliver a short, openhanded smack to her face. Nancy let out an embarrassing squeak of surprise as she felt the sharp sting, a reaction that encouraged him to repeat this several times, slapping the defenseless woman's cheek every so often before going back to **** her.

“Goddamn, Detective!” Beretta grunted as he watched her plump pussy slide up and down his shaft, “You were born for this! Born to be my fucking cum dumpster! A little, natural-born, jizz-guzzling cum dumpster!”

Nancy groaned at his dirty-talk, feeling a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. She yelped as she received another slap, but instead of grabbing her by the neck again, Beretta took her by surprise by letting go of her hair and reaching around, hooking the index and middle finger of each hand into the corners of her mouth.

“AAAH!” Nancy cried out as her head was yanked back, her face distorted into a ridiculous grimace. At the same time, Beretta grunted and began to fuck her from below. Digging his heels into the cheap carpet of the floor and his shoulders into the wall he gained leverage to thrust upwards into Nancy's soaked cunt, going hard and fast.

“WAAAAAH! AAAAH!” Nancy wailed, her eyes snapping shut as her pussy was pummeled. Facing the onslaught there was little she could do but take it, stand over him with her ass thrust out, offering her twat for him to use as hard as he pleased, pounding the Detective to a second, shameful orgasm that came suddenly and ferociously.

“There you go, you worthless skank!” Beretta shouted triumphantly, “Cum for me! Cum on my dick, you dirty bitch!”

“GWAAAAAH!” the fish-hooked Latina screamed as her hole clenched up and exploded all over the thug's cock, who viciously fucked her through her climax. The sounds of his thrusts took on a notably wetter noise as her pussy juices gushed over his shaft, making even more of a mess of both their mid-sections.

Her knees buckled, completely loosing all power and she dropped on top of him, but Beretta's powerful, pounding thrusts kept her bouncing up and down wildly. The sensations were so severe that Nancy's eyes rolled back into her head and she all but lost consciousness, her world disappearing in a white lightning storm.

“Fucking stupid trash bitch!” Watching Nancy's face in the mirror Beretta enjoyed the myriad of expressions that washed over her features. With her full, stunning lips stretched into a ridiculous teeth-baring grin and her eyes rolling wildly in their sockets the tough detective looked rather... dumb. The proud woman had been reduced to a brainless fuckpuppet by the power of his cock! “Little bimbo cunt! Piece of fuckmeat!”

When Beretta finally stopped making her bounce with his thrusts Nancy let out a breathless, weak groan through her ****-open mouth. Slipping his fingers from her mouth, Vincent delivered a slap to her cheeks with each hand before grabbing the back of her head. He roughly shoved her forward, and Nancy, utterly drained, just folded over in his lap, her head again hanging at her knees.

The gangster meanwhile leaned back to catch his own breath. Wiping the sweat of his forehead, Beretta grinned. With Nancy bent double her ass cheeks splayed, making a display of his thick cock embedded inside her creamy cunt, her sleek pussy-lips stretched wide open. Her whole body shivered in the after-shocks of her second, powerful release.

SMACK!

“Damn, McKenna, You really are a good fuck!” Vincent spoke after a few seconds, slapping her pushed-out ass and squeezing her firm flesh. He heard her moan as he slid his thumb between her buttocks and rubbed her asshole in small circles. Her right hand opened, a feeble attempt to signal him to stop which he happily disregarded. Instead, he opted to nuzzle the tip of his finger into her clench.

“Nnooo!” he heard her whimper weakly as he **** the first digit into her ass, using her own slippery cunt juices as lube. Her reaction caused him to crack a smile and he began to work his thumb in and out, fingering her anal entrance, eliciting tired groans.

“Where is my finger, pig?” he teased, bending his thumb slightly to stretch her anus. McKenna did not respond, whining miserably but staying strong.

“Tell me, you useless cum-bucket! Unless you want a second one right now!” he threatened in a sharp voice, letting her feel a second finger creep into her crack.

Nancy let out a defeated moan. “You fucking bastard!” she hissed angrily before giving up, “It's in my ass, you sick fuck!”

“That's a good girl!” Beretta commended, rewarding her compliance by pushing his thumb deeper and wiggling it around in her tight, hot passage, “Tell me again!”

The sudden, deeper intrusion elicited a throaty groan from the detective. Fresh tears welled in her eyes. “In my ass!” she complied, “It's in my asshole, you fucking prick!”

“Prick, huh?” feeling a rush of power, Beretta smirked, his thumb continuing to work her rectum, “What are you then, McKenna!”

“I'm...” Nancy gasped, grimaced, “... I'm the woman who kicked your ass!”

Her defiance earned her a chuckle, then her blood ran cold as she felt the tip of Beretta's index finger reach the rim of her butthole.