1 comments/ 51317 views/ 7 favorites Airport Security By: zipzap1 As Rhonda rushed into the airport, she knew she was running late. This last minute flight down to Pensacola would be the last one for the summer and life seemed more hectic now than it had been all year. The older kids were back in school and had to be dropped off before she headed for the airport. The younger ones were lined up with the sitter, but leaving them still hadn't been easy. She was glad to get away for a few days, but they just seemed to keep wanting one more thing at the last minute. All of that meant a hectic start to her travel day. Hearing about all of the increased security, Rhonda remembered to pack all of her makeup and liquid items in her checked bag, and only carried a light purse to the security gate with her. She took her place in line and watched as the people in the front of the line went one at a time through the metal detector running their bags through the x-ray machine. When her time came, Rhonda handed the agent her boarding pass and I.D. as she put her purse on the conveyor belt. She waited until the light on the metal detector turned green and walked through. Suddenly the machine screamed very loudly, "beeeeeeeeeeep, beeeeeeeeeep!" Quickly the agent spoke. "Ma'am, can you please step back through the gate and remove any metal from your pockets, as well as your jewelry?" "Sure, no problem." And Rhonda quickly stepped back. She took off her watch and rings placing them in a small bowl and handing them to the agent. Stepping through again she was greeted with the very loud alarm. This time the agent spoke a bit more directly, "Ma'am, please step over to the side and one of our agents will be with you in a moment." Stepping over to the area of chairs to which he pointed, Rhonda noticed her heart rate increase as she couldn't think of what could be the problem. She stood nervously waiting on the agent. Very soon an attractive young lady in uniform came over and introduced herself. "Hello Ms. Hill. I'm agent Anne Harris. I just need to see if we can find out why you're having problems with the metal detector today. Please stand here with your arms spread to the sides and your feet about a foot apart." Rhonda quickly complied holding her arms pointed directly away from her body and wishing that no one was watching. Agent Harris began to move a hand held metal detector over Rhonda's arms, and eventually around her head, and in front of and behind her chest. She scanned over her feet and began to work her way up her legs when the hand held unit began to scream as she approached Rhonda's upper thighs. Suddenly the cause of the alarm hit Rhonda In marked embarrassment she recalled that she had forgotten one little detail in her planning and packing this morning. She wondered in fear how this morning's little "situation" might play out. Just as agent Harris' face began to show confusion at the unexpected location of the alarm, Rhonda quickly but quietly spoke up, "I'm so embarrassed!" Agent Harris looked at Rhonda as if to say, "it's going to be OK" and then spoke up. "Ms. Hill, I think we'll need to continue this interview in a more private area." Quickly Rhonda agreed, "please" as she began to follow Agent Harris a bit further to the side of the inspection area and into a small, windowless room. Agent Harris locked the door from the inside and reassured Rhonda "I know this is awkward, but I want to reassure you that this is a private room with no cameras. I'm hoping to help you get past this inspection with the least amount of difficulty or embarrassment. Unfortunately, given the location of the alarm, I'll have to ask you to take off your clothes for further inspection." Rhonda was already red in the face, and quickly spoke, "I'm so, so sorry, officer. I'm embarrassed by my lack of planning almost as much as I'm embarrassed by the whole situation. If you'll let me explain, I think I can clear this up without all of that trouble." "Neither of us have much time, Ms. Hill. Please be quick." "I don't know if you'll understand but .... See... sex is really important in my life. When we're together, a day rarely passes when my husband and I don't have sex at least once if not more times. The problem is that he's been away for a week, and I've had to take other measures to keep from going crazy." "So, you take care of it yourself. I get that point. But what does that have to do with setting off the alarm here?" "Well, sometimes the 'urge' hits me kind of quickly, and I need some relief right away. So for those times, I've gotten used to wearing this." With that, Rhonda unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down revealing a butterfly shaped pink vibrator strapped over her clitoris and vagina. After a brief uncomfortable pause, Agent Harris finally spoke, "I don't think I've ever seen such a thing." "It's battery operated and controlled by a remote that's in my purse," Rhonda explained. "If I start feeling like too wound up and need some relief, I just need a couple of minutes alone and everything is better. I've even been able to use it discretely in front of friends who never knew what was going on. In my haste to get here this morning, I put it on like always, but forgot that it would go off