Sexually Altered Carbon

Title: Sexually Altered Carbon Chapter 1 - Last Night Before Eternal Sleep
Show: Altered Carbon
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Kristin Ortega / Takeshi Kovacs
Codes: MF, Anal, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Altered Carbon, especially the characters Kristin Ortega, Takeshi Kovacs, Miram and Laurens Bancroft

Summary: After stumbling upon a drugged out Kovacs, Kristin Ortega takes him out for a drink as an apology after her earlier treatment of him. Once he reveals he’s turning down the Bancroft job and going back to sleep, Kristin decides to make his last night special.

Takeshi Kovacs wasn’t having a good day. Now, you would think that a man who had been sleeping for the past 250 years would be grateful at waking up, but not so. After all, only someone who hadn’t been through the awakening / re-sleeving process would think that waking up again would be a good thing. First, they pull an umbilicus out of your mouth, all while you're disoriented and covered in goo. Then, you shower with hundreds of other scared, naked human sleeves.

After that lovely process, Takeshi was provided with clothing. It was a lot more formal then hed have chosen for himself, wearing what passed for a suit and dress shirt. Normally, the Envoy soldier preferred more casual attire, but it wasn’t exactly like they saved the clothing he died in. For one, it was 250 years ago in a completely different solar system. And two, that clothing would have been riddled with bullet holes and covered in blood. His blood…”

“Hi. I’m Kristin Ortega,” a short but highly attractive middle-aged woman said to him. “I’ll be driving you to the Bancroft residence.”

Takeshi couldn’t help but check the woman out. After all, he’d been asleep for 2 and a half centuries, and now he was before an insanely beautiful woman. Based on her facial features, her olive skin tone and accent, Kovacs imagined she was of Mexican heritage, or maybe Spanish. She had wavy, thick black hair that she wore in a ponytail, keeping it out of the way of her gorgeous face. Though slender and short, maybe 100 pounds and 5’2”, she had awe striking physical features of large breasts that were bigger than her frame should carry, as well as a nice thick and bubbly ass.

“Welcome to Bay City,” she added before ushering him to the front door.

He followed the hot driver out, making sure more than a few glances were diverted down to her backside. Like his initial assessment, each subsequent glance confirmed she had the highest quality of asses. How this tiny woman had both large breasts and a thick ass despite her tiny dimensions was a true mystery.

“Hey, hey, hey! What have you done to our daughter?”

The question was posed by a clearly upset middle-aged man towards an employee of the re-sleeving company. Looking over and eavesdropping, which was easy to do given the volume of both the father and the security guard, Takeshi Kovacs learned that the company gave the man’s 7 year old daughter the body, or sleeve, of a woman a good decade older than the kid’s parents.

“She was murdered in a hit-and-run,” the irrate father stated. “The law says she gets a free sleeve.”

“That one's free. If you don't like it, pay for an upgrade or put her back in storage,” the guard shouted back.

“They put a kid in that old lady?” Kovacs asked the driver, whose name was Kristin Ortega.

“Victim restitution,” she responded. “The state just gives you what they have on hand.”

“It's very humane,” Takeshi commented, dripping in sarcasm as they walked out towards the vehicle.

“You don't approve?”

“They don't have that where I come from,” Kovacs replied as he stepped into the hover car.

“And where would that be?” Kristin asked.

In fact, that was her first of many questions she asked him as they drove to the Bancroft residence. Kovacs said very little about himself, and that what he did share was vague and not very helpful to the oddly chatty driver. But maybe this attitude was common on Earth. After all, it was his first trip to this planet.

However, the chat was illuminating for the Envoy Corps soldier who’d been asleep for the past 250 years. Especially since he’d never been to Earth before. He learnt that his employer was Laurens Bancroft, and he was insanely rich. He gathered that Bancroft had power and influence in order to get Takeshi out of storage when he had a lifetime sentence, but apparently he was one of the founding Meths. He didn’t quite understand the term, but it meant he was over 3 centuries old and had more money then he could spend…ever.

“You see those trees, right?” Takeshi asked his driver as they prepared to land on the Bancroft estate.

“I see them,” Kristin replied, and yet the car still headed towards them.

Dodging the trees at the last minute meant that as they landed, they came in too hot and too off-kilter. This equated to the front end of the flying car plowing through 10 feet of grass before coming to rest on a walkway.

“Really stuck that landing,” Kovacs commented as she opened his door. “You're not a driver, are you?”

“I said I worked security,” Ortega replied, showing off her Bay City P.D. badge. “I didn't say for who.”

“So this hasn't been a conversation, it's been an interrogation,” the ex-Envoy summed up. “You wanna know who I am? Takeshi Kovacs. Look me up.”

Kristin’s eyes went unfocused as she looked him up on the spot through her neurolink, getting the digital read out right in front of her eyes. However, the information simply couldn’t be true. He couldn’t be this Takeshi Kovacs.

“You can't be who you say you are. All the Envoys died,” Kristin stated.

“All except one,” Takeshi replied as a dozen men in suits with guns in their hands arrived.

“Not another step, Ortega,” one of the security guards yelled.

“Oh, come on. I'm Bay City PD and you know it, Curtis,” the detective shouted back at them. “Lower your weapons and tell me where your boss is, because I really would like a fucking word.”

At that moment, a gorgeous older blonde in a clearly expensive dress came walking towards them. “Lieutenant Ortega. You're trespassing on private property. And apparently, you've stolen one of our limos as well. Leave immediately and no further consequences will fall upon you.”

“Funny. I was just leaving,” the beautiful detective said with a smile.

* * *

Takeshi Kovacs, last Envoy Corps soldier was well and truly fucked up. Having bought an entire school bag worth of Earth’s best street drugs and taking them liberally, he was essentially stumbling down the streets. He had no destination, nor a care in the world. He’d be rejecting the offer of employment, and thus put back to sleep for, well, ever. Therefore, he figured getting insanely high was the best course of action only his only night on Earth. However, he started to take a really bad trip as some of the digital holograms started getting too intense. Spiraling, he dropped down to his knees, covering his ears and eyes to try drowning it out, but it didn’t work. Then suddenly, it did work.

“What the fuck?” Kovacs said as all the yelling and chanting stopped. It stopped at the same time he felt a small prick against his neck. Reaching back, he felt a small metal disc at the base of his skull.

Before he could ask, a familiar feminine voice in an unmistakable accent filled him in. “It's a broadcast blocker,” Kristin Ortega explained before adding: “Peace offering.” When he didn’t respond, she sweetened her offer. “Wanna get a drink?”

“You know, I'm perfect right here,” Takeshi bantered back from his fetal position on the dirty street. “What are you doing here?”

“Following you,” the cop answered. “That's what police do to psycho-terrorists.”

“Come on, you cannot call me that,” Takeshi protested.

“You could tell me what Bancroft wants you for,” Kristin retorted.

“I could tell you it was your case. And you fucked it up,” the ex-Envoy replied as he regained his feet.

“Are you high?” Kristin asked, seeing the massive discs that his pupils were. “Yeah. You're high. Just forget it.”

“Wait, wait,” Kovacs called out as she turned to leave. “Uh Uh Let's just start over, okay? I'm Takeshi Kovacs.” When Kristin didn’t reply, Kovacs poured on a little more charm. “Oh, that's right, I forgot. You don't approve of the Uprising-era killing machine.”

With a grunt and the smallest of smiles, Kristin finally replied. “You want that drink or not?”

“I'm gonna pick the place,” Kovacs said with a grin.

Takeshi, with only one night on Earth before an eternal slumber, naturally chose a stripclub for his drink with the gorgeous Latina woman. Rather than sit in the audience, Kovacs walked right up to the bar in front of the main stage, frequently called perverts row.

“How do you know it was my case?” Kristin asked as they ordered their drinks.

“It's called Envoy Intuition. Total absorption of everything around you without preconception or assumption,” he replied, his eyes never leaving the naked dancer in front of him. “I see the details.”

“Or you just got lucky,” Kristin bantered.

“Luck isn't a word I'd associate with myself,” Kovacs replied, somewhat darkly. “So why would you care what happened to Bancroft?”

“He wanted me reprimanded when I couldn't find his killer,” Ortega replied after a long sip. “Tried to screw with my career, which means with my life. And he's still fucking doin' it.”

“You saying you didn't deserve it?” Kovacs questioned.

“I'm saying I polygraphed the wife at her own insistence. She passed without a twitch. We chased down every lead. Friends, enemies, people with opportunity and motive, and we always came back to the same thing. Laurens Bancroft locked himself in his study and blew his stack out,” the detective explained.

“And conveniently forgot that he'd be resleeved less than an hour later?” Takeshi asked with a wry grin.

“Are you a moron or just an asshole? There's no Bancroft case!” Kristin nearly screamed, her blood heated.

The two stared at each other for a long few moments until Kovacs felt the waitress approaching. “We'll take the check.”

