Cheri's Erotic Ten - Vol. 1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Hey, shouldn’t a woman be doing this?”

  “I’m a federal officer. It’s in my jurisdiction to search someone suspected of a felony. So you’ll remain silent and do exactly what I say.”

  The skirt loosened and slid to the floor, revealing my pink panties. I felt my blush burning hot on my cheeks. He bent over and pulled the skirt under my feet then picked it up, taking a minute to examine it carefully, searching for anything hidden in its folds or pockets. When he was satisfied he tossed it onto a chair.

  He moved behind me and reached around to begin unbuttoning my blouse. In this position I could feel the heat of his body and smell his cologne. Despite my situation, I felt a twitch in my loins. He was very imposing, and I’d always been attracted to large men. Especially handsome ones with dark hair.

  He worked his way down through the buttons, until my blouse hung open and loose, revealing my bra. He pulled the blouse off my shoulders and I had to straighten up so he could slide it off my arms. Once again, he examined the garment carefully, searching thoroughly for anything hidden before tossing it on top of the skirt.

  “Step out of your shoes,” he ordered, and I complied. The rules forbade that I wear high heels while visiting the prison, but their absence still made me feel smaller next to this mountain of a man.

  He picked them up and searched them carefully before setting them aside. Then he walked around me a few times, examining me in my bra and panties. Once again I felt that twinge of lust deep inside me, and the first trickle of wetness seeped between my legs.

  Stopping behind me, he undid the clasp of my bra, and I felt my large breasts sag only slightly as the restraint was removed. He moved around to the front and pulled it down off my arms, revealing my rounded breasts to his gaze.

  The object I’d hid in there was nowhere to be seen, but only because I’d transferred it to my panties during the walk from the visitor’s room. I knew it was only a matter of time until he found it.

  After examining the bra and casting it aside, he circled me again, his eyes lingering on my breasts. I tried to fight it, but my nipples tightened into stiff points, pointing in a slightly upward direction. If he noticed, there was no outward reaction.

  Dropping to his knees in front of me, he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of the panties and pulled them down. I usually kept my pussy shaved completely smooth, but recently I’ve been allowing a small tuft of hair to grow at the very top of my slit. As he pulled the silken material downward, the tuft came into view, along with the rest of my pussy, causing more heat to flood in my cheeks as my blush reddened.

  He stared at me for a long moment, then pushed my panties down further. The paper my brother had given me fell out of my underwear, dropping to the floor and lying there – a small white square. He looked down at it for a moment and then back up at me, his eyebrows arched in surprise. From the look in his eyes I could tell that he thought he’d broken the case wide open, and was seconds away from discovering what they’ve been looking for.

  “Take a step back,” he commanded.

  I did as he asked, and he picked up the square of paper. It was folded tightly upon itself a few times, and he took his time unfolding it, finally opening it to its full size, about four inches square.

  He stared down at the image on the paper for a long moment, and then his brow furrowed. “What is this?” he asked.

  “It’s a drawing,” I replied. “He made it for me.”

  “A drawing?” He turned the paper over several times, studying the back and then returning to the front.

  “It’s his hobby. It’s what keeps him sane in there. He scrounges around for scraps of paper and anything to use as a pencil or pen.”

  “What’s it a drawing of?”

  “Let me see it.”

  He held the paper up so I could get a good look. After a moment I recognized it.

  “It’s a pond close to the house where we grew up. He drew it from memory.”

  Agent Dalton turned the image back to himself and studied it for a moment. “It’s pretty good,” he said.

  “He’s not allowed to give me anything, so that’s why we kept it a secret. We’re not hurting anyone.”

  He stood. “I’m going to have to confiscate this and have it examined for hidden information.”

  I sighed. “There’s no hidden information. He doesn’t know anything.”

  “I’ll make sure you get it back if it’s clean.”

  “Can I get dressed now?”

  “No, we’re not done.”

  “You found what you were looking for.”

