Natalie was ready. She had a mischievous smile on her face, the flag in her hands, and that pleasant adrenaline rush that wouldn't go away until everything was over.

Between the two colorful cars, with engines roaring loudly in threat and display, she couldn't tell which one attracted more attention.

People around her shouted, threw money at each other, fired shots into the sky, and looked at her with desire.

Of course, her leopard print bra made her tits as eye-catching as possible, and the black high-waisted skirt barely covered the curve of her buttocks. To top it all off, she was the one indicating when the race began, so the power associated with that was dazzling.

She loved when people looked at her like that. As if there was anything she could do, and still carry on being called hot and leaving men hard wherever she went by.

Even the competitors had their eyes on her for reasons beyond the wait for the flag to drop. One of them bit their lip and shook his head, trying to focus on his hands and not his lap. The other had long given up, and would only roar and step on it while looking at her with want.

Natalie licked her lips, satisfied. "Look", she whispered to herself, "look as much as you can. You can't touch it anyway…" 

Part of the charm was in that, being unattainable. Which was very good when some of the more grotesque racers came at her wanting her as the night's trophy. Soon men would emerge from all sides to stop them, and she would come out unscathed.

However… that's also why it had been so long since she had a good fuck.

Her life was all about the underground races, so she had neither time nor disposition to get to know anyone far from there. And in that scenario, no one could take her to bed.

Because of that, she tried to be content with the excitement that would always run through her body whenever she was about to start a race. She would cling to that adrenaline rush and enjoy every passing moment as if it was a slow and painful orgasm that could never hit its apex.

And then, her own fingers had to take care of the rest, in the place's filthy bathroom, while everybody was hugging and punching, celebrating or sorrowing the night's results.

Here we go again…

Natalie bounced her hip side to side, and the crowd fell into silence. It was starting. She felt her panties start to weigh, her mouth start to dry, her breasts to heat up.

She smiled at the attentive audience and raised her slender arm with the black and white flag. The night's racers took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly. She scanned each tense face within her reach, finding one she didn't recognize.

He had blue eyes, a square jaw, unruly hair, and a body that set the imagination free. She smiled at him, receiving one in return, and just like that, she already knew who she would think about on her next visit to the bathroom. The discomfort between her thighs grew progressively. She rubbed them together and tested her knees, knowing she would have to squat before the enraged cars passed her by.

The flag dropped at the same instant a siren was heard.

Within seconds, the place was surrounded by patrol cars. Chaos ensued, people bumping into each other trying to get out of there, trying to leave without being detained.

Nobody helped each other because everyone knew that the only way they could have been found was if someone from the inside had given away the scheme to the authorities. And anyone could be the culprit at this point.

Natalie took advantage of her crouched position to survey the area and find some opening through which she could escape.

Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears, and the usual adrenaline had been intensified, leaving her almost breathless.

She couldn't see a way out unscathed; the place was truly surrounded, and people were being held tightly by police officers and thrown into the back seats of countless patrol cars. She decided to run, hoping her stature and agility would help her evade the cops.

She stood up and took off, only to be stopped by a hand on her forearm. She turned around with panic in her eyes, coming face to face with the same blue eyes from the moment of the race. Satisfied, she was sure he was there to help, that he had been concerned about her, and she smiled in relief.

"Come with me, I'll get you out of here," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. She nodded in agreement and let him guide her to a black Mercedes. They weren't intercepted, and she thanked God.

The place was almost empty now; everyone had been caught or was about to be, and the patrol cars were already heading to the nearest police station.

Natalie got into the sports car with the stranger, looking around scared and breathless, suspicious of her luck in not being captured yet. He started the engine and sped off, and she looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Are you insane? We won't be able to get out of here, the passage is closed. Shut this the fuck down and let's stay hidden in here until they leave" se said.

The windows were dark enough that if nobody had seen them enter there, they wouldn't suspect that there were people inside the car. The stranger smiled at her and reached out a hand to caress her face, to which she recoiled with a furrowed brow.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll take care of you." 

Putting the Mercedes in motion, Blue Eyes skirted the area and exited through the main gate without alarming the two police officers who were watching that area. Natalie parted her lips, worried, and dug her nails into the leather upholstery.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. He smiled again, driving quickly through the deserted streets in the early hours of the morning.

