Vincent demands more

“Alright,” he finally continued after several long seconds of admiration, “You can drop those pants now, McKenna!”

“WHAT?!” Nancy exclaimed, her head whipping around in indignant anger, “What the hell do you think yo-”

“Sssssh!” Seeing the cocky expression on the lowly thug's face as he put his fingers to his lips and dared to shush her, Nancy wanted to slap him, “Can't **** you to do anything, Detective! If you don't want to do it that is your decision. Wesson's gonna be gone though if you don't get naked now...”

“Listen, you little punk...”

“I'll count to five.”

“If you think you can...”

“One!”

Stunned, her thoughts a mess, Nancy froze. Nothing she had ever learned or done had prepared her for this kind of situation and her usually calm-under-pressure mind raced to find a way out of her predicament.

“Two!”

“Alright!” Unable to find an answer, unable to see a way out of it and feeling Wesson slip away, Nancy's fingers went to work almost on their own, scrambling to unbuckle her belt.

“Three!”

Beretta's grin was so wide it almost hurt his cheeks as he watched the panicking detective hook her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and shove them down, taking her panties with them. Her golden booty was a masterpiece and his jaw fell for a moment as the succulent, big, firm cheeks were exposed to him. Countless hours of physical training, running and fighting, had shaped the woman's posterior into something an Instagram model ten years her junior would be jealous of.

“Four!”

“Fuck!” Exclaiming in stress, Nancy bounced on one foot, attempting her best to shove the tangled mess of jeans and panties off along with her sneaker and sock, which slowed her progress, but finally she succeeded. Her shoe fell with a 'thud', her foot was free and Nancy hastily went to work on the other foot.

The sight was comical to say the least and Vincent would have chuckled when another emotion won over, his eyes widening as the detective bent forward in her fight with her clothes and for a moment, the thug accidentally received a show of a pristine, bald, caramel-colored pussy, peeking out at him.

The quick, inadvertent flash bought Nancy the extra second she needed to wrestle free of her pants, the other shoe dropping, followed by the rest of her clothes and leaving the proud LAPD detective stand in her birthday suit in a cheap motel room in front of her captive.

“Satisfied?!” Nancy shot, glancing back over her shoulder. When she saw the hungry, predatory look in Vincent's eyes as he fixated her ass she blushed.

“Bend over!” Beretta ordered, ignoring her. He was rock hard now. He had always been a playboy, his good looks, money and the aura of danger were potent panty-droppers that all kinds of gorgeous girls had succumbed to, but the detective was different. Not only was she a strong, smart, proud woman and worthy adversary, she had even beat him. Outsmarting him by catching him, **** him out him in combat... she wasn't just his equal, she was his better! And yet here he was in control...

“Now hang on! We never-” Nancy protested.

“Bend over, bitch! Show me your cunt!” he interrupted her, glaring into her eyes. Nancy looked back, her own brown eyes wide, and there was a moment of intense staredown between them.

This time, Nancy looked down first.

To her own utter shock, the will-strong detective found herself unable to hold his gaze and after only a few seconds she couldn't bear it any longer, her eyes lowering in defeat. Turning her head back to face away from Beretta and hide her shame, she slowly bent over, further and further, until her upper body was parallel to the ground, her big, full tits hanging beneath her chest.

“That's it!” the cuffed man smirked as he got a better look at Nancy's sexy, plump pussy. The woman must have shaved or waxed very recently, as her snatch was baby-smooth and perfectly hairless, the thin, slightly darker inner labia peeking out between luscious, soft outer lips. It was the most inviting cunt he had ever seen and the circumstances on how it had come to him getting to see it only made it all the hotter. Grabbing his rock-hard cock, Vincent began stroking himself slowly to the sight.

“Are we... is that it?!” Nancy asked after a few seconds. She could feel the young man's greedy eyes on her butt, on her pussy and felt her face flush with embarrassment. She had no clue what was happening to her, going from kicking ass a minute ago to this FUBAR situation, bent over to give a show to this lowlife. However, the most shocking thing was: she felt a damn tingle! This, being under the control of this sick fuck, turned her on. The realization terrified her.

