It was in the dark of the night when Detective Naomi Westford walked alone on a dim pathway in Central Park. She had just gotten off shift when her "special" informant requested that she meet him there at night to discuss the terms of what he wanted from her, saying it was a big deal that could get her the credit she needed for a promotion. Reluctantly she decided to humor him despite the shadiness of their meet up and his overall tone. She wore her suit grey suit pants and white blouse covered by her overcoat, while it wasn't too chilly she could stand to wear it now. Her suit contrasted slightly with her coal black skin, one could even say she might disappear from sight entirely if she was nude and had closed her eyes, but then that person would be racist and it is current year, therefore that person is worse than Genghis Khan.
Adding to her natural beauty was her taunt belly, tight and firm from constant exercise. Her legs were like wires leading up to the rounded thick muscle of her ass that strained ever so slightly against her pants, enough to make even a priest go "Gotdamn" when she'd saunter by, that's if they weren't busy trying to get a peak between the lovely softballs she had for breasts. She had met with this informant before and he had always delivered with some…less than pleasing requests, the first time was for her to flash him her tits, bare with no bra, the second time she had to show him her bare ass and slap it for him. While it was degrading, she had gotten over half a dozen arrests out of these indecent acts, it wasn't something she was proud of but they got her further up the ladder instead of having to spend her whole life getting to where she was now.
She arrived in a small clearing between the trees, her informant was sitting on a park bench, arms reclined back, legs spread like one of those oh so devious "manspreaders" on the subways that for some reason popped into her news recommendations. He was a tall white Irishman, not from the old country Irish but more of a third generation American with only hints of his accent instead the incoherent pure accent, he at least had the decency to shave his face. All in all he could disappear into the crowd with ease, he stood when she came into view and met her halfway from the bench.
"Almost didn't see ya there," He said with a smug little grin tugging at the corner of his cheek, "maybe you ought to wear one of dem yella vests at night."
"Go fuck yourself John," Naomi spat with a frown, she also had to tolerate these annoying little racist jokes he liked to tease her with, she guessed it was just an Irish mob thing to piss off black people especially if they were cops, "I didn't come here for the Saint Paddy stand up routine, I had a long fucking day and I'm not about to waste my time with your Guinness chugging ass."
The Irish mobster rolled his emerald colored eyes with an exasperated sigh, "I was only tugging on yer coattails, no need to be bringing out the fire lass, besides, I got something that will get you up at the big boy's table."
She gave the shifty Paddy a hard scowl for a moment, there was something about his eagerness that was offsetting for her, it was like he was just itching to feed her this bit of info, maybe he thought she was willing to part with her underwear for it. The detective crossed her arms and gestured for him to continue, he smiled like schoolyard kid getting his favorite Playboy magazine out for a quick rub session, his green eyes glinted with mischief fit for a hundred Leprechauns.
"I over-heard some of the boys that came from Brooklyn were fixing to smuggle out some ordnance o'er to the Isles from down south, but they want the good ole white powder in exchange, some IRA wannabes were looking to use dem bombs for sumthin' devious I hear, lots'a brits are gonna die thy says. Sounds bigger than the odd car theft, don't it?"
Naomi stared at the small time mobman incredulously, this was the sort of thing you go to the FBI or someone else in Homeland to tell them about, a terror attack foiled on American soil all because of her would be more than a step up the ladder it would be at the fucking top of it, "Tell me more."
She must've said that a bit too quickly, because now he was beaming at her with a smug toothy grin, "Ah, 'fraid not my sweet, this is where the bargaining begins."
"John, this is a terrorist attack we're talking about here, an international conspiracy-"
"Which is why I deserve a prize worthy of an international conspiracy, here and now." The mobster said with a smirk, he eyed Naomi from head to toe and closed the distance with her until he was just a breath away, "I want you."
The detective sneered and pushed him back with utter disgust, "I don't think so you fucking pig."
John scratched his head with mock bewildered confusion, "Oh? Then how are you going to find out where the deal's going down? Who's conducting it, where will they be stashing the bombs and the drugs, and how in the blazes are you gonna get the drop on dem without me telling you how? Ya need my full info, and there's only one way to get it sweetheart."
