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Detective O’Connor was pacing back and forth around her living room, she was hot and bothered and awfully turned on. She would have normally taken care of the issue herself but one person had been plaguing her dreams and fantasies. She knew she had to do something about this feeling, this want, no, this need. She had to have them, claim them, punish them for making her feel weak and so fucking horny from the smallest of touches. Her mind was made up and she grabbed her keys, determined to do something, she wasn’t sure what yet, but she knew it was going to be successful.
You sat idly at your desk, you hated the night shift, more so, you hated the Chief for putting you on the night shift after explicitly explaining why you didn’t want night shifts. You could just tell tonight was going to be mundane and boring, you honestly didn’t even know why you had a night shift in such a small town but nevertheless you worked with a skeleton crew of three other people and yourself. You stood from your desk, intent to fill up on as much caffeine as possible. On your way to the coffee machine, you passed Detective O’Connor’s empty office. Agnes O’Connor had been filling your mind for some time now, she was cutthroat and smart, the two things you loved the most in women. It certainly didn’t help that she had a preference for flannel shirts rolled up to her elbows.
“Have a good evening Amory,” Chief said, sliding past you and pulling you from your thoughts.
“Eat my ass Chief,” you retorted, slamming your empty mug to the bench.
You gave him your best death glare, he should know you were shitty about being put on the night shift, and if he wasn’t already aware, he certainly was now.
“You know, O’Connor said the same thing to me the other day,” he said, not even acknowledging your glare, “maybe you two can bond over your strong dislike of me,” he chuckled making his way to the door.
Your jaw tensed at his words, who the fuck was he to tell you who to get along with. Truth be told, you would love to bond with Agnes over anything but since Chief told you to, you suddenly wanted nothing to do with her. You poured the dark coffee into your cup, filling the mug as much as you could. You took a sip of the bitter liquid and sighed, the warmth running down your throat.
You slowly made your way back to your desk, groaning as you sat down and wrapped your jacket around yourself, it would seem that the department didn’t care if the night shift workers were warm or not. You typed away at your computer, catching up on some files that had to be updated when the door to the precinct swung open.
You raised your eyes to try and see who it was but the view was obstructed by the woman sitting at the reception desk. Then you heard it, her voice. The gruff sound of a ‘thank you’ echoing slightly with the high ceilings.
“Amory Holdover,” Agnes greeted, leaning down and resting her hands on your desk.
“D-detective O’Connor,” you replied, “Chief was just saying we should bond over our hatred of him,”
Agnes snorted and picked up your mug of coffee, bringing it to her lips she took a sip and smiled at the bitter taste. You glanced behind her to see a timid looking rookie and you drummed your fingers against the desk. You raised your eyebrow at Agnes and she had an infuriatingly infectious smirk on her lips.
“This is Dina, she’s covering your shift,” Agnes winked, grabbing your arm and pulling you up, “and you’re coming with me,”
Your eyes were wide as you silently followed the detective. You had no idea what she was intending but you followed her out of the building and to her car.
“Did you drive here?” Agnes asked.
You shook your head and she grunted in response, opening the door to the passenger side door for you. You gave her a smile and got in, watching as she moved to her side.
“Are you kidnapping me?” You asked, a nervous laugh following.
Agnes just chuckled, the sound low and intoxicating, drawing you in, drawing you to her. You kept your eyes on the road as Agnes drove you somewhere unknown. You nervously played with your lips, biting and chewing the plump flesh. Agnes’ eyes would flash over to you constantly but you were too busy trying not to overthink this whole situation.
“Why do you look so worried, little bug?” Agnes asked, her hand reaching over and resting on your thigh.
You tensed slightly at the contact and you felt your stomach do a flip. The woman that you had been crushing on for the past few months had her hand on your thigh and was driving you god knows where after taking you from your night shift.
“I-uh, I’d like to know where we’re going, detective,” you said, your other leg bouncing nervously.
“My place,” was all Agnes said, her grip tightening slightly on your thigh.
You nodded your head and kept looking out onto the road.
“You okay with that?” Agnes asked, looking over at you, concern in her eyes.
“Yes, yeah, totally, one hundred percent, so okay…” you said, not really focusing on what she had implied.
Agnes just chuckled at your obvious nervousness.
“If it wasn’t clear it’s because I want to fuck you,” she said and you choked on your own breathing, “I’d have done it at the station but I don’t want people hearing when I ruin you,”
You whimpered at her words and Agnes chuckled. She took her hand off your thigh to pull the car into park. She stepped out of the car and you could hardly think straight as she opened your door and presented her hand to help you out. You took her hand and she helped you to stand before she pulled you closer to her, her lips ghosting over yours.
