0 comments/ 177363 views/ 24 favorites Stacked Shelley's Airport Search Ch. 1 By: Sexy Shelley I got to the airport early to catch my plane from New York to Houston. With all the new security stuff you have to go through, I thought, it can take forever. Let me tell you about myself. I'm a thirty-year old redhead with green eyes and a very voluptuous body. I have a master's degree and a good job and I'm no bimbo, but I guess I look like one. Like my alter ego Jessica Rabbit said--I'm just drawn this way! I'm not tall—only 5'5"—but my legs are nice, and I have a slim waist, curvy, plush hips, and tiny little hands and feet. I like people to look at me and to notice I'm pretty all over--but mostly everyone just stares at my breasts. They're huge. They've been stacked all my life—since I was about 12. Now, my breasts are so big that they stick out of everything I wear, and people think they must be fake. They're not, though. It's all me. I outgrew my 38DD bras years ago and started having to get everything custom-made. (For all you guys out there—when people talk about EE cups and GG cups, it kind of doesn't mean anything, because after DD, it's either made to order or these humungous, ugly restraining devices that fat women wear.) That said, I'm several cup sizes bigger than DD. I get it from my mother—a classic big-breasted southern beauty from Texas. That's where I was going the other day—down to Texas to visit. That's when it all started. I was wearing a really tight white top that stretched over my chest, and a tight satiny skirt with a slit up the side. I was wearing heels, like always, and had my nails painted and the whole nine yards. I was looking pretty cute if I do say so myself. So I get to the metal detector and put my little carry-on bag on the machine. I go through and of course it goes off. This always happens to me. When you're as big up top as I am, you have to wear bras with support—which means a metal wire. The guard motioned me over to secondary where there was another guard to check me with the wand. This guard looked at me carefully. She was Hispanic—Puerto Rican maybe, or Dominican. She was a little taller than me, with black curly hair falling over her shoulders. She was pretty, with full lips painted dark red, and a little mole like Cindy Crawford. But she also looked pretty tough. Hard, you might say. She was wearing a uniform, and it fit her differently than the other guards. It was tight up top and showed off her high breasts and muscular arms. The name on the uniform read Elena. "This girl must really work out", I thought. She had light-brown skin, and her muscles were really toned. Her uniform pants fit really tight, showing off her long legs and tight ass. Her breasts weren't big, but her backside was—J. Lo style all the way! I tried to smile at her. "I always set that thing off with my bra", I said, looking for some sister-style sympathy. She just stared at me. "Raise your arms, please." She moved the wand over me, staring at me up and down. My nipples immediately got hard. Besides being huge, my breasts are incredibly sensitive, and they get aroused at the slightest thing. She brushed the wand over me, more than once. Sure enough, it beeped around my underwire bra. "I'm sorry," she said, "but now we have to check and make sure you don't have something in there." With that, she felt me up—the bra first, and then she moved her fingers up to my tits, looking straight into my eyes as she did. I gasped with shock, and felt my pussy juice up instantly at her touch. She wasn't too obvious—there were lots of people around, after all, but she definitely got a good long feel in. Then she took the wand and ran it over me again, top to bottom. She turned me around and made me spread my legs as she scanned it over my ass. It beeped again. "What? Oh shit!" I thought. I forgot. I've got Ben-Wa balls in my pussy. They're these asian metal balls—two of them, that I have to keep in my pussy pretty much all the time. The kind I have are linked together with a string, and they move around and vibrate a lot in my pussy—keeping me wet and aroused pretty much all the time. I have to do it because my man tells me to. Earl is sexually very dominant, and controls me to an extent that I never thought possible. I'm a feminist, in most things. I believe that women are as smart and capable as men, and I believe we should be treated equally at work and paid the same and have the same advantages men have. Except that in my personal, sexual life, I'm attracted to strong, powerful, virile men who put me in my place. Earl has me on my knees. He's got a huge cock and he knows how to use it to control me. He makes me wear slutty clothes all the time and display myself for him in public. And when he wants me, he just takes me—no warning, no foreplay, just him. That's why I use the balls. They keep me wet all the time so that when he wants me, I'm ready and it doesn't hurt as much. Plus that it feels great—I'm always on the edge of coming, and sometimes I do come without anyone noticing. Pretty sick, huh? Well, that's me. That's my life. You do what you want with yours. Anyway, here I am at the airport, with this hot Puerto Rican bitch feeling my tits and being mean to me, and the wand is beeping when she puts it over my pussy. I turned bright red and started sweating, I was so nervous. She straightened up and looked at me. "What the fuck is that?" "Please," I said. "I can explain. I'm so embarrassed. Please believe me—I totally forgot." I leaned closer to her and whispered "I have these metal balls—inside me." "Inside where?" she said, really loud. "Shhh!" I begged her. "Inside my, you know, inside