Detective Naomi had a tortured look on her face, this was not just a career maker but the opportunity to save a lot of lives, all she had to do was swallow her pride…among other things it seemed, in order to get this life saving info. The detective had a sickening feeling in the pit of her gut, she'd be risking her career even further by fucking her informant, not that she hadn't already risked it before with the times she flashed him, but he wanted the full real deal now, "What do you want me to do exactly?"
John's eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights, he grabbed Naomi by the arm bringing her closer despite her grunt and protesting frown, his free hand he caressed her cheek gently, "Lets start this out slow, at first."
Naomi's first thought was to find a way to knock his lights out when he laid his hand on her, but she was at a lost when he thumbed her chin to part her mouth just slightly when their lips connected. Her eyes sprung open at first with the initial shock, but she was pleasantly surprised with the gentle nature of their kiss, his lips tugged playfully on her lower lip, coaxing it into playing a little bit of tug a war. Her bottom lip was sucked between the mobster's lips, being subjected to his teeth pinning it between each other and gently grinding her flesh.
John's hands roamed her back and held her firmly against him, he slipped past the coat, grabbing a handful of her ass with his free arm wrapped around the small of her back. Naomi stifled a shamefully pleased moan, she felt a pang of heat in her core from the way John made out with her, she wanted it yet didn't want it at the same time, the taboo and indecision made her sex spark with heated lust.
The man parted his lips from Naomi's and attacked her neck instead, kissing along her pulse, pursing his lips and sucking on the smooth delicate flesh until she moaned. His hands found her belt, unbuckling it with ease, he swiftly unbutton, unzipped, and shoved her pants down her thighs. Naomi's cheeks flushed even though he could not see it, her toned legs lead up to her thick hips and ass like an upside-down V, her green low rise thong panties reached her upper waist whilst managing to barely cover her brown pussy.
Naomi could feel her sex getting wetter while exposed to the calm temperate air, she mewled feeling John's fingers attentively raked down her toned belly, a sharp inhale briefly showed her ribs as his fingers brushed between the helm of her G-string panties. His hand along the small of her back ventured down and greedily grabbed a handful of her thick dark ass, he groped and thumbed her asscrack curiously, "A G-string? Naughty, now, are we? You been fucking someone on the force?"
"Shut the hell up." She growled, no she hadn't been mixing business with pleasure, she wasn't a total whore like detective Rachel May, fucking three rookies at a time or from what she's heard, all at once. She wore the G-string because it was light in the recent summer's heat and it was somewhat stimulating to wear scanty clothing under her suit.
"No need to spit fire darling, why don't you kick off those bothersome clothes, live a little, give us a little show. Stand in just your undies honey." John stepped back, unbuttoning his own shirt in a deliberate slow manner. Naomi reluctantly agreed, kicking off her shoes and socks, wriggling out of her pants with each foot, she unbuttoned her shirt quickly and slid it off with her jacket, the quicker this happened the better.
John whistled lowly at the sight of the detective's near nakedness, her bra kept her girls flushed against her chest, a bit of breast overlapping the green fabric, the sweat on her smooth skin glistened in the moonlight, but the dark wet spot in her panties made him lick his lips, "Loving your chocolate mint theme."
"Go choke on some Lucky Charms!" She said with her arms folded underneath her breasts.
"No need to get all touchy, just a bit of bedroom talk. Now twerk your ass for me, show us what you've got."
With a grimace she turned away from him, arching her back slightly, she bent over and shook her ass, letting the thick assmeat flail and clap together, she glanced back to see him rubbing the crotch of his pants, getting off on her degradation, watching her shake her ass for him like she was some sort of attention starved slutty teen. He whistled lowly and gave her ass a firm slap, watching the flesh rippling with every movement, the sweat of her body glistening in the moonlight, "You can do better than that, really twerk for that info."
With hands on her knees Naomi shook her like she was begging for money, both luscious dark cheeks wiggled in the nighttime air, she shook her hips from side to side and had even planted her hands on the ground to further entertain the crook that held her career making info over her head, "You can stop that sweet cheeks, I see what you're packing now."