“We don’t have to,” Agnes said, “we can go inside and get a pizza and do nothing,”
“No,” you said, your lips still so close to hers, “I-I want this, I want you,”
Agnes smiled wide before she pressed her lips against yours. They were chapped, rough against your own as they moved and slotted against yours perfectly. You moaned against her, your hands finding her face and holding her as close as possible.
“We should take this inside,” Agnes said, pulling away from you slightly.
“Only if I can take you up on that pizza afterwards,”
Agnes chuckled and pulled you towards the door to her house. She unlocked the door and pulled you inside, her lips pressed back against yours before you even had the chance to look around the place. You couldn’t think of anything other than Agnes, the way her lips felt against yours, the way her hands held your cheeks, how her knee pressed between your thighs and gave you the perfect amount of pressure as you rolled your hips softly against her.
“Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted you,” Agnes growled, her lips moving down your throat, “how long I’ve wanted you,”
You groaned against her and began to undo the dark blue flannel. You managed to get her hands off you long enough that you could pull her flannel off and throw it onto the floor. You could see and feel her muscle definition as she lifted you up, her hands supporting your ass. You couldn’t think clearly as she carried you to her room, her lips pressing against your own and down your cheek and all over your neck, anywhere she had access to.
“Christ, Agnes, just fuck me already, please,” you begged, “I need you so badly,”
Agnes cursed under her breath and finally got you to her bed where she unceremoniously threw you onto it. You began to undo the buttons of your uniform shirt and Agnes watched with hungry eyes, her hands resting on her belt buckle.
You got your shirt off and your belt was next, you carefully placed that on the ground, your gun resting still in its holster. You undid the buttons of your pants and pulled the zip down, you weren’t sure what possessed you to make a show out of it but once your pants were down your legs you threw them at Agnes. The older woman growled as she caught them like a football.
“I think you have too many clothes on, detective,” you said, leaning back on your hands.
Agnes threw your pants to the floor and closed the gap between the two of you.
“Since you like to make such a show, why don’t you do it for me,” Agnes growled, her hands hanging by her sides and an expectant look in her eyes.
You swallowed and brought your attention to her pants, that’s when you noticed a bulge at her crotch. You looked up at her, silently asking if it was real. Agnes just raised her eyebrow, waiting for you to find out yourself.
You visibly swallowed and undid the belt, pulling it off and bringing it around your neck. You threaded it through the buckle and pulled, moaning slightly at the newly added pressure around your throat. Agnes’ eyes darkened and her breathing picked up slightly at the sight of you with her belt around your neck.
You let the end of the belt droop down your front as you worked to undo her jeans. You pulled the denim down and groaned, of course she was wearing boxers. You could see the straps of the harness peaking out from under her boxers and it confirmed that it was just a strap. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly disappointed, if Agnes did have a cock it would not only be a first for you but also really hot, having her feel everything you did, if you took her down your throat or when she fucked into you. You had to stop yourself from whimpering at the thought.
You pulled Agnes’ boxers down and she kicked them off along with her jeans, the long, thick purple strap standing proud and right in line with your mouth. You really couldn’t stop yourself from leaning forward and licking a strip up the silicone. Agnes sucked in a breath at the sight and when you began to take the length into your mouth, she moaned as if she could feel it.
“You’re gonna get daddy’s cock ready for you?” Agnes asked and you whimpered, pushing yourself further down.
Agnes hummed in appreciation as you began to gag around the silicone, taking it deeper than you knew you could. In truth, you wanted to take her all the way, even though you knew she physically got nothing from this, you enjoyed it far more than giving head to a man. Agnes tangled her hand in your hair and began guiding your movements, she was softer than you’d have expected. You pulled off entirely, a string of saliva still connecting you.
“You can be rough,” you said with a smile, pushing yourself forward again and wrapping your lips around the head of the strap.
Agnes groaned and gathered your hair into a loose ponytail before forcing you all the way down. You instantly gagged but focused on breathing through your nose as she began to pull you by the hair, forcing you to bob your mouth up and down the length. The sight turned Agnes on more than she cared to admit but she needed to fuck you, to make you cum.
She pulled you off the strap and pulled your head up slightly so she could press her mouth against yours. Her tongue slid into your mouth and you sucked on the muscle making the older woman moan. Agnes pushed your back down onto the bed and moved her lips down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. She bit into your skin where your neck met your shoulder and she sucked, leaving behind an angry red mark, a clear sign that you were hers now. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips at the action, the way she claimed you just made the dark patch on your underwear grow.
“If I’m being too rough just tell me,” Agnes grunted, pulling your hips towards her.