here!" "Well, Ms. Hill, Thankfully I won't have to arrest you or detain you for trying to get through security wearing a vibrator. But, I will have to confiscate it." "That's no problem, agent. It's not that expensive, and my husband is at the other end of this flight. As you might imagine, I'm anxious to get to him for some much more serious relief!" Turing a bit red at her thought, Agent Hill made a suggestion. "Actually, Ms. Hill, as I told you this room is secure and there are no cameras. Your goal is to be able to walk out of here and walk through the metal detector without an alarm. Perhaps I could make it even less potentially embarrassing if we came up with a way for me not to have to confiscate and turn in your little toy and for you to pass the detector test." "I'm listening. Oh, and you can call me Rhonda" "Thanks, Rhonda And if this all works, you can call me Anne!" "Sure, now what's the plan?" Anne paused then spoke, "Well, you need to walk out not wearing your vibrator. And you would prefer that I not report it and turn it into the government. So, there's only one other way to dispense of it." Rhonda was starting to catch on, "...like you could wear it!" Anne paused and smiled, "yes." "I can't imagine a better plan," replied Rhonda "Let's do it." With that, she began to slip off her shoes and jeans. At the same time, and rather eagerly, Anne did the same with her shoes and pants. Noticing Anne's pink lace bikini panties, Rhonda commented, "Nice panties, but I don't think you'll be needing them." "You're right." Anne replied and slipped off her panties handing them to Rhonda "But you might!" Rhonda slipped into Anne's panties all of a sudden feeling excited and wondering how she'll ever explain all of this to David! Taking the vibrator over to Anne, Rhonda offered to help her put it on correctly. She had Anne slip her feet into the straps and slid them and the vibrator up until she gently pushed the butterfly onto Anne's lips and clitoris. Moving it back and forth gently, she wanted to make sure that it was perfectly comfortable. Anne let her know, "mmmmm" "Fit's ok, huh?" asked Rhonda "Oh yes!!" came the quick reply. They both redressed, rehearsed the rest of their plan and walked out the door. Suddenly speaking much more officially, Anne said, "O.K. Ma'am, can you please step over to the table?" as she motioned to a small table. "I will need to re-examine you with the hand held detector. Will you please stand with your feet about a foot apart and with your arms stretched outward?" Rhonda quickly complied. Agent Harris moved the detector all around Rhonda's body without alarm. They both noticed that the more senior agent who was watching at a distance seemed pleased. Moving back to the table Agent Harris asked Rhonda, "Ma'am, is this your purse?" Rhonda replied, "Yes, ma'am." "I'll need to search it. Do I have your permission?" "Yes, certainly." Agent Harris started to shuffle through the small purse until she removed a small remote control that looked like a car alarm switch. She asked, "What does this do, Ms. Hill?" "It's a remote control. I didn't even mean to pack it." "Yes ma'am, I understand. Can you please demonstrate that it functions?" Realizing what Anne was really asking, Rhonda quickly demonstrated where the "ON" button is located, and pushed it. Anne's face changed ever so imperceptibly as she smiled at Rhonda - but subtly so no one would notice a thing. "I'll let you go on to your plane, Ms. Hill, but please remember to leave things at home that you don't need for your trip in the future." "I will, ma'am." Rhonda replied. As Anne returned the items that she had removed back to the purse, Rhonda noticed that she palmed the small remote control and kept it for herself. She clicked it off for now, but Rhonda knew that wouldn't be for long. Rhonda smiled at Agent Harris and extended a hand, "Thanks for your help today, officer." "No, Ms. Hill, Thank YOU." Rhonda walked off headed to her plane, but turned around one more time to notice that Anne had excused herself and was heading into the ladies' room for a few minutes of alone time. Airport Security No one likes airports. You show up early to spend hours in a place where you really don't want to be – with overpriced food, disgruntled servers, and harried businessmen. I sighed as I dropped my carefully packed suitcase off with the TSA officer in charge of the Xray machine, wondering if the battered corners could take another tossing. I moved to stand in line to allow my other belongings, including my body, to be run through with electro-magnetic rays. As the line inched forward, I thought about my pending journey and how it meant that I would be spending several weeks celibate. This could be a good thing. Perhaps I could finally learn to wait for something worthwhile to come along, for someone special that I could really care about. Maybe several weeks of nothing could convince me I could make it until that person came along. Or perhaps the weeks of alien abstinence would simply build until the nymphomaniac in me awakened once again, craving human touch from anyone, anywhere, anytime. My brain would scream at me to wait for something more meaningful, but my body would win. I would trade the potential for a lifetime of