His hands felt along her waist, finding their way again to her irresistible round ass, both hands could barely contain so much flesh between their fingers, he sniffed along her collar, relishing the way she trembled before him. With ease he unclasped her bra with two fingers, tossing aside the green apparel with disregard, her small Hershey Kisses colored nipples were erect, aroused from his gentle touches as his hands weighed her breasts, kneading them with care.
"W-will you hurry up already," She growled out, the dark wet spot on her panties growing bigger, "I don't want to be out this late, someone could come jogging past us."
"Then they'll see me fucking you sore, we'll take as long as I want to, and besides, you're gonna want to stay when we get busy." His left hand slipped right between her womanhood and G-string, his middle finger stroked along from clit to base before entering her like a battering ram. Naomi's knees turned to jell as she fell against John, her womanly frame was small compared to the broad-shouldered man, her tits against his chest, "Easy now sweetheart, I'm just getting started."
"Mmm-nggghh," Naomi clamped her eyes shut and pursed her lips, his finger was huge, and it explored her insides with no shame, hitting her in spots that caused her ow arousal to slide down her thighs. John's index finger joined his middle finger, digit by digit they roamed, swirling about and prodding deeper until they found her magic spot, "Guh! Oh, ngggh-"
John whispered in her ear in warm huskily voice, "Don't cum from just a friendly little poke, I haven't even begun to stick you."
"F-fuck you!" She whimpered, his fingers started to rub and pitter patter her G-spot, they left her wanting, being dragged out digit by digit until the came rushing back in and poked her sweet spot, "Ahhh! Ohh, fuck!"
"Oh you will, you will fuck me until you're writhing in the dirt begging for this dick." In an instant he started to rapidly finger fuck her, his knuckles meeting the base of her dripping cunt, the G-string was now soaked in the detective's juices, sliding down to her knees. John grasped Naomi by the back of her neck and pulled her head back so he could see her twisting expression of pleasure and pain, her whimpering accompanied by the wet slapping of flesh to flesh made his cock throb in his pants, "You look about ready to cum already, don't you fucking dare, you don't have permission to cum, beg for it, beg you little fucktoy. No info if you fucking cum."
Naomi hissed and heaved, the threat of going through all of this for nothing hung in her mind, the humiliation of a common street thug pushing her to the limits like this was almost unbearable, "Please- please let me-"
"Fucking louder bitch, louder!" He finger thrusted her harder, his thumb pressed on her clit and rubbed it clockwise madly, her toes curled and tears flowed freely as she used all her will power to keep from cumming.
"PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME CUM! OH FUCK!"
"And what do I fucking get then, eh?" He growled in her ear with hot breath, "Here I am fingering you til you wanna cum, what do I get?"
"I'LL SUCK YOUR DICK- JUST PLEASE!" She cried desperately, fighting the tingling feeling in her cunt, the erection of her nipples, and the nigh overwhelming urge to explode from her streaming crotch.
"Fire away."
Pure bliss overwhelmed Naomi. With a shrill scream she came shaking madly, spraying like a shotgun all over John's hand, her eyes halfway rolled backwards, and a hoarse moan escaped her lips. John smashed his lips against the detective's and dominated her tongue, holding her head steady as he pressed down on her clit roughly.
Like a dog she panted, eyes lolling as she started to come back down to Earth though she found herself still being supported by the crook that wouldn't stop fingering her. She felt third finger squeeze its way through and her nails dug into John's shoulders, her pussy was being stretched to accommodate it, in unison they pumped her pussy in a fast steady rhythm, she was quickly finding that edge once more.
John removed all three fingers from Naomi's gaping pussy, her juices flowed outrageously freely, she was already a shaking wreck and he intended to use that to his advantage. He held up his soaked fingers and made Naomi smell them, "Lick these clean and do it quick."
Not wanting to force John into threatening her info once more, the detective with reluctance stuck her tongue out and tasted her own salty sweet cum, her eyes were shut as she tried to take a finger in her mouth.
"No, you look me in the fucking eyes, you lick and suck my hand clean, but you also look at me." He said tightening his grip on her neck.
With a bit of fearfulness she lapped up his palm, keeping eye contact as she slurped finger after finger in complete arousing humiliation. He must've been satisfied because he dove face first right into her breasts, latching onto a teat and sucking it with aggression, his palm flat against her pussy and rubbing manically. Naomi tried to get her breath caught but the sudden feeling of teeth grinding her chocolate teat made the woman cry out in painful bliss. His fingers found purchase back in Naomi's free flowing cunt like a glove, they abused her G-spot as john nipped on both of her teats, grinding the little pieces of flesh between his teeth.