"You have the right to remain silent," he replied, and she swallowed hard. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

Oh, fuck, se thought.

Blue Eyes was from the police. He was probably the one who had given away the location of the race. And she had trusted him just because he was handsome.

She wanted to curse herself, to punish herself. She wanted to attack him with her nails and cause damage. She wanted to scream at her panties to calm down because the situation didn't allow for that kind of discomfort, since the adrenaline was the result of something serious this time. She wanted to hit herself until her breathing normalized, if that wouldn't make her even more excited.

No bathroom relief for her for a long, long time.

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She couldn't stop pouting. She had been shoved into one of those all-gray interrogation rooms, and the mere thought that Blue Eyes might be laughing at her through the smoked glass made her squirm in place and punch the iron table in front of her.

Idiot. Such, such an idiot. Fooled by a pair of pretty eyes. Ugh!

The door slammed open with a bang, and she heard that same deep voice muttering to someone that "he'd take care of that one." She rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"Natalie Hauss!" he bellowed loudly, as if he had read the name from a file he held in his hands. After closing the door, he slumped into the chair on the other side of the table. He had the same unbearable smile on his lips, and she narrowed her eyes with hatred.

He was dressed as a policeman now, the navy blue uniform clinging to his broad chest, and the imposing gun hanging from his hip.

"I'm Detective Gustavo Tedesco," he said, and she rolled her eyes. She'd have to stop calling him Blue Eyes now that she knew his name. "I was tasked with shutting down the underground races, and I ended up infiltrating your little group to better plan your downfall," he smiled once again, and Natalie snorted. "Getting straight to the point... what I want from you are the names of the organization's leaders. I'll give you some leeway in your sentence if you provide me with this assistance, so that both of us can leave here better than we entered. What do you think?" he stared at her with those big blue orbs, and the girl took a deep breath, compulsively tapping a knee against the table leg.

Plea bargain... What a joke.

"I think you can go to hell", she growed, altered. Gustavo laughed, laying on top of the desk to have a closer look.

"Come on, princess. I don't have all the time in the world, and we both know that you'll give me everything I want if I look at you for more than two minutes," he looked into her eyes deeply, a smug smile on his face from the arrogance of knowing that she had only trusted him to leave the capture site because he was hot.

Natalie copied his position, leaning in too, the handcuffs weighing on her wrist, and also locked eyes with his.

"Go. To. Hell." she said, pausing, and then, in a sudden movement, used the hairpin she had found in her skirt to try and hurt the stupid cop, sticking the tip into his forearm.

Gustavo roared in pain, tearing the piece of iron from his flesh, where a fat drop of blood formed. He pushed his chair back with all he could and stood up, walking around the table and snorting like a bull. Natalie smiled, satisfied with his anger, without looking at him.

He approached and held her by the hair, forcing her to stand. She did so without ever stopping to smile.

"You must think you're very smart." he murmured, nervously, and pushed her until her face was pressed against the wall. "But don't be fooled, darling. My colleagues' incompetence in searching you will not happen again."

With a strong hand on her back, keeping her chest against the wall, Gustavo bent down, running the other from her ankle to the inside of her thigh, looking for something that couldn't be hidden on her bare legs. He roughly traced the area beneath her skirt, holding large chunks of the flesh of her ass between his fingers, and sliding his fingers through the fabric of her panties, as if a pistol would appear there at any moment.

He ran his knuckles through the wet bottom of her underwear, and laughed dryly against the woman's ear, who squirmed, wanting him to take his hand away at once.

He pressed her bodies against each other, keeping her still, and felt her waist and hips to the smallest detail, releasing heavy air onto her neck. Natalie tried to avoid the hot breath that shivered her pores against her will.

"Let me go, you son of a..." She tried to say, before Gustavo slid his hands to her stomach and went up to her bra, squeezing both cups with desire. In fact, that was standard procedure, he was just making it a bit more uncomfortable for her on purpose.

Her breasts rose and fell, pressed against each other at the policeman's pleasure. And Natalie has always had a lot of sensitivity in her tits, so she had one lip stuck between her teeth, trying to stifle the sighs that wanted to escape her mouth, in anger.

