The Interrogation Room (3 page)

Please, just please fuck me now,
I thought.

He pushed inside me slowly. I felt myself stretch out as he began to fill me from the inside. “
Mon dieu
you're tight,” he said. He pushed further into me, and as he did so my swollen clit started to send pulsing waves of pleasure into my body. I pushed my hips back against him and he drew me in tightly.

“Oh god,” I said. I couldn't believe how thick he was. I felt him push all the way inside, filling me in a way that I'd never experienced before. His thrusting increased pace and my tits felt sore as they pressed into the table. I felt him grab my long blonde hair as he pumped his cock into my tight little slit.

At that moment, every nerve ending in my body was alive. I could feel the muscles of my pussy clench tightly around his cock, conforming to every contour of his rigid, pulsing flesh, reluctant to let him slide out and welcoming each new thrust the way a drunk welcomes another drink. My clit throbbed as his cock stretched out my hole, and then I felt the beginning.

It was as though I was being lifted up, faster and faster. That took perhaps less than two seconds. What followed was a tremendous release. An awakening and a release and for just a moment it was as though I was able to stare infinity right in the eye. Just for a moment. And a split second later, I found my voice and screamed in ecstasy.

“That is a sweet sound,” he grunted. I could feel that he was close to his own release. He made guttural sounds as he drove his cock hard into me. It was almost a little painful, just because he was so big. I felt him come. His hands, which had been so gentle before, grabbed my ass hard.

When we separated, I felt his warm stickiness run down the inside of my upper thigh. That was all I'd take with me. We both put our clothes back on in silence.

“You're free to go,” he said.

“Will I see you again?”

“Only if I catch you trying to smuggle drugs out of the country again,” he said. He smiled that warm smile and I walked out of the interrogation room, down a long empty hallway with no windows, and opened a door that led to the open air of the terminal. I glanced up at a screen, slightly dazed by the noise and the light and the people, and saw that the last New York flight boarded in 45 minutes. That was my ride home.