He rips off her clothes

Knowing what he had just done to her – or for her – had rocked the Latina’s world, Schmelzer wanted to push on. If someone had told Nancy only an hour earlier that she would be in this position, pounded into submission by a sleazy, middle-aged colleague, she would have laughed, or more likely mocked that person. Now she was getting dominated by him, made to cum like a nasty slut and she didn’t even have the excuse of being drunk or ****. She was her of her own volition and he would make sure that she would remember. The next time she’d make one of her sharp-witted, uppity remarks they would both know the true dynamic between them.

“Come here, you slut!” he hissed. Nancy’s surprised gasp when he suddenly pulled his cock from her soaked pussy, leaving her feeling shockingly empty, was quickly stopped when his grip around her throat tightened once more. Her eyes widened, lips gasping out a silent scream as she was yanked backwards, out of the car. Her arms flailed, legs scrambled, but she was still too shaky from her orgasm to grab a hold of anything to catch herself. Instead, she was roughly pulled out of the car, stumbling to find her feet on her dangerously spikey stiletto heels.

“Grkh!” she protested, her hands helplessly grabbing Schmelzer’s wrist, too weak to stop him as he unceremoniously dragged her over to the raggedy, wooden picnic table. She stumbled, unable to completely find her balance, so she couldn’t put up any resistance whatsoever as she was dragged across the parking lot, tangled up shorts stuck around her mid-thighs, bald pussy on full display. There were numerous cars around and while she couldn’t see them, she knew that there were people inside, doing their seedy business. And they could see her.

“Let’s get this off!” Schmelzer gruffly grunted as they approached the table. Grabbing the collar of her leather jacket at the back, he unceremoniously yanked it down, forcefully pulling it off her arms and stripping her of it. She barely had the chance to register what he had done when her bikini top was grabbed in a similar manner. The strings briefly bit into her skin, but were too flimsy to withstand a hard tug without snapping, leaving her suddenly standing completely topless in the cool L.A. Night.

“Sch-Schmelzer!” she croaked, her hands coming up reflexively to cover her exposed breasts, leaving her helpless as he gave her a firm shove backwards. She staggered against the picnic table, but before she could catch her balance Schmelzer had closed the distance between them. Bending down, he grabbed Nancy’s boots-clad ankles.

She shrieked out in shock as her legs were yanked out from underneath her and she fell backwards, **** onto her back as Schmelzer raised her legs higher and higher until her feet pointed at the night’s sky.

Looking to balance herself, both hands grabbed for the edges of the table, her trimmed fingernails digging into the soft, decaying wood. “What are you doing?!” she gasped. Staring up at him as he towered over her, she felt **** and exposed.

“These fucking shorts need to go!” the other cop growled, ignoring her question as he grabbed the waistband of her tangled-up leather pants and simply yanked them upwards, sliding them over her slutty boots and off her legs, flinging them into the distance. As Nancy was still staring after them, he already reached down, grabbing the crotch of her fishnet tights with both fists.

“Wait!” Nancy cried out, but it was too late. A sharp ripping sound filled the parking lot as Schmelzer tore her tights almost in two, leaving a huge hole to expose her pussy and ass. Too stunned to stop him, she could only watch as her satin thong panties were gripped and a second later those were gone as well. “Ohgod…” she moaned. It was shocking, but at the same time the feral, dominant approach was such a turn on. When Schmelzer pushed her thighs apart to expose herself her body just automatically responded, spreading her legs to show him her plump, little pussy in all its glory.

“Good girl!” Schmelzer smirked, her torn thong still in hand. Lifting it to his nose, he took a whiff of her scent – some lemony, herbal soap mixing with the musky scent of her arousal – while stepping closer. “Open!” he simply demanded.

She didn’t know why, but before she could think about it, her lips parted obediently. Wide-eyed, she stared up at him as he brought her balled-up panties down and, slowly and with relish, stuffed them into her mouth. Using his forefinger, he pushed them deep in for emphasis. “That’s it!” he nodded in satisfaction. Their roles were completely clear. “Now spread your cunt for me! Show me that slutty, pink hole!”

Nancy whimpered into her panties at the lewd demand. For a moment, she thought about the other cars, people seeing her like this, but the decision was already made. Reaching down with one shivering hand, she placed a finger on each perfectly waxed lip and pulled them apart to reveal the rich inner pink of her pussy.

He didn’t even look down. Instead, he stared into her eyes, waiting for the moment when it sank in just how slutty her demeanor really was. No matter what else happened in her life she would always remember this. He grinned when he saw it, shame mixing into the submissive pleasure in the most beautiful way.

“Very good, Detective McKenna!” he nodded. Shuffling close, he grabbed his cock in one hand and the back of her neck with the other. As he positioned his bell-shaped tip against her smooth entrance, he leaned over her. “You’re an even bigger slut than I thought…”