my pussy." She stared at me, and then laughed in my face. What a bitch. "Well," she said, still talking in her normal loud New York voice, "If you've got some metal stuck up in your pussy, I'm gonna have to check it out. All I know, you could have a bomb up in there. C'mon, hot stuff, you're coming with me." She strutted over to the first table and told her co-worker, a black woman named Regina, that she was taking me to secondary to do a full search. Instead of boring old comfortable shoes, this Puerto Rican minx was wearing a pair of black leather boots—high heels, pointed toes, and fine leather that went high up over her strong calves. I felt weak and a little sick. She spoke to Regina at the x-ray table, and then they both looked into my bag. She looked back at me with a devilish grin, and dumped my carry-on bag onto the table. Out fell my keys, makeup, wallet, phone, and this big heavy flesh-colored vibrator. My vibrator. She grabbed it in one hand, like a club, stuffed the rest of my stuff back in, and stalked back to me. She clenched my arm, hard, in her strong fingers, and started pushing me down this hallway. "All right Big Tits," she said. "What the fuck is this? You really think I'm going to let you get on the plane with this shit? You could kill someone with this thing." I felt like crying. Wouldn't you? You're standing in front of all these people who are mad because you're holding up the line. You've got Ben Wa balls in your wet pussy, everyone is staring at your big tits like you're a slut, like a piece of meat, and you're being treated like a criminal. Worst of all, I was afraid she was right. You really could hurt someone with a dildo as big as the one I've got. I had it custom-made to copy Earl's big, thick dick. They made it pretty much exact, as far as size and shape. Over ten inches long, bigger around than a can of Coors, slightly curved, and colored pink, just like his skin. And it vibrates, when you turn it on. This chick was walking too fast for me, pushing me in front of her. My tits jiggling all around, me stumbling on my heels, my pussy getting stimulated by the vibration of the balls. Next thing I know, I'm in this little concrete room—not much bigger than a storage closet—with nothing but a few chairs, some junk in boxes, and a crude sign with the name of the security company on it. It smelled of cigarette smoke and stale pizza. Elena sat down in the chair, and stared at me top to bottom. "Just stand there for a minute," she said. "Stand there and let me look at you." She held my fake cock lightly in her hands, tapping it against her chin, thinking. I stood in front of her, my legs wide apart. Why did I stand with my legs apart? Habit, that's why. My man always did this to me. He'd sit there and check me out, and make me do things for him. If I ever sat or stood in front of him with my legs together, he'd be on my ass like you wouldn't believe. I mean that literally. He'd have me bent over with my ass in the air, and his big hand cracking my butt cheeks like I was a drum. How I screamed! "All right Titsy," Elena said. "You seem like a nice girl. Why don't you show me this metal stuff you've got in your pussy. Maybe that will help me start to believe I shouldn't call to the FBI." She saw my surprise, and continued, "What, you don't know the rules? Trying to bring this thing on an airplane is a federal crime now. FBI automatically gets called on something like this. But maybe we'll just keep it between us girls, huh?" I didn't know what to say. I just sort of nodded. The room was stuffy and made me feel claustrophobic. I felt like crying. "Please, don't keep me in this little room," I said. "I feel trapped in here." "Come closer," she ordered. I came. She sat with her legs apart on the edge of her chair, looking up at me. Her lips were so full, so sexy. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to be nice to me. I stared into her eyes, hoping she would let me kiss her. "Smack!" she slapped me across the face, hard. Tears immediately came to my eyes and I could feel my face turning red. "Bitch, don't look me in the face," she said. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Remember where you are, slut. You think this is some titty-bar or something? Think you can just push those big fat tits in my face and I'll forget about doing my job? Don't you ever look at me unless I tell you to. Keep your eyes down, bitch." My face burning, I looked down at the toes of her fine leather boots. "First thing you do, Titsy, let's have whatever it is you've got shoved up that hot pussy of yours, huh? In fact, how 'bout you drop that skirt and peel out of that top and let's see what you've been trying to show off all day." I did. I dropped my skirt and stepped out of it. I pulled my skimpy top off and kept my hands in back of my head, elbows out, displaying my body for her in bra and panties. I was scared to look at her again. She stood up and walked around me. My nipples were hard, standing out like bullets. She stood behind me and breathed into my ear, making goosebumps stand up all over me. From behind she put her hand between my legs and felt my wetness. She had my big cock-vibrator in her other hand, and it brushed against my shoulder blades. I felt her turn it on, heard the low hum of it vibrating. She came around me and played it around my nipples. Then, suddenly, she grabbed the thin triangle of my g-string and tore it off me with one rip. I cried out, shocked again. She slapped me again, hard. Her strong fingers pinched my nipple through my lacy bra. "Bitch, quit stalling and squat!" she said. "I told you to let me see what you've got shoved in your