Attempting to move my arms, I hear a crinkling noise.
In front of me, I see a silhouette of a woman frantically pacing back and forth. "Cuba, no Colombia, there's something about storing your money in Swedish fish banks, right?"
My body seems to be inside a trash bag as I lie on my back on the floor.
"Fermalidhye! Is that to store or to dissolve flesh? I have no clue how to dissolve a body!?"
"I would be more concerned if you did."
She whips her head around. Her eyes widen.
"AHHH?! Zombie!!" She holds up her gun.
"I'm not a zombie."
"Huh?! Graves!... you're actually alive?"
(-_-) Pulling the garbage bag off me, I sit up. "It seems I am." Looking around, there's a bleach bottle, multiple knives, and a spool of string.
"So is there a reason you were trying to dispose of my body?"
"...whaaattt? I have no idea what you're referring to."
Very conspicuously, Folie grabs her makeshift disposal kit and hides it in the closet.
"So how did I die?"
"Well, the last guy shot you in the chest, then he walked over to your corpse and proceeded to empty the rest of his mag into your skull while screaming a bunch of words that I didn't understand. But I managed to get the flank after I went through the front door like you said."
"Did you call the police?"
"Oh, yeah, they were already here, they took the three away."
"And the paramedics just decided to leave my corpse here to rot?"
"Probably because I hid your body."
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh. "Do I even want to know why?"
"I was afraid they would blame me for your death."
"Wha- you could have just said I was visiting your house and got caught in the crossfire?!"
"Oh, ...yeah, I guess I could have."
With a tired sigh, I slouch.
So, is there a reason they wanted to kill you?
"ehhhh, wellll, It might have been because of this..."
Taking out her phone, she pulls out a photo of herself taking a selfie with a mustached man, he's wearing pink women's lingerie with a bruised face.
"...uh... what is that?"
"(>‿<) I like making fun of drug lords, kind of a hobby for me."
"Despite it working out fine, I regret risking my life for you."
Sitting up on the bed, I see, of course...
"Why am I bare naked?"
"Well, I wouldn't leave the clothes on the corpse I was trying to hide, duh."
With a sigh of inevitable disappointment, I hold out my hand. "Well, now that the corpse is no longer a corpse, can I get my clothes back?"
She tilts her head. "I burned them."
"WHa-?! Why did you burn my fucking clothes?!"
She puffs out her chest with pride. "Leave no trace, that's the police motto!"
"No, that's the Boy Scouts, and that's not even what that means!"
"Well, all's swell that ends well." Sitting down on the bed beside me, she deeply exhales.
The velcro of her Kevlar vest tears, lifting the plated vest over her head, her large breasts flop with a bounce.
Her shirt is soaked with sweat as it desperately clings to her body.
Despite this womans voluptuous body, her stupidity and annoyingness prevents any blood to flow to my dick.
So here I sit, flaccid and distraught.
Now that I saved her, there's no point in hanging around and getting shot again.
"Whatever," Standing up, I begin to make my way out. "If I get arrested for public indecency, you'd better bail me out."
She momentarily doesn't respond.
...
"Graves... would you wait for a moment?"
"What?" I ask, short and sharply.
"You were so heroic, willing to sacrifice your own safety for mine. Despite it having nothing to do with you, you stopped them."
"yea?"
"And earlier your penis looked so excited when I was holding it."
I hear a metallic clicking noise behind me.
Turning, I see she has cuffed her hands to the headboard of the bed.
"I don't really know what I'm doing; so... could you teach me?"
As she lies there with her hands restrained to the bedpost with handcuffs, she spreads her legs out and up.
The once annoying air-headed woman has turned into an innocent angel, her plump cameltoe extruding from her spread legs.
It seems I was wrong.
This woman has made me a whole lot more than just hard.
My dick springs up.
She lets out a gasp.
As I approach with my throbing cock, her eyes begin to widen, both with the fear of her control yet there was alos a hint of excitment for this unknown.
"Wait! Wait! Why is it so much bigger now?!"
My dick towers over her dripping crotch. She looks uncertain as though wanting to go back on her word, yet her lust for this moment and what's to come is driving her forward.
While she may look like an angel, I still see her as the woman who shot me twice and burned my clothes.
Revenge time.
Grabbing two sides of the leggings by the crotch, I rip apart an opening.
"Wha- Hey! I just bought those!"
Her plump pussy is soaking wet.
"You have the right to remain silent, but I doubt you'll be able to." I snicker.
Lowering my hips, I rub the shaft of my penis between the lips of her pussy causing her to bite her lip.
With that innocent angelic look, she whimpers.
"Please... be gentle."
...
"Uh... no?"
Her eyes widenn as it seems she just realized, she has given free rein to an annoyed and horny male.
Getting up on the bed I spread her legs, causing her to give a yelp as my dick aims directly for her pussy.
Leaning forward, I whisper. "This is revenge."
As the tip enters, she lets out a moan.
Attempting to close her legs, I hold them open.
Slowly lowering myself down, every inch she lets out a cry of pleasure.