"Sorry, were you trying to pretend like you are not enjoying this?" He said, his deep voice vibrating against her skin. "Because if so, you're gonna have to be more vocal, Natalie. Maybe give me a color, yes?"

She understood what he was saying to the point of perfection. Non-con was her absolute favorite type of kink, afterall. But Gustavo wouldn't go ahead if she didn't make clear she was up for it.

Little by little, she felt more pressure against her body, other than the pistol he was carrying. The son of a bitch was getting excited too, and she couldn't even ridicule him for it after having wet his fingers with the juice that was running uncontrollably between her legs.

"You can't use the fact that you wear that stupid green uniform to do whatever you like, you know" she said, intentionally changing the original blue color of the livery to respond in a less obvious way.

"I most definitely can, you cunt." he laughed. Green, by every BDSM dictionary ever, meant she was fine. So he would only stop if she ever said Red.

Satisfied with checking her bra, Gustavo moved his hands down her stomach again, kneading the fabric of her skirt and placing himself back inside her thighs. She was completely entwined now, so he used both hands, one to press her against his own body and the other to pull up the fabric of her clothes.

She shook herself once more, irritated, and gasped when he held her entire pussy in his hand. The movement made her rub against the officer's erection, who growled against her neck.

Damn you, adrenaline. Damn you, body used to being excited by this type of situation, she cursed herself, feeling her lubrication soak into the uniformed man's palm. He laughed once again and pressed his middle finger in circles on the woman's clit, still over her panties.

She let out a long, desperate moan, curling her toes and punching the wall with her cuffed hands.

"I'm going to sue you, you pervert!" she shouted, as she rolled her hips uncontrollably, seeking more contact.

"Really? Because this seems pretty consensual to me." he jocked, naughty, detaching his body from hers and pushing her onto the iron table. Taking Natalie in his lap, he made her sit on the tabletop and open her legs for her view. "Let's do it like this..." he said, his voice slurred and his eyes darker with lust. "I eat your pussy now, leave you shaking in a powerful orgasm for a few good minutes, and then we go back to negotiating the names I wanted." he winked, unceremoniously ripping off her panties.

"No!" she struggled, pushing him by his strong shoulders. "Leave me alone, I don't want to... Ah!" The protest was silenced by Gustavo's mouth, who sucked her clit without any warning. He rolled the small swollen spot on his tongue, melting it like butter, and sucked until the shivers running through her body could no longer be disguised.

Natalie grabbed his messy hair and pushed him closer to her, unable to complain when that familiar knot in her belly began to form, making her irrational.

The officer licked the entire length, drinking her juice and leaving her pink and ready to receive him. With one last hickey and a stinging bite on the groin, he stood up, detaching his belt and pants in one go.

Still with hatred shining in her eyes, Natalie pulled him by the collar of his shirt towards the middle of her legs, and removed all the buttons on his blouse from their place, exposing his glorious chest, his abdomen severely divided into squares that demanded a tongue, and two blessed entrances. With her sharp nails, she marked his white skin from top to bottom, smiling at his tortured features.

Finally pulling down his pants, Gustavo showed the reason for the need for oral sex before penetration. His cock was huge, thick, full of bulging veins, and as hard as possible.

Natalie licked her lips, anxious beyond control. After quickly putting on the protection, holding it by the base, he still hit the head against her clit, giving painful blows that only made her more excited, dancing her hips on the cold table and twisting her neck.

And finally, upon one more smile, he was inside her.

Deep and strong, he tore into her walls, shaping her lady parts with his cock. Natalie let out a silent scream, almost pulling out strands of his hair.

Gustavo pulled one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, pulled out in one piece and came back even stronger, stealing both their breaths.

He connected their gazes and in one more trust, he started to make them uninterrupted.

The table creaked loudly, just no louder than the moans and growls that filled the soundproof room. Despite knowing that no one could hear them, the policeman tried to silence her, putting his tongue in her mouth and sucking her lips, in a crazy kiss that accompanied the rhythm of their hips colliding.

It was rough, as everything between them had been up until then. Natalie bit his mouth until it drew blood, and then licked it diligently, making him sweat. He let go of her thighs, leaving the area where his fingers were pressed made purple, and unhooked her leopard bra without further ado, throwing it across the room to eat her delicious tits, almost getting them entirely into his mouth.