sloppy cunt, didn't I?" I squatted down in front of her, eyes down again towards her boots, and popped out my Ben-Wa balls. They were slick with my pussy juices and hot from being in my cunt. "Put them on the table," she said. "Stand up. Put your hands behind your head." She popped my bra off and let my big boobs swing out. There was a mirror on the wall behind her and I could see myself, red-faced, huge-titted, standing in my high heels, sticking my ass and my chest out like a dumb cow. I screamed again as she thrust her fingers inside my pussy. I was so wet, but it still hurt me a little at how rough she was. She felt all the way around inside me, and then started to stimulate me with her fingers. She found my g-spot and pressed it, rubbing my clit at the same time. I started to moan, and suddenly she stopped and pushed her fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices. "Get your ass over here!" she said angrily, pushing me to the edge of the table. On it, besides my Ben-Wa balls, were laid out the contents of my carry-on bag. Along with my keys, wallet, phone, and makeup, were a collection of photographs. Photos of me, servicing my man. God, could it get any worse? "Don't you know that porno is illegal in Texas?" she said. "And it's also illegal to distribute this stuff without a license. And I know you don't have a license." I thought she was lying, but I was too embarrassed to argue. "Look at you, slut. Swallowing all that meat like it was your last meal on earth. Rubbing those big fat tits over anything that moves. How'd you ever become such a slut, anyway?" I didn't know what to say. Earl made me carry the pictures around, because he knew they turned me on. He'd call me up and have me look at them while I fingered myself. He knew that it made me more horny, and that's how he controlled me—kept me less able to think for myself when all I could think of was his cock. The pictures showed me on my knees, licking the head of his huge prick. They showed me with both of my little hands on his shaft, pumping him as best I could even though my fingers didn't reach all the way around. They showed me deep-throating him, with my neck swollen out like a snake's. Elena stared at them carefully—the ones of me tit-fucking him. He was so big that even my huge tits didn't contain him completely, and the head of his tool would push into my mouth on the upstroke. There were more—lots more. Me on my hands and knees, taking it from behind, my tits swinging wildly. Me on top of him, my face contorted in pain as he impaled me on his big pole. Him coming on my face, sperm spilling onto my neck and chest. And finally, me with another woman, her legs wrapped around my neck, my face hidden in the valley of her cunt. "What kind of a cum-slut are you, anyway?" she said, falling on my breasts with her lips, teeth, and fingers. She licked me and sucked me and bit my sensitive tit-flesh with her teeth. Her strong brown fingers mauled me and hefted my breasts like she was weighing meat or melons in the supermarket. I cried out and moaned and begged her to stop, but she didn't stop. I tried to push her off but she was much too strong. She slapped me again, slapped my face, my tits, and my bottom. She pushed me down, my legs collapsing under me, and pushed her strong leg up against my naked body. Elena lifted her boot so that the toe of it pressed against my pussy, my clitoris. I hugged her leg, and started humping her foot with my cunt. I felt so nasty, so helpless and degraded. I was crying and my pussy was leaking down my thighs. She smiled cruelly, and rotated her foot into my cunt. God, it felt so good. I looked up at her to see if I was pleasing her, forgetting, and then I remembered and felt so scared that she'd slap me again. But she didn't—she looked down at me and smiled, petted my cheek, and let me continue grinding my pussy against her boot. If you're not a submissive you won't understand—but I can tell you that I felt so happy and in love with her—simply for not hitting me—that I would have done anything for her. That's how sick this thing can be. And with my cunt on fire, her boots felt heavenly. I wanted to come so bad I would have fucked a telephone pole. She pushed her toe up against me and smirked as I moaned and jerked my hips around. She still had the vibrator-cock in her hand, and she held it right in front of her crotch as if it was her own dick. She turned it on low and grabbed me by the back of the head, forcing it between my lips. I could suck it good, of course. It was mine, and I'd been taking it for years. But it was still so big--every time I had to swallow it I couldn't believe it. Elena teased me with it. She pushed it in deep and then pulled it out so that when I lunged forward with my lips I missed. She slapped my face with it and then let it dangle around my mouth and face, smearing me with my own saliva. Then she pushed it in deep, watching me open my throat up wide and take almost all of the big vibrating cock. Just then the door opened and Regina, the black woman guard, walked in. She strolled in as if the sight before her—naked, huge-titted white girl on the ground, humping the boot of her sexy dominant Puerto Rican co-worker, who was pushing a huge vibrating dildo down her cocksucking throat--was the most normal thing in the world. She walked over to the table and picked up my pictures. "I guess you're not coming back for a while, huh?" she said to Elena. "Guess not," said my sexy tormentor. Regina took a couple of my pictures and put them in her pocket. "Damn, these are pretty hot," she said. "Is this your man, this big-dicked whiteboy?" All I could do was nod, my