The Interrogation

Was it hours that had passed, or was it merely minutes? She had no idea. Time itself seemed lost in limbo. Her only measurement of being that seemed to exist now was whether she was coming, or just recovering from having climaxed. A hell of orgasms that would not stop.


No matter how many times she had told them all she knew, they would not relent in their interrogation, desperate to acquire the correct codes for her employer’s office. Her first mistake had been to side with them once in the past, when her ex-boyfriend had convinced her that her employer wouldn’t miss just a couple of the highly valuable paintings he kept there in his vast collection. The second mistake was to back out of the plan, having already told them that, being a close assistant to the boss, she was privy to the access code.

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The way your body responds is so erotic, isn’t it? I don’t just mean the way you can come from my fingers playing with you like this. I mean, because of how when you are trying so hard to concentrate on not coming for a certain period of time, that very thought is what drives you closer to that orgasm even faster. Every aspect of your body and mind is wired for the pinnacle of pleasure.

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“Just admit that you cheated on the test, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please… I… I didn’t… I swear…”

“It must be so hard to be kept on the edge like this, right? I can feel how much your pussy wants my fingers to stay inside, twitching all around them, trying to suck them in deeper.”

“Oh fuck… Please… Please…”

She knew the girl was telling the truth, but she was having far too much fun to stop now; her moans of denied pleasure were far too intoxicating to let go of.

Soon, the girl would be admitting to anything just to keep those fingers working her past the brink. 

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“See? That’s how you want her to be, with her hips constantly rocking and swaying in need for you to give her what you want. When she keeps saying that she wants you to make her beg, she really means it. No matter how much she whines and moans and squeals out that she wants to come, do not give in. She wouldn’t have asked for me to help you both with this if she truly wanted you to make her orgasm every time she asked for it.

No, just carry on watching. I know you want to fuck her bad; she’d give anything for you to slide that into her right now, but that is exactly why I’m here, you’ve got to learn to wait until she really can’t take any more, and I know fully well that she can take more teasing than this. 

Right now, she is feeling like her clitoris is five times its size, with the sensation of her heartbeat seeming to radiate from her throbbing pussy. Soon you can come closer, and we’ll start to use your cock to tease her wet little entrance, but I want to play with her a little more first. I just love the way her hips try and entice me for more. Besides, we still have another two hours of the session left. You might as well get your money’s worth.”

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