closeness and caring for an hour or two of sweating and moaning. Part of me preferred that to the flickering mirage of something real, which I always find to be nothing more than course sand slipping through my outstretched fingers. Already my body was responding to the thoughts running through my head; the hunger, the thirst, and the sweet moment when I would feed again. My imagination weaved an amazing lover from thin air – one who would pay attention to and adore every detail of my body. Who would tell me how amazing and tasty my pussy looked, how the peak of each breast is as thrilling to ascend as Kilimanjaro. A lover who would worship the softness of my skin ... slowly, languorously, bringing us both to the edge and back again. His body would be taught and hard with excitement, yet he would retain control of himself ... slowly enjoying our bodies tangled together until he could look deep into my grey eyes and share my hunger for him. I shook my head to clear the delicious vision, moving forward as the passenger behind me grumbled about my not moving forward with the line. My daydreaming had left me moist and sure that I wouldn't last until a worthy lover entered my life. I scanned the waiting ... a mother with two eager children – one excited to fly, one frightened. Countless tired businessmen – I wondered if they were on their way home for the holidays, or if they were escaping their families for one last conference, on last meeting with a client. Collegiate undergraduates sporting bed-head and pajamas, yawning and redeyed as they awaited their turn. Families on their way "over the river and through the woods" to visit family for the holidays clamored over tickets, IDs, and carry-ons. Finally it was my turn to run the gauntlet. I smirked at the passenger behind me when they commented on my forsight for wearing sandals rather than shoes I would be asked to removed. After placing my belongings on the conveyer so that the scanner could see just what it was I had in my purse and backpack, I walked confidently through the metal detector – which promptly turned from green to red and emitted a series of disgruntled bleeps. The TSA officer, a young officer with a shaven head and massive biceps, held up his hand in front of me. "Empty your pockets." I fiddled with my jacket, explaining that I didn't have any pockets. I was asked to place my jacket on the conveyor now, and stood before the metal detector in a small red camisole and comfortable black pants that hugged my hips. Sure that it was the zipper on my jacket, I took a large step through the archway – which again complained that I should not be allowed to pass. The TSA officer took me by the elbow, "Come with me please." I was taken to a cubicle of clear glass. Feeling very much like an animal on display in the zoo, I spread my legs to place my feet on the yellow outlines indicated. Looking serious, he waved the metal detecting wand over my body. It blipped at each of my ears ... and then again around my crotch. Looking angry, the officer put down the wand "Wanna tell me what's going on, ma'am?" I felt my face flushing as I tried to explain my new piercing. Less than a week before, I had my clitoral hood pierced. The curved barbell, coupled with my earrings, must have been setting off the detector. The businessman sitting next to my cubicle of national security shame replacing his polished shoes smirked in at me – eavesdropper. "We'll see about that." the security officer glared at me, and smacked his hand hard on the table next to him "Up!" This seemed unconventional. I'd never seen another passenger seated on the table being inspected. However, I didn't want to miss my flight, so I obliged him. I felt the other passenger's eyes on me as I hoped onto the table and sat facing the officer with a questioning look on my face. He pulled examination gloves onto his hands, snapping the left one with a wicked gleam in his eyes. This was a man who enjoyed his work. What he did next surprised me. From his right pocket, he produced a simple blindfold. "Just relax, ma'am." his breath was close to my ear as he placed it over my eyes. Despite losing my vision, I could still feel the other passengers watching us. The weight of his hand on my shoulder pushed me back on the table. I couldn't imagine what was coming – I'd never seen a search conducted quite this way. Before I knew what was happening, there was nothing between me and the cool table. Nothing between my most secret places and the eyes of every passenger waiting to be screened. I felt the officer's hands in my hair. "We need to screen every inch of your body for any hidden devices." he explained, in a clinical monotone. As his hands left my scalp and threaded down my neck, the smooth rubber gliding along my skin, I couldn't help myself. "You are NOT enjoying this!" my mind screamed, but my body begged to differ. A soft moan rumbled deep in my throat as his gloved hands moved down my neck to my shoulders, kneading the skin for any hidden devises. As my back arched, I heard a woman "This is uncalled ..." only to be quieted by a squeaky sounding man "It's for national security!" The area around the screen booth was uncharacteristically quiet as his hands made their way over my breasts, causing me to