mouth still full of fake cock. "Damn," she said. "Next time you bring him with you, hear? I'll do the strip-search on his ass." The two of them laughed and Regina strolled out. As she reached the door she called back. "I'm a tell Horace you're in here, okay?" I didn't have time to think about what she said. I could feel my orgasm coming on, and I wanted it so bad. Suddenly, though, she pulled the vibrator out of my mouth, jerked her foot away from my cunt, and yanked me to my feet. "Alright Big Tits," she said. "That's enough for now. Let's remember who's in trouble here, huh? Let me ask you a question. What do you think you're here for anyway?" I felt like crying when she took her foot away. I needed to come so bad I was going insane. A million answers came to mind, but I knew the right one. "To please you. To do anything you tell me to." "Damn right," she said. "You're not as dumb as you look. Show me how well you know how to please me, little slut." END OF PART I. Stacked Shelley's Airport Search Ch. 2 Note: Reading Part 1 first highly recommended. Shelley tells the story of how she, (a huge-breasted submissive redhead), inadvertently sets off the metal detectors at the airport, and is strip-searched by Elena, a sexy, dominant Puerto Rican security guard. (From Part I) I could feel my orgasm coming on, and I wanted it so bad. Suddenly, though, she pulled the vibrator out of my mouth, jerked her foot away from my cunt, and yanked me to my feet. “Alright Big Tits,” she said. “That’s enough for now. Let’s remember who’s in trouble here, huh? Let me ask you a question. What do you think you’re here for anyway?” I felt like crying when she took her foot away. I needed to come so bad I was going insane. A million answers came to mind, but I knew the right one. “To please you. To do anything you tell me to.” “Damn right,” she said. “You’re not as dumb as you look. Show me how well you know how to please me, little slut.” ++++ I approached her slowly, and moved my hands to her breasts. I unbuttoned her uniform shirt slowly, and kissed my way from her neck down between her tits to her belly button. I pulled her shirt out of her pants, and slid it off her shoulders, as sexily as I could. I wanted to please her so bad! I was so afraid she’d get angry at me again and push me away, but she didn’t. She let me kiss her on the lips—so soft! and responded to me as I kissed her neck and shoulders. Her curly hair smelled so good. She had a tattoo of a naked woman on one shoulder blade, and a name (Ramon) written in cursive on the top of one breast. I slipped off her bra and kissed her brown breasts. They were much smaller than mine, but still nice handfuls, perfectly shaped with long dark-brown nipples. I took them in my mouth, rolling them between my teeth and tongue. “MMMM…” she moaned. I bit into her, lightly, and she groaned even more. I undid her black leather belt and unzipped her tight pants, sliding my small hand down to her pussy. She was soaking wet to the touch. I pulled out my fingers and licked them, loving her spicy, dark taste. Kneeling down behind her, I peeled her pants over her generous hips. Goddamn, this chick had an ass on her! Her pants barely fit over her big round rump, but I pulled and tugged until I could slide them down. She stepped out of them, still wearing her black leather high-heeled boots, now slick with my pussy juice. I gripped her ass cheeks with my hands, envious of how they protruded straight out. Her little g-string completely disappeared between the valley of her big shapely butt, and I had to really stretch it out to slide it off. I could smell her wetness and I pushed my face forward from behind and penetrated her with my tongue. She moaned and pushed back into me. She parted her legs wider so I could get in deeper. I tongued her with everything I had, all over and inside her juicy-wet cunt. I wanted to touch myself at the same time, but I was afraid she’d be angry. Suddenly she stopped me and pushed me away. She sat down in the chair. I was on my knees still. She took off her bra. Now naked except for her cruel-looking boots and jewelry. I arched my back and offered her my big cow-like tits, and she accepted them, pinching me so hard that I cried out. She alternated being rough and tender, and then pulled me close to her. She leaned back in the chair, wrapped her long brown thighs around my neck, staring me in the eyes. She put her big fake cock—wait, that’s my cock!—in my hand, gave me a look that I couldn’t mistake, and squeezed her strong legs around my neck, practically drowning me in her cunt. Elena started to really moan when I ate her out. She had a big, prominent clit, and I licked and sucked it like I was giving a guy a blow-job. I tongued up and down her spread pussy lips, swallowing reams of girl-syrup. Even though it made me ache with jealousy and anger, I fired up the vibrator and began fucking her with it. I did it slowly and carefully at first and then when she opened up to it, I started really fucking her good. I couldn’t believe how much pussy juice she was putting out. It was all over my face and dripping down my chin. She had me with a death-grip on my hair, bucking her hips like she was getting shocked by a cattle prod. I was giving her almost all ten inches of the thick vibrator, and she was taking it like a pro. I started to wonder how big that Ramon guy must be, but before I could think about it much, she started screeching and crying out like a madwoman, alternating between English and Spanish. “Aiiyiayeee! Aiiiiiy! Si si si si, ay si you little fucking putita! My hot little big-titted puta! Ay si, si te gusta, no? Te gusta comerme asi, no? Que rico! Que rico tu eres! Eat my pussy, ho’. Lick it out good. Chupame como si fuera un helado. (Suck me like it was ice cream). Aiiiy si, you doing so good, Tetas. I love your big tits and your fine body, bitch. You’re my little bitch now, huh?” I hit the switch to High and slammed it all the way home, twisting it up into her with each long stroke. Elena went insane. I thought she’d break my nose between her thighs with the force of her come. “Aiiiiieieyahayyeauhhhgh! Aughgheigheiyuya! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Fuck meeee! Siiiiii!” After what seemed like forever she stopped bucking and grinding. She shoved me aside with her foot, and flipped the vibrator switch off, holding it still inside her cunt until it stopped convulsing. “Alright, girl,” she said to me, finally. “You did me right.” She smiled at me for the first time and I could see how satisfied and relaxed she’d suddenly become. “Maybe I’ll be nice to you after all. I can see you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Yes. I wanted her to think of me as a good girl. I nodded my head like a puppy and rubbed it against her knee. I was so happy that I’d pleased her. She petted my hair carelessly and lit a cigarette. “Go get me an ashtray,” she said. I jumped right up and over to the table to grab it. Big mistake. “I don’t recall telling you to stand up,” Elena said. “Did you hear me tell you to stand up, bitch?” I froze. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The next thing I knew she was on me, gripping my hair and the back of my neck with her strong hands. She shoved me, bending me over at the waist so that my breasts smashed into the table and swelled out on the sides like big pillows. My legs were still on the ground, barely, spread wide-legged, with my ass tilted up in the air. Her strong, sweating body pressed against me from behind, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples. I heard a whistling sound in the air and then Smack! Crack! She whipped my voluptuous ass with her black leather belt. I screamed. She cracked me again, hard. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. I begged her to stop, tears running freely from my eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t whip me. Please stop, stop, please…” I begged her for mercy, my ass on fire. She turned me around and made me put my hands behind my head again. She pinched my nipples so hard that I thought my legs would give out and then whipped my heavy sensitive jugs—not as hard as she hit my ass, but still pretty hard. I was babbling incoherently, begging her to stop. “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be a good girl,” I sobbed. “I won’t do it again, I promise. I’ll do exactly what you say and be a good little whore for you, I promise, please…” My ruthless tormentor turned me around again, back down onto the table with my ass up and my pussy exposed. Then I felt the hard humming buzz of the vibrator in her hand. Without letting me get ready, she slammed it into my tender pussy. It took my breath away. Any woman who’s ever had a really massive cock will tell you that you never really get used to it. It’s a shock, every time you get spread open and violated, and this time was even worse than usual. Elena slammed it into my core, making me scream. She pulled it all the way out and let the tip of it buzz on my exposed clitoris. Then she fucked me with it again, long strokes, to the very depths of my cunt-core. It hurt like nobody’s business, but I needed it so bad. I was ready to come within minutes, and I pumped my plush hips back against her and that big delicious cock-vibrator. I lost control. “Yeah that’s it. Fuck me with that big cock. You big stud! Fuck me with your big horse-cock. So deep in my tight hot cunt. I need it so bad, please don’t stop, please let me come, I’m going to come, please fuck me…augh my God! Fuck!” Elena hammered me with it and forced me onto the table all the way. She climbed on top of me like an animal and mauled my tits again from behind. She bit me on the back of the neck and fucked me mercilessly with the big vibrator. My face was pressed into the table, right on top of my sex-pictures that she’d humiliated me with. She whispered in my ear “All right you little big-titted slut. You want to come now? You want me to let you come now?” “Please. Please. Please let me come. I’ll do anything for you,” I cried. “Yes,” she said. She forced her belt between my teeth, like a bridle on a horse, to muffle my screams, and then really let me have it, High power. Even through the belt-gag, my screams could have woken the dead. “AIIIAIGAHGHAHESSSS! Giiiagyahh! UHGHGHgggghhhhh! Yesssssss!” I screamed for so long my throat ached. I came over and over again, each one lifting me higher into ecstasy. Finally, I collapsed, completely spent, and Elena eased the vibrator out of my cunt and let me drop the belt from my teeth. She pushed the vibrator in my mouth and I sucked it clean. Then, finally, I turned my head and realized, that while I was screaming my way to orgam, the door had opened, and that now, standing a few feet away from me was a tall, heavily muscled, young man wearing a uniform—not security, some sort of baggage handler or ground-crew worker—and a look of disbelief. He had smooth brown skin, a baseball cap on his bald-shaved head, he couldn’t have been older than 24, and his mouth was wide open, staring at us. Stacked Shelley's Airport Search Ch. 3 Note: Reading Parts 1 and 2 first highly recommended. Shelley, a huge-breasted, redheaded submissive, tells the story of setting off the metal detectors at the airport, being strip-searched and