  “And what if that was just a red-herring? Intended to distract me from something else you have hidden?”

  I held out my arms. “Hidden where? I’m completely naked here.”

  He moved behind me. “Bend over and grab the desk again.”

  I realized what was going on. “What? No, you can’t do that.”

  “Bend over,” he said firmly. His hand pressed on my back again, and I leaned over, holding the table for balance.

  “Miss Harding, I must perform a body cavity search on you. Please remain calm. It will only take a minute.”

  “Don’t touch me uhhhhh!”

  His hand cupped my pussy from behind and he wasted no time in pressing a finger into me. Despite my earlier twinge of arousal, I wasn’t completely lubricated, and his thick digit pushed harshly through my delicate folds, pressing deep.

  “Ow!” I gasped.

  “Just remain calm.”

  “Your hand is cold.”

  He didn’t reply, but instead moved his finger deep, sliding it around inside of me, searching for anything hidden. My pussy reacted like it usually did when something was put inside of it, and oozed its slippery fluid.

  His knuckles pressed against my outer lips as he pushed deep, and I felt his finger graze over the entrance to my womb. I bit my lip and stifled a groan as more of my slick lubrication flowed around his probing finger.

  My blush grew warm again as his finger began to make wet slick sounds inside of me. It was obvious he was feeling it too, but he remained silent as he continued his search.

  Then a second finger joined the first, and this time I couldn’t stop a small moan from escaping my lips. Once again he pressed deep, stretching his fingers into the base of my channel, moving them around and searching for any more contraband. One of his knuckles was right against my clit, jostling the tight bundle of nerves and causing it to swell and stiffen.

  “Mmm,” I moaned softly.

  He paused. “Did you say something?”

  I looked down, embarrassed. “No.”

  He continued his searching, his fingers sliding through my slippery grasp, stretching out my tender folds. I could actually smell the musky scent of my arousal now, and had no doubt that he could do the same. I was embarrassed, but at the same time I wished he’d use three fingers instead of two.

  He slid his fingers from me, and I moaned again.

  “That cavity is clear,” he said. “Let’s proceed.”

  I wondered what that meant, but when his finger slid up to nudge against the pucker of my asshole I shook my head. “No, don’t.”

  Once again he ignored my protestations and pressed his finger against my tight sphincter.

  “Uhhhhh, don’t!”

  My tight, muscular ring resisted his efforts to invade, but he pressed harder, forcing his fingertip against the fleshy divot.

  “Ahhhh,” I whined, as the pressure increased, and then suddenly he popped through, aided by my slick lubrication on his finger.

  “Oh god,” I grunted, as his finger wormed deeper inside of me, pressing through my constricting anus, twisting its way into my rectum. The pain of his intrusion burned around the ringed aperture.

  “Stop,” I moaned, but he didn’t let up, not stopping until his finger was completely buried in my ass. I only let one guy fuck me there, and the reason I did was because his cock was particularly small, and I figu
red if I was going to try it I may as well do it with someone who wasn’t going to rip me open.

  But the ironic thing was that this huge agent’s fingers were almost as big as that guy’s dick.

  He moved his finger around in my tight ass, sending glints of pain sparkling through me. But I felt myself grow accustomed to his invasion, and could feel tremors of pleasure in my pussy. I was just glad that he’d fingered my cunt first, since a dry finger shoved up my ass would never feel good.

  He slid his finger from me and my asshole clamped shut, twitching and spasming as it recovered from being stretched out. But then he was back, now with two fingers pushing against my anal ring.

  “No,” I whined again, but this time there was much less resistance, and his two fingers slid into my tightly clasping rectal sheath. Once again, my pussy honey made things just slick enough to allow him to push through my sphincter without making me scream.

  “Ohhhh, godddd,” I grunted, my ass cheeks quivering as he pressed deep, stretching my asshole even wider with the thick bases of his fingers. When he was all the way in, he moved his fingers again, searching my intimate cavity. I began to pant, all traces of pain fading away as the pleasure took over.