“No,” Kristin ordered the server away. “We're not finished here.”

“Listen. When a sleeve has been slabbed for a long time, the body keeps making hormones. Did you know that?” Kovacs asked the gorgeous Latina.

“Yeah. Everyone knows that,” Kristin replied.

However, she was calmer now and her mind made the connection he was hinting at. It made her look at him appraisingly now. The sleeve, or body, he was in was certainly nice enough. Tall and muscular, her preferred physical type. Though he was a little more Nordic looking then she typically went for, that didn’t mean she didn’t like what she saw. However, he was an Envoy…which both made her worried given their history with terroism, as well as more than a little excited.

Since he didn’t get a reaction out of her yet, he continued. “You know that first time, when you're fresh out of the tank…”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ortega interrupted, but with none of that fire she showed earlier.

“I'm thinking since you took me out for a drink…” Takeshi pressed, everything about his horniness levels true.

“You're paying, and one more time, you're just an asshole,” Kristin bantered back.

“Not the first date to call me that,” he grinned. “And do you know what my Envoy Intuition Is telling me right now? Without question or reservation?”

“What?” Kristin asked, leaning in and even subconsciously biting her lower lip.

“That you wanna ride me like a prize-winning bull. And more importantly, you want me to fuck your living brains out,” Kovacs told her, his eye contact never breaking.

“Is that so?” Kristin asked, not denying his guess. “So you’re really going to say no to Laurens Bancroft and his bottomless funds,” the gorgeous cop reiterated.

“Some things can’t be bought. Like me,” Kovacs replied.

Kristin seemed to weigh those words heavily in her head. Coming to a conclusion, she waved down the waitress. “4 more shots.”

“Alright,” the last Envoy laughed as the waitress returned a minute later with their drinks. However, he was in for a surprise as Ortega drank all four, one after the other. “Hey?! What the hell?”

“You’ll get over it,” Kristin replied before pressing Takeshi’s finger against the digital check the waitress was holding, paying their bill with Bancroft’s money. “Besides, I need…parts of you functioning.”

“Oh?”

“You have rooms upstairs?” Kristin asked the loitering waitress.

The woman nodded her head in answer, at which point the pretty cop was already demanding the closest room available. The waitress told her the room number and directions, at which point Kristin paid for it with another press of Takeshi’s finger against the digital screen.

* * *

The two never made it to their rented room. Instead, they climbed the stairway to the next floor up and pushed open the first unlocked door they found. In this case, it was a large dining hall that was fortunately going unused. And another stroke of luck had the dining hall have only one entrance so after they went through the doorway, she slammed the door shut with haste and latched the dead bolt.

Before the pair exchanged any more words, Takeshi had taken the initiative and acted. As she stepped away from the door he pulled her in towards his much larger frame, backing them up until his ass could rest on one of the sturdy wooden tables. The seated position allowed for their massive height difference to become more acceptable, allowing for their kiss, which started gentle before graduating to deeper and more intense.

“God, you’re fucking sexy,” Takeshi muttered, grabbing a healthy amount of her impressive bust.

The kiss was escalating extremely fast at this point. In the span of a few heartbeats they had their tongues battling against one another as they roamed the other’s body. Kristin had reached up to gripped the back of his head and pulled him tightly against her while Kovacs did likewise with one hand, except on the small of her back. His free left hand aimed lower after starting off rubbing between her shoulder blades as it ended up on her small but bubbly ass overtop her painted-on pants.

“Mmhmm,” she moaned, for which he followed suit as well.

After another minute of eating each other’s faces, Takeshi let his hands wander over her body again. As they went over Kristin’s skinny shoulders and onto her ribs, his palms contacted her tits, which instantly made him pause. Despite being a very petite woman, Ortega sported a large pair of breasts. Sure, they were made to seem larger because of her tiny frame, but that didn’t change the fact that they were a hearty C cup on a woman weighing maybe a 100 pounds and standing just over 5 feet tall.

After letting the massive man have another pawing of her boobs, Kristin broke the kiss so she could look into his eyes. “Go ahead,” was all she said.

Takeshi knew exactly what she meant by that comment and so did. First he helped her shrug out of her jacket before grabbing the bottom of her shirt. Though this too was extremely fitted to her body, Kristin helped by lifting her arms. That, and his Envoy strength easily allowed the shirt to be pulled over her head before he tossed it aside. Now only with a bra covering her upper body, Kovacs leaned forward and bent his head, Kristin drew her chest a little higher and arched her back to allow him more room to operate. Right away she felt a kiss along her collarbone before the next one planted inches lower, right at the start on her breast.

“Amazing,” was all the Envoy muttered.

The big man took his time, opting to tease the hardened cop rather than let his animalistic nature loose and overwhelm her. After a third kiss between her deep cleavage he surfaced from between the pillowy globes so he could lip lock the tiny detective again. This time it was Kristin’s hands that went to his chest, but rather than grope, she opted to undo his shirt, one button at a time.

“You looked hot,” Kristin commented as he flashed her a smile before leaning in and kissing her neck, allowing her the room her hands needed. “Mhmm…yes. Much better.” She added after peeling his shirt from his shoulders.

As the Envoy soldier took over and finished removing his own button-up shirt, Kristin took the time to appreciate his body. Quite frankly, the sleeve was perfect. Not only was he tall and handsome, but he had a muscular physique that was ideal of her - ripped but not super bulky. He had a nice flat stomach with the outline of his abdominals which upped Kristin’s hormone levels.

“Ay Dios mío,” Kristin swore in Spanish

Of course Kristin didn’t get too much longer to appreciate the giant blonde’s body because as soon as he finished removing his shirt from his arms he sought her mouth back out. After a flurry of kisses to her mouth, neck and collarbone all while his hands roamed her petite yet curvy body, his fingers settled on the clasp of her bra. Without having to break their kiss, the Envoy soldier unhooked the garment before pulling the bra from her body, and thus rendering the gorgeous black-haired woman topless.

“Fucking hell, these are beautiful,” Kovacs gushed, holding each of the weighty breasts in his hands.

His staring admiration lasted for only another second before leaning back in close to her tiny body. He had already tested the waters with his softer kisses when she was still in her shirt so this time he went right at them. Kristin’s breasts were gorgeous and perky and her nipples were already hard with just the graze his thumb made over their pink surface. Without another moment’s delay, Takeshi bent low and immediately captured one of her nipples in his mouth, gliding his tongue along her erect nipple all while applying suction.

“God yes! Suck my tits,” Kristin cooed, cradling his head in her hands to help him suckle harder.

After another few seconds, Kovacs broke his air-tight seal on her left tit and stood straight so he could kiss the curvy Latina once more. This time as they locked lips their naked chests pressed against each other, Kovacs feeling her heavy tits crushed against his more muscular frame. However his mouth yearned to be back at her tits so he leaned back down and captured a nipple back between his lips, this time the right one, while his hands made short work of undoing her pants.

“Get these off,” Kristin demanded.

Even though it had been well over 250 years since he’d been with a woman, especially one as pushy as Kristin Ortega, Kovacs knew what she wanted. As he latched his fingers down the waistband of her pants and pulled them downwards, the tiny woman wiggled her hips to help accommodate the request. Though the pants were practically painted on, the two succeeded in removing the garment, at which point Kristin kicked off her own boots to stand completely naked in front of him.

“God! How weren’t you created in a lab,” Takeshi complimented the flawless human in front of him.

At this point Takeshi's hands were working overtime, all while his mouth stayed in an intense lip lock with the much smaller woman. He felt like an adolescent with ADHD as his hands constantly bounced between squeezing her big boobs, using finger and thumb to roll her surprisingly small nipples. The next instance he would be cupping her shapely ass, giving it a firm squeeze and hearing her moan into his mouth as a result.

“I’m happy you like what you see,” Kristin cooed her appreciation.

As good as kissing and groping her was, Takeshi needed to taste the petite Bay City cop. In a controlled burst of motion, Kovacs lifted her off him as if she weighed nothing before settling her back down on top of him but with him seated and her with that bubbly ass in his lap. If Kristin Ortega felt exposed sitting on the psycho-terrorist’s lap then she had a funny way of showing it as she spread her legs wide for him. The two had their eyes locked on one another as his fingers began rubbing around the edges of her mostly bald snatch, gathering the fluid that her pussy was already gushing. Just as his middle finger dipped into her pinkness they kissed once more, with the lip lock deepening a moment later as a second finger stretched her out.

She was tight despite her age, mainly based on the fact she was a tiny woman. Kovacs was constantly switching between fucking her snatch with two fingers in a slow, careful approach before he withdrew one so that he could literally fingerblast the petite Bay City cop. Right when Kristin thought she had the blonde man figured out he would pull out completely so that his thumb could circulate right on top of her clit and drive her absolutely wild.

“Jesus you have magic hands,” Kristin moaned.