violated by Elena, a sexy dominant Puerto Rican security guard. The story resumes with the arrival of Horace, a young airport worker, who’s walked into the room as Shelley orgasms under Elena’s firm hand. Elena hammered me with it and forced me onto the table all the way. She climbed on top of me like an animal and mauled my tits again from behind. She bit me on the back of the neck and fucked me mercilessly with the big vibrator. My face was pressed into the table, right on top of my sex-pictures that she’d humiliated me with. She whispered in my ear “All right you little big-titted slut. You want to come now? You want me to let you come now?” “Please. Please. Please let me come. I’ll do anything for you,” I cried. “Yes,” she said. She forced her belt between my teeth, like a bridle on a horse, to muffle my screams, and then really let me have it, High power. Even through the belt-gag, my screams could have woken the dead. “AIIIAIGAHGHAHESSSS! Giiiagyahh! UHGHGHgggghhhhh! Yesssssss!” I screamed for so long my throat ached. I came over and over again, each one lifting me higher into ecstasy. Finally, I collapsed, completely spent, and Elena eased the vibrator out of my cunt and let me drop the belt from my teeth. She pushed the vibrator in my mouth and I sucked it clean. Then, finally, I turned my head and realized, that while I was screaming my way to orgam, the door had opened, and that now, standing a few feet away from me was a tall, heavily muscled, young man wearing a uniform—not security, some sort of baggage handler or ground-crew worker—and a look of disbelief. He couldn’t have been older than 24. He had smooth brown skin, a baseball cap on his bald-shaved head, and his mouth was wide open, staring at us. Elena looked at him and smiled. “Told you I was a freak,” she said. “How you like my girl here?” “Yeah,” said the young man. He was trying to play it cool, but was still too shocked to come up with a good response. Plus, he was rock-hard, and all the blood in his brain had rushed to his cock. “Bitch, this is my friend Horace,” she said. “Horace, meet my big-titted white bitch.” Horace smiled. This was something he could get used to. “See, I’ve been liking Horace for a while,” Elena said. “He’s a nice guy. And I could tell he liked me because he’s always staring at my ass and his big cock is always hard when I’m around. But I’ve got a boyfriend—he’s in jail but he’s still my boyfriend. And Horace is kind of shy—he’s not into all the freaky stuff like I’m into. And also I was a little afraid that he’d hurt my little pussy with his big dick. So I figure—why not let him pound you first, and then I’ll see how much it hurts before I take him. What do you say, Titsy?” I felt myself turn red again. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to have to fuck this stranger in front of her. Off in the distance, I heard myself saying “I’ll do anything you tell me to do.” “Damn right.” Next thing I know I’m on my knees again, unzipping this guy’s pants and fishing out his cock. He looked a little like the actor Vin Diesel, but younger and cuter. I'm expecting his cock to be big but I’m still shocked. He’s as thick as Earl, and even a bit longer, right around that foot-long mark. Gigantic, curved, brown, and unlike Earl’s, even thicker at the base than at the head, sort of like a snake. Elena’s kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt, whispering things into his ear that made him grin ear to ear. His chest and arm muscles were unbelievable. Tattoos all over, and an incredibly chiseled stomach. I’m licking him from base to shaft, juggling his big come-filled balls in my fingers, and stretching my mouth around his enormous tool. “Yeah, suck him, down, bitch”, Elena hissed. “Swallow that nasty boy-cum like the slut you are.” My pussy tingled from my last mind-blowing orgasm, and with the thought of what this big horse-prong was going to do to me inside. He was sitting in the chair, legs spread, while I knelt in front of him like a slave. His cock was wet and sticky with my saliva and I let him fall out of my mouth and land between my big breasts. It swayed back and forth in the air like a cobra. In addition to being huge and perfectly shaped, my tits are incredibly sensitive to the touch. For that reason, I love tit-fucking a big man. In fact, I’m famous for my tit-fucking skills. I love to do it and I'm proud of it. If you look at me, I promise that’s the first thing you’ll think of because my breasts are so big and shaped perfectly for it. They’re so sensitive too that the friction of a hot hard cock between them turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. I wanted to show these two what I was made of. I wrapped my big jugs around his thick shaft and stared into his black eyes as I gave him the best tit-fuck of his life. “See how good my bitch is,” she breathed in his ear. “All for you, Big Daddy. You like those big tits, huh? You be with me, I’ll let you fuck all the big-titty white girls you want.” Horace was groaning with pleasure as I worked his pole between my soft tit-flesh. Most cocks completely disappear in the valley of my cleavage, but his was so big that it came up into my mouth as he fucked me. Still, I could wrap him completely into the valley of my cleavage. My tits are so soft, when they’re wet like this that it’s like fucking a pussy. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and the feel of his big unit was making my pussy spasm uncontrollably. He started to thrust hard, smacking into my tits and making them shake and jiggle crazily. Then he grabbed me by the back of the head, shoving my throat down around his tool. “Make him come. Swallow his come, bitch,” Elena ordered. She was fully aroused by the scene in front of her. She kissed him passionately, thrusting her long tongue into his mouth, as I worked him over down below. She had the vibrator on again and started fucking herself with it. I sucked desperately at his big balls and pumped him with both hands like a cock-crazed whore. I wanted him to come so bad. I wanted to please him and show him what a good little bitch I could be. I could feel my throat contracting and spasming as I sucked him, and crazy humming sounds coming out of my stuffed mouth without knowing it. Suddenly, without much warning, he let out a twisted, strained growl, and his cock swelled to double its size. His eyes rolled back in his head and he gripped me so hard I thought I’d suffocate. He erupted deep down my throat like a volcano—flooding my gullet with his come. I gulped and gulped as fast as I could, each swallow making my throat muscles milk his cock--but loads of it still spilled out and dribbled down my neck and tits. Horace leaned back and kissed Elena again, sighing with pleasure and smiling at her as if she was the one who’d sucked him off. Elena brought me to my feet and started to suck my breasts, licking the come off me. She fingered my pussy again, roughly, and felt me soaking wet down there. I was so hot for it again, I didn’t care what they did to me. “Get him hard again,” she said, twisting my nipple and pinching my tit-flesh so hard that my eyes watered. That didn’t take long—a 24-year old black guy with a horse-cock, and two sexy women? Shit, he was hard before she even finished the sentence. I straddled him, my tits pushed into his face. I loved the feeling of his soft lips and huge hands on me. My massive juggs slapped against his face, and he took me in his big hands. Damn, but this kid knew how to handle my big rack. He bit my nipples and licked them, worked the tender flesh just like I was craving. I could feel his iron-hard rod erect against his chest, stretching a good five inches past his belly button. I ground my wet cunt against it, and then felt him lifting me up—way up—to where I could mount his big pole. Immediately, when I felt his big head parting my pussy lips, I got scared and tried to get away. This fucking thing was going to break me! I still had my tiptoes on the floor on either side of him, and I pushed against his muscled stomach and tried to raise up off him. He just smiled, mouth full of my fleshy tits, and lifted me from the ground, the tip of his huge member still in my pussy lips, and then let me slide down onto his rock-hard tool. I screamed again as I slid down on it. Each one of his ten-plus inches felt like it was splitting me in half, like you bust apart a wishbone on a turkey. “OAHAHHHH! FUCCCK!” I screamed. “Please don’t…go slow, please…auuhgh, too big….fuck…You’re killing me you big-dicked bastard! Fuckkkk! Goddaamnnnghghahgh! Aughhgh! Fuck meeeee!” Finally, I’d hit bottom, taken his every inch. It felt incredible. I began to bounce on his pole, tits flying in every direction at once, my long hair shaking and falling on my shoulders, my face contorted in agony and lust. Suddenly, I was in the air. Horace stood up, taking me with him with almost no effort, continuing to pound into my abused pussy with everything he had. Even though I’ve been fucking big-dicked men for a long time, my cunt is still really tight and small. It’s always hard for me to take, and it always hurts. But it hurts so fucking good! He was groaning and sweating with the force of his fucking. I was impaled on him, riding up and down like a tiny little fuckdoll. My legs were spread obscenely, locked around his big body, and my arms were around his muscled neck, holding on for dear life as he jackhammered his cock into me. Elena was staring at us, amazed. Even she never imagined a scene like this—this young brown-skinned stud fucking the shit out of some big-titted redhead slut. I could feel an incredible orgasm building up inside me again. I couldn’t believe the strength and stamina of this big fucker. I cried and babbled incoherently. He walked me over to the table and put me down on my back. He grabbed my ankles with his huge hands and spread my legs as wide as they’d go. His young handsome face had become bestial with lust, and he began to long-dick me in earnest, each stroke truly painful, shocking me to the very core. “OOOEHEEEOHHGHG! Aughaightiiiii! I began to come, coming on each earth-rocking thrust of his thick prick. My tits pillowed out obscenely, bouncing so high that they hit me in the face. Elena pushed up behind him and reached around to fondle his heavy balls as he fucked me. I came and came, milking his huge tool, and in his passion he gripped me by the throat with one huge hand, and began to explode inside me again with an animal’s roar. Holy shit. I was so scared, but I loved it. He came what again felt like buckets and then collapsed on top of me. Stacked Shelley's Airport Search Ch. 4 Note: Readers should check out first three installments to understand what's going on. Suddenly, cruelly, Elena yanked him off me. My pussy made a sucking popping “slurp!” as the big member suddenly yanked out of it. I was left spread-eagled on the table, the same table where my bag and all its contents had been spread out for inspection. Elena and Horace began kissing. He sucked her nipples, and felt her up all over. Amazingly, he became hard again almost immediately. Elena smiled at him and turned around, offering him her big round Puerto Rican ass. Her hips were so wide and her butt was so thick and meaty. Big Horace was out of control with lust. He seized her by