Arresting Beauty




Before I get started, Pygmalion I don't want to hear any of your rationale.
This is one of my fantasies, so don't ask anything stupid like where the
handcuffs came from, or make a comment about me just happening to have a
strap-on dildo handy.

Its a summer day and my neighbor across the street is wearing a black bikini.
Her name is Clemmie. My name is Jamie by the way.

If you want to know what Clemmie looks like she looks a lot like the Reno 911
character Clementine Johnson. Although this Clemmie is a bit bigger in the
upper body. Boobs, arms, shoulders, upper back. Even though she's a cop just
like her Reno 911 counterpart, but unlike her counterpart she has a reputation
of being a bad ass.

I'm not really sure why. I've never seen her fight nor heard of her ever
fighting. I guess her size wuld be why. She's quite strapping as women go. I'm
not sure how much she weighs but I'll bet its a lot more than my meager 92
pounds. Give or take I would guess about 75 pounds more than me, and that's a
strapping 75 pounds.

She's not only amply breasted about a whole cup and a half size bigger than
her Reno 911 counterpart, but she's also pretty solid. Especially in her arms
and shoulders which look exceptionally powerful compared to my puny shoulders
and twig like arms. I'm not bony I'm just real small at only 5'2".

I've heard her say lots of time she's 5'8", but she never reveals her weight.
She's 37 whereas I'm only 20. I guess they best way to compare and contrast us
would be like comparing Clementine Johnson only slightly larger to Nicole
Richie.

Pygmalion: Yea. That's a fair assesment. Even though Nicole is a few years
older than you.

Well she looks older too. Anyway, Clemmie is out and about in her black bikini
which considering her size she looks like someone trying to stuff 15 pounds of
sugar in a 10 pound bag. She still looks rather stimulating. No one knows it
but I've had a secret crush on her since I was a teen. I do a good job of
hiding it though, so I go across the street and talk to her.

As we're talking I couldn't help but notice how her huge breasts seem to be
oozing out of her top. I don't know what came over me but I reached out and
groped her. She had a tizzy.

Even though I was a bit turned on I also realized I had made her furious. I
really shouldn't mess with a big angry woman that happens to be a cop, so I
did the only thing I could think of. I ran home.

I glanced over my shoulder and she was giving chase. She doesn't run very
fast. So I made it home okay, or so I thought.

She threw open the door to my house and once she was inside she slammed it
shut. Fiddle sticks! In my haste I forgot to lock it.

She didn't waste any words but charged at me with fists flying. Now I've had
fights in my life and won them all but I've never fought anyone as impressive
looking as Clemmie. Despite her imposing size and the fact that she's a cop I
fought back. Partially out of self defense but also becasue despite her
reputation I had always sensed that she was a cream puff.

We were in the center of my living room duking it out. I was landing my
punches but she kept missing hers or I'd block them. Suddenly a punch to the
gut and then her jaw found her falling to the floor flat on her ass.

I kept my fist doubled and on guard.

She looked up at me in disbelief. This challenge was going to be a bit more
difficult than she originally thought. I could see she was breathing heavier
than I was. Perhaps due to the punch in the gut that made her go oomph. Maybe
despite her appearance she's not as good of shape as I'm in. More than likely
it was her age and she does carry around a lot more weight than I do.

Despite how long it took me to explain all of that the pause in our scuffle
was quite that lengthy. She scooted over to my couch and used it to push
herself back to her feet. It dawned on me that I had made a mistake and
should've kept on her, but too late for that now. She was up, and ready to go
for another round.

So we charged at each other again and exchanged not only punches but a couple
of kicks. She threw a punch I ducked and punched her in the jaw. She threw
another punch I blocked and punched her in the cheek. She surprised me by
throwing a kick that caught me in the gut, and doubled me over. She kicked me
in the face and knocked me to the floor.

Once again a brief pause with us staring at each other. I collected myself and
sprang to my feet with an uppercutt to her right boob. She covered the punched
boob with her forearm and retatiated with a swing and a miss. I head butted
her in the gut.

She grabbed a hold of me and that's when a wrestling match broke out. She took
me down but I was able to wrestle back and kept her from getting on top of me.
I definitley didn't want that.

We were both on our side and interlocked that's when a hair tugging match
broke out. I would have to call that a draw, because we both pulled away and
let go of each other's hair. We were on our hands and knees viciously eyeing
each other.

I could see she was still breathing heavier than me so I lunged at her. She
caught me and my momentum rolled us both over. Before long she was on top.
Before she could pin me down I didn't hesitate to kick her in the crotch.

She rolled over on her back and I took the opprotunity to get on top of her,
but before I could pin her down she planted her foot in my mid-section and
thrusted me through the air over her head. Now I was flat on my back but
quickly rolled over. Once again we were on our hands and knees viciously
eyeing each other. This time we crawled around the floor like a couple of
hungry lioness.