Since the completely nude Latina was only capable of moaning away, Kovacs occupied his mouth by sucking at her neck. That lasted all of a half a minute before he lowered his head towards her number one asset and sucked on the closer boob, capturing her pink nipple with his lips. As if in response Kristin simultaneously arched her back to better present her ample tits to the man while using her free hand to massage her other boob.

Realizing that his mouth could be used to finally taste her, Kovacs slowly lowered the big-breasted cop down onto her back while scooting his ass backwards. As if to sample, the tall blonde did a quick lick of her entire snatch, tasting her copious juices which tasted sweet like honey.

“Oh yes, please eat me,” Kristin practically begged, now using both hands to grope her sensitive tits.

Planting his lips against her lower ones, Kovacs used his tongue to make a half dozen swipes deep into her honey pot before venturing north and creating suction against her clit and sucking hard. Based on her unending amount of moaning he knew both were feeling fantastic for her, but he couldn’t tell which one she preferred so after 5 seconds of hard sucking he went back to skewering her pussy with his tongue.

“Finger fuck me again, magic man,” Kristin muttered, finally using her mouth for something other than screaming.

“Man! You got quite the mouth on you,” Kovacs commented with a laugh.

Pivoting from one oral sex move to another, Kovacs smoothly entered his pointer finger into Kristin’s twat until it was buried to the hilt. Not content to use only his hands, the giant blonde would curl his finger so his tip would rub her sensitive G-spot everytime he pulled out or pushed in while his tongue took long swipes at her pink folds.

Much like his earlier technique, Kovacs kept the same basic action but with variety. He was still using a finger to pump inside Kristin’s moist snatch but sometimes it was fast while other times it was slow. Likewise with how many fingers, and now that she had loosened up even more Kovacs found he could finger blast just as fast whether it was with a single digit or two. All this happened while he took turns either peppering her clit with his tongue or applying suction while in a tight lip lock.

“Damn you’re tasty,” Kovacs commented about the squirming girl on the table before him.

“Ah! Oh! Yes! Keep going,” Kristin pleaded, one hand being used to grip the back of Takeshi's head and keep him pressed firmly between her thighs.

Even though this was his last night on Earth, that didn’t stop Kovacs from bringing the petite detective to orgasm instead of stopping so they could start fucking immediately. However, the Envoy always found getting a woman off so fucking sexy, especially one as verbal and physically absorbed into her pleasure as Kristin Ortega clearly was.

“So close,” Kristin cooed. “Let me at my clit and you use that finger up my ass.”

Kovacs was so stunned by her words that all his momentum nearly stopped dead. However, he recovered quickly enough and did as the extremely skinny yet busty detective demanded. Moving away from her clit so she could take over, Kovacs orientated his mouth over her pink opening before driving his tongue deep within her pink folds. After a quick deep into her pussy with his right index finger, Kovacs smeared the juices he collected against Kristin’s crinkled rosebud and applied pressure until the sphincter gave, easier than he thought actually.

“Oh fuck! Yes! That’s it,” Kristin screamed as she gyrated above him on the wooden table.

Normally Kristin didn’t ask a guy (or girl when she swung that way) to finger blast her asshole within 15 minutes of meeting them, however Kovacs was showing immense skill in eating her pussy out. However, being this close to cumming the petite Latina threw all decorum out the window so she could achieve the rare release.

“I’m cumming,” Kristin shrieked. “Oh God YESSSSS!”

Kovacs waited for his just rewards after hearing the scream and feeling the hands on her head tighten. Sure enough a tide of gooey honey came like a typhoon, coating the blonde man’s tongue. The kneel guy was right on hand to lap it up and devour the cum before going right back inside Kristin for more of the delicious cum.

“Well shit you’re tasty,” Kovacs commented, rocking back up onto his feet once done savoring every last drop of her essence.

Rather than melting into a puddle and needing some time to recoup, Kristin rolled herself off the table and was pulling the much taller man down to her level to kiss him deeply. As her head cleared from the euphoric experience, she could taste herself on Takeshi's tongue, which only made the detective kiss him even harder.

“I’m giving suck your dick so well, you’ll remember it for the next 250 years,” Kristin told him, meaning every word.

“Well alright then,” Kovacs smiled broadly.

Kristin was obviously no rookie when it came to giving head. In fact, the petite Latina took great pride in her oral ability. After spinning her much taller partner around and pushing him back so he was half leaning with his butt on the edge of the table, Kristin didn’t have to so much as drop to her knees as opposed to simply bend over, such was their height disparity.

“Oh fuck,” the handsome man moaned as Kristin started her work.

Despite her hardened attitude, the 35 years old had given countless blowjobs, though a conservative estimate would put it into the thousands. Therefore, she had given different types of oral sex based on the scenario. So for tonight she opted for a not-too-slobbery variety of knob shining, enough to get the guy coated in her spit without leaving long tendrils of her drool all over the place. And given the fact that they desperately wanted to fuck each others brains out, the fiery cop went with a fast pace and loosen her throat so two-thirds of his lengthy pecker was bobbing into her mouth at any given time.

“Glllkkk….gllllllkk,” Kristin’s mouth moaned as she coated his dick in spit.

Showing Kovacs that he wasn’t the only one in the room well versed at oral sex, Kristin really showed her stuff. While still maintaining her neck-breaking speed the petite detective moved upwards so her lips were only gliding down his tip and the following 2 inches. It allowed for her to appear as a blur as he looked down and watched her impressive display.

“Got a beauty dick here,” Kristin commented as she pulled up for air and to let a large glob of spit fall from her mouth and land right on the tip of his cock, instantly getting worked into his shaft by her fast-pumping fist.

“Oh well thank…mhmm God!”

Takeshi's acceptance of her compliment was cut short as the black-haired woman totally surprised him as his eyes were closed. As her hand continued stroking the entirety of his pole Kristin had gotten to her knees so she could use her lower vantage point on his sack. With what looked like a smile on her face, Kovacs had kept his eyes locked on the petite cop as she gleefully sucked on one nut before switching to the other, all while her hand never slowed as it jerked him off.

Now getting to show him what she was capable of, Kristin was truly in her element. Knowing that this was his first and only night on Earth, the detective worked through all of her tricks and greatest hits. Whether it was guzzling both his nuts at one time or using her tongue to lick up the underbelly of his dick, she did it all.

“Need to fuck you know,” Kovacs grunted after only a couple minutes of her oral attention.

Once Kristin finished sucking on his left nut and spat it out, she immediately agreed. As the petite cop began climbing to her feet, Kovacs helped her out by hooking his massive hands under her armpits. Hoisting her up into the air he effortlessly carried her 100 lb frame to the nearest table, settling her down on her back and stepping between her thighs.

As Kovacs looked down at Kristin, he rubbed his tip through her pink folds, loving how utterly drenched her pussy was. The entire time she was sucking him off, Kovacs was planning how he wanted to fuck the Latina and missionary seemed best for now. After all, it afforded him a perfect view of her best asset, which were sure to be bouncing up and down with each and every stroke into her cunt.

“Get that dick in me now, Kovacs,” Kristin demanded with zero subtly.

With dick already in hand, he rubbed his tip through her folds to mix her pussy’s sweet fluid with the thick amount of spit she left behind on his dick. Once he had his head lined up with her tight hole he pushed in as a smooth motion and watched as the first several inches disappeared into her snatch.

“Ah! Oh!” Kristin cooed as she was penetrated.

Kovacs tried to soak in the entirety of the experience. As he kept his cock pumping slowly albeit smoothly into her bald snatch with half his 12 inches he noted how beautiful the girl was, and also how good she was feeling. With her legs spread wide she was inviting him to fuck her as her own fingers continuing slowly rubbing her clit. Her mouth was wide open as low moans of delight escaped constantly while her pillowy tits were bouncing up towards her face with every thrust.

Remembering that he was supposed to be doing more than staring and drooling at the gorgeous woman, Kovacs focused back on the task at hand. Rearranging her legs so one was flat on the table and the other up on his shoulder allowed the big man to work another inch into her tight snatch while fucking a little faster as well.

“God, you feel great,” Kovacs grunted.

As if to encourage his positive work thus far, Kristin let her leg drop from his shoulder so she could wrap both around his waist. Kovacs instantly stabbed her cunt a little deeper when her heels dug into his backside. Kristin grunted with only a flash of discomfort from being forced open by his massive cock, but that mere moment of pain allowed the Envoy to pump into her with another inch or two of depth. Well worth the trade.

Determined now to bury his entire meat pole inside the sexy cop, Kovacs sacrificed speed and smoothness and instead did deep hard thrusts into her pussy. Kristin knew what he was after so simultaneously used her legs to spur him on while her hand went back to her clit and rubbed furiously. Between Takeshi's determination and Kristin’s encouragement, the pair were able to overcome her natural tightness and get the big blonde to be buried completely in her womb.

“Tu puta madre,” Kristin swore in delight. “So big. So good.”