“If I can still walk in the morning, you weren’t rough enough,” you said, your breathing heavy with anticipation.
You saw her eyes darken and a low growl escaped her, the sound making you bite your lip. Agnes grabbed your ankles and pulled your hips towards her, hands making quick work of getting your underwear off you. She placed your ankles on her shoulders and pushed herself all the way into you. You gasped in shock, the strap nestling deep inside you.
“Fuck, so deep daddy,” you gasped, your brain already beginning to turn to mush at the feeling of her inside you.
Agnes just groaned in agreement, barely giving you time to adjust before she began to move her hips. She started off slower than you’d have expected, her thrusts deep but slow as you got used to the size of the strap. When she felt your body begin to relax she began to speed up, her hips hammering into you.
You could hardly breathe with how each stroke hit inside you, fast and deep and you knew you’d have bruises on your hips from the force of her thrusts. Agnes’ breathing was heavy and her hands held firm to your ankles. You cried out below her, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head.
“F-feels so good daddy,” you moaned, each thrust pushing you deeper into the mattress.
Agnes growled in agreement and somehow managed to speed up her thrusts. You felt her hand snake down your leg and then she pressed her fingers against your clit, rubbing small, tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You whimpered and felt your whole body go stiff, your orgasm crashing over you with no warning.
“Daddy!” You cried out, your legs wrapping around her neck and forcing her to stop moving.
“You feeling okay baby?” Agnes asked, her breathing heavy.
You whined and nodded your head, not letting her move. Agnes just chuckled and began to slowly rock her hips again. You whimpered but began to meet her thrusts as best as you could, your whole body sensitive and barely recovered from your last orgasm.
“You look so pretty like this,” Agnes growled.
You whimpered and nodded your head as best as you could. You barely managed to untangle your ankles from around her neck but you did and dropped them around her waist. You somehow managed to pull your body up, despite feeling like actual jelly, and you pulled Agnes forward by the straps of her sports bra.
The thick material barely restrained her breasts and you were determined to get it off her. You pulled Agnes back in for a kiss while simultaneously trying to push the bra up and off her.
“If you want something,” Agnes chuckled, thrusting into you to get your attention, “then ask for it like a good girl.”
You whimpered at the praise and the movement, your breathing still laboured from your last orgasm.
“Wanna see you,” you said, managing to push through the fog in your brain, “see them bounce.”
Agnes laughed, the sound deep and rich and she almost doubled over with laughter. You pouted for a moment, not sure what you’d said that was so funny and you knew it made you look stupid but you crossed your arms over your chest and stuck out your bottom lip.
Agnes stopped laughing and smiled down at you, a hint of humour still in her eyes at the sight of you pouting. She kissed you softly before pulling the sports bra off and throwing it to the side.
Your eyes widened and you instantly pushed yourself forward, cupping one breast while bringing your lips to the other. Agnes groaned softly and began to rock her hips again, slowly at first before gaining more speed.
“It’s not like there’s much to bounce,” Agnes huffed and you could feel the tone of insecurity that was deeply hidden.
You pulled away from her chest with a wet pop and tried your best to focus on what you were saying instead of how fucking good it felt to have her fucking you.
“I-ah, I think they’re perfect,” you hummed, running your thumb over her now wet nipple, “and they move beautifully.”
“Or maybe you just like tits,” Agnes chuckled, deflecting the compliment.
You rolled your eyes and fell backwards onto the bed, letting the surprisingly soft blankets engulf you a little. Agnes followed you down with her lips, kissing you while she began to speed up her thrusts. You cried out and she swallowed the sound with her kisses, a low growl escaping her as her thrusts met some resistance from the way you were squeezing around her.
“So fucking tight.” Agnes groaned, nipping at the skin of your neck.
You whimpered and nodded your head, wrapping your arms around her neck. She panted into your ear as her fingers found your clit and she rubbed small and tight circles. All you could do was sob into her ear about how full you were, how good she was making you feel as pleasure wracked through your body.
“Daddy…” you sobbed, “gonna cum.”
“Go on baby, cum all over daddy’s cock while she fills you.” Agnes grunted, her own hips stuttering as she neared her orgasm.
You felt Agnes wrap her hand around your throat and squeeze, the action making you gasp. It was the final push you needed as you hurtled over the edge, your back arching as you came for the second time that night.
You could hardly think clearly, your brain already having turned to mush with her strokes, but her words were just adding fuel to the fire. Agnes slowed her thrusts down, her breath uneven as she panted in your ear.
“I… I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you chuckled softly, bringing her lips back to yours.
“Anytime hon.” Agnes winked.