Nancy's New Predicament

On completion, Nancy was overcome following the frenzied nature of the sex. Leaning against the wall while sitting on her bruised rump, legs splayed, she was just trying to catch her breath, frozen in the moment as her body luxuriated in the orgasm enduced endorphins. She was barely aware of Barretta taking an after shot with his phone.

She remained in place, waiting for the world to turn back to normal while Vincent tucked his cock back into his pants, readjusted his clothes and collected Nancy's thong, placing it in the breast pocket of his jacket.

"Detective McKenna, I trust we are now ready to come to an understanding?" Vincent asked.

Nancy looked up at Barretta through her mask of sperm that was now dripping onto her ruffled blouse. and just nodded blankly, only vaguely aware that he was addressing her.

"Excellent. Now I will be sending you details of certain undesirables that have become a liability to both L.A and my employer's organisation. You will be tasked with arresting them. The circumstances of these tip offs should give you enough cause."

Through the faze, Nancy understood her oncoming reality. Was she on the road to becoming a crooked cop? Whether she could escape her predicament, that was a subject for her to have with herself when she had recovered her cognitive thinking. All she could do for now is nod to indicate she understood.

"Good. I will be in contact in the coming days for your first target."

Vincent exited the bathroom and Nancy just stayed splayed out on the floor, zoned out again.

****

Nancy woke in a panic as she struggled to breathe through her nose. Replaying the most recent events and getting her bearings, she remembered where she was and why she was there.

Nancy had shut her eyes what only felt like a 2 minutes ago, but in actuality 2 hours had passed and it was now dark, with the automatic lights switching off from lack of movement on the floor. Vincent sperm that had plastered her face had dried had glued her left eye shut, while her nostrils were almost fully blocked when his shot had treacled down her nose.

Nancy dragged herself off the floor, triggering the bathroom lights to to switch on again. As she stood fully, she caught a view of herself in the bathroom mirror. The sight of her, dressed in only here white blouse and bra, her pony tail disheveled. The clumps of dried cum around her face, she should have been horrified. Yet as she saw herself, flashbacks of the bathroom, the interview room and the sleazy hotel raced across her mind. In all cases the memory of pleasure trampled over the humilation.

She raced to a toilet stalled and vomitted in disgust. The shame of being treated this way and feeling like she was letting it happen. The embaressment that she could be so easily taken down and manipulated by a mid level gangster regardless of what size cock he was packing in his pants.

As she finished being sick, she grabbed the hankerchief , wetting it in the sink to use as a flanel to wash her face. Once finished, Nancy located her discarded clothes and put them back on, less her knickers. Smoothing down her hair, she exmained herself in the mirror. She still looked awful, but at least she looked passble for strangers to ignore her appearance. She'd have to avoid everyone until she had a proper soak in the bath tub

Checking her phone, it was gone 7pm and she had 3 missed calls and several texts from Syd.

'Where'd you run off to in such a hurry?'

'We got to strategise what our next play with Barretta is.'

'I know you're pissed he walked, me too but we'll get him next time.'

'Guess you headed home. Call me when you've read your messages. I'm worried about you.'

Nancy checked her other phone, disappointed not to have any notifcations. Taking a deep breathe, Nancy left the bathroom, left the precinct, and made her way home.

****

Nancy's body was quivering as her orgasm subsided, Vincent being the only **** to hold her up against the sink area. As her breathing returned and her eyes refocused, she was aware that Vincent was now behind her fully, with one hand holding her arms via the belt. In her stupor, he had removed all his clothes and was now behind her, fully erect. Had she passed out and how long has she been gone?

Using his free hand, he guided his hard member and nestled it against her soaked pussy lips. He began to tease her clit then sheathed himself fully in her folds again, Nancy's tighteness increased by the butt plug.

Holding himself completely in her depths, Vincent did not start thrusting, but only flexed, savouring the tight pussy that quivered around him. Nancy on her part was motionless, the bliss of her orgasm had left her docile and unable to resist. It was only when Vincent started to thrust in and out, did she awaken and go from an empty vessel for him to fill, to a willing party, before quickly becoming a very active participant.

Nancy's juices trickled down her thighs as his thrusts increased in ****, with wet slapping sounds as flesh met flesh, but her resistance gone, replaced with joyous rapture as she thrusted herself back against his pumps. He wanted some more fight from her and Pushed her face down on the vanity of the sink. He resorted to smacking her butt cheeks once more and Nancy's body did respond. Nancy would start to rear back to meet each thrust, eventually matching each of Barretta's powerful strokes.

As they're fucking reached unison, Nancy found her voice again, goading Vincent to go further, faster, harder.

"More! Keep going. Never stop. Harder dammit!. FUCK ME RAW!!!" Nancy screamed as her latest orgasm crashed through her....

Nancy jolted with a start as she woke from her day dream. She was half lying in her bathtub, her faced scrubbed clean and hair shampooed and was enjoying the hot soak before she drifted off. Nancy reached down between her legs to confirm her clit was hard, protuding and sensitive, while her vag was greasy and ready to be taken.

Nancy got out of the bath and wrapped a bathrobe around herself. Towel drying her hair in front of the mirror, as she moved around she felt the soft friction of the cotton fibres tickle her breasts and nipples. Finishing with her hair, she stared blankly at herself in front of the vanity mirror. Opening her robe and letting, first her cleavage, then the rest of her ample chest be exposed to hereself, she reached for her chest and confirmed that her nipples were erect and in urgent need of being played with. As she began teasing herself, her eyes shut as unwanted fantasies of Vincent invaded her mind....

...Being fucked at work, in the police fire exit stairwell, wrapping her legs around his muscular torso. His lips sucking hard on her colarbone as buttons from her blouse that were scattered across the floor clink down the steps, while her nails claw at his thick shoulders, digging in for leverage as she bucks herself against him as his pistoning shaft stretches her spasming cunt....

Nancy bent herself at the waist, one hand mashing her sensitive nipples and swollen tits, the other palming her cunt, then finger blasting herself. Her robe now on the floor, her body breaking out in a light sweat as she raced to climax as the couple in her mind orgasmed together as fantasy Vincent devoured fantasy Nancy in a powerful kiss.

Nancy gasped in pleasure but also in shock as her mind imagined Vincent's and her's passion meeting, while reality had shown him as nothing but sadist to her arousal. Despite being disgusted by her thoughts, her body betrayed her as an orgasm crashed through her body.

Shaking herself out of her state, Nancy finished getting ready and left the bathroom to bed, hopeful for dreamless sleep.