"Fuck! Oh man, oh ma-fuck!" Naomi cried as John rubbed her G-spot clockwise and tugged her tits hard, he released her fleshy breasts and fell to a knee, motorboating his face against Naomi's fragile womanhood.
The detective's eyes crossed at the feeling of john's tongue wriggling like a worm, it went both clock and counter clockwise, coaxing forth all the juice that could delight him, his hands reached around and spread her asscheeks wide to give purchase for two fingers to give the detective some anal stimulation. She held his head against her snatch, panting like a bitch in heat, "Oh baby, like that, eat that pussy like that!"
John ate like a starving man, making sure that she'd be pushed to her brink for further torture, this tease had a lot of making up to do for leading him on every time he requested a short flash, what she didn't realize is that he was scouting her out for this very occasion where he'd fuck her stupid.
Naomi shuddered and pressed his face against her pussy harder, "Oh, oh- right there- right there! I'm- c-cumming!"
There was no time to stop her as her spray covered him, John wiped his face whilst holding the detective upright from her legs, it appeared she could hardly handle an orgasm without feeling light-headed. He pulled her down and over his knee, her thick dark ass was in the air when his hand came down on a thick cheek, provoking a yelp from her, he brought his hand down again and again until he was certain to be an outline of his handprint on her jiggling ass, "You did not have permission to cum you little slut, I'll give you this little warning otherwise I ain't talking!"
Naomi mewled rubbing her sore asscheek and burning pussy, looking up at John with an embarrassed apologetic face, he didn't let her speak before his cock dangled down in front of her like a halfhard slab of salami. She stared dumbstruck at the pulsating rod of veiny meat in front of her, "I- you want me too-"
"I want you on all fours, and I want you to slobber all over it before you suck it down, start with those balls first, suck them down." He had kicked off his shoes and shimmied his legs from his jeans, his cock and balls hanging low in Naomi's face, her nose wrinkled from the sight, she gulped with disgust. There was a wave of humiliation that washed over her when she smelled his masculine musk, the scent made her cunt burn with lust even with a gentle breeze chilling her juices that covered her inner thighs.
She stuck her tongue out and lashed the pink sack, recoiling from the salty taste at first, she begrudgingly flattened her tongue and got a full on taste of his salty spermbag. Naomi flailed her tongue underneath the warm sack and opened her mouth wide to suck in the bag of meat, massaging it with her tongue whilst suckling on it.
"Oh yeaaaah, suck on it just like that," John sat his hot throbbing cock on the detective's forehead, her mouth suckled his nuts with her warm saliva, her tongue treated him to a delicate wriggling massage. He tapped his nob on her forehead, getting both of her chocolatey brown eyes to stare up at him with indignation and disgust, he was going to enjoy making her choke, "Time for the main course, slobber my cock good."
Naomi spat out John's balls with a pant, her sex was glistening and begging for this thick cock to stretch it into his personal fleshlight, it grew harder with every perverse humiliating thought that crossed the young blooded detective's mind as she pressed her lips against the base of his cock and slide her tongue around it. She slid her pink tongue upwards along his hot pulsing meat, Naomi kept eye contact with John, her body shivered with that perversely smug grin on his face, she flickered her tongue at the tip to get a deep moan from the mobster. Her tongue slid around the salty pre-cum covered head, she herself moaned inadvertently at its salty sweet taste, her tongue slipped to the underside and tickled the split glands with her tongue's tip.
"I taste good, don't I? Get a good taste of that fuckstick." John grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her onto his cock, hitting the back of her throat and forcing the detective to gag, "Suck like you mean it."
Naomie submitted and suckled on his pink pulsing dickhead, swallowing little gulps of his pre-cum mixed in her excess spit, she wanted him to cum quickly so she could get hat she needed and hopefully never have to remember this humiliating episode, though the deeper carnal side of her just wanted to feel his cock twitch in her mouth and fill her belly with his hot white goo. She opened her mouth wider, sliding her plump lips along his veiny cock, sucking until her cheeks were flush against his meat, her eyes watering excessively.
