Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Finishing Blow	By : RustyBlade Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 15220 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. I claim no ownership for Street Fighter/King Of Fighters and do not intend to monetize this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Knockout Blow
- 2-Blackmail
- 1
- 2
"What's the meaning of this," Chun-Li snapped as she marched into the cellblock, her displeasure directed squarely at the fat security guard who sulked behind his desk, wilting underneath the force of her presence. Sitting behind the bars, Graham was quite surprised to see that Chun-Li had taken the time to change into a casual looking police uniform.
Blue jeans covered up her peachy looking ass, which was currently pointing towards him as she berated the fat security guard. Her upper-half was clad in a smart looking white shirt. A police radio hanging off one shoulder and a utility belt completed the picture. All in all, the outfit carried an air of authority, quite unlike her usual getup. Graham took the time to admire her tight looking ass, imagining all the sordid little things he'd do to it, given the chance.
"H-he's been asking for you," the guard blurted, pointing at the imprisoned student, if only to direct Chun-Li's attention away from him. Following his finger, Chun-Li turned towards the cell, her hands placed firmly on her wide hips. Graham waved at her, which caused one of her eyebrows to visibly twitch in annoyance.
"Well, let's have it then," she asked irritably, moving over to stand before the bars. "You mentioned something about the scroll?"
Graham almost flinched, despite the solid steel barrier separating them. This part was key, and he really needed to put on a brave face, to appear as confident as possible. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, standing up before gesturing around him like any good host would, taking in the dirty cell with a sweep of his arms.
"Cut the bullshit, Graham. I'm not a very good target for practical jokes, so consider that a warning."
"I'm not joking," Graham said bitterly, his anger welling up as he stared defiantly at Chun-Li from behind the metal bars. He nodded towards the overweight security guard who was currently pretending to do something useful while he listened in, his eyes occasionally glancing down to stare at Chun-Li's ass with an approving look. The not-so-anymore undercover interpol agent sighed. Dismissing the unwanted eavesdropper, she turned back to regard Graham with an impatient scowl.
"There, we're alone. Now, what's this business about the scroll?
"Oh, that?" Graham replied, shrugging dismissively. "I made it all up."
"What?!"
"Yeah, that's right," Graham added, grinning, "I made the whole thing up as an excuse to get you down here."
Without warning, Chun-Li's legs flashed out lightning fast, striking the bars with such force that they shook like a series of oversized tuning forks. Graham recoiled from the loudly vibrating bars, the grin thoroughly wiped away from his face.
"Don't fuck with me," Chun-Li snapped, who looked extremely dangerous all of a sudden. "After the stunt you've pulled Graham, I don't feel the need to play with kid gloves."
Pulling out a set of keys from her utility belt, she moved to the cell door before unlocking it, the loud metallic clink making all the hairs on the back of Graham's neck stand to attention. He backed up almost in line with Chun-Li's footsteps as she entered the cell, looking very displeased with him. Locking the door behind her, Graham had the sinking feeling that he was in a cage match with the beautiful but very dangerous woman. Snatching his camera up off the bed, he held it in front of him like a protective charm. Speaking very quickly like his life depended on it, the young man laid out his gambit, almost stumbling over his words as Chun-Li calmly closed the distance.
"Th-this camera was left running while you were chatting with your interpol friends," he stated, his back pressing up against the cold concrete wall, "so I know everything. The fact that you used Mai Shiranui as bait to lure out Juri Han and the scroll, and also the fact that you enlisted a innocent medical student, involving me just to escape the notice of the stadium staff! I was almost killed, you know!"
"You mean this thing?" Chun-Li asked as she snatched the camera straight out of Graham's hand so fast, that the friction actually caused his fingers to burn. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing his tender fingers. He'd expected her to do that, but it still hurt damn it!
"You're not very smart, are you? Trying to blackmail an officer of the law, on top of the already disgusting crime of abusing a passed out woman? I'll make sure to mention that to the local police, you little twerp."
"That Juri woman woulda killed me!" Graham snapped. "I didn't sign on to be bait!"
Chun-Li raised her nose. "I might've have had more sympathy for you Graham, had you not acted like some old pervert. As it stands though, prison seems like a good fit for you."

"I don't think so... you-,"Graham yelled, almost adding a 'bitch' to finish off the sentence.
Shaking his head, the young man took out his 'ace in the hole', which took the form of his mobile phone and held it up triumphantly, like it was supposed to mean something. Chun-Li however looked at him quizzically, like he suddenly had a screw loose. She'd seen it happen many times, whenever a first-timer was scent down to the slammer.