inhale sharply. Somehow the professionalism of his touch made it harder not to react to it. His hands moved over my belly ... a plasticized finger probing my navel for any hidden 'devices' that they might be looking for. As the officer's trouser brushed my side, I realized his polished decorum was not enough to entirely dehumanize a young nude female. His secret enjoyment of my display only heightened my aching desire. My heels squeaked against the plastic table as I spread my legs in compliance. I could feel moisture dripping slowly down as I imagined just how many eyes were on me now. "Aha, so you weren't lying – and it is new isn't it?" one hand ran down the outside of my right leg as his other hand gently probed my slightly swollen piercing. As the steel bar made contact with my clitoris at his touch, I drew my legs up in an attempt to suppress my excitement at being touched after so long. His strong hands pushed my knees back down, "Don't make me restrain you, ma'am." His fingers traveled lower, probing my soaked tunnel, causing my hands to grasp the edges of the table. The other hand replaced the first as his finger, soaked in my juices, moved yet lower to probe my nether openings. Forgetting where I was, I arched my back and groaned loudly. Suddenly his hands were gone. "No, please." I groaned, pushing my pelvis forward – seeking the touch that had just been there. Suddenly his hands were on me again, leaving trails of my own sap down my legs. The pads of his thumbs probed my feet, and unexpectedly his tongue met my moist center. I vocalized my pleasure, feeling lightheaded. An electric tingling started where his tongue met my flesh flashed like lightening through my body as I imagined him leaned over my body with every passenger watching ... "Ma'am – you can step through now." Awakening from my walking fantasy, I flushed slightly as I realized I was holding up the line and stepped forward ... Airport Security You're a security guard in the new hopped-up sci fi era of homeland security gone out of control. Every day more and more prohibitions are published, so many that people can't keep track, and are punished for not knowing of rules no one could hope to learn. Every day the power of enforcers grows. It has certainly gone to your head, in a manner of speaking. I enter the airport on a hot day, wearing the Monroe dress. Given the tattoo and the leather backpack, the overall effect is more kinky that conventionally 50's, but you spot me when the skirt blows almost all the way up in the gust of air conditioning that comes through the door as I enter. The skirt actually blows up higher than my waist while I'm trying to free my hands to swat it down, and you decide to keep a weather eye out for me at the checkpoint. You begin to formulate a few plans. I look like just the kind of girl who could be carrying contraband. You have an instinct about such things. I'm wearing the dress because the weather is too hot for me. I'm sick of the damned lines in mere minutes, too. I hate fucking airports. Patience isn't a virtue of mine. After getting my boarding pass from the machine and waiting for lord knows how long in the checkpoint line, watching people getting taken off to the side and wanded and patted down, I finally get to send my backpack though. And I set off the wretched alarm as I walk through the metal detector. Too late, I realize that these 50's dresses have metal stays as well as metal zippers. Oh shit. And... Is that someone going through my backpack? I KNOW I took all the pot out. Oh no. There's a dog. I'll bet it's one of those drug-sniffing animals. Could the day get any worse? Well, sure it can. Here you come with the handcuffs. Oh, Fuck. This is the last time I come to an airport a little high, I resolve, scared someone will think of giving me a blood test. But, being just a tad enhanced, I can't help noticing how broad your shoulders are and how I can feel the heat off your body as you stand too close to me. Whoa. I almost fall into you. You're gazing at me, expressionless, but there's something -- that makes me excited as well as nervous. I suddenly feel completely vulnerable. And, perversely, I can feel myself starting to get wet. Stupid. Jesus. But there's something about you that's making my heart pound double time. I try to settle my breathing, but it's difficult. God it's embarrassing. "Come with me." Oh, like I have a choice. There's nowhere to go and there's a brawny hand on my arm. You lead me to one of several cordoned-off areas out in the open. One of those areas where I've seen people getting patted down and wanded. There's a table, waist high, with my backpack on it. There's a bench. Not much else besides you and me. I notice out of the corner of my eye that we're attracting a rather unusual amount of attention. Other security guards are drifting by, acting casual. Passengers are slowing down. What the hell? "Ma'am, we have several serious issues on the table here," you begin, still standing disturbingly close, your eyes locked on mine. "We've detected metal objects in your clothing. We've detected residual contraband in your bag. Homeland Security's new no-tolerance policy dictates that we perform a full cavity search immediately." What? Oh, you must be kidding. And