the back of the neck and forced her to bend over at the waist. Elena whimpered, suddenly submissive, and grabbed her ankles like a sex-starved bitch. Horace towered over her, his prick like the barrel of a baseball bat sliding over the cleft of her butt. He grabbed a handful of her thick black curls, and his other hand began slapping her big Latina ass, loud, painful-sounding smacks that made her cry out. Her delicious meaty cheeks began bouncing as he punished her, and she reached back with both hands to spread her booty even wider for him. I couldn’t believe how quickly she changed—how this bitchy domme suddenly turned into a slut like me. Horace was sweating all over. He snorted and grunted like a beast, and his heavy cock struggled to find its way home. He turned around and looked me in the eyes. “Bitch, get over here.”I jumped up and seized his prick in my hand. It was so hard and hot to the touch, and I could see Elena’s spread pussy lips dripping with desire. Without hesitating, I pushed his big cockhead right into Elena’s cunt, and Horace slammed it home with one massive thrust. Elena screamed with pain and her beautiful face contorted in agony. Horace started to fuck her, macking that big gorgeous ass with every stroke. She began crying out in Spanish again, begging for him to stop and then begging for more. She had no idea what she was saying, driven out of her mind by the pounding that filled every inch of her hot pussy. Horace fucked her to a screaming, desperate orgasm, and then pulled out to change positions. He sat back down on the chair and made Elena mount him, facing the other way so her luscious ass was in his face again. Riding him this way allowed his cock to penetrate to the deepest point possible. His big hands gripped her waist and hefted her up and down mercilessly. Elena cried out and moaned like a crazed witch, throwing her head around like a wild filly as she came over and over. I knelt down in front of them, amazed by this erotic spectacle. My big tits were sticking out in front of me about a mile and I took my vibrator in hand and began teasing it over the clit of the sexy Puerto Rican slut who’d just been dominating me not long ago. This put her into overdrive. “Oh fuck yes.. Yessss! Yess, that’s right, Tetas. You’re such a good little slut aren’t you? My hot white Tetona bitch. Eso. Dame lo asi, mi nina. Fuck yes. Duro, baby. Give it to me hard. That’s it big tits. Ay papi! Daddy, you’re so fucking big I love it. Oh fuckkkk!” Horace gave me a look that I couldn’t mistake. He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pushed her forward so that her weight rested on the soles of her high-heeled boots. His big brown cock was sloppy with girl-cum. He spread her ass apart again with his large hands, and pressed the head of his male weapon against her little brown asshole. “Ay, no, papi!” Elena seemed scared for the first time. “Please don’t do me there. You can do anything else you want to me. You can do anything you want to this big-titty white slut here—don’t you like her? See how I got her for you Big Daddy? Ayyyiii! No, you’re too biiiigggg!” Horace didn’t give a fuck. He was consumed with lust and hormones. Nothing could hold him back. The thick head of his cock pushed painfully into Elena’s gorgeous asshole, and she screamed again. She tried to pull away, but he had her in his powerful grip too good. The more she bucked and shook, the deeper his big dick pushed in. Vibrator still in hand, I began licking her big fat clit. She loved it. She grabbed my hair and pulled me in. I licked it all over and sucked it into my mouth, and at the same time began working the vibrator into her hot cunt. Elena alternated between moans of pleasure and cries of intense pain as Horace’s sledgehammer cock drove deeper and deeper into her tight ass. Finally she took it all, and he let her rest for a second, gasping as if she’d just run a marathon. Then we let her have it at the same time, front and back—two enormous cocks pistoning in and out of her like a fucking machine. She was so filled up that I swear I could feel the vibrator bumping into Horace’s cock inside her other chute. Elena’s strong legs and round ass bounced like a wild filly, and her eyes seemed inhuman, devilish with desire. Elena grabbed me and kissed my mouth, sucking my tongue into her wide Latina lips. She seized my big tits and mauled me again as she went over the edge yet again. “Ayyieighahghgheiii! Auhghgh! Fuckckck! Oh fuck yessss!” To shut herself up she shoved as much of my tit-flesh as she could fit into her gaping mouth…biting and sucking on it like a pacifier. From his deep groans and ungodly exhortations I knew Horace was about to come again. Smack! Smack Smack Smack he beat her ass like it was a bongo drum. His face twisted into an ugly roar, and he exploded again inside the depths of her bowels. Elena and I collapsed together on the floor, completely spent. Horace sat there for a while as his senses returned to him. He shook his head a couple of times like a fighter who’s been knocked down, and then he got up, put his uniform back on, and walked out. Elena helped me up and helped me clean up and get my stuff back together. She was being really nice to me, and I loved her more than ever. She called some number on the telephone and told me that my plane had been delayed so that I could still make it. I thought everything was going to end well, but just as I began walking to the door, she stopped me again with a rough hand to my tits. She reached into my bag and took my vibrator away again. “You want this, you’re gonna have to see me on the way back. Got it, Tetas?” But that’s another story.