Daphne Joy Interrogates You

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You are an FBI agent who has just returned from a top secret meeting with crucial information. The agency has set up a rendezvous at a hotel bar with another agent, where you can safely relay the information. You sit down at the end of the bar and nervously look around for whoever it is you're supposed to eat. Suddenly, a gorgeous woman in a lot cut dress struts into the bar. While you're still looking around, you can't help but stare at her as she walks towards the bar, and to your surprise you realize that she's headed your way. "Hey, baby," she coos to you as she sits down. "I saw you looking at me from across the bar. Could I buy you a drink?" "Ye- yeah, sure," you stutter. Jesus, what's wrong with you. She smiles at you flirtatiously, then turns to the bartender to order. She hands you a drink, then grabs the other one. Her soft, warm hand has wandered to your thigh, rubbing it up and down. "You're so cute," she whispers sultrily as you both take sips of your drinks. "Do you think I'm cute?" (Rub thigh for 30 seconds) You're finding it hard to concentrate as you take another sip; your brain's getting foggy, and you're not sure exactly why you were in this bar in the first place. All you can focus on is this gorgeous woman and her hand wandering closer to your crotch. "You don't have to answer that, honey." She smiles deviously. "I can tell you think I'm cute just by looking at your face." (Same as above) Her hand moves from your thigh to your crotch. You can't help but moan, your dick starting to harden. "You want me, don't you?" she asks a bit more dominantly. "I'm all yours. Just say the word." (Rub crotch for 30 seconds) You take another sip, your brain starting to get foggy. "Yes. Yes. Fuck yeah, I want you." "Good boy. I know you're desperate for me. Why don't you take me up to my hotel room and you can fuck my brains out?" (Same as above) You nod. She smiles and rises. "Okay. Let's go." As you rise to follow her, your knees buckle. Your brain still swimming, you collapse onto the floor of the hotel bar with a thud. The last thing you see is the figure of this curvy, gorgeous stranger looming over you as you lose consciousness. (Wait a couple minutes before continuing) You wake up in a grand hotel room with a beautiful view, bound to a cold metal chair, stripped naked and gagged. Struggling at your restrains and attempting to cry out for help through your gag, you hear a soft, calm voice in the corner of the room. "I wouldn't bother struggling. It'll only make it worse for you." You turn and see the woman from the bar, flaunting her cleavage and waist to you with a triumphant expression on your face. "Do you know who I am?" she asks. You shake your head. She smiles and walks towards you, inches from your naked body as she places her hand on the top of the chair behind you. "It doesn't matter who I am. All that matters is I know who you are. I know what information you have. And you're not leaving here until you give it to me." Almost involuntarily, your cock has begun to harden, as if merely being in this woman's presence arouses you. She glances down and grins. "My goodness. You just can't help yourself can you. You're like an animal." "So here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna edge the shit out of you. I'm gonna make it feel so good and so torturous. And you're gonna give me the information. If you cum before you give me the information, I'm gonna kill you. If you give it to me before you cum... I'll fuck your brains out like I said I would at the bar. Understand?" You nod. "God, you're so pathetic," Daphne mutters, sliding the gag out of your mouth. "Spit on that dick for me. I want it as wet as possible." Perhaps it's because you're afraid for your life or perhaps it's because you're desperate for this woman to stroke you, but either way you obey her immediately. (Spit for 30 seconds) "Oh. And one more thing. You must obey my every command and answer each command with 'yes, mistress'. If you don't, I'll shoot you in the fucking foot and watch you bleed out. Say 'yes, mistress'" (Spit for 30 seconds) "Fuck. Do you feel the power I have over you? You're already desperate to please me. Keep spitting for me. Get it soaking before I start stroking it." (Spit for 30 seconds) "Hands off." She demands. You answer 'yes, mistress' before she shoves the gag back into your mouth. Then, her soft, delicate hand wraps around your now rock hard, spit-soaked dick, and she begins stroking at a slow pace. (40 slow strokes) Her other hand begins to delicately squeeze your balls, massaging them up and down. "Stare straight into my eyes while I stroke you. Don't you dare look at my body or I'll squeeze the shit out of these swollen little balls." (40 slow strokes) "Fuck, you want it so bad. I can see it in your eyes. You're craving to touch my body, but you can't even look at it or I'll never let you cum again." She's speaking with a tone of pure ecstasy, as if she's enjoying every second of torturing you. (40 slow strokes with massaging balls) She speeds up the pace, staring unblinkingly into her eyes, her hand giving your balls a tight squeeze. (50 medium strokes while massaging balls) "You know you're torturing yourself. Senselessly. I would fuck you till you came again and again if you just gave me what I want." (50 medium strokes while massaging balls) (50 medium strokes while massaging balls) "Get harder for me. HARDER. As hard as you can for your mistress." (50 medium strokes while massaging balls) She speeds up the pace again. "You could look anywhere you want if you just gave me that fucking information. You can bust all over my tits if you'd like. I know you'd love that." (50 fast strokes while massaging balls) She squeezes your balls again. "So much damn cum. I know you want to explode for me." (50 fast strokes while massaging balls) "Get so close to that edge for me. I want the anticipation to build. I want it to be excruciating. I want to see the primal, animal desperation in your eyes." (50 fast strokes while massaging balls) She slides the gag out of your mouth. "Moan for me when you're on that edge. Scream for me, you fucking animal." (Fast strokes till edge) Right as you tell her you're on the edge, she slides your dick into her mouth, then slowly sliding it out, then back in, whispering in between, "Don't you dare fucking cum, bitch. And tell me how bad you want this pussy." (10 very slow strokes) You're riding that edge, moaning for this woman, your mind completely blank, only filled with pleasure and horniness. (10 very slow strokes) She slides it out one last time, now licking the tip of your dick, soaking in her spit and your spit and your precum. "Hold that edge, honey." "Yes, mistress," You gasp in ecstasy. (Play with tip for 30 seconds) With her single finger, she rubs the underbelly of your dick, pushes it up to hit your stomach as she continues licking the tip and rubbing the dick against your body. (Play with tip and underbelly) "Baby..." she whispers in a husky, hushed tone. "You'd do anything for your mistress, wouldn't you?" (Same as above) "Yes... yes, I would," you answer between deep breaths. "Tell me you're my slave. Tell me I'm your master." (Same as above) "Good boy. Now tell me what I want to know and I'll swallow your huge fucking load." You can't control yourself anymore. You're desperate for her. The information spills out of your mouth while she plays with your cock so expertly. She's broken you down. (Same as above) As soon as you tell her, she lets go of your dick, letting it flop off your belly, as she grins triumphantly. "Fuck, you're so pathetic, aren't you. You'd do anything for a good orgasm. Well... get ready for the best one of your life." "Cum when you want, honey. You've earned it."She shoves your dick back into your mouth and starts sucking furiously, giving you the greatest blowjob you've ever had in your life. (Fast strokes till cum) Even after you bust, she keeps sucking with the same ferocity, showing off her body to you as she does it. Fuck, she's so perfect. (100 fast strokes with both hands) "Was it worth it?" She mutters to you as she starts strokes your shaft, still letting cum pour out. "Yes... yes. It was the best I've ever had." (50 slow strokes) "I know it was." And with that, she turns away from you and leaves the hotel room, leaving you mesmerized, still bound, and soaked in your own cum.

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