Kovacs made sure he enjoyed every second of his encounter with Kristin Ortega, though it would have been impossible not to at this point. Her athletic legs were still wrapped around his waist, spurring him on while her tits were now bouncing with more intensity now that he was plowing into the petite detective harder.

“Fuck me,” Kristin moaned, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

Picking up speed, Kovacs did just what she wanted. At this point, Kristin and Kovacs were little more than hungry bodies banging together in search of release. Not that whether one minded that they were being used by the other for sweet sexual release, in fact they were both having a pleasurable time, although Kristin once more was enjoying herself a little more.

“Like this?” the tall blonde asked, clearly in a rhetorical manner, slamming his thick cock into her with enough force to shake the table and her big tits with each thrust.

“Uhhh, yeah,” the fiery cop grunted as she met each of Takeshi's thrusts with as much zeal as he was giving her.

Hearing the tone of Kristin’s voice rang through to the big blonde man. It was likely Envoy Intuition, but as he looked down and found the signs he was looking for. Kristin’s eyes were glued shut and her mouth wide open, letting loose a torrent of moans. These observations were coupled with her nearly spastic squirming on the tabletop and her hand rubbing with more conviction on her clitoris.

“You wanna cum again,” Kovacs correctly pointed out to the flush Bay City cop.

“Oh yes!” Kristin agreed. “Make me come with your fat cock.”

As Kovacs continued to pound into her with everything he had, the big man realized that he wasn’t in too much risk of blowing his own load yet. Despite the fact he hadn’t hooked up with anyone in over 2 centuries, he was pleased to discover he wasn’t getting dangerously close to popping. Which just meant he could extract more pleasure using Kristin Ortega’s insanely fit body.

“Almost,” Kristin moaned, her body starting to quiver as if getting ready to erupt.

Motivated by a sense of pride, the male bit down on his lip to take his concentration away from his own pending orgasm and plowed as deep as he could into the big-breasted detective. He pleaded with her to rub her clit harder and faster, all while he used only a portion of his cock to fuck her, allowing more of his shaft to keep her pressed open and deliver deep thrusts.

“Oh Lord…I’m cumminggggg!” Kristin responded, her back arching as her orgasm hit her full force like a ton of bricks.

As she clamped down on his cock Kovacs gritted his teeth in hopes of riding it out. He knew that she came hard based on the death grip her pink lips gave his tongue when he brought her to her first orgasm, but the sheer grip strength her pussy gave his dick now was unreal. However through stubborn willpower Kovacs found a way from popping his load into her pussy and eventually started to slowly make small thrusts as Kristin’s orgasm wore down.

“God you’re a fucking stud,” Kristin complimented, sitting up on her elbows. “Give me two orgasms and still resist the urge to cream inside me.”

“I meant when I said that there is no one like me,” Kovacs replied, still lightly pumping into the detective.

“Help me up,” she asked.

At once, Kovacs respected her request by pulling out promptly and stepping back. As he helped the tiny detective off the table and back to her feet he couldn’t help but notice the glistening layer of Kristin’s juices coating his manhood. The skin of his shaft was slightly red from the friction as it stood proudly out in front of him.

“So this is really your last night,” Kristin asked, trying to confirm things before going further.

“Last night…ever,” Kovacs confirmed. “Why? Wanna make all my dreams come true?”

“Maybe,” she replied with a naughty smile.

“Then you're letting me put it in that amazing dumper of yours?”

“Butt man? Should have known,” Kristen rolled her eyes, though the smile never left her lips. “Well I guess I do have an obligation to make your last night worth it…”

“Mmm…that’s what I’m talking about,” the Envoy grinned broadly.

“I have lube in my pant’s pocket,” Kristin stated as she stood and leaned over the table, resting her hands on the top to support her weight.

“You carry lube around in your pocket,” the guy replied, stunned as he handed over the handbag.

“What can I say? I’m a modern lady,” Kristin gave him a cheeky grin. “Now isn’t there a saying about a gift horse?”

“Touche.”

As Kovacs worked a handful of lube on his dick, rubbing himself thoroughly to coat it evenly, he looked over and saw Kristin using her lubed up fingers to smear the dollop of the fluid around her tightly constricted asshole. Though the 35 year old detective may have been barely 5 feet tall and 100 lbs, she was no stranger to all matters of sexual relations, even taking a cock in her poop chute. She took her first dick in the ass in her teens, but it wasn’t until her mid-20s that she actually started to enjoy it. Though tonight would be more of a challenge given the girth that her big blonde Envoy possessed, the combination of lubrication and how utterly relaxed her body was, not to mention her vast experience with anal, meant that it would be more than manageable.

“Go ahead,” Kristin cooed, feeling the man being polite enough to withhold until she said yes or no, at which point he broke her sphincter’s threshold. “Awww fuck.”

“You…” Kovacs began to check before the petite woman interrupted him.

“It’s fine. Give me a second is all.”

Takeshi had stopped advancing into Kristin’s backdoor and just held his head within her rectal walls. He had no first hand knowledge of what she was going through but having your asshole forced open by a dick was something that likely needed a period of time to adapt to the new sensation. After a few more seconds the pain had mellowed enough that she used her hands against the table to push back towards the Envoy soldier.

“Better,” Kovacs asked, as he began making smooth, almost gentle strokes with a few inches of his cock.

“Much,” Kristin replied with a flash of her mesmerizing smile back over her shoulder. “Now fuck my ass.”

As Kovacs started to push with a little more of his cock and with a slightly increased pace, Kristin whimpered in discomfort. It was barely audible through the biting of her bottom lip, nor was it enough to make the big blonde stop sodomizing her with his huge cock. Being a veteran of anal affairs, the talented detective instead redoubled her efforts with her fingers on her clitoris.

“Awhh yes…much better,” she cooed as a tendril of pleasure shot up her spine, ending the last of mild pain coming from having her bowels forced open repeatedly. “Keep going.”

The Envoy soldier did just that, aided by the black-haired woman pushing back against him as he slowly worked more in and out of her petite ass. Inch by inch he made progress further into her asshole, going deeper but only pushing in and out at a slow and steady pace until Kristin was taking half his length. In the next minute with the same technique Kovacs had gotten half the remaining portion of his thick cock into Kristin’s tushy, meaning it was only the last 2 inches not currently embraced by her rectum.

“Tight Goddamn ass,” Kovacs groaned in delight. “Fucking perfect.”

The tall blonde continued to rail his dick into Kristin with a steady medium speed, repeatedly gauging open her bowels and making her take almost a foot of dick all while the detective moaned and diddled her clit with her eyes closed. As Kovacs maintained a steady thumping rhythm he leaned forward so one hand could go to Kristin’s impressive bust, giving her breast a hearty squeeze while his other wrapped through her hair and onto her neck, causing Kristin to look back over her shoulder with a look that portrayed true happiness.

Kristin was caught off guard when Kovacs froze for a moment with only a few inches in her rectum, but a slapping noise at the same time she felt her ass cheek start to sting let her know it was for the big man to spank her bubble butt again. He restarted fucking her booty again but this time with more speed, his thick cock splitting her anal passage easier than ever.

“Fuck me. Fuck me so hard you remember it forever,” the beautiful detective urged him on.

“Kristin…need to cum,” Kovacs warned the woman, allowing her the decision as to what to do with his semen.

“This is your night. Shot wherever you want,” Ortega replied.

“Time! Fuck!” Kovacs practically yelled.

“Where?” Kristin asked, body filling with adrenalin.

“Knees!”

Kristin timed his thrusting just right so that as Kovacs was rearing his hips backwards she scooted as far forward as she could. The result was as she planned with his dick popping free of her poop chute. Before he could blink, Kristin had dropped to her knees before him and his dangling cock. Of course he wanted her to go ass-to-mouth on his dick. After all, the Envoy was both an ass man…and a jerk! Regardless, it wouldn’t be Kristin first…or tenth…or maybe even her hundredth time tasting her asshole. Therefore, being the little anal slut she was, Kristin didn’t even hesitate to open her mouth and wrap her lips around the head of his cock.

“Mmm,” Kristin moaned, tasting her own ass on his cock.

It was so nasty and naughty but that was why she always did it, or did it for most of the good ones. Kristin really got off on being such a depraved little slut, letting any guy she felt like fuck her in the ass and then sucking his cock clean whenever they wanted.

Seeing the lust and hunger in Kristin’s eyes Kovacs put a hand on the back of her head. Though Kristin needed no encouragement with blowjobs, Kovacs was too wrapped up in the moment and began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth, pushing in until he felt his cock brush against the back of her mouth before she pulled back. When just the head of his cock was still in her mouth, Kovacs looked down and saw the big gorgeous eyes of Kristin begging him to give her the just rewards she wanted.

“Fuck,” Kovacs grunted as he emptied his balls.