John slid her head back and forth halfway down his shaft, he relished that leaning over to give her thick black ass a resounding smack, she stifled a cry with his cock in her gullet but nevertheless kept on sucking. His grasped her hair with both hands, pulling the cocksucking detective further down his shaft, he saw her eyes flicker worriedly for a moment, making his cock twitch slightly, "I'm going to floss your throat."
"GULKH! GULKH! MMMM-PFT-KULLLK!" Naomi struggled to breathe with the fast thrusting, spittle flew and streamed down her neck as John fucked her face with no regard if Naomi drowned in her own spit or suffocated on his dick, he had even pinched her nose shut as he felt himself reach the end of his rope, "WULK! KKAAAALK-PFFT-"
John slid from her throat but still fucked her mouth in shorter strokes, his head twitched rapidly on top of Naomi's tongue, "Here it fucking comes, don't waste a single drop, you earned every bit!"
He fired a thick ropey strand into Naomi's mouth, followed by three other big spurts, John came out from her mouth completely and jacked his cock to fire three more ropey stands all over the ebony woman's face. Feeling the bubbling salty goo in her mouth Naomi instinctively swallowed it in two big gulps, she scooped up the strands on her face and sucked them down greedily. The woman's pussy boiled like a crockpot, she forgot about her job, the info, and the humiliation, she lunged forward to wrap her lips back around his dickhead.
"Woah, hoho, look at you taking the initiative." Honestly John was pleasantly surprised with the enthusiastic cock sucking coming from Naomi, she furiously suckled and wriggled her tongue for more of his salty goodness, for him to get stiff once more, "I haven't even stuck your cunt and already you're my personal bitch, you just want to be fucked rough, don't you?"
Naomi hummed hungrily in her reply shoving her hands between her legs to play with herself, she fingered and rubbed frantically to alleviate her inferno of lust. A smile creeped across her lips as John grew harder in her mouth, she popped of his cock and with wet frantic kisses she covered his dickhead with her spit, "Fuck me, please fuck me, fuck me!"
John forced her to lie down flat, he pulled her hips back and pressed his dickhead into her folds before thrusting down deep to get that ear pleasing scream. He grabbed her by the ankles and with no restraint he dove deep into her slick tight pussy, "You like my fat cock you slut? You want me to fuck you raw?"
"Fuck me! Fuck me you Paddy fuck!" She cried with tears streaming down her face, the sexual agony being too much as she descended into sobbing, gladly feeling every inch of John's cock stretch her pussy, hitting her cervix like a battering ram demanding entry into her baby maker. Her toes curled as he pushed her legs back farther to angle himself to go deeper, his teeth bit down on her breasts and ravaged her meaty orbs until they bruised to his dental outline. One of his hands slipped between them and forced three fingers into her tight asshole, forcing each digit through to wiggle around to match her frantic wailing, her nails dug into his back, her legs squeezed around his waist as he fucked her recklessly.
John smothered her cries with his hand as he didn't want anyone interrupting him breaking the detective, she wasn't leaving her tonight as the same woman, she was going to be his personal cocksleeve by the time he was done with her. His balls frantically slapped up against her fine ass with a "clop, plop, plop" in a steady rhythm, he grasped the grass behind Naomi as he planted his knees and drilled into her cervix, and with one great thrust he groaned with his cock flooding her womb with his fresh hot load, "That's, that's it! Fucking take it!"
Naomi screamed with her back arching, she flopped back down spasming like she was have a seizure around John's still throbbing cock, its fiery hot load oozing past his veiny meat and down Naomi's buttcheeks. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, her mouth frothing with spit, yet John still fucked her spasming cunt until his cock stopped firing its thick load. John withdrew his fuckstick and slapped it against Naomi's gaping pussy, pleased with his work of art dribbling out of her folds, he rolled her onto her side and slapped her ass, "Right into that fucking oven you cumslut, I hope you didn't think that was all, I ain't done with your fine piece of ass-"
In her state of complete of orgasmic bliss, he fished around her pockets and withdrew her handcuffs with the key. John laid her semi-conscious body face down and cuffed her hands together tightly, he pulled her ass up to her knees and propped it up as he went over to his clothes. If she had searched him before, she would've found two bumpy vibrators, a bottle of lube, and three smaller vibrating eggs, and one roll of tape.
