My Fwb Holds Me At Gunpoint

So I have this friend, let's call her "A", who's smoking hot but a bit of a psycho. This story happened one time when she was visiting me. She's always trying to keep me on my toes - I think she is anyway, she might actually just hate me - but the sex is good enough that it's worth the trouble.

I'm sat at my desk working, when suddenly I feel metal against the back of my head. "A" can be really quiet when she wants to, so I didn't even hear her coming (although other times she can be very loud, if you know what I mean). Naturally, I turn my chair around, and to my shock I'm looking straight down the barrel of a gun. "A" is stood there, in this gorgeous red and black dress (clearly she dressed up special for whatever the fuck is this). My first thoughts are "Fuck, she makes that look good" and "Why this fuck is she holding a gun on me?"

Her face is slightly flushed, and she looks like she's barely holding back from touching herself, so clearly she's getting off on this. She hands me a piece of paper and a pen, opens her perfect little mouth and says "write bitch, and make it good". I'm dumbfounded for a second until I realise she's trying to get me to write my own suicide note! Like I said, with this chick there's no way to tell whether she's serious, whether she's trying to get me to disarm her and fuck her, or both. I'm holding out for option b), but know I need to play along for the moment.

Trying not to seem too flustered (although I'm both afraid for my life and rock hard), I grab the paper and pen, turn around and start writing. Over my shoulder I say "Well, I already know one name that's making it onto the note. So why did I do it, huh? Too obsessed with you? Driven mad by your perfect body?" She leans over my shoulder and shoves the gun into my mouth.

"Ha ha, very funny. Cross my name off." Obviously I do - this gun is definitely real. I have to get control over this situation and fast. Trying not to imagine it going off, I move my mouth further along the gun as sensuously as I can and then back again until it's out, a bit like I'm fellating her metal cock. I can see from her expression I'm having a bit of an effect, but she's still looking too murderous for my liking.

I pull the smuggest grin I can manage in the situation and say "come on baby, you wouldn't deny me a final request would you?", running my eyes up and down her gorgeous body and locking eyes with her. Fuck, how can crazy look so beautiful?

She meets my eyes and softens a tiny bit and says "Fine, I want to feed your obsession with me one last time. What's your final request?" I give her a slow smile and say, completely deadpan:

"Make me a coffee, would you?"

She's clearly caught by surprise and lets out a stifled giggle, but I'm watching for the gun and as soon as it's slightly off target I'm on her, a hand round her throat, a hand round her gun, and one knee pushed right up against her pussy (old habits die hard I guess).

"You won't be needing that" I say as I smash her hand against the ground until the gun flies across the room. I hear it go off (it was actually fucking loaded?!), but no one seems hurt, and there's no time to care because she's already grinding herself against my knee, even as she's trying to struggle out of my grip. I quickly reposition so she's pinned more firmly under my body, and I move my hand down to her soaking wet panties. "Fuck, all that from the thought of killing me?" She tries to respond but I tighten my grip on her throat, so all she can do is faintly nod and let loose a small moan as her eyes roll back.

I rip her panties off and slide my fingers into her, not feeling like I need to be gentle but she's wet enough that it doesn't seem to matter, and then I'm finger-fucking her deep and fast and rolling the heel of my hand against her clit. She's squirming now, but not enough to chuck me off her, and there's a look of almost angelic bliss on her face. I lean in towards the girl who just tried to kill me and kiss her passionately, losing myself in her perfect lips and the rhythms of her body until she suddenly tries to bite my lip off. I pull back sharply, and focus on fingering her, saving any kisses for her neck and collarbone where it's safe. Her squirms are getting bigger and her moans are getting louder and I keep working her pussy until I guide her over the edge of orgasm. Her hair is already messed up and her makeup is smudged and she's flushed (and totally gorgeous), but I'm only just getting started.

I definitely don't trust her mouth at the moment (after the kissing incident), so I use her wetness on my hands to coat my cock, and I move both hands to her throat and thrust myself into her. Immediately her legs curl around me, pulling me deeper, and I'm happy to oblige, fucking her hard, using my leverage on her throat to get as deep as I can. With my cock in her tight pussy I start losing myself again, my hands come off her throat and I grab her hair and pull her face to mine, no longer caring that we're biting each other as much as kissing, feeling her nails in my back as I ball my hand in her hair and pull.

At one point she does try to push me off and go for the gun, but it's a token effort and I grab her by the shoulders and pull her back onto me, fucking her from behind. One hand on her neck forces her face into the floor, my other on her hip pulls her in as I thrust deep into her, our moans both mingling together as I pound her cunt with all my strength.

When I can tell from our moans and the building heat in my groin that we're both getting close, I flip her onto her back and move her legs over my shoulders, wanting to get as deep into her as I can, one hand on her throat (still not trusting her), and the other playing with her clit. I'm fucking her deep and rough, as hard as I can, working out all my feelings for this crazy, amazing girl, and my grip involuntarily tightens around her throat until I can see her eyes start to roll back. "No way, I want you awake for this" I grunt through gritted teeth, and relax my hold a bit until she's meeting my eyes again. Our moans build together until we're both cumming, shuddering against each other, and my thrusts get slower but harder as I fill her up. As we cum I tighten my grip again, watching her fade out of consciousness as orgasms shake her body, and then release her throat at the last possible moment, collapsing on top of her in a mess of heat and sweat and passion.

While she's still out of it, I force myself to stand on shaky legs, retrieve and unload the gun and admire the new bullet holes in my walls. I carry her to the sofa and cuddle up with her until she comes round, a whisky and a cigarette ready for her. As she pulls herself together, I light her cigarette and she sits there pensively, unreadable. I gesture over to the bullet holes and say "You know you're gonna have to pay for that?" She looks at me in surprise: "I thought I already did!"