"And just how is a mobile phone supposed to help you?" she asked, humoring the newly locked up prisoner.
"Heh, I guess even the police need lessons on technology. I just uploaded the audio files to my phone, before securing them somewhere nice and safe. Oh, and don't bother trying to snatch the phone away. It's totally useless. The files are somewhere else now, just in case I need them for my court hearing. I'm sure that they'll be very interested in you using me, as well as Mai Shiranui as bait."
As Graham kept talking, his nervousness faded away as Chun-Li's expression turned more troubled, her air of superiority disappearing right before his very eyes. It didn't take long for her to realize what he already knew. He'd had his doubts before, but now, standing here as he explained his hold over her, Graham knew that he'd been right about risking it all on this gambit.
"And finally," Graham added with just the hint of a smile creeping across his lips, "there's all that business about the scroll becoming public knowledge, just as an added bonus. Of course, if you'd help a guy out, those files can just stay on the internet for all I care."
"You don't know what you're saying!" Chun-Li snapped, "if NESTS learns the contents of-"
"I don't give a shit," Graham interrupted coldly. "This is my life we're talking about here, so unless it helps me getting outta here, then I'm not interested."
Chun-Li grimaced, biting back a scathing remark at all the ungrateful crap she was being forced to listen to. No, she thought, shaking her head. It would be a mistake for her to believe that everyone she protected was like this waste of human potential, and while it might feel great to punch his lights out, she had bigger responsibilities than personal satisfaction, something that this bastard would likely never understand.
"You wanted to be released, right?" she said in resignation.
"Yeah, that'd be a nice start," Graham said, "but how about you give me a little going away present?"
"What?"
"How about you turn around and place your hands on the bed?" Graham added, barely believing his own words. This could go very badly very quickly depending on how much Chun-Li had been pacified, but Graham was pissed off enough to try it. He'd almost lost everything thanks to this hardass policewoman and had no intention of just walking away empty handed.
"Why you!" she said, almost too taken aback to respond. "Have you any idea what you're suggesting? Blackmailing sex out of me will land you in a bodybag and jail, in that order! And to think that-"
"I know very well," Graham quickly interjected, taking control of the conversation. He knew enough about amature psycology to pressure Chun-Li, not giving her enough time to fully form her thoughts, let alone speak.
"I don't care what you do, bitch. If you're gonna hit me, then do it. That'll just make things worse for you when the authorities learn everything you've done, including beating up an unarmed suspect in order to silence him. You've got a lot more to lose than me," he said, raising his voice for this last part, "so if you understand, turn around and place your hands on the bed!"
Chun-Li glared daggers at the young man, her fists shaking at her side. She grimaced and glanced through the bars to the reception desk, just in case the fat oaf had come back. She hesitated for a moment, her prideful nature screaming at her to strike this scumbag down. Satisfied that they were alone, Chun-Li shook her head, her shoulders slumping as she slowly turned around. Graham was speechless as he watched the fearsome beauty bend over before submissively placing her hands upon the bed, presenting her ass to the giddy young man.
Breathing heavily, Graham moved behind Chun-Li before gingerly reaching out, his trembling hands finally settling down upon her scrumptious looking ass. The blue material felt lovely underneath his palms as he gave her buttocks an exploratory squeeze. Chun-Li silently endured his groping, her vision filled with the cell wall as she resisted the urge to very violently protest. When she felt Graham loosening her utility belt, she almost screamed, but mindful of attracting an unwanted audience, she held her tongue.
"There we go," Graham said as the utility belt clattered to the floor, the heavy sound echoing around the small cell.
Tentatively, he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of her trousers before yanking them down around her ankles. The taut globes of her ass were revealed to him, his to do with as he pleased. Chun-Li almost gasped as she felt rough hands kneading her ass, but was determined not to give the little shit the satisfaction of crying out.
Graham enjoyed the feeling of Chun-Li's peachy buns beneath his palms, his fingers sinking into her pliant white skin. Lightly rubbing each cheek in turn, his attention shitfed to her white lace panites, the naughty lingerie an unexpected fit for such a serious looking woman. Tucking both hands into the soft material, Graham slowly pulled the silky underwear down her long legs, his hands taking the opportunity to feel up the backs of her famously meaty thighs.
"You have some lovely legs," Graham murmured, lost in his own little world.
"At least spare me your annoying voice," Chun-Li said, eager to get this humiliation over with.
