The Interrogation Room (2 page)

My tits were exposed now, with my thin white t-shirt pulled up over them. My nipples felt hard, exposed. I craved his touch. From behind I could feel him standing close to me, his body pressed against my back and the back of the chair. I felt his hardness, pressing into my back through his blue jeans.

“You have beautiful tits, Marissa,” he told me. I savored the smell of him standing so close to me and the firm yet gentle way in which his hands worked their way over my body. Magic hands. Not what I expected from a cop.

I looked down and watched as he so delicately took both of my nipples and rolled them between two fingers, sending shudders of desire through my entire body. The gentle squeezing made me draw in a breath as I felt the surge of arousal. But it was still all a tease. My clit ached for him. I needed him to take me further than just playing with my tits, turning me on but not quite giving me my release.

I moaned as he grabbed my tits more firmly, kneading them with his hands.

“Mmm” I said. I arched my back slightly toward him and felt him lean in close again. His lips kissed my neck in delicate kisses that slowly worked their way down toward my chest. I was dimly aware that my hands were still cuffed to the chair. My capacity for reason had melted – I couldn't do anything but submit to what he wanted.

I felt his strong right hand slide down my belly and toward my crotch. My slit was already wet, I could feel it as I wiggled my legs slightly. I watched as his hand slid slowly under my skirt. His fingers continued under my panties and I drew in a quick breath of expectation.

“Jean-Claude, yes, please, please,” I begged. I wanted to feel what his hand would do to my pussy. My clit ached for his touch.

“I'm giving you another chance,” he said. “You can leave now. You'd probably even make the 3 o'clock flight to New York.” His hand stopped tantalizingly close to my pussy, right above my clit, resting on the closely trimmed blonde pubic hair.

“Fuck my flight,” I whispered. “Just don't stop. Don't stop now.” My throat felt dry as I spoke.

“I was hoping you'd say that,” he said in his heavily accented English. I felt him draw his fingers down the lips of my pussy, a gentle, teasing touch, skirting just shy of my clit.

“You're wet,” he said. I tried to turn to face him but couldn't quite crane my neck that far.

“Just relax and enjoy,” he said. While his right hand rubbed gently against my wet slit, his other hand made that electric contact with my nipple and I again felt small bursts of pleasure that served only to heighten my longing.

I hadn't felt a cock in me, not a real cock, for too long. Not since I'd found out that my boyfriend had cheated on me. Jean-Claude's touch made me acutely aware that what I wanted most, at that moment, was to have him slide his cock into my tight dark hole while we were alone in the airport security interrogation room. After that, maybe I'd be capable of rational thought again. Maybe I'd realize that it did make sense to walk away while I still had a chance, while Jean-Claude was in a good mood, while the French still believed my story. That would have been the rational person's choice.

But my world was simple. A small room. Sitting handcuffed to a chair. Jean Claude and his hands working their magic on my tits, teasing my pussy just enough to make me ache with my craving for his sex.

“Mmm, I need you Jean-Claude,” I moaned. I'd parted my legs without thinking. I could feel that my panties were soaked. It was then that I felt him enter me with his hands, first with one finger, then a second. He slid his fingers in and out of my slit.  As they slid out, they brushed against my swollen clit and made my lust feel like agony. I wanted to scream, to tell him to fuck me right there. To be used by this man, this strong and gentle and erotic man – it was too much.

“Ahhh, yes, yes, fuck yes-” I managed to say, before arching back and pressing my pelvis against his hand. I could feel a gush of hot juices from my pussy as I came around his fingers. But it was just a temporary release. I still hadn't been filled up. Really filled up. I needed that, needed that more than anything.

“I'm going to undo these handcuffs, Marissa,” he said.

For a brief moment I felt a flash of disappointment. Was it all over? Was he content to just make me come, experience that brief ecstasy, and let me go? I hoped that wasn't all. I heard the key make a small click and then felt the cuffs slide off my hands. He reached over and put them on the table in front of me. I sat still in the chair, desperately hoping this wasn't all.

“Stand up,” he said. As I did so, I heard him slide away the chair that stood between us and put a strong hand on my shoulder. That reassuring hand. At that moment, I knew it wasn't over. He turned me toward him as though I were his dance partner, and I looked into his soft, sexy dark eyes. His mouth moved toward mine and our lips met in a delicate kiss. He was gentle with me, tender even.

Our tongues met, and as we kissed I realized that he was tasting me. He took his time, kissing me as though he were savoring me. I felt another rush of excitement as he pressed his body against mine. I could feel his hard-on strain against his jeans.

“I'm horny for you, Marissa,” he said.

I laughed. “I sure hope you are, after what you did for me.” I looked into his eyes. I wanted to take him home with me to New York. I didn't want this to be our only meeting. But I knew that it probably was. It was a moment I wanted to freeze in time.

“Let me do something for you,” I said. “Let me make you feel good.” I looked again into his eyes and then turned my gaze down toward his bulging crotch. I could only begin to imagine the size of his cock. Slowly, I got down on my knees, and my fingers unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them downward. He was wearing black boxer briefs and there was an enormous bulge in them. I licked my lips.

I pulled down his briefs and admired his cock. It had to have been over ten inches long, and thick too. I wasn't a porn star, there was no way I'd deep throat the thing, but I had other tricks up my sleeve. I could see a bit of clear pre-come on the head of his cock and I put my lips around it. He tasted clean and slightly salty. The hunger in my pussy grew as my lips moved over and down his shaft. He arched his head backward and moaned, putting his hands in my hair and holding onto my head.

