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Interrogation: An Erotic Sex Story

Karen was a little apprehensive about the interrogation. She knew she had done something wrong, but she still wasn’t sure how much trouble she was in. She had broken the law, and now, the police were questioning her about it. Her heart raced as she waited for the interrogator to arrive and get to the bottom of her transgressions.

Karen was a young woman in her mid-twenties, with auburn hair that fell to her shoulders, and a slender body that showed off her curves. She was dressed in a short black dress and heels, with her nails painted a deep red. She wanted to look her best, and the dress fit her like a glove.

Her heart was pounding as she heard the door to the interrogation room open, and the interrogator entered the room. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with an intense gaze that lit up his features when he looked at her. He wore a rumpled suit and had a five o’clock shadow that made him look dangerous and sexy.

Karen’s heart skipped a beat as the interrogator’s eyes met hers. She nervously licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. She bit her lip as the interrogator approached her, then took a seat across from her.

“Now let’s get down to business,” the interrogator said. His voice was deep and gruff, and it sent shivers down Karen’s spine. She had heard stories about these interrogations, and she was starting to feel more and more aroused.

“I want you to tell me the truth about what you did,” the interrogator said. His gaze never wavered from Karen’s face, and she felt her body heat up at the intensity of his gaze. She felt her nipples hardening beneath her clothing, and she knew that the interrogator could see the effect he was having on her.

Karen took a deep breath, and tried to stay calm as she began to recount her story. She told the interrogator everything, from beginning to end, leaving out no detail. She told him about the late night rendezvous she had with her lover, the drugs they took, and the sex they had. She even told him about her stint as an escort, and the kinky things she had done in the past.

As Karen revealed her darkest secrets, the interrogator’s eyes never wavered from her face. He was taking in every detail, and Karen felt like he could see into her soul. She felt her body becoming more aroused as she continued to share her story, and she could tell that the interrogator was becoming aroused too.

When Karen had finished talking, the interrogator leaned back in his chair and looked at her with a sly smile on his face. He knew Karen was aroused, and he wanted to take things further. He motioned for Karen to move closer to him, and when she complied, he leaned in to kiss her. His lips were hard and passionate, and his tongue found its way into Karen’s mouth hungrily.

The kiss went on for a few minutes before the interrogator pulled away, leaving Karen breathless. She looked at him, her eyes filled with longing, and the interrogator smiled. He knew he had her in the palm of his hand, and he was going to use it to his advantage.

The interrogator began to unbutton his shirt and Karen’s eyes widened with anticipation. He knew she was aroused, and he wanted to take advantage of it. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and abs, and Karen couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. She was mesmerized by his muscular body, and she longed to feel his touch.

The interrogator dropped his pants, revealing a thick, hard erection that was begging for attention. He motioned for Karen to come forward, and she quickly complied. She moved closer to the interrogator and dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his hard cock.

She ran her tongue along the length of him, teasing him with her soft lips before finally taking his length into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her hands grasping his buttocks tightly as she pleasured him. She felt his cock throbbing in her mouth, and she kept going until, finally, he reached his climax.

Karen allowed the interrogator to relax for a moment, and then she stood up and straddled his lap. She was aroused and wanting to feel his cock inside her, and the interrogator could tell. He shifted his hips, pushing his hard length into her waiting pussy, and Karen moaned in pleasure.

The interrogator moved his hips in perfect rhythm, his eyes never leaving Karen’s face. Karen felt herself climbing higher and higher until, finally, she reached her climax and the pleasure was too much to bear. She collapsed onto the interrogator, and they both stayed like that for a few moments, until the interrogator finally pulled away.

Karen looked up at the interrogator, her eyes heavy with pleasure, and she smiled. The interrogator smiled back, and in that moment, Karen knew she would never forget this moment. She had finally surrendered to the interrogator, and she knew that both of them had gotten exactly what they wanted.