The first jet squirted out and hit her along the entirety of the length of her tongue. The second blast followed right on its heels and hit her on the roof of the mouth. As his orgasm wound down and his cum was becoming less in terms of volume and the force it was propelled out, Kristin took over and sucked the rest out of Kovacs all without ever breaking eye contact with him.

Even after the last drop of cum had left his balls Kristin continued sucking more of his cock, albeit at a slower less aggressive pace. When just the head of his cock was still in her mouth, Kristin sucked on the head and swirled her tongue around the crown before pushing back in as she went back to cleaning his cock of all remaining lube, ass juices and jizz.

“Mmm hmm,” she moaned, finally letting my spent cock slip from her mouth when she was sure she’d gotten all of it.

“Jesus,” Kovacs finally groaned after a few silent seconds. “That was…you were amazing.”

“Me?” Kristin questioned, still kneeling fully naked. “You made me cum twice! Not an easy endeavor. Is that an Envoy thing?”

“Nope. That’s a Takeshi Kovacs thing,” Takeshi smiled.

“You have a place to stay tonight?” Kristin asked as the pair began hunting down their clothing.

“I'm gonna be at the Raven on Coronado Street. Why? Gonna look me up for round two?” Kovacs smirked.

“You should change your mind,” Kristin suggested. “You know that's one of the AI hotels. No one stays in them anymore.”

“Well, I got money and he's got girls, so I think we'll be good,” he replied.

“They're hardwired to want guests. If you stay with one, it's like sleeping with a stalker,” the detective warned.

“Hey, I'm moved by your concern but I'm gonna get myself a nice meal, a couple of high-end hookers, and enjoy what's left of my little vacation before I go back to sleep forever,” Kovacs revealed. “Now, as fun as this was…see you never. Cheers.”

Chapter 2: The Usual Deal and Unusual Interrogation

Summary:

Kristin needs to ask Dimi the Twin questions about Ryker as Kovacs found out Dimi was responsible for framing her boyfriend. To get the tech expert’s help at the precinct, Kristin offers their regular deal for something that needs to be off-the-books. During the interrogation, Kristin has to resort to extreme measure to get Dimi to talk

Chapter Text

Title: Sexually Altered Carbon Chapter 4 - The Usual Deal and Unusual Interrogations
Show: Altered Carbon
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Kristin Ortega / Mickey, Kristin / Dimi
Codes: MF, Anal, Blackmail, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Altered Carbon, especially the characters Kristin Ortega, Mickey, Takeshi Kovacs, Ryker, Captain Tanaka, Dimi the Twin and Laurens Bancroft

Summary: Kristin needs to ask Dimi the Twin questions about Ryker as Kovacs found out Dimi was responsible for framing her boyfriend. To get the tech expert’s help at the precinct, Kristin offers their regular deal for something that needs to be off-the-books. During the interrogation, Kristin has to resort to extreme measure to get Dimi to talk

“Holy. Fucking.Shit.”

Those were the words that immediately came to mind when Kristin Ortega joined her partner at Wei Clinic, where what could only be described as a massacre occurred. Ortega had heard it was like a war zone inside, but seeing the tens of bodies riddled with bullets or torn to pieces was another thing altogether. And then a realization hit Kristin as she found a headless body with a tracker held staged in his hands.

“That son-of-a-bitch Kovacs did this,” Kristin gasped.

“No way one guy could have done all this,” Samir replied, swinging his arm to show the massive amount of death. “Envoy or not.”

“That’s the tracker I put on him,” Ortega said, pointing to the device in the headless man’s hand, which had clearly been staged for them.

Of course, Ortega was right. After leaving the crime scene, which resembled more of a war zone, she went straight to The Raven, the AI hotel she knew Kovacs was staying at. Sure enough, the Envoy admitted to destroying the lab and killing everyone in it, but not before he offered up what he found. It appeared that it was Dimi the Twin that Kovacs had left headless back inside the Wei Clinic. And not only that, but Dimi’s head was resting in a bucket of ice on Takeshi’s coffee table.

“Let’s clear something up. You haven’t been following me, you’ve been following this sleeve because Bancroft played a sick joke on you and re-sleeved me in your boyfriend’s body,” Kovacs accurately summed up. “So you've been following me this whole time, to make sure this sleeve doesn't get damaged because you knew people wanted to damage it.”

Before Kristin could reply, Kovacs continued. “You ever think some of them might be gunning for me, not Ryker? Dimi 1 came after me at the Raven. Ever wonder why he was here? Why he knew my real name?” Before she could answer the question, Takeshi continued. “Then we have Dimi the Second, Mr. Disembodied,” he said, patting the severed head on his table. “Works me over in virtual, only he doesn't know my real name. Just sees the skin, calls me Ryker. But here's the best part. He thinks that Ryker killed his so-called brother, Dimi the First. Now why would he think that?”

“Just get to the point,” Ortega huffed, sitting down in one of the chairs.

“Because Dimi the Second framed Ryker for the murder of a CTAC,” Kovacs revealed.

“Dimi the Twin framed Ryker?” Ortega asked, realization dawning on her.

“Ryker's conspiracy, Bancroft's murder, they're connected,” the Envoy stated with certainty.

“How?” Kristin asked.

“Fuckin' ask him,” he replied, tossing the head of Dimi the Second to the gorgeous cop.

As Kristin left the Raven, covering the severed head in a tablecloth, she stopped down in alley and decided she didn’t need the whole head - only the stack. As she cut that out and tossed the rest of the head down into the sewers, she called up the tech expert at the station.

“Hey, Mickey, I have another job for you,” Ortega said into the call. “You're gonna have to keep it quiet.”

“Whatever you say, Lieutenant,” Mickey replied. “Meet you at the station in 20 minutes.”

“Make it 10,” Ortega said before ending the call.

* * *

Kristin Ortega stormed into the station 9 minutes later like she owned the place. Hair wet from being out in the rain, the diminutive detective shrugged off her jacket before pouring herself a hot cup of coffee. Or rather having some rookie uniform officer do it for her. By the time the intimidated cop passed her the cup, Mickey had arrived and fell into step beside her.

“Hey,” Mickey greeted.

“Find my Ghostwalker yet?” Kristin asked about a different part of her current case.

“ Working on it,” Mickey replied as she turned to face him. “Gonna get you to stop asking me to do things off the books?”

“Nope,” she answered in a whisper as she slid something into his hand.

Looking down in his palm, he found himself staring at a chip that still had traces of blood on it. “God damn it.”

Kristin started walking away, and when she heard footsteps fall in behind her, she explained. “It's Dimi the Twin. I need to spin him up in virtual.”

“Then we got him? The double-sleever, that's great for erasure,” Mickey said excitedly.

“I need to ask him a few questions. About Ryker,” Ortega said, getting to the crux of why she asked Mickey to meet her.

“You don't want this logged,” the police tech realized.

“I don't want this logged,” Kristin confirmed.

“There's no way that we spin him up in virtual without logging him. We'd have to sleeve him in the real,” Mickey told her.

“Okay, fine. Then we sleeve him,” the tiny detective replied as they stepped into his office.

“Okay. All right. I'll open a personality-fragged sociopath with several decades' worth of counter-infiltration firmware and a reputation for wanton real death, and throw him in the first available body,” Mickey ranted, making sure Ortega knew how crazy the favor she was asking was.

“Great. You're the best, Mickey.”

“Regular deal?” Mickey said right as Kristin was starting to walk away.

Stopping in her tracks, hoping that Mickey would let it slide, she turned back around. “Of course. Now or later?”

“Mmm…now,” the horny man said after looking her up and down. “You look so hot when you’re pissed off.”

“I’m always pissed off,” Ortega replied, closing the office door before latching the deadbolt.

“Pissed off AND wet,” Mickey amended his assessment as the pissed off and wet detective drew the blinds shut.

“Have a seat,” Kristin instructed as she sauntered back towards him.

Though he was doing something highly illegal, Kristin Ortega and her talented mouth always made sure he was well compensated. And though Mickey was a nice guy, he was neither handsome or funny or stood out in any particular way. Thus, he never really would have had a shot with a woman as beautiful and stunning like Kristin Ortega unless it was transactional; with this case being more or less as a bribe. They were both adults and both understood what this was, and thus were both on board with the arrangement.

“You’re okay doing this at work?” Mickey asked, just wanting to make sure she was 100% comfortable despite them having done the exact same thing more than a half-dozen times.

“Shhh,” Kristin pressed a finger against his lips. “The only words you’re allowed to say from now on are compliments about my dick sucking ability...which are legendary, remember?”

And with that, Mickey shut his mouth and thought fondly back on their previous…arrangements. After all, why shouldn’t he indulge in this. After all, he was going to be the one taking the risk with her favor. These thoughts went through the tech expert’s mind as Ortega slithered down to kneel on the ceramic tile between his legs.

Mickey fought the urge to undo his belt and open up his jeans because he found it so Goddamn sexy watching a woman as smoking hot as Kristin Ortega do it for him. Sure enough, by the time she had things undone and required him to lift his ass from the leather chair to pull them down the rest of the way, the lucky man was rock hard.