I placed one hand on the base of his cock and began to stroke it up and down as I swallowed what I could of his length. He felt thick around my fingers and in my mouth. I squeezed with my hand to increase the pressure on his shaft as I swallowed him. I could hear his breathing deepen. Now it was his turn to feel the ache. I'd bring him to the brink, as close to ecstasy as possible, but I wanted to save his finish for my pussy. He'd have to come in my dark, wet, aching hole.

I took one of my hands and gently caressed his balls. They felt soft and delicate. I knew that he'd feel pleasure from feeling so vulnerable, that the lightest touch on his balls as my tongue danced around the head of his cock would send him careening further on the path to sweet oblivion.

“You're very skilled, Marissa,” he said. His eyes were still closed and he moaned. My saliva coated the upper half of his cock and I felt his heat increase as I worked my lips and tongue around his shaft.

“Do you trust me?” I said. I looked up at him, and our eyes met again. His eyes said 'I do.'

I took my middle finger and put it in my mouth to moisten it, then held it up for a moment so he could see it glisten. As I moved my mouth back onto the head of his cock, opening wide to accommodate its girth in my mouth, I gently moved my wet middle finger behind his balls and followed his perineum until I reached the tight muscular entrance of his ass. I slid the tip of my finger in gently. He gasped in surprise then moaned loudly, and I felt his fingers tighten their grip on my hair. His hips thrust forward and I gagged momentarily as his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Just relax and enjoy Jean-Claude,” I tried to say, my mouth full with his cock. I continued moving my lips around his cock, sucking with my mouth and tickling with my tongue, and slowly pushed my middle finger further up his ass. I knew that if I wasn't careful I'd make him come too soon. I began to fuck his ass with my finger as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. My pussy ached for him. But he wasn't quite far enough along. I needed him to experience that beautiful agony just short of release.

I slid a second finger up his ass. He bucked his hips against my mouth, making me gag again. I coughed. His cock was huge. Well-proportioned, but huge. I knew, at that moment, that I had him almost where I wanted him.

“I haven't ever taken anything in my ass before,” he gasped, in between breaths. He was only a razor's width from the brink, but I couldn't let him come. Not yet. I wanted him to take that tight ass of his, those muscular legs and strong, confident arms, and hold me and fuck me in my tight aching pussy.

A strange day that's getting even stranger
, I thought. Here I was fingering the asshole of a handsome French security officer in a windowless interrogation room somewhere deep in the bowels of Charles de Gaulle airport. Somewhere else in the same airport, there was a piece of luggage with my name on it that had been packed with over a kilo of coke, by the looks of the photos, and I was on the edge of just being able to walk away from it all. And had I been in a sane state of mind, I would have walked out of that room and onto the next New York flight without a second look back. I would have been counting the seconds until the cabin door closed and the wheels lifted off the tarmac and we were on our way back to the good ole' USA. But I hadn't just walked away. My longing for Jean-Claude had gotten in my way. I wouldn't be leaving until I'd fulfilled that burning desire, that need to be filled and stretched out and fucked that I knew only one person could satisfy.

“Oh
mon dieu, oui
,” said Jean Claude. “
Oui, comme ça.
” It turned me on when he lapsed back into French. I thought his accent was cute.

Couldn't I take you home? I'd present you to my friends as the officer who let me go and then filled me up with ten inches of Europe's finest French cock.
Oh you will fill me up, won't you?

Jean Claude's hips started to push more forcefully against me as my mouth sucked more pre-come from his cock. I knew that if I increased the pressure of my mouth only slightly, or jerked him off with just a slightly faster cadence, I 'd be swallowing his hot come in my mouth and that would be all. And if we had more time, if I knew I'd see him again, that would have been fine. But there wouldn't be another time. I knew that.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and stood up in front of Jean-Claude. My nipples were hard and my pussy felt so
empty
that I could hardly stand it.
 

“
Jean-Claude, do you want me? All of me? Because I'm ready for you. I need you.” My hand reached for his chest and I felt the hard muscle underneath. His mouth moved toward mine and we kissed again, slowly. I surrendered. It was as though my consciousness forgot the past and stopped considering the future. I was living in just that moment.

Our kisses grew less measured, more ravenous as we devoured one another. He kissed me on the side of my neck again, and I moaned and felt a shiver of excitement from his touch. His hands moved to my tits, and I raised up my arms to take off my shirt. He slid it up over my head and threw it on the table with the handcuffs. I felt his fingers close around my nipples, sending those familiar electric sensations of pleasure throughout my body, awakening that fire building once more deep in my belly. I needed him inside me.

“Turn around and lean over the table,” he said.

I knew that this was it.
This was it
. The moment I'd been waiting for. The moment that had been driving me mad with desire. The table felt cold against my bare tits, and I felt him hike up my skirt. He pushed aside my panties, and that was when I felt his cock on the brink of penetration. For a man who just a moment earlier had been close to coming in my mouth, he exercised considerable restraint. The head of his cock passed up and down my wet slit. I knew he'd feel huge. I just couldn't fathom by
how
much
.

He grabbed my ass and massaged it with his warm, confident hand. His other hand held his cock and slid it up and down the outside of my tight, wet pussy. The aching inside me increased. I wanted to buck my hips back against him and force him inside me. The anticipation was killing me. I could feel my heart racing.