Her tight walls of her pussy attempts to resist the tip. But like a drill, I continue pushing my way through. It begins to shape around the form of my dick.
She clenches her toes, squirming her body in an attempt to exert these new feelings of pleasure being driven into her.
Reaching the base she lets out a loud moan before drenching my dick in her juicies.
Her legs stretch out for a moment, her eyes widen before rolling back. My pulsating cock causes her to arch her back as she lets out a cry of delight.
She attempts to slow me down by futily crossing her legs which only tightens the grip of her already suctioning pussy.
Grabbing her legs, I use them as support, allowing me to thrust in and out even faster.
With a grin, I slowly pull out before slamming back in
She struggles in pleasure against the restraints.
"Wa- wai-"
Her squeals of ecstasy, like a dog clicker, it commands me to thrust once more.
The wooden bed creaks with every aggressive thrust. The whole bed shakes as it relays my annoyance, synchronizing with Folie's desperate moans.
Grabbing her ankles, I lift her legs up.
Every time I started to slow down, I would simply remember how she shot me.
"Dont stop! D- Don- Don't stop Graves!"
"I wasn't planning on it!" I angerly thrust deeper causing her to yelp with shock.
Slamming continuously into her, I gain a rhythm and a momentum. Placing my hand on either side of her, I lean down, flicking my hips as I continuously pound against her.
My head is filled with pure pleasure and dopamine, even if I wanted to, my body wouldnt let me stop from pounding this tight pussy.
"God, this feels amazing Fol-"
Folie is lying there with her legs spread and her tongue out, drooling as her eyes roll back.
Her body spasms, but she looks high off the ecstasy as she shows no response besides the occasional whimper of pleasure.
I stop moving at my dick pulsates deep inside her, the soft walls of her pussy clinging to the shaft.
"Uh... Folie... are you alright? I kinda went overboard."
She gasps for air, our bodies are soaked with sweat, the bed has an expanding bloch salty stain.
There's a pause before she responds in a whimper. "m...e"
Leaning down face to face with her, I growl. "What was that Folie? If you want something, you have to speak up." I tease.
She pants for air, her eyes water as she looks at me in a plea. "...more!..."
That's all I needed to hear.
Grabbing her waist, I begin to relentlessly slam against her. Forcing my way in each time and reaching greater depths with each thrust. She lets out a chain of short gasps as her watery eyes turn into tears of joy, her body trembles before slouching in defeat.
This feeling of joy is leaving me on the edge of cumming, a dance between holding myself back and not wanting to pause even for a moment.
She suddenly wraps her legs around me, pulling my waist closer, forcing my dick deeper into her.
"Im not wearing a condom dumbass!"
She is way too out of it, as her eyes roll back. She gives a moan of a response. "Hmm... more..."
Grabbing her thighs, I attempt to push myself away from her, but her police training has given her a strong leg grip, forcing me in.
Her pussy is squeezing against my dick.
I'm not trying to have kids!
Futily grabbing her boobs I continue to try and push away; but I just end up squeezing her large breasts, causing her to moan even louder.
This is too much, between her squishy breasts, her moans, and this tight pussy...
As I feel the tingling feeling well up in my balls
Leaning forward I manage to seperate my waist back just enough to free my dick from the grasp of her lustful pussy.
The moment the tip clears the entrance, I release my strained balls.
her body spasms as she trembles.
Her legs squeeze me in closer before spreading out her legs, her body arches once more, spraying the bed with wetness.
There's a silence in the air as we both pant for air, riding the high of the last ten minutes.
"Why'd you pull out?" She pants.
"Why'd you trap me in? I wasn't trying to bring down the global average IQ and get you pregnant!"
"Oh, you didn't have to worry about that, I'm on those anti-baby medicine pills thing."
"Plan B?"
"Well... no, it was my plan A, and quite frankly, my only plan. I didn't really have a plan B if those pills didn't work."
Christ, I'm amazed I'm even the same species as this woman.
Lying down on the bed beside her, I give a deep exhale.
"Well, that felt amazing, Folie. Thank you."
Her face goes red. "I was doing it as a reward for your bravery, but I was surprised that it felt like that. I didn't realize being stabbed by your meat knife could feel so good!"
"Did you just call my dick, a meat knife?"
"Well, you use it to stab into someone and it felt sharp... what else would you call it?"
Guess I am armed. "Well, for a hardened SWAT officer..." Barley, "you sure were soft on the inside."
She gives me a kind smile. "Now, can you uncuff me? I want to go again but with control!"
Turning to my side, I look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"....no?"
"...huh? Why?!" She squirms against the bed.
"I feel safer when you can't reach for your pistol." Hugging her, I bury my face in her sweaty chest, an overwhelming weariness takes over. "Without access to your firearm, it's like hugging a fluffy pancake."
"eh... wait..."
Covering my mouth, I yawn.
"But, these cuffs are starting to hu-" She attempts to wiggle as she giggles. "Hey! Stop rubbing your face in my stomach, that tickles!"
"Wake me up in 20, I want to savor the softness of your belly before we go for another round."