Naomi came down from her high to the sound of tape, something being applied to her tits, she moved her hands only to feel the familiar cold metal of her handcuffs, only on the wrong side of them. She tried to sit up, but she was held face down and gasped as a cold substance and warm fingers prodded her asshole, "FUCK! J-John!"
The Mobster applied the thick lube to Naomi's asshole, "Who's bitch are you?"
Naomi's eyes widened as she laid eyes on the two toys meant for her, "John- wait-"
Slap!
"Ow!" Naomi cried as she felt his palm strike her ass, it came down again on her other cheek to get another cry from her, "Please! Stop!"
John pressed his nose against Naomi's ear, his fingers digging into her asshole, "I asked you, who's bitch are you?"
Naomi bit down on her lower lip when his hand came down again and made her ass sting, "I'M YOUR BITCH! I'M YOUR BITCH!"
John grabbed for his pants pocket and pilfered a dog collar, he clipped it around Naomie's neck, it read "John's Fucktoy", next her took the biggest, bumpiest, vibrator and spread open her asscheeks, "That's right you're my bitch, my dear little Fucktoy, you and me are going to be getting real close for now on."
Naomi croaked as she felt the phallic object breach her unused asshole, it stung and reshaped her asshole to accommodate its girth. Naomi nearly fainted when the machine started buzzing inside her anal cavity, her pussy was instantly on fire and welcoming to the second vibrator. He grasped her by the nape of her neck and had her watch the second synthetic dick slide into her sex craving cunt, she looked up at him with pleading eyes, but reared her head back when her lovebox buzzed to life from the toy. There she was on her back, spasming from two fake cocks filling her holes, John held up his remote for the egg vibrators, setting them to a comfortably high level and watched with smugness as the detective came again, and again, and again from the toys.
Naomi writhed in bliss, her tits and clit buzzed, her pussy was overflowing with juices mixed with cum sprayed from her like a hydrant, and her asshole only made it all the more intense. Her tongue lolled and her eyes rolled, but they fixed themselves on John's half chub when he sat her thick ass up, "Look at the mess you made again, suck my dick clean, Fucktoy."
Naomi glanced up with a humiliated plea, her body was on fire from sensation, yet all he did was smack her cheek with his sticky cock, "It's not going to suck itself."
Lust won out over defiance as she greedily gobbled down his cum covered cock, she fervently sucked and licked his whole cock clean, sucking the excess residue that had glistened over his sack. John patted her head and forced her face back down, he palmed the bases of her vibrators and rotated both of them in opposite directions getting a shrill shriek accompanied with a spray from Naomi's abused cunt.
He removed the vibrator in her pussy, holding her hips upright his cock found its place back in its newly conquered domain, John pulled Naomi up by the hair and whispered in her ear, "Twerk your ass Fucktoy, just like that, just like that, earn your creampie."
Naomi moaned hoarsely as she shook her ass with gusto, she tugged and pulled John's cock with the motion of her hips, getting a drawn-out moan from the mobster. He wrapped an arm around her neck and gently squeezed, his other arm held Naomi's waist back, flushing her ass against his hips as he and the ass vibrator worked in tandem to give her one last earth-shattering orgasm. John squeezed tighter around Naomi's neck until she couldn't easily breathe, she gasped like a fish and felt her core bubbling like a cauldron, "Work for it, Fucktoy, work for that air, you'll feel really good when he fucking cum, work for it you cumslut!"
Her desperate panting hastened into silent cries as she felt it coming, her pussy sucked on John's cock suddenly and exploded with her feminine cum, her toes curled with her feet, her legs shook savagely, Naomi's world spun as the lights went dim and the hot spasming of John's thick ropes of cum once more drowned her womb. Naomi slumped with spittle sputtering from her mouth, John moaned and grunted into her ear with every hard thrust into her baby baking oven, his hips slowed down from the rapid slapping into her jiggly ass.
