This is based off of the TV show The Flash, the sex scenes and some other scenes are not part of the show but I personally added them into the story.
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Barry was panting as he ran through the bustling crowd of central city, going against the direction of the group of people on the sidewalk. "Sorry," he said as He pushed past a person.
"The second robber this week," Chyre said to Joe.
"The teller ID'd Clyde Mardon as the shooter," Joe responded, looking at his partner.
"What?" Chyre exclaimed. "Oh, jeez, the Mardon brothers are back?"
Captain Singh walked up to the duo. "What do we got?"
"Perps took the bank, shot out the cameras," Joe handed Singh a couple photos of the suspects "and killed the security guard there. I got units kicking in doors of the Mardon brothers' associates."
"CSI been over it?" Singh asked.
"Not, no," Joe responded, looking down.
"Where's Allen?" Singh asked.
Barry Allen was rushing down the sidewalk, nearly there. "Sorry, uh, sorry," he apologized to a man he bumped into.
"You can't keep covering him-" Singh was saying when Barry rushed to the crime scene.
"Coming through," he said. "CSI," he showed his badge to an officer.
"- I have to carry on without him," Singh continued.
"Sorry I'm late, Captain Singh," Barry reached the group of officers.
"What was it this time?" Singh asked impatiently. "Forgot to set your alarm clock? Before you answer, the excuse you gave last time was car trouble. Want to know why that one was particularly memorable?"
"I do not own a car," Barry replied embarrassed.
"He was running an errand for me," Joe cut in. "Barry did you get me what I asked for?" He looked at Barry, signaling him to say something.
"Yeah. Yeah, I did," Barry nodded. "I have it right..." He fumbled through his pockets. "...here," he said, taking out a chocolate bar that was partially eaten.
Joe grabbed it, and Barry said "I had a few bites of it, so..." And trailed off. He looked to Captain Singh before quickly making his way to the body of the dead security guard.
Barry laid down on the ground, analyzing a clump of dirt. He made our tire marks to be twelve inches wide, with asymmetrical tread. "Getaway car is a Mustang Shelby GT500," Barry got to his knees. "Shelbys have a rear super-wide tire specific to that model, 12 inches with an asymmetrical tread, and there's something else." Barry stood up and grabbed a pen from Chyre's pocket. "Thanks." He said before kneeling down and dipping the pen into the clump of dirt. He sniffed it. "Fecal excrement. Animal, I'd guess."
"My dad gave me that pen..." Chyre looked at Barry accusingly. "...before he died."
"Sorry," Barry said apologetically.
Back at the police headquarters, Barry was in his CSI lab. He was looking at the mugshot of Clyde Mardon when a coffee skinned girl walked in. "Okay, I am ready to see this atom smasher-smashing," she said perkily.
"There was a shooting today," Barry replied. "Your dad needs me to process some evidence." The girl's name was Iris West, she was Joe's daughter. "I don't know if we're gonna make it to S.T.A.R Labs."
"Seeing this thing turn on is, like, your dream," Iris pointed out. "Your sad little, nerdy dream. Besides, I canceled a date for this." Iris remembered to back when she was in another man's apartment earlier today.
Both Iris and the man were nude, Iris's large and perky tits were in the man's hands, the man's tongue tracing her hard brown nipples. Iris was using her hands to rub the man's large cock, squeezing and rubbing it at a slow, rhythmic pace. The man kissed her lips quickly before saying "suck it."
Iris lowered herself to her knees, and began to lick the swollen head of the man's cock. She toyed with his cock, using her tongue to trace the end of the head of his cock, before she slowly placed her lips over the shaft and started to deepthroat the cock.
The man pulled back her black hair and placed a hand on the back of Iris's head, pushing her head towards him and bringing his member to the back of her throat. Iris felt like gagging, but ignored it and instead savored the flavor of the cock and the precum drizzling out of it.
Iris was licking the shaft when the man roughly lifted her up and brought her to his bed. He placed his hands on her tits, squeezing the coffee colored jugs before quickly slamming his cock into her wet pussy. The man drilled Iris hard, thrusting in and out as deeply and quickly as he could
The man took his hands off her tits and placed them on the bed for support. Iris was gasping and moaning as the man fucked her, her tits jiggling back and forth. She felt an orgasm coming and her body tensed.
"Oh fuck yes," Iris moaned as her pussy let out a stream of juice. The man ignored the stream and continued fucking Iris, and Iris could see he was near his climax. "I want you to cum all over me," Iris said, looking at his low hanging balls and wondering how much cum they contained.
"Of course you want me to, you greedy slut," he said as he pulled his dick out and began to rub it. Precum dripped from the tip of his cock and soon after, huge streams of warm cum covered Iris's tits. Iris picked some up with her finger, and put it in her mouth.
"Mm, yummy," she said, slowly taking the finger out and gathering the rest of the cum. "My dad can't find out." She suddenly remembered.
"You dirty girl. I won't tell him," the man got on the bed next to her, immediately beginning to grope her tits. "I hope we're still up for later tonight."
"Oh I can't, I'm going to a thing with my foster brother," Iris told him. "Sorry."
"Well I guess you just have to make up for it now," the man said, squeezing Iris's nipples. She moaned as she felt his cock beginning to grow again.
"You're going to have to punish me, fuck me rough and hard, and make me hurt," she turned to the man, smiling.
Iris regained focus on the conversation she was having with Barry, forgetting her flashback. She saw some fries and grabbed for them.
"Hands off my fries!" Barry exclaimed. "Unbelievable," he shook his head in mock disappointment.
"I'm stress eating over my dissertation," Iris turned to face Barry. "We started selling cronuts at Jitters. I ate two today. If I don't graduate soon, I'm gonna be more muffin top than woman."
"You look amazing," Barry replied, gaping at Iris's beauty. He noticed the perfect symmetry of her face, and the beauty of it. He then saw her sexy and perfect body. Iris scoffed.
Barry continued walking around the lab, working on the evidence. Iris followed him, picking up a magazine. "What is so important about this particle accelerator, anyway?"
Barry looked at her, astonished. "Harrison Wells' work in Quantum Theory is light years ahead of anything at CERN."
"You're doing that thing where you're not speaking English," Iris said with mock annoyance.
"Okay," Barry said sarcastically. "Just imagine..." Barry drew a dot on a board. "...that that dotis everything the human race has ever learned until this moment."
"Does that include twerking?" Iris asked as Barry drew a large circle around the dot.
"That is everything we could ever learn from the particle accelerator," Barry finished the circle. "It's a whole new way of looking at physics. It will literally change the way that we think about everything."