“Is this for me?” Kristin asked innocently.

The Latina was clearly in the mood to have fun so Mickey was all the happier for it. While she was intimidating and generally pissed off at the world since the Ryker incidence, Kristin knew that her sexual skills more than compensated for that, but her blowjobs in particular were more than stellar. Still playing along, Kristin extended her tongue fully so that the very tip just touched his piss slit.

"So how grateful are you," Mickey asked, embracing the situation and wanting so much more from the Latina.

Kristin gave an awed look up at the middle-aged man, as if it was an honor for him to allow Kristin Ortega to suck his cock. Always a showman, Mickey felt the curvy Ortega grip the base of his cock before using her tongue on his rod once again. However, rather than just a little flick at his head, this time Kristin used the broad part of the wet muscle to lick the underbelly of his 7-inch dick from root to head. She performed this three other times, one time each to either side and the top side before Mickey felt the warm moist environment of her mouth enveloped the head.

“Ahhh,” Mickey sighed, spreading his legs wider and letting himself sink a little deeper into the chair as Kristin pushed more of his cock into her mouth.

Kristin had ceased simply licking his cock and was now getting down to brass taxes. Opening her mouth wide, Kristin gave a small bob of only his head, her lips lightly thumping over the ridge of where the shaft met its tip. After that brief introduction, Kristin’s next descent down his pole was taking a good 5 inches into her mouth. It was just enough of his manhood that his sensitive head didn’t repeatedly smash against the hard palate in the back of her mouth, but only just barely. Having her range, the busty beauty built momentum and gave the seated man a dozen bobs of her wavy dark head in quick succession.

“God Kristin! Feels so good already,” Mickey grunted in delight towards the pint-sized cop.

"Mmmmm," Kristin moaned as she noisily slobbered on his meat stick.

Even after the initial suck, Mickey was instantly reminded about how talented of a cocksucker Ortega was. To be fair, Mickey would never, ever forget this fact, but it was always nice being freshly reminded.

“Fuck me!” Mickey groaned, resting a hand on the top of her head. Though he normally never swore, getting a blowjob by one as skilled as Kristin Ortega was reason enough for the cursing.

Kristin was going back down, performing another handful of lightning fast bobs of her head, taking over half his cock in each stroke before pulling off him. A quick intake of air and the Latina was back to work, but her speed vanished and Mickey could feel her lips as they slid down his pole, inch by inch. She passed the 5-inch mark and the lucky man felt his tip poke the back of her mouth. Knowing what came next, it took Kristin only an instant to relax her throat, opening her gullet fully for him. Pushing her head downward at the same speed, his cock slipped into Kristin’s throat without any sputter or gag.

“Jesus Christ,” Mickey groaned, as he had all 7 inches of his dick down the woman’s throat.

Though capable of holding in her gullet for much longer, Kristin was just starting her oral performance and wanted to keep it moving. Therefore, as soon as her nose was pressed against his stomach, she was pulling back, her lips massaging every inch of his slobbery manhood as she retreated. Thus, the curvy Ortega bobbed once to the 2-inch mark, twice to the halfway point of his cock then relaxed her throat and took him completely into her mouth, down to his balls. In fact, Kristin even found the time to extend her tongue and actually give his nuts a little lick as she held all 7 inches of hard dick in her gullet.

“God this dick is so nice,” Kristin cooed, her fist stroking him a mile a minute due to how slippery his flesh was from her spit.

Kristin resumed her masterclass in oral sex. Going right back to work, the Latina performed another salvo of head bobs with the first 4 inches of dick pistoning into her mouth before she relaxed her throat and swallowed all 7 inches at one time. Her throat bulged out as it was filled with hard cock, her nose pressing into the neatly trimmed patch of pubes Mickey kept and his balls met her chin. Holding herself there for a lengthy time, long enough that she had to actually not gag on his cock, Kristin eventually pulled away. This time as she did so, her pretty face was red, his cock had more saliva covering it and there were even several strings of spit connecting her mouth to his pole.

As she leaned back to his lap, this time Kristin showed the lucky man the other end of the spectrum. While her last several bobs on his cock were slow and she kept her face in his crotch for a good 7 seconds, this time Kristin went for speed while taking all of him. Essentially using her mouth to fuck him balls deep, Kristin kept her throat relaxed as she rocketed her gorgeous face down into his lap. Once Kristin had impaled her mouth fully with his cock, making her throat bulge, she retreated back up with length. With only his tip remaining between her lips, Kristin reversed course until her nose was smashing against his stomach. Despite the fact that the constant barrage of deep throats would make her voice a little hoarse, and all the blows her nose was taking was causing her eyes to mist, it was well worth it given how much Mickey was grunting.

“Oh my God, Kristin,” Mickey hissed through clenched teeth as his hand subconsciously tightened to make a fist with her jet black locks.

“Oh sorry,” Kristin played, as if she had anything to apologize for. “Should I slow down?”

This time instead of taking him back into her mouth, Kristin tilted her head sideways and ran her lips up and down the side of his shaft. Not forgetting about the other side, Kristin turned her head all the way to that side next, tossing her wavy dark locks over her shoulder in order to massage his cock with her lips as her tongue glided along the underbelly.

“Nope. Just keep going,” Mickey commented. “Please don’t stop.”

“Thought so,” she grinned in response.

Instead of rubbing her lips back along his cock, Kristin went back to deep throating. This time she gave the lucky man no warm up and simply parted her lips, relaxed her throat and pushed all 7 inches into her mouth at one time. She held him in her throat, her lips wrapped around his base and flashed her chocolate brown eyes up to meet Mickey, who she knew would be watching her suck him off. She held his gaze as she bobbed up and down, spending no time to make the transition from retreating along his spit covered shaft to plummeting back down it. Once every 3 to 4 times she deep throated him, Kristin would take an extra second to hold him in her gullet so she could make a side-to-side motion with her head, which only accelerated how much sooner he’d need to cum into her mouth. In fact, the latest time she did this, Kristin stayed down on his dick for almost 7 full seconds until she pulled all the way off for a gulp of air.

“You are something special,” Mickey commented as her face returned to a normal shade of flesh color instead of the deep red it was periodically becoming during her deep throating exhibition.

“Don’t I know it,” the Latina replied, well aware of her talents.

Kristin didn’t reply as she had more important things to do, such as suck the big dick in front of her face until it exploded its gravy into her mouth. Keeping her throat relaxed and mouth in a perfect O shape, the curvy Ortega thrust her head down with speed. If this move was done with poor aim or not having your throat opened enough could cause damage for both him and her, luckily Kristin was a professional when it came to sucking cock. In fact, she was certain she’d make the Olympics if they had a version for sex acts. Regardless, Kristin slammed her face down until her throat bulged with cock and her lips touched the base, at which point she reared back until she was 6 inches away from his manhood.

“Jesus!” Mickey practically screamed as she threw her face down into his lap once more with the same reckless abandonment.

With each successive bob of his entire cock going down her throat, the amount of distance Kristin pulled away from him shrank until she was leaving the tip on her mouth before bobbing back forward. Resuming her normal deep-throat variety of blowjob, Kristin was in constant motion as her lips and throat tried desperately to milk the cum right from Mickey’s balls.

“Shit, Kristin. Tanaka just messaged. Needs to see me ASAP,” Mickey warned the kneeling cocksucker, noticing the time.

“No problem. Something tells me you won’t last much longer anyway,” Kristin replied before getting his dick wrapped around her lips once more.

“I’m getting close,” Mickey hissed, confirming her thoughts about his pending sweet release.

“Someone need to cum?” Kristin asked while stroking him with her hand only.

“So badly,” Mickey agreed immediately.

“Then give me your cum, Mickey,” Kristin practically begged from her knees. “But first, tell me you’ll do my favor.”

“Anything you want,” Mickey agreed without hesitation.

“Good boy,” the Latina grinned.

Knowing that the tech expert wouldn’t last much longer, Kristin stopped playing with her food and went for the kill. Shortening her strokes with her mouth so that she was only sucking on the first 5 inches, the less distance meant a much faster blowjob. With all the spit covering his shaft, his pecker was practically frictionless which meant Kristin’s lips could go that much swifter as a result. Using her peripheral vision to spy his hands tightening on the arm rests, Kristin used one last trick and took him all the way, deep throating him once again before pulling off and resuming her half-cock length bobs.

“Jesus! Cumming!” Mickey screamed loud enough for any cop walking within 7 feet of the door to hear.

The moment Kristin felt the first squirt of semen against the roof of her mouth she treated Mickey to shooting the rest of his load directly into her stomach. Shoving her face forward, Kristin deep throated him for the last time so that his next blast of cum was in her throat immediately. The sudden balls deep sucking made the climaxing Mickey squirm in his chair from pleasure overload, yet the kneeling Latina kept his dick firmly in her gullet. Knowing she wanted to be taking his semen right down her throat, Mickey reached down with both hands and held the back of her head in place, making a retreat for Kristin impossible. Of course, the curvy Latina had no intention of going anywhere, content taking stream after stream of warm cum down her throat and into her tummy.