John moaned with satisfaction, his cum bubbled forth from Naomi's pussy like a stream, he was certain the detective was out cold for now, nothing like a little autoerotic asphyxiation to end their evening together. He gently moved a bit of hair from her face and pecked the side of her head, he couldn't be unnecessarily rough with his new toy, she had to be rewarded for pleasing her new master. John lifted the cuffed unconscious detective over his shoulder, playfully slapping her ass for a final time, "Let's go home."
It was nearly midday when Naomi woke up on a bed that wasn't her own, she was still cuffed, sore, but an overwhelming sense of dread filled her being when she laid eyes on John sitting next to her without clothes on. She didn't say a word as she desperately tried to reason her way out of this nightmare, until she heard the recorded sounds of her sucking on his cock, the TV screen mounted on the all showed her begging for him to fuck her.
"It doesn't take a genius to figure out how our relationship has changed, Fucktoy." John said as he cuffed her chin, string her down as he gestured to the screen, "I show these to your friends, your career is over with and you end up in jail when I tell them you whorred yourself out for your cases. Get the gist? This is what's going to happen, you'll put my rivals away, you get the good girl brownie points, fancy awards, but you're also going to be my personal fucktoy, no other guy is going to touch you, only me."
Naomi couldn't meet his gaze as she realized how easily he had tricked her into becoming his pocket bitch, she begrudgingly nodded to their new arrangements. In a show of submitance she sat back on her heels and bent over, her lips finding the head of his cock to plant a gentle kiss, getting twitch from his hardening meat, "I'll do it, just let me go home after this, I start shift soon."
John rifled his fingers through her hair and pushed his hardening cock into her relenting mouth, "Then we'll need to speed things up, I got all that you need printed already, you'll get it after I fuck your brains out."
Almost immediately Naomi's pussy started to make wet spot on the bed, her head bobbed up and down John's cock leisurely, her tongue flailed along his underside in serpentine patterns, her lips suctioned until her cheeks outlined his fuckstick. She'd gag every now and again but she made no attempt to have him slow down, she hummed with the back of her throat to send sensations all around his head.
John pulled out of her and laid her head flat on the pillows, his thumbs spreads her slightly gaping pussy wide until he filled her to the brim again. His elbows cuffed the backs of her knees perfectly, he started at a steady rhythm, he watched his submissive Fucktoy's face twist into pleasure, she whined when he struck deep into her core like a jackhammer, "Who's bitch are you? Who's fucking bitch are you!?"
Naomi cried out with euphoric pleasure as he pressed her further into the bed, "YOUR BITCH! I'M YOUR BITCH!"
He grasped her round her asscheeks and lifted, John lied on his back, allowing Naomi to rest her full weight on his cock and drive down even deeper as she rode him cowgirl style, "Say it louder Fucktoy, say it fucking louder!"
"I'M YOUR BITCH! I'M YOUR FUCKING BITCH!" Naomi cried as she was bounced up and down John's fiery cock, her pussy started to contract around him sooner than it had before, she started cumming willy with her body spasming uncontrollably, John flipped the over then had her face own once more as he once more plundered her pussy from behind. He grabbed her by the hair and had her orgasm twisted face pointing directly at one of the hidden cameras he had in the room, her dog collar name tag flailing boldly between her large breasts.
"Get ready for the big load Fucktoy, I wanna see your face when I nut in you again!" His hips slapped furiously against her ass, he grasped a handful of her breast and brutalized it between his fingers as his dick swelled inside of Naomi's boiling pussy. The detective's eyes crossed and nearly rolled to the back of her head when that familiar hot lava filled her womb once more, her cry of release rebounded in the room and without John holding her up she fell against the bed carelessly.
John was impressed with himself as his newly acquired fucktoy twitched on the bed, she had been broken faster than he had anticipated yet even then she wasn't properly broken in, there was still some work to do in that regard. Casually he lifted up her head and cleaned his cock off by skullfucking the semiconscious detective, he uncuffed her and held his new bottom bitch against his chest as he thought up on how he'd use her to reign in the other sexy rising star that busted up the Italians and subjugate her too.
Well I had this steamy idea come out of nowhere and decided that I'd link the first story with this one, make it into a little mini-series for your fapping pleasure. Also, please no comments on dialogue that may seem "offensive", offense is taken not given, and I really doubt I need a sensitivity reader for porn, its not meant to be seen by the "polite" society anyways, only by us degenerates.