“You know, I have always wanted to fuck you in the ass, McKenna!” she heard the creep behind her say and the crude words took her breath away, making her grimace, but to her shame she also felt a shiver between her legs. Her hole felt all creamy. “I want to hold you down, mash your face into a pillow and go to town, no mercy. Just use your asshole as my personal cocksocket. Turn you into my squealing, little cum dumpster...”

Nancy grit her teeth, simultaneously suppressing a moan and the urge to kick the prick's face in.

“So that's what's up, whore!” Vincent hissed, eyeing Nancy's bare butt, “Show me that tight, little backdoor. Give me a nice, long look if you want my info...”

“You little bastard...” Nancy growled. Turned on or not, the way this arrogant jackass dared to talk to her – while wearing HER handcuffs nonetheless - got her blood boiling.

“Show me your asshole!” Beretta cut her short, his voice as hard as his cock.

Nancy's mouth twisted in indignant rage as she battled with herself to keep all her instincts in check. A lewd, horrible voice in the back of her mind constantly urged her to give in, telling her that she wanted this and even reminded her of the stakes of this mission. Absolutely unable to cope with the situation and pushed for action, Nancy reached back. Her fingers shook terribly as she grabbed a buttock in each hand.

Her trembling did not go unnoticed by the cuffed man in the seat behind her. He watched with an ear-to-ear grin as the gorgeous LAPD detective complied with his demands and pulled her buttocks wide apart, shamefully spreading her cheeks for him and allowing him a clear view of her asshole.

A droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip of Vincent's cock as he admired the tight clench of Nancy's off-brown anal opening. The tiny, wrinkled hole flinched under his gaze, shyly puckering up even tighter as Vincent doubted that anyone had made the strong-minded woman debase herself like this before. He would cherish the image for the rest of his life: the stunning Latina detective naked and bent over in front of him, her fingers prying apart her buttocks to reveal two perfect, glorious holes as her soft, bouncy tits hung beneath her chest.

Nancy closed her eyes in shame. She felt her sphincter clench tightly underneath the thug's gaze, wishing to stop this as it made her feel even more ****, but she couldn't. Instead, something else happened that made the whole encounter even worse. While her pussy lips initially had been sealed together tightly, now she was spreading her butt-cheeks and to her horror she felt how that pull slowly broke that seal, her pink cunt opening like a rose to reveal her creamy inner wetness to her tormentor.

“Wow, damn, detective!” she heard Beretta gloat, making her wish the ground would swallow her up, “That is a dripping cunt if ever I have seen one! You really are a dirty fucking slut, aren't you, detective?”

“Shut up!” Nancy whispered, her face burning.

“To be honest, I can hardly decide which of your holes look better,” Vincent continued to tease, “I mean, just look at that asshole! Look at how cute and small it is... I bet you just go crazy whenever someone eats that glorious ass, don't you?!”

“That... is none of your business!” Nancy pressed out between grit teeth, indignant with rage.

“Oh, don't act all high and mighty...” Vincent reprehended her, “I can see your pussy. I know you like me treating you like this!”

“I do not!” Nancy twirled around, her eyes blazing in righteous fury, her big tits jiggling with the motion, “You're a-”

Her angry tirade was cut short, stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of the thug's erect cock, jutting thick and proudly into the air, with him stroking it slowly.

“I...” she stuttered, rattled by what she saw, her wide eyes glued to the man's dick. Somehow she could not bring herself to took away, much to Vincent's amusement.

There was a moment of silence with Nancy utterly thrown for a loop, frozen in place while the cuffed criminal appreciated the sight of the stunning woman in her birthday suit, a full-frontal view of her big, soft tits and smooth pussy.

“You want that info?!” Vincent finally broke the silence, his voice unusually soft now, but still firm.

Nancy finally managed to tear her eyes away from his cock and looked at him, reminding him of a deer in headlights. She nodded quietly.

“Alright!” he smiled, “I'll give it to you. I just need you to do one more thing.”

Nancy nibbled on her full lower lip. She had a suspicion what he wanted. She did not need to be a detective to guess that...