Kristin had several ways of knowing when a man was spent. For one, it had been a few seconds since any more of his sperm shot down her throat. Secondly, the iron grip that he had on the back of her head with both hands had fallen away. Third, his grunts had turned to shudders as Kristin continued stimulating his hyper sensitive cock. And even if she missed all those signs, the fact he wasn’t lifting his ass off the chair anymore to essentially fuck her face as he came was another sign. Therefore the curvy Ortega slowly pulled her mouth from his cock, eye contact the whole time, until her lips pulled away from his manhood for the final time.

“Wow,” was all Mickey could find the words to say. “Never ceases to blow my fucking mind.”

“I get that a lot.” As Kristin finished tidying her hair and wiping her mouth to make sure no remnants of cum were present, she looked back at Mickey. “Call me when you’re done.”

* * *

Mickey had good timing, Kristin had to give him that. Between searching and seizing a good deal of illegal cloning gear from Isaac Bancroft’s private residence, and getting her brains fucked out by an Envoy wearing her boyfriend’s body, Kristin was just settling into a little downtime. In truth, that downtime was just a brief reprieve before she and Kovacs likely had sex for a third time.

“Hey Mickey. What do you got?” Kristin asked as she spoke wirelessly.

“Get to the station. Now,” was all the tech said before hanging up.

It took her and Kovacs less than 20 minutes to get dressed and drive to their Bay City police precinct. Ortega dressed in her usual attire of super tight fitting dark pants with an equally fit fitting shirt, this time a short-sleeved royal blue. They walked deeper and deeper into the bowels of the police station, seeing less and less officers until they arrived at a steel-reinforced door with only one small window. Looking in, Ortega saw that Mickey had come through, like always, and spun Dimi the Second up into the body of a sleeve that the department had in storage.

The sleeve was a gangbanger, and massive at that. Taller than Kovacs, the sleeve was bald-headed with a long bushy beard. His face and body were decorated in tattoos and piercings, including a large one on his chest of a pair of dice, of all things.

“I’ll take lead,” Kristin said before the pair entered the room, locking the reinforced door behind them.

With a thick Russian accent, Dimi looked over his two investigators. “You had to put me in sleeve with a fucking hangover? Tastes like cat vomited in my mouth.”

As he spoke, Ortega and Kovacs circled the detained man at the same cadence. By the time Kristin walked in front of him from his right side, Takeshi was stepping out of his view behind Dimi from the left. The homicidal maniac was not only cuffed around both wrists, but restraints were sealed tight against the metal table he was seated at as well.

“I'm glad you like it,” Ortega grinned.

Several things happened as a result of the Latina’s quippy comment. First, Dimi spat right into Ortega’s beautiful face, causing the detective to flinch back from the disgusting act. Second, Kovas acted with rapid reflexes to slam Dimi’s face into the metal table. And third, a characteristic cracking noise was heard, clearly coming from the criminal’s now bleeding nose. And just for good measure and to make sure Dimi learned his lesson (not to mention for torturing him in VR), Kovacs repeated the head slamming two more times.

“I have rights, you know,” Dimi said, bleeding from his nose, mouth and a cut above his eye.

“Who do you work for, Dimi?” Ortega asked, getting right in his ruined face.

“She's got you cold for double sleeving,” Takeshi added.

“I’ll make it even simpler for you. Just tell me who had you frame Ryker,” Kristin asked, referring to her ex-partner. “Come on, Dimi. Just give them up and avoid Real Death. Only 100 years in the dark instead.”

Laughing, Dimi replied. “Oh, this is hilarious! I know the police do their real interrogations in virtual.” Once he saw the frustrated look return to Ortega’s stunning face, he continued. “There is no deal on the table.”

“There’s a fucking gun on the table,” she rebuttalled, placing her gun in front of the criminal. “Talk and I don’t blow your stack out.”

“Ortega…he’s stalling,” Kovacs replied before Dimi could go off on another long-winded story.

“This bastard knows who set Ryker up!” Kristin shrieked.

“I know, Ortega,” Takeshi immediately replied in his most calming, reassuring tone.

They also both knew that it could take something extraordinary to get Dimi to talk and give up his boss. Luckily, Ortega possessed something extraordinary - her body. And she also wasn’t above using it to get what she wanted. Especially if that meant getting Ryker out of his prison sentence and returned to her.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get the information,” Kristin retorted, cutting him off. “Seriously. What do you want?”

“Well…double sleeving is punishable with Real Death. I want your original deal of 100 years…and you. Actually, make it 50 years - I get restless.”

“I’m going to enjoy flaying the skin from your body,” Kovacs stated as he began pulling out his own gun.

"Stop," Kristin shouted as the Envoy prepared to attack the Soviet. "You give us the information then it's a done deal."

"Anything goes," the big Russian insisted.

"Whatever it takes," the Latina replied stoically.

"Then why are you still in your clothing," Dimi asked rhetorically.

“And on that note,” Kovacs said, turning to leave with a mix of disgust and disappointment etched on his face.

“No. I want your comrade to stay and watch your degradation," the Russian demanded.

"Fuck this motherfucker…," Kovacs threatened, brandishing his gun before a deadly look from Kristin stopped him in his tracks. "Or not."

Though the beautiful detective would have preferred not to be blackmailed into fucking the criminal in front of the Envoy, she understood time was of the essence. Seeing as arguing with Dimi as only wasting precious time, Kristin removed her leather jacket before throwing it to the interrogation room’s floor. Not slowing down, Kristin pulled her shirt over her head before releasing her dark hair from her ponytail. She had to bend down to unlace her boots, but soon they were kicked from her feet, allowing the detective to pull off both pants and underwear. Finally, the petite Latina reached behind her back, unhooked the clasp and pulled her bra from her chest to leave herself completely nude in front of the two men.

When her nudity was met with shocked silence, the detective throw her arms out to the side, making her large breasts jiggle. “What? Never seen a naked woman before?”

"You may have a terrible attitude, but damn! You are one fit woman," Dimi complimented her as he approached.

“Isn’t that the truth,” Kovacs agreed, earning him a glare from Ortega.

“Unlock him. If he does anything hinting at an escape…shoot him,” Ortega ordered the Envoy.

“Real Death. Understand, Dimi?” Takeshi warned the criminal as he unshackled him from the table.

As Dimi stood up, he instantly started to remove his clothing and exposed Kristin, as well as Kovacs, his naked body, already covered in sweat from the hot conditions. He was a large man with a rounded stomach but underneath he was rippling in muscles, but what caught Kristin's eyes was between his thighs. Beneath his protruding gut was a semi-erect cock that when fully grown would be near a foot in length.

Kristin wasn't surprised to find her own body covered in a thin layer of sweat, but it had nothing to do with the interrogation room conditions. She also wasn't surprised by the huge Soviet's dick, though she was awed.

"Let's get this over with," Kristin muttered to herself as she dropped to her knees in front of the massive man.

Within a couple of bobs of her head with his cock between her lips, Kristin had the Russian fully erect and ready to go. She had a feeling that Dimi would be a little rough given his background and combined with the fact that she was a police officer, and he didn't disappoint. He grabbed the back of her head and tried to force his entire manhood down her throat...repeatedly.

"Gllkk...hhwwkkkk....kkkllkkkk," Kristin coughed and spat.

Getting into a rhythm, the criminal would force Kristin's face halfway towards his protruding tattooed gut with his tip smashed against the back of her mouth. As her face turned from flesh-colored to pink to red, he finally allowed the Latina to pull herself back just long enough to get in a big gulp of air before pulling her back down. The result was a cock that was absolutely covered in Kristin's spit and likely leaving the detective unable to talk without a rasp in her voice for quite some time.

As he watched the aggressive face fucking taking place in front of him, the Envoy was going back and forth with himself about stepping in and stopping Dimi. However, he knew Ortega well enough to know that 1) she could handle a deep dicking in her mouth and 2) she wanted to fight her own battles. Therefore, Kovacs kept his mouth shut, the gun ready and his eyes glued to the action before him.

“Fucking…take…my…dick,” Dimi the Second roared, punctuating each word with a jab of his hips against Kristin’s beautiful face.

Continuing to watch the action, Kovacs watched his partner was once again forced to choke down another generous helping of girthy dick. Meanwhile, Kovacs had to give Kristin credit because despite the brutal blowjob she was on the receiving end of, she didn't once gag. Instead she suppressed the innate reflex and only spewed up spit, admittedly in the bucket loads.

"Impressive," Dimi commented. “Who knew bitchy Kristin Ortega was a legitimate slut.”

