Unknown - Amy - undercover

He pulled out, his cum soaked prong sliding out of her body, her cuntmouth squeezing closed with an almost audible snap. He held his boated cock head against her wet slit, then thrust forward, driving it down deep into her body, his hips crashing against her buttocks, making her grunt in pain and pleasure.

He slid out of her again, poised at her entrance, and then rammed down balls deep. Each time, he showed his total possession of her, each time, his cock held for a second outside her, then slammed down into her silken depths.

Each new penetration brought a gasp of wonder from the blonde. Each penetration brought a shiver, a trembling of her body that made her limbs twitch uncontrollably.

She came, a long satisfied groan of release coming from her open mouth.

Manuel thrust into her again, then began stroking, pistoning, pumping his steel hard prick in and out of the hot, spastic, clutching fuckhole between her legs.

She came again, her eyes rolling back in her head as the flooding sensations tore through her hapless frame.

Manuel was in a steady, even pace, his tool sliding easily in and out of the girl as his buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell.

Amy came again, her cunt rippling with sexual energy as his thick fuckmeat slid in and out of her minute after minute.

Manuel dropped her legs. He gripped her arm and turned her over onto her belly. Amy gurgled senselessly, her sodden pussy almost bubbling with her fuck juices, her body slick, almost glistening with perspiration, her hair a damp tangled mess.

Manuel pulled her legs far apart and lay atop her, his prick fitting between her soft ass cheeks. She groaned with the weight atop her, her arms lay above her, weakened and helpless by the cums that had rippled through her body.

He rose slightly, his fingers enfolding his gleaming cum-oiled shaft. He held the tip to her crinkled, sweat slickened anus, and then pushed downward, ignoring the feeble, mewls of protest from the dazed blonde.

Amy cringed in pain as his pulsing fuck spear drove downward, shoving aside all resistance, ramming past her assmouth and sliding into her moist sucking rectum.

She whined, her hands flopping, batting uselessly against the bed. Her toes curled, her legs straightened and twitched. Manuel pressed down, impaling her, skewering her tiny asshole with his thick fuck pole.

Amy felt his cockhead going down into her, felt it's progress down the length of her ass tube, felt it hit something, something deep inside her, it hurt.

He pulled back, an inch, then two, then rammed forward again, hitting the whatever, and driving past, or through, bringing a pain like a terrible cramp to her guts.

Manuel felt his balls touch her skin, the skin around her ass mouth. His balls felt good against her sweating skin. He rested there atop her, the girl pinned like a butterfly, his long fuck spike driven deep into her guts.

His teeth fastened on her neck, and bit, his lips sucking.

He pushed himself up, drawing his tool out of her, inch by inch, then he kicked his legs aside and dropped back down, his prong slashing down the length of her anus, embedding itself in her steaming body.

Her body trembled, a groan of pain escaping her. Her asshole was afire with hurt, burning with the tight fullness of his throbbing cock.

He bit her ear, hard, making her yelp in pain. His hands pushed down, and he pulled his cock up. Now he began to stroke. Her rectum was tight, incredibly tight, slowing him, threatening to tear the skin loose from his prick as he pulled it in and out.

Slowly he built up speed, lengthening his strokes, ripping his prick in and out of the tiny hole, his cockhead mashing and crashing against her bowels, pulping her guts with it's steady pounding force.

Amy thrashed beneath him, snivelling and sobbing as the cockpole thudded down into her again and again.

His hands were on her shoulders, shoving her into the bed as he held his chest off her, and started tearing his oily fuckwand in and out of her. His hips drove down furiously, his buttocks clenched as he reamed her out.

Amy's head lashed from side to side as his hips slapped into her meaty buttocks with hard repeated blows that resounded throughout the small room.

For several minutes, the only sounds to be heard were Manuel's grunts, Amy's gasps and sighs, their harsh rapid breathing, and the repetitive SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!, of his skin into her smooth, white asscheeks.

Amy felt herself rising, climbing, clawing upward into the swirling twisting vortex of sexual passion that shattered all else. Her lower body, bruised, and battered, trembled with a fiery sizzling power that built higher and higher.

She shuddered, gritting her teeth against the sheer force of it.

She felt Manuel's teeth chewing at her earlobe, his breath hissing against her as he pumped his cock into her asshole. Then she heard his voice, groaning-"Take my cock!" he groaned.

"Bitch!"

"Fucking whore cop!"

"Take my prick you cop slut!" he hissed.

There was an explosion somewhere deep inside the dazed girl. A raw shattering eruption of power and sensations that ripped through her from head to toe. Convulsions racked her body as she blew into a raging tearing series of blinding orgasms.

jagged bolts of electricity rippled up and down her body. A clamouring screeching whirlwind of noise roared through her mind as her nerve endings were overloaded and seared by endless crackling starbursts of ecstasy.

Manuel grunted, driving his bloated prong far up her guts, and then arched his back and firehosed a continuous spray of hot white jism into her hot sucking asshole.

"Ahhhhh, what a whore you'll make cop! What a hot, sucking little piece of cuntmeat!

Suddenly his arm slid around her and something sharp stabbed her in the side. She struggled briefly, waves of nausea and dizziness quickly overcoming her and sending her dropping into blackness.

When she woke up, she found herself in the back seat of a car travelling quickly down a deserted back rode. She shook her head in confusion, looking blearily around.

"Hello sleeping beauty." a voice said. She turned to find a tall, muscular man sitting next to her on the seat. He grinned down at her lewdly as she looked up at him.

"Feeling better?"

She tried to move her hands and found they were handcuffed behind her. The car continued to bounce along until it came to a small building set in the middle of a clearing. The car stopped and the man beside her got out pulling her out by the arm.

They walked into the building, Amy still fuzzy and weak from whatever had been done to her. There was an enormously fat man sitting at one of the desks. He was wearing a uniform she didn't recognize.

"Looky here Boss." the man next to her said gleefully.

"This here is a Police Detective."

"Is she now Charlie?" the man said contemptuously. He had a deep thick voice that made it hard for Amy to understand him.

Charlie flung her into a chair next to the man's desk.

"Don't think much o' cops." he said with a glare on his face.

"You don't think much at all I bet." Amy gasped. "I want your opinion I'll ask it!" he roared. His hand swooped out and cuffed her on the side of the head, sending her sprawling out of the chair and onto the floor.

Charlie picked her back up roughly and pushed her onto the chair again.

"What's yer name girl?" the boss demanded. "Rebecka Connors." she said angrily.

Charlie grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair and jerked her head up and back, making her cry out in pain.

"How come your badge says Amy?" he hissed. "You'll learn to answer right when we talk girl." the fat man glared.

"Amy didn't answer, her head still fuzzy. "Where you from?"

"N… New York."