  Closing my eyes, I focused on the sensations inside me, enjoying his forceful touch. My pussy twisted and throbbed, the inner walls rippling up and down futilely, needing something thick to grasp.

  After a few moments he pulled his fingers out of my ass, and this time my anus gaped slightly, unable to return quickly to its previous tight pucker. I whined softly from the loss, panting gently as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me.

  “That cavity is clear also,” he announced. “You’ve passed the search. You’re not hiding any more contraband.”

  I took deep breaths, feeling the aching need inside of me. I hadn’t wanted this when it had started, but now I felt hollow, wanting him to continue.

  “You may put your clothes back on, Miss Harding.”

  I paused a moment, then whispered, “You must have missed it.”

  He stared at me closely. “Excuse me?”

  “There’s something hidden inside of me. You must have missed it.”

  He brought his face closer to mine. “This isn’t a joke, Miss Harding. I searched you thoroughly. There’s nothing hidden inside of you.”

  I shook my head. “Yes, there is. You need to look again. It’s in my pu– I mean my vagina.”

  He looked at me for another long moment, then returned his hand between my legs, resting his finger at the slick entrance of my cunt.

  “Here?” he asked.

  “Yesss. Oh god, you need to find it.”

  He pressed his finger into me, and I groaned loudly as his thick digit slid through my grasping walls.

  “Where?” he demanded.

  “Right there. Yesss, right there.”

  His finger searched around, caressing my inner folds. “I’m not feeling anything.”

  His side was pressed against mine, and I could feel his strength so close to me. Reaching down, I rested my hand against the front of his pants, unsure what I’d find. When I felt the hard ridge of his erection, another hot throb of lust pulsed through my cunt.

  “Miss Harding,” he said, his voice slightly strained, “do I need to remind you I’m a federal agent? You can get in big trouble for lying to me. Now is there something hidden inside of you or not?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where is it?”

  “You’re looking in the wrong spot.”

  “Where should I be looking?”

  I reached down and pulled his finger from me, then moved it up slightly, so that the pad of his finger was resting on my clit.

  “Right there,” I gasped. “You found it.”

  His finger rolled over the swollen nub. “This?”

  “Oh god, yes.”

  “I believe you came with this,” he said, as he continued to roll his finger over the erect button.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Perhaps I should search deeper. I have a special tool for that.”

  “Yesss. Please. Search deeper.”

  He continued to tease my clit with one hand, and I heard his zipper being pulled down as he moved behind me. I closed my eyes and waited, anticipating the touch of his cock at my entrance.

  He pushed me down further, causing my back to arch and my pussy to tilt up in invitation. Then I felt the rounded and smooth head of his erection nudge between the slick lips of my pussy.

  “Yesss, please. Oh god. Fuck me.”

  He moved his hands to my hips and gripped them tightly, before thrusting his body forward, powering his cock completely into me with one hard stroke.

  “Guhhhhh!” I grunted, my face twisting into a grimace of pleasure and pain. His ballsack pressed against the face of my cunt as his thick shaft stretched me wide, buried to the hilt in my spasming channel. His swollen cockhead lodged against my cervix, sending fresh waves of pleasure jolting through me.

  After holding deep for several long moments, he began to fuck me in hard vicious strokes, banging his hips against my rounded ass. His club of a cock battered my tender pussy, driving through the grip of my inner walls. Each time he drove deep the mouth of my cunt stretched wide, gaping around the thicker root of his dick.

  His girth caused my clit to be pulled down against the front of his shaft, gliding over his glistening skin as he pistoned in and out. I grunted rhythmically, matching the pace of his thrusts. And my breasts kept time, swinging pendulously forward and back, jolted by the impact of his body against mine.

  The pleasure rose inside of me, growing stronger with each cycle of his cock. I could feel my climax rushing at me, and I panted like a locomotive, gasping in short hard breaths.