Instead of either of us lunging we both pushed ourselves up to our knees. She
took a swipe at me. This time when I ducked instead of head butting her in the
gut I lunged into one of her boobs with the top of my head, and then rammed
the top of my head into her chin.

"Ohhh! Ow my tongue."

The oh was for the boob shot and the tongue was for when I hit her chin she
bit her tongue. Not only that but she fell backward, and was in quite the
awkward position of having her calves and feet underneath her. I didn't
hesitate at all in straddling her.

The target for an agressive attack would be her tits, and relished punching on
them. They were so soft and would bob around. I don't think Clemmie liked it
though she hollered out after each punch then after the fifth one she made an
idle threat.

"Jamie if you don't stopping punching my boobs I'm going to hurt you."

I just giggled. She covered up as best she could but they were so big that her
folded arms didn't cover them completely. I punched her a couple of more times
and she bucked me off her. I sprang to my feet while she rolled over to her
side.

I started kicking them and the only thing she did was roll over onto her
stomach. I then decided to get real mean and use her as a trampoline. I jumped
up and down on her a couple of times before I came crashing down on the middle
of her back with my knees.

I guess it was out of instinct that she reached around with one of her arms
and began rubbing her back.

"Thank you!"

I shouted as I grabbed her arm and hammerlocked it. She yellled out and made
another idle threat. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

"I don't think you can right now."

I whispered to her ear.

"No but someday."

I just giggled at her retort. I looked around and noticed something shinny
under the couch. I slammed her forehead down into the floor. Even though its
carpeted I'm sure that it still hurt becasue I heard her moan.

Keeping the pressure on the hammerlock I reached under the couch and pulled
out the shinny object. They were police issued handcuffs. A gift she gave me
when I was 15. If she knew that this would be how they were going to be used 5
years later I doubt that she would've given them to me. Before cuffing her I
unsnapped her bikini top, and stripped her of it.

I cuffed her. Despite her verbal protest. I knew now it was safe for me to get
up off her and let her up. I was even kind enough to pull her to her feet.
Needless to say it was quite an effort.

She might weigh more than she looks.

"what do you think you're going to do to me?"

She inquired looking down at me. I stood in front of her real close.

"Its not a matter of what I think, but what I am goign to do."

I smiled looking up at her. I took a poke with a finger at one of her breasts
nipples.

"Are those 100 percent real?"

"Yes they are."

"Impressive."

I waited for her to thank me but she never did, so I slapped her across the
face and twisted her nipples. She threw her head back and started screaming in
pain.

"I said Impressive! You're suppose to think me for such a compliment!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Just let go!"

"Say please."

"Pleeeeaaase!"

By now she was crying.

"Tell me your my bitch."

"Your my bitch!"

I twisted harder.

"No Clemmie. Your my bitch. Now say it right."

"I'm your bitch!"

I let go and she dropped her head down. I pulled down her bikini shorts. Her
whole body shook. I took off my clothes.

"Come on. Lets go."

"Where?"

"To my bedroom."

Little me walked the big beautiful lady cop to my bedroom much like she'd walk
a perp to a jail cell. I commanded her to get on my bed.

"Why?"

I grabbed her by her pussy and gave it a tug and a twist. She yelped and did
exactly ass I commanded. I went to my drawer and got out my strap on dildo and
put it on.

"Oh no. God no!"

She knew what exactly I was going to do. I climbed into bed with her.

At first I just rested aside from her. I wanted her to worry a bit, but in
true Clemmie fashion she composed herself.

"All Right you little $#!+. Lets do this and get it over with."

"I never thought you would ask."

"Well, I'm not going to enjoy myself."

"Oh I know you're not."

I wasn't at the least bit gentle when I rammed that dildo into her pussy. She
yelled out and her eyes crossed. Desptie what she said about not going to
enjoy herself she sure was very cooperative and moaned out in erotic bliss.
Not only that but I made her cum.

The only problem was I didn't get off so she would have to eat me out.

"WHAT?!"

"Eat Me bitch."

She made a face like she'd just sucked on a grapefruit. I positioned myself on
the edge of my bed, and since she was in handcuffs I helped her get into
position. Strangely enough she didn't hesitate but starting slurping away and
this thing she did with her tongue gave me the impression she had done this
before.

My body jilted and shook until I juiced I guess is the term I'll use. Once we
were done we shared a cigarette and lied in bed. I had to hold the cigarette
for her because I kept her cuffed.

"Lets not tell anybody about this."

She requested.

"Of course not. I'll save you the humiliation, and also stay out of jail."

"You know you owe me a dinner."

The end

"Horrible. Just Horrible. Jamie."

"What? You think you could do better?"

"Not that I was just hoping she'd be in uniform."

"Well I have one of those."

"Perhaps you'll share sometime."

"only if your nice to me."