She threw her head back and arched towards him, which sucked with gusto and bit her nipple as if his life depended on it.

Her hips were starting to hurt with the force in which his groin was slamming against them, the sparse pubes scratching the skin and making the sensation even more interesting.

He moved his mouth up her warm cervix, having difficulty distancing himself from the pink mounds of flesh, so he grabbed one of them in his rough fingers and planted a hickey and a bite on her neck. The girl took advantage of him going up to look her in the eyes, the same slutty smile as always on her lips, and wrapped her handcuffed hands around his neck, the chain pressing on his throat. Gustavo's smile widened, with the difficulty of breathing leaving his head feeling light.

"You dirty whore" he choked, and she rewarded him with a generous lick on the cheek, tasting his salty and extremely erotic sweat.

He thrust in one last time, rotating his hips, before pulling out and getting her off the table. Natalie didn't understand much until she was turned onto her back, her hands supporting her from the push.

"Put this fucking ass up for me, Natalie, and I'll try not to leave you sore" he ordered, and she just fidgeted, bringing her hips up and down quickly, shaking them at will.

Gustavo grunted thickly, holding each side tightly, opening it to look at her and planting a stinging slap on the top of her right buttock.

Natalie arched her back, laughing and pushed herself back, rubbing her ass against him. The police officer spat, watching the white liquid of saliva travel from her ass to meet her wet pussy below. He spread the spit around the area with his thumb, taking the opportunity to make it tremble against her clit, which made her lose her composure and put her head between her hands.

Getting what he wanted, Gustavo penetrated again, filling her until his thighs crashed against hers. Natalie shuddered, with another moan.

"Twerk it, cunt, I can't take it anymore" he ordered, between one or two more slaps that left marks on the white skin, and she obeyed immediately, in the same state as him, unable to find strength to brat any longer.

Gustavo drilled her again without pause, the shock of the thrusts acting like new slaps, such was the force. He reached one hand under her torso, trapping her nipple in a steady grip, the other hand tugging at her long hair as a way of balancing himself.

None of them lasted long. Natalie had been horny for too long, frustrated for months on end without anything cylindrical and hard inside her, without finding the relief she deserved. She gave herself to a powerful climax just a few moments after they'd established the new pace, clenching herself around him so much that it almost hurt.

He kept thrusting, for the minute and a half it took her to orgasm, making the feeling even better. Then he withdrew, quickly removing the condom and stroking his cock, so we could finally baptize her ass, red from his slaps, with his cum.

But Natalie surprised him, turning around panting and kneeling in front of him. She took his hands away in a careless gesture and put it in her mouth, choking a little when she felt it in her throat.

Gustavo breathed a sigh of relief and fucked her throat a few times before spilling out, having all of his juice drunk with pleasure by the interrogated woman.

"Do you always do this?" she asked, almost recovered, finishing getting dressed.

"It's not often that I have a hot, wet woman in my interrogation room" he replied, going behind her, buttoning up his shirt, and leaving another pat on her ass.

They sat in their appropriate chairs, as at the beginning of that conversation. Gustavo crossed his hands and looked at her seriously.

"I need those names."

"And why would I give it to you?" she tilted her head, looking at him.

"Honey... you've already given me something more important today. Let's not be hypocrites" he smiled, naughty, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious. What is in it for me?" she raised her eyebrows, irritated.

"I'll give you less prison time, I'll say that you helped me set up the ambush, and I'll put you in a society rehabilitation clinic to do voluntary work, instead of a filthy cell" he negotiated, smartly.

"And why should I rather do manual labor with boring people for a few years than get fucked every day by some dykes in the prison shower?" she said provocatively, leaning towards him.

"Because the clinic doesn't have a visiting list, which means I can come see you and fuck you better than all your supposed cellmates combined" he winked, roaming his blue eyes longingly over the portion of her body that he could see.

Natalie considered it for a few minutes, studying every line on the officer's face and taking a deep breath. Her body weighed down against the chair, aching in all the right places, her sensitive pussy already yearning for another round.

Imitating his smile, she said: "Alright, Blue Eyes. You have yourself a deal."

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