  I’d never been with a guy who was so big, and it felt like his erection was reaching up into my stomach. And each time he withdrew, I felt hollow inside, desperately needed him to return, packing me full.

  His balls swung against my mound, slapping against the small tuft of hair as his fingers dug into the soft skin of my hips, using his strength to hold me in place as he rammed me with his brutal dick.

  He surprised me by moving one thumb to my ass and pushing inside, all the way to the second knuckle. I’d been skirting the edge of climax up to that point, but the extra sensation pushed me over, and my orgasm burst red-hot inside of me, blasting across my senses in waves of pleasure.

  “Uhhhggggg!” I cried, as my body bucked beneath him. He held my ass in place as the rest of me jittered and convulsed, my muscles spasming like I’d touched a live electrical wire. As my climax roared, he continued to fuck me with hard, even strokes, jacking my pleasure even higher.

  I could feel my cunt squeezing him rhythmically, my inner walls rolling up and down his solid length, massaging his powerful tool. It was almost like my pussy was begging him to fill it with a flood of his seed.

  But he had something else in mind, and as I slumped down from my ebbing climax, he reached and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking me back up. I winced, and then he slid his cock out of me before turning me around. I stared at him in a daze, wondering what he wanted. His eyes were dark with lust, and he growled, “Suck me.”

  I immediately dropped to my knees, and encircled the root of his cock with my hand. I stared at it in surprise for a moment, seeing it was so much bigger than I’d thought. I couldn’t believe something that thick and long had been inside of me.

  His stretched-tight skin glistened with my juices, and I angled it down until the bloated knob was directly in front of my mouth. Wasting no time, I took him inside, sliding my lips over the fat head. Once again, I noticed his size, stretching out my mouth more than any previous cock had done. Also, my own taste filled my senses as my tongue licked over the feminine slickness.

  He grunted and grabbed my hair again, pressing his thick bat to the back of my throat. I choked and gagged, and he backed off slightly to allow me to catch my breath. Then I pressed my face back down o
n him, sliding the tight grasp of my lips down around his thickness before beginning to bob my head.

  He must’ve been close from fucking me, because he began chuffing right away, taking deep breaths as he gripped my hair tighter. I held his hips in my hands, holding him in placed as I arched my neck up and down, slavering over his magnificent tool.

  “Uhhhh,” he grunted, and a glob of pre-cum oozed from the tip, which I licked away quickly, enjoying the salty slickness on my tongue. With one hand I reached down and gripped his testicles, rolling them together as I continued to ride my lips up and down his rigid shaft.

  By the sound of his groans, I could tell he liked me fondling his nuts, so I gave them another gentle squeeze, enjoying their solid heft in my hand. After a moment, I pressed two fingers up against the base of his sack, causing him to grunt in response.

  An idea popped into my head, and I grinned around his cock, enjoying the thought of it. Sliding my fingers up to his dick, I collected some of the slickness that was dripping down his shaft before returning underneath to massage the root of his scrotum.

  He was groaning his approval when I quickly slid one finger up to the ring of his anus and pressed hard. It resisted only for a split second before giving way, and my finger pressed into his ass, penetrating the tight sphincter.

  His reaction was immediate. He cried out in a sharp growl, then groaned loudly as he arched his back. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I actually felt the first jet of his semen surge up the shaft under my tongue before splashing hotly against the back of my throat.

  “Uhhhhhh!” he groaned loudly, and more volleys of cum followed, filling my mouth with spurts of creamy thickness. At the same time, his ass throbbed tightly around my finger, and I pressed it deeper, causing him to moan again.

  His hand gripped my hair tightly as he continued to fill my mouth with cum, and then he released, gasping for breath as his climax peaked and ebbed. I held his twitching cock in my mouth, running my tongue over the soft outer skin as I swallowed the load he’d given me.

  His erection began to fade, and I slid it from my mouth, licking along its downward droop to catch any drops of cream I’d missed. After giving his cock one last kiss, I stood.