A SEXUAL INTERROGATION PART 1

I walked into the holding cell, and the heavy door slammed shut with a loud bang that echoed off the cold walls. The place smelled bad, like old sweat and metal that hadn't been cleaned in forever. There he was, the suspect, sitting on that hard metal bench, his wrists chained to the wall with those shiny handcuffs. His name was Blade, a tough-looking guy with a messy beard, tattoos crawling up his arms from under his dirty shirt, and eyes that stared at me like he owned the place.

I was Detective Sarah Mills, and I'd been chasing this case for what felt like months. He was the one they said robbed the big bank in the middle of town, and I needed him to spill everything. The normal questions in the interview room hadn't gotten me anywhere, so I figured it was time to try something new, something that would really break him down.

I turned the key in the lock, making sure no one could walk in on us. My heart was beating a little faster than usual, but I kept my face calm.

'You know why I'm back, Blade,' I said, my voice firm but not yelling.

He just smirked at me, leaning back against the wall as far as the chains let him. 'To ask the same stupid questions? Lady, I've told you nothing.'

I didn't say a word right away.

Instead, I reached for the buttons on my white blouse, undoing them one by one, real slow.

His eyes got a bit bigger, but he tried to act like it was no big deal. 'What the fuck are you up to now?' he asked, his voice a little rough.

I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders, and it fell to the dirty floor. Underneath, I had on a black lace bra that pushed up my big breasts, making them look even fuller. The air in the cell was chilly, and I felt my nipples get hard, poking against the thin fabric. I kicked off my black heels next, feeling the rough concrete under my feet.

Then I unzipped my tight skirt, letting it slide down my legs until it bunched around my ankles. I stepped out of it, standing there in just my bra, matching black panties, and the sheer stockings that went up to my thighs. His eyes traveled over my body, from my chest down to my hips, and I saw the front of his pants start to tent up. That was good. I wanted him distracted, wanting more.

I took a few steps closer, my hips moving side to side without me even trying. The floor scratched at my soles through the stockings, but I ignored it. I swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, feeling the warmth of his thighs through his jeans pressing against my bare skin. He was stiff under me, his body all tense like a coiled spring.

'Let's talk about that bank job,' I whispered right in his ear, my hands resting on his broad shoulders. He shook his head, but I could hear his breath coming quicker, shallower. I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra, letting the straps slip down my arms. The bra dropped away, and my heavy tits bounced out, free and jiggling a little from the motion. My nipples were dark and stiff, standing out against my pale skin.

Blade's mouth fell open a bit, his eyes locked on my chest. I grabbed his chin with one hand, tilting his head up so he had to look at my face.

'Who helped you with the robbery? Give me a name,' I said, starting to grind my hips down against the hard bulge in his pants.

He let out a low groan, his body shifting under me like he couldn't help it. 'I ain't saying shit,' he muttered, but his voice wasn't as strong.

I leaned in closer, my soft breasts pressing against the rough fabric of his shirt, my nipples dragging across it.

Then I crushed my lips against his, kissing him deep and forceful, my tongue slipping into his mouth to taste him. He froze for a second, then his tongue pushed back, kissing me like he was starving for it.

While our mouths were busy, I used my free hand to work on his belt, fumbling with the buckle until it came loose. I tugged at his zipper next, the sound loud in the quiet cell. My fingers dipped inside his boxers, wrapping around his thick cock. It was already rock hard, hot in my palm, with veins pulsing under my touch.

I gave it a few slow strokes, feeling it twitch and grow even more. 'Come on, the safe—how'd you crack it?' I breathed against his lips, breaking the kiss just enough to speak.

He bucked his hips up a little, pressing into my hand, but he clamped his mouth shut. Okay, time to up the ante.

I lifted myself up just a bit, using one hand to pull my panties aside. My pussy was already wet, slick from the excitement of controlling him like this. I could feel the dampness on my thighs. Positioning his cock at my entrance, I lowered myself down slowly. The fat head pushed past my folds, stretching me open. I gasped at the feeling, biting my lip as I sank further, inch by inch, until his whole length was buried inside me. He was big, filling me up completely, pressing against my inner walls. It felt so good, but I had a job to do.

I started rocking my hips, slow and steady at first, feeling his cock slide in and out of my tight pussy. My tits bounced with every movement, swaying back and forth, brushing against his face.

'Tell me now,' I ordered, squeezing my muscles around him, clenching hard on his shaft.

He moaned loud, his head dropping back against the wall with a thud.

'Fuck... alright, it was my buddy Tommy. Tommy Reyes. He was the lookout.'

That was the first piece. I smiled to myself and sped up, riding him harder, my ass cheeks slapping against his thighs with wet smacks that filled the cell.

His cock plunged deep with each downward thrust, hitting spots inside me that made my toes curl in my stockings. My pussy gripped him tight, like it didn't want to let go. Sweat started to form on my skin, making my breasts shiny and slippery.

'Where'd you stash the cash?' I asked, my voice getting breathy from the effort. He grabbed my hips with his one free hand—the cuffs kept the other pinned—and thrust up to meet me, driving even deeper.

'In the old warehouse... on 5th Street. Under the loose floorboards in the back room.' Yes! That matched the tips I'd gotten.

I bounced faster, my clit rubbing against his rough pubic hair, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. My tits were really moving now, flopping up and down, nipples grazing his shirt buttons. I leaned forward, offering one breast to his mouth. He latched on quick, sucking hard on my nipple, his teeth nipping at it just enough to sting.

'The gun—where'd you buy it?' I demanded, even as a moan escaped my lips.