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DS Mackenzie nods to her colleague as she follows him into the small interview room. She pauses and visibly takes a breath when she sees the suspect. Her heart stops. She closes her eyes briefly before turning to her colleague. “I’ll take this one.” He looks at her confused for a second before nodding and leaving the room. “Oh and do not come in here until I say so. No matter what happens.” Her colleague goes to protest, but then his superior gives him a look and he thinks better of it before leaving the room.

She inhales slowly before making eye contact with him. The room is dimly lit, but she clearly remembers the contours of his rugged face. He smiles with a knowing look. He remembers her too. The best fuck of her life. Raw, unrelenting, pure, animalistic sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Just what she needed. Those unforgettable memories still whirled around her mind on her evenings alone, and there were many of those. That unbelievable night was years ago and she has not experienced anything like it since. 

As though hypnotised by his presence, DS Mackenzie moves slowly towards the table, stops the tape, turns the CCTV off and disables the panic button. The suspect looks confused, his smile disappearing quickly. “What are you doing?” He asks, a slightly panicked tone in his voice.

Upon hearing his voice she smooths down her black pencil skirt and draws in a deep breath. Exhaling softly and flicking her head back, she speaks in a calm but assertive voice. “You may have had the power the last time we met. But I am the one in control now.” She pauses on the word control and pulls out her handcuffs. His eyes flicker with lust, possibly a fragment of fear. 

She struts slowly behind him. Bending over to pull his hands together behind his back, she softly whispers in his ear. “Bad guys like you need to be taught a lesson.” He winces and closes his eyes as she grabs his hands and cuffs them roughly. She walks in front of him and lowers her face inches away from him. She pauses a second, remembering the sweet seductive taste of him on her lips. “Do you understand?” He nods, his eyes gleaming with nervous excitement. He watches in disbelief as she stands back up and slips her underwear off, dangling the lace black knickers over his face. “Now you have to promise to be a good boy. Then I’ll let you go.” She throws her knickers down and turns away from him. Shimmying up her pencil skirt, she reveals her pert naked ass and places her hands on the desk. She lifts her ass in the air. ” Eat me out. Now.” 

He stares in disbelief and hesitates slightly before concentrating on steadying himself without the use of his hands. She reaches behind and pushes his head into her, exhaling gently as she feels his tongue inside her. She grips the edge of the table with one arm and guides his head in and out rhythmically with the other. Getting faster and faster, she has to stop herself calling out as he flicks his tongue between her lips, bringing all those wonderful memories from that night. Her eyes roll back, she grips harder onto the table, biting onto her arm to stop herself shouting out wildly.

It isn’t long before she is close to climaxing. Too afraid she can’t control her voice as she comes, she pushes his head away causing him to nearly lose his balance. She stands back up, turns around and pushes him back onto the chair. Reaching down to unzip him, she strokes him gently, whispering to him. “Poor guy. I bet you didn’t realise all those years ago I was a good girl. A good girl that likes to catch guys like you.” She stops and lifts her pencil skirt up once more, straddling him on the chair, getting into position. 

He stares at her, his cock throbbing uncontrollably. There is no denying the lust he has for her. Finally she guides him into her and she pushes down on him, not caring that her skirt rips slightly as she does. She covers his mouth quickly as he goes to call out. “Shut the fuck up.” She moves her hand and kisses him deeply. She stops and stares into his eyes, whispering at him, her hand still covering his mouth. “I can’t stand bad boys like you, thinking you can do whatever the fuck you like. Take whatever the fuck you like.” She rides him slowly. “Right now you’re going to take this pussy and you’re never going to forget it. Just like the first time. This is the best pussy you’ll ever have. Don’t. Ever. Forget. It.” With each of her final words she grinds onto him harder, her orgasm making her shudder and collapse on his shoulder. 

She stands up, smooths her skirt down, picks up her knickers and tucks them into her bra. She uncuffs him and goes to leave the room.

“Wait!” He shouts whilst hastily zipping himself back in. She stops without looking back. “Can I see you again?” She smiles to herself before exiting the room, leaving him desperate and throbbing for her.

She walks off quickly calling to her colleague as she does, “He can go.” Her colleague once again goes to protest, “But sarge-” She waves him off before heading towards the bathroom. 

Aware she has the bathroom to herself she enters a cubicle and slams her hand onto the door, feeling frustrated with herself. How could she be stupid? At the same time she can still feel her pussy quivering from him being inside her. She reaches to touch herself and is still wet. Closing her eyes she can still feel the fullness of him deep inside her. She wishes she could feel his cum dripping out of her right now. “Fuck!” She yells in frustration. She yanks her underwear out of her bra and angrily pulls them back on. 

She leaves the bathroom and heads back to the office at precisely the time he is escorted out. She stops to look at him one last time, her eyes giving away her unfulfilled desire for him. He returns her look with a smirk. 

DS Mackenzie looks down and hurries back to the office, trying to not get too worked up at the wondered that he might remember where she lives. 

NSFW: yes

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