Her well-toned muscles felt bumpy as they flexed in response to Graham's unwanted attention, and while he couldn't see Chun-Li's face while she was bent over like this, Graham couldn't help but picture her furious expression as he stripped away her modesty. Soon enough, Graham was standing behind her naked ass with his dick in hand, already rock hard as he lined himself up, rubbing his cockhead against the pink folds of her pussy.
With a blissful moan, he pushed himself inside the chinese martial artist, the warm folds of her tight pussy pulsing around his intruding organ. Chun-Li bit down lightly on her tongue, so as not to make a sound, the mortifying feeling of the scumbags penis almost making her cry out in shame. As she felt Graham's hard shaft plunge deeply within her dry pussy, her fingernails dug long furrows into the bed, the unpleasant feeling making her scrunch up her eyelids.
Graham looked down, his mind melting as he watched Chun-Li's buttocks jiggling in tune with each of his thrusts, his dick completely buried within her tight cunt as he rapidly smacked himself against her posterior. Gripping her plump ass with both hands, the excited student used her soft cheeks as handles which really allowed him to throw his entire weight into his thrusts.
While Chun-Li wasn't enjoying this even in the slightest, her own pussy betrayed her as she subconsciously clamped down on Graham's cock, her velvety walls milking Graham's organ. As he humped against her rear, Chun-Li forced one teary eye open, dreading the possibility that someone could walk in on this shameful display at any moment. While her vision was shaky as her head bobbed to and fro, a single droplet of spit hanging from her open mouth, at least the cell block appeared empty.
"Oh yeah!" Graham groaned, the sounds of the creaking bed mingling with the constant slapping of flesh against flesh. Considering that he'd already blown his load inside two stunning female fighters today, Graham was pleasantly surprised at just how long he was lasting inside his third reluctant partner. By this point he could feel that Chun-Li was at least a little moist, his cock finding it easier to slide in and out of her clutching walls.
"How does that feel?" Graham forced out in between breaths, unable to resist taunting the beautiful investigator.
"J-just hurry it up, bastard!" she snapped weakly, most of the fierceness of her retort fucked right out of her.
Fleeing that familiar tingling in his balls, Graham increased the severity of his thrusts, droplets of his sweat soiling the back of Chun-Li's shirt as his orgasm rapidly overtook all rational thought. Hearing him grunting over her like an animal made her stomach curl, but that wasn't the only thing which irked her. The heat between her legs actually felt somewhat good, which made her happy that Graham couldn't see her panting face.
"Oh god, I'm coming!" he moaned as his fingers pinched painfully into Chun-Li's quivering asscheeks, which rewarded him with a feminine squeal. The loss of control from the stoic beauty was the perfect cherry on top.
"Not inside me!" Chun-Li cried over her shoulder, one of her strong hands reaching in between her sleek thighs to pull out Graham's throbbing penis with a moist sounding squelch. She grimaced as she felt the sickening feeling of sperm splattering her swollen pussylips as well as the back of her thighs. Grabbing his own elactulating cock, Graham aimed his last few spurts at Chun-Li's ass, painting the firm globes with a few long strings of white.
"If you breath a word of this to anyone," she said, standing upright but not turning around, "I'll make sure that you end up sharing a cell with Juri. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind."
Not needing to be told twice, Graham hastily pulled up his trousers before hurrying out of the cell.
***
"Thanks for the business," Graham Donnel said as he took the proffered money. Handing the rather geeky look student a cheap DVD held in a paper sleeve, Graham smiled happily as he counted his payment, the feel of bills flipping through his fingers making him feel like a real bigshot. Since returning to college, he'd managed to make quite the killing by selling Mai's topless footage, so much so in fact, that he'd made a big dent in his student loan payments.
"This the one?" his customer asked, glancing down at the paper sleeve. "The video with Mai Shiranui's uncensored-"
"The very same," Graham confirmed, returning his attention to the nerd who was practically drooling over the shining disk. "Satisfaction guaranteed!"
As his latest customer happily walked away with his purchase, Graham's smile widened as he thought back to that wondrous day at tournament square. He would've kissed Mai's glorious tits for all the money that they had made him. Scratch that, he thought. He'd happily kiss Mai's tits without the promise of money. That reminded him that he still had his season ticket for the current king of fighters tournament.
Perhaps if he was lucky, he'd get some more juicy footage to sell, or better yet, a rematch with the ever lovely Mai Shiranui. Following on from that train of thought, he still had his private footage of him orally pleasuring himself with her mouth. Perhaps he could blackmail the busty ninja?
It would be such a shame if Andy watched the scandalous sex tape.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Finishing Blow