With his hand already holding the back of Kristin's head, he bundled his fist in her hair and pulled back sharply. Kristin gave a little grunt of pain as her neck was snapped backwards, but she was happy for the chance to drink up several lungfuls of air. With her mouth gaped from the surprise movement, Dimi leaned over her much smaller frame and spat a glob of his own spit directly down the woman’s throat.

"Gross," Takeshi commented.

"Thought your throat was dry," Dimi laughed.

Instead of returning to fucking Kristin's beautiful face, the criminal lifted her up with the hand still holding onto her hair. It hurt a lot, but Kristin had suffered much worse. And in truth, the detective did love a good hair pull or hard ass slap while getting fucked and this was no exception. Kristin didn’t stay on her feet for very long before she was told to get onto the metal table where Dimi had been shackled to only minutes ago..

Not knowing which way he wanted her, she waited until his rough hands grabbed her hips and spun her so that she was kneeling facing away from him with her tits pressed against the bench in front of her. She felt rather comfortable, that was until her pussy was split wide open by the criminal's cock. Luckily her expert blowjob had coated him in huge amounts of lubricant so he slid into her well enough.

Kovacs watched on as Dimi the Second was driving balls deep into the Latina. For Kristin's part, she was handling it better than either man could have fathomed. In fact, as Dimi repeatedly slammed his large frame against her bubbly ass, rippling it in the process, they could actually make out the faintest of moans from the Latina.

"Is that a moan of pleasure I hear, Ortega?" Dimi asked, releasing a cackling laugh after definitively hearing Kristin groan in pleasure.

The Envoy didn't know how anyone could derive pleasure in that circumstance, which was really saying something. Not only was Dimi hung like a horse, but he was slamming into her pussy with relentless ruthlessness. Over and over he reared back before plowing balls deep into the woman giving up over 150 pounds to the tattooed Soviet.

As if to test her limits, or possibly because he liked abusing women, Dimi used one hand to coil in Kristin's hair once more and tugged back hard. Her head snapped back as he didn't miss a beat in driving forward into her twat. She grunted in pain before moaning once more. Not content yet, Dimi reared back his free hand before crashing it down on Kristin's very fit backside. After another two blows to the same cheek her pink flesh was dark red so he switched sides and did likewise there.

"Well the good news is that no one can maintain this intensity for very long," Kovacs thought to himself.

Kristin was now dripping in sweat from fucking with such a level of energy as Dimi demanded. Truthfully there wasn't much she could do to help the Russian sleeve get off quicker since she was pinned between the metal table in front of her and the Soviet' thrusting body behind. Doing what she could, she squirmed her perfectly shaped ass back and forth to get a little extra grinding on his dick, hopefully hitting new areas of arousal for him.

She figured it was working as his hand relented on its non-stop spanking on her extremely sore ass cheeks that would prevent her sitting properly for a week. Instead he settled it on her low back so she redoubled her efforts and introduced an up and down sway to her backside as well. In reality, Dimi only stopped slapping her red flesh so that he could shove his dry thumb directly up Kristin Ortega’s ass without warning, forcing her hole to stretch around his jumbo digit in his attempt to be nice by prepping her before he sodomized it.

"You have a good pussy," Dimi barked as he slowed his thrusting but finger fucked her asshole harder now. "Tight but it's been used enough to stretch."

"Ahh...just do what you’re going to do," Kristin moaned as her twat was still hammered in while her backdoor was loosening with each thrust by his thumb. “I don’t need the running commentary.”

Dimi smiled down at the resolute detective who had so far exceeded his expectations. Not only was she bold enough to perform an illegal interrogation, but she willingly offered her ass to him. And then she had the goods to back it up, thus far at least. After all, she had handled his ruthless face-fucking and was thriving under his relentless pounding, even with his hard spanking and rough ass fingering.

"Get on top," the massive figure demanded as he pulled out of her snatch abruptly. "And ride me hard."

"Fine," Kristin agreed.

Dimi sat back down in the chair he’d been on when restrained to the table. The moment her feet were on the ground he took a seat on the very spot she had just vacated, though he soon twisted to the side so he was practically laying down with his lengthy cock standing nearly a foot out from his lap.

"That really is a huge dick," Kovacs admired internally once again.

Kristin was done climbing up onto his lap and was hovering her perfect ass over Dimi's erect member. She chose to face away from the heavily sweating man but as she sat down and tried to take him into her pussy he stopped her momentum dead with his massive hands.

"Let us see if you can handle yourself with me in your tight little asshole," Dimi snarled.

"Your information better be enough to free Ryker," Kristin commented as she redirected his manhood slightly further back.

“It is,” Dimi honestly replied.

"Ah...God that stings," Kristin cursed as she took his tip into her asshole which was spread to its absolute limit.

Kristin's face reflected how much of a hard time her butt was having swelling in width to accommodate the hung tattooed sleeve. Knowing she couldn't just throw herself down without tearing something, the Latina detective made short squats downward, maybe taking an inch further into her rear before riding back up to the top. It would be a slow journey to get even half his length inside her, but for now it was all she could do.

Dimi had enough compassion to allow the gorgeous Latina to get used to his massive girth. However, his patience had a limit and it was almost up. With nearly half his length getting ridden by the tiny Latina, the psychotic killer looked down to watch in utter happiness as his purple tip disappeared, followed by half his length with greater speed. To help matters he was holding her cheeks as spread apart as possible, allowing Kristin to bounce a bit deeper while giving him an exceptional view of his cock being engulfed with regularity by her tight asshole.

"Faster...harder," he barked.

Hoping that she was prepared enough Kristin descended as far down his dick as she could before feeling a quick painful sting in her ass. Looking back she found that her plump cheeks were almost touching his large gut, so buoyed by that information she rode to the top before gliding down once more. This time she felt his pubic hair tickle her skin but the next time did the trick and she was now taking the thick cock balls deep in her tiny ass.

"Impressive," Dimi approved.

"She truly is," Kovacs concurred

Confident that she could take him all the way into her bowels, Kristin started to ride him faster as per his very clear instructions. Luckily for the Latina, her intense cop training had sculpted her into the peak of athletic perfection. Over and over she smashed her ass against his stomach before flexing her legs to carry her back up his rod before doing it all over again.

"Good...mhmm...faster...ughh...faster," Dimi barked.

“Doubt you’ll last much longer, Dimi,” Kovacs observed, noting the grimace appearing on the criminal's face.

While Dimi had ignored the Envoy’s words, Kristin must have also sensed that the criminal couldn’t hold out much longer under the anal assault on his cock. With renewed energy, Kristin went about to finish him off with one final grand push. If Dimi wanted faster and deeper, then she was going to give him exactly what he wanted. After a minute of her brisker riding, Kristin was absolutely dripping in sweat however, Dimi's grunting was becoming louder and more animalistic. Finally, she felt his bear-like mitts grip her hips tightly as she was held down on his cock, her ass resting right on his lap.

"Shit... cumming," Dimi the Second blurted out. "Ugh...ugh...ugh."

"Mhmm...yes...cum in my ass," Kristin encouraged as she grinded their sweat covered bodies against each other.

With his hands gripping Kristin tightly, Dimi tossed his head back, and grunted one final time. Kristin felt his cock twitch in her backdoor as several streams of thick warm cum blasted upwards into her rectum. He held himself still in the depths of her bowels until his manhood had emptied, at which point the exhausted man lifted Kristin from his lap, leaving his sticky reward deep in her asshole.

“You okay Ortega?” Takeshi asked, rushing to her side after re-applying the handcuffs to Dimi.

“Well I have been thoroughly fucked,” Kristin stated with absolute exhaustion. “Kovacs. Get the information from the bastard.”

“Too late,” Kovacs replied dejectedly.

Ortega was about to question him when she heard a familiar voice calling out her name. Captain Tanaka’s voice to be specific. Swearing, Kristin hustled to track down all her clothes and through them one. It was bad enough performing an illegal interrogation, but being caught naked, with semen running out of your asshole was much worse.

“Just blow his stack out ,” Kovacs told her as the detective considered.

In the next second, the door was forced opened and in walked a pissed off Captain Tanaka, followed by her partner Samir and a handful of other officers. “Ortega! This is over!”

“Tanaka! Just please, let me…” Ortega appealed but the captain wasn’t hearing any of it.

“I should fire you!”

“He framed Ryker, God damn it!” Kristin shouted.

“Oh, yeah? Who is he?”

“Dimi the Twin,” Ortega shared sheepishly, knowing it wouldn’t provoke a good reaction.

“Dimitri fucking Kadmin?” Tanaka swore, staring down at her. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Give me five minutes in virtual, that's all,” Kristin begged. Seeing as her captain wasn’t going to give on that, she made another proposition. “Let me ride down with Dimi. A few more questions.
Please.”

“All right. Go,” Tanaka snapped his response to the passionate detective. As she hustled off after Samir and Dimi, the captain looked over at the Envoy. “And you, get the fuck out of my station.”

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