A Pleasantly Understated Lewd Fic

A Pleasantly Understated Lewd Fic

Dedicated to Alex for being a pal and buying me a Monika keychain so I don't have to give Danlet one red cent.

On a cold night, Monika came out of the Police Station after a long day’s work of tracking German spies throughout the city. Jerry was up to something, she just couldn’t see. The War was over, but the Weimar Republic was thirsty for revenge of any sort, especially economic. Fort Knox was well defended, obviously, but a heist backed by a foreign government was still in the works.

Trash blew listlessly past her feet, the tragic remains of someone’s hamburger off one of those street carts. The good ones, by the markings on the wrapper. She still ate Hamburgers, despite how wasteful it all was, because Spunky’s made the best damn burgers this side of the Rhine.

She was glad of the trench coat that Anon had made her get, even though it immediately pegged her to be a detective, which was bad for the job, but it kept out the rain when a poncho would look out of place in Louisville. Not as prestigious as the New York detectives, or what Hollywood had, Louisville was mostly colored crime, which no one really cared too much about, nor did Monika because they never, ever payed her. Their socioeconomic standing aside, they were usually easy to solve.

“No, the real prize here is the Gold down in Fort Knox. Jerry will be coming any day now, Anon.” Monika said as she walked into the office where her husband was doing some filing. He was so dutiful and loving, but-

“Mmmm, is that a new perfume? That is a very thoughtful gift, Sweetheart.” Anon looked so cute when he was flustered. That bottle of perfume was kinda low though. It seemed to not be new, or he had dumped half the bottle out into the sink, which would explain why it was stronger from that area. The blinds were broken from when Anon had attempted to pull them up, letting the last rays of the sun fall upon his guilty, lying face.

“I-I did not know, that I acquired you a… perfume. Yes. “He then sat on his hands like a disabled walrus

He had never been a good liar and was a breath of fresh air in this pseudo spy business she ran.  Too much stress, and he made it all worth it, though this… feeble attempt at getting her mad, trying to make her think that her husband was cheating on her, she really DID get mad!

“Anooooon~” she called out, grabbing his attention. He was in for a very bad time, being the little attention whore he was.

Monika loped up to her now terrified husband, gripping his shirt harshly, seams straining to not break with her rage. The badly smeared lipstick on his collar looked as if he put it on himself, badly. “You even tried to plant a fake kiss! Did you want to upset me, Anon? Because I’m upset that you can’t even plant fake evidence correctly. RULE ONE OF DETECTIVE SCHOOL.”

Monika had begin slapping Anon at this point.

“DO. NOT. FORGET. TO. MAKE. IT. LOOK. NATURAL!”

His face swollen and red looked downcast at his abject failure.

“You don’t need to pretend to be cheating on me to get attention Anon. I know I’ve been busy as of late, but there was no need to play with my emotions like that. You like the hint of danger, don’t you, you fucker. I’ll make sure you never even THINK of doing something like this again.”

Her voice was ice, but there was a fire in her cheeks and in her belly as she slid one long stocking coated leg up Anon’s pant leg, terminating at the crotch, where it retracted and slammed Anon back into his chair, the shoe coming off and the soft foot, tired from a day of work, got to breathe free and dance in Anon’s ready lap. The slender arch fit perfectly over the clearly outlined cock in his pants, slowly swiping at it with a bit of a temper. The heel slid down until it began pushing in, flattening his balls against his body, squashed between the angry woman and the spooked man.

“Anon? Whose perfume is that?  I can smell it from a mile off. You know better than to cheat on me. You just wanted me to think you were, for some reason. You’ve been too naughty this time. This was too far, and I’m going to make you pay for it I COULD just ignore you” she lifted her foot, reducing the ache. “but then you would try something even more irreproachable, Anon. This way, you’ll do something good for me.”

The foot fell hard, almost as if she were trying to grind his balls out of existence. The new rain outside helped to cover the moans of joyous agony rising from the offices of Monika Gumshoe, a pseudonym without creativity.

This had been a particularly brutal torture method, Monika had been pleased to discover. Anon was begging for more, which gave her power over him. This denial made him stir crazy, enough that a pair of handcuffs were needed to keep him in the chair while she administered lethal doses of lewd behavior, a bare foot crawling up his stomach and then tipped him over like a garbage can full of pasta, because Anon really spilled his spaghetti when he realized that Monika could now fully step on him That now her foot was on his neck, pressing down just gently enough to set off his very strong instincts.

“Lick.”

And so Anon did, fearing for his life so, and the toes dipped in to be met by his tongue, swirling like a milkshake machine. Metaphors were hard when Anon was doing such a good job, relieving Monika of stress, ahaha~

The foot dipped in, and Anon’s mouth was big enough to accommodate most of it, years of eating funnel cakes at the county fair being put to good use and the soles of Monika’s feet were made electric with the tongue of poor, bound, gagging anon.

Her sloppy foot loved every bit of Anon’s attention, and he loved her rough loving perhaps a bit more than he should have. They continued this for most of the night, with the other foot, and then after Monika had shed her trench coat, stocking, and panties, her tightly clad bosom being more enjoyable being constrained than free, she forced Anon to submit.

“You won’t be able to even think about talking to other girls when I am through with you, you won’t be talking for a few days at least, with your tongue tied up and tired like that. Now you will break and be reminded that you belong to only me.”

Slowly Anon was swallowed by her thick thighs, kept up from a healthy exercise regimen of gunfighting and running, yet fueled mostly by greasy foods from the local greasy spoons, since everything in the past was powered by grease.

Smooth billowing thighs lead quickly to a warm comfortable darkness, lips meeting the same, although of a different sort. The fresh juices stained Anon’s face, nearly waterboarding the man. She eventually could no longer hold the squat, and fell directly onto Anon’s face, nose deep into her folds, bringing about a stifled scream from Monika. Neighbors knew better than to check up on any screaming from these offices, even if it was clearly Monika’s.

Anon could not hear what encouragement she gave, how she forgave him for this, that she had been remiss on her duties as a wife. Anon could not hear, blacking out from the lack of oxygen and the wonderful scent of his wife. At long last, Monika had an ear rending orgasm, and fell off her mount.

Anon wasn’t breathing.

CPR was just the trick, however Anon did not want to break the kiss once he had woken back up, plucky young man that he is. They laid there, disheveled messes, uncaring of the disgusted and aroused German spies who had been listening from the other rooftop with a high-powered microphone and a set of Zeiss Spyglasses.

They really needed to get new blinds.