out here? "Are you out of your mind?" Now I'm mad. There's a fucking audience out here for god's sake. Just hearing you say that to me in public is humiliating. OK. I'm still getting turned on. But I'll be damned if I admit it. "Please untie your top ma'am. We'll need to check under the fabric." Oh, this is outrageous. When I don't move to do as you tell me (incapacitated by outraged sputtering, probably) you move in to untie the top of my halter. I lose my head and slap you. Before I know it -- and I'm not sure how you pull it off so quickly -- you have my hands handcuffed behind my back. And you're pulling down the top of my dress while I stand there, helpless. There's an almost but not quite audible hum from the onlookers as you hold my breast in your hands for a moment and run your thumbs over the nipples. Which are very hard. As, I notice, glancing down, are you. Oh my god. This can't be happening. You said "cavity search." Surely -- "Open your mouth." You run your thumb along my lower lip. "Open your mouth and kneel down." No. This is ridic-- You put your hands on my shoulders and push me down, very firmly indeed. You're seriously bigger than I am. And I'm in handcuffs. Shit. "Bite and I'll make you very sorry." I'm on my knees in front of the bulge in your pants which is, frankly, terrifyingly huge. Then you unzip. Oh my god. You brush the hair out of my face, wind your hands in it, and slowly push your cock into my mouth. And to tell the truth, even though I'm almost paralyzed by horrified embarrassment, I really like your cock. It's so big, and so hard, and so slick that it feels almost like metal. I relax a little. I feel you push in deeper and I realize you're not going to push until you choke me and feel surprisingly grateful, there on my knees with my hands fastened behind my back as you fuck my face in a leisurely way. There's a rumble of approval from surrounding masculine throats. Possibly including yours. But you pull back before you come. I'm surprised. "We're not finished," you say, as you lift me up bodily by the shoulders. "Homeland Security regulations direct me to search all possible areas for contraband." The murmur from the crowd is audible this time. People actually seem to be jockeying for position. I wonder whether it's the pot that makes it -- no, I'm not that stoned. No, the only thing the pot is doing is making me begin to enjoy this disastrously embarrassing scenario. I can feel my heart pounding again. I've already had a close personal encounter with your cock. I can't help imagining what it can do. But in front of -- oh shit. You push me face forward over the table, You throw up my skirt, exposing even more of me than the gust of wind from the door, and you jerk down my underpants, pulling them off with a swift practiced motion. "Spread your legs please." Oh, I can hear the crowd now. My stomach and bare breasts are flat against the table, my face is turned to the side. My hands are behind my back. My ass is exposed apparently to all the world. I spread my legs. "Arch your back please. It facilitates penetration." I arch my back. By this time I want you so badly that I feel as if the dampness is visible from a distance. You put your hands on my hips and push your cock into me almost halfway. I moan. You back up and push in deeper. Oh. Oh Jesus. Oh that feels wonderful. There's no hope on God's earth of keeping quiet. I love it, I can't stand it, I have to have it. You ram into me harder and harder, in front of an ever growing crowd, while I shriek with pleasure. Onlookers comment happily on the size and shape of your cock, on my change of attitude, on the apparent absence of contraband. And comments from the crowd clue me in to what's coming next. "See what she's got up her ass!" someone yells. "Fuck her up the ass." Oh great. Let's go for total humiliation, then. I turn my head and glance back at you over my shoulder, over my cuffed hands. There you are, fucking me well and hard. And you smile. You run your finger across my wetness, pause consideringly, do it again, and push it slowly up my ass. Slowly. Still smiling. A happy shout arises from the crowd. Oh what the hell. There's something surreal and erotic about this now. I'm so aroused, so in love with your cock, so on the verge, that having a scary gorgeous guy in a uniform handcuff me and then fuck me in the ass in front of a cheering crowd until I come begins to seem... pretty fucking terrific. Jesus. I must be out of my mind. "Let's see how you like it," you murmur into my hair, as you move your hand between my legs, strumming my clit. "I think you will." The finger picks up more moisture, lubes my ass again while your cock moves in and out of my cunt. And then you withdraw and I feel the tip of your cock in my ass. You're slow this time. It's gradual. Gradually, you fill me to the bursting point, applying pressure to my clit, making me writhe, making me long to be filled up. "Say what you want," you whisper, your cock all the way up my ass now, your hand playing my clit like an instrument. "I want to feel you fuck me." I realize I do. I arch my back and wiggle my butt. "Louder." God, I want you to fuck me. "Yes. fuck me. Fuck me hard. Do it! Please. Do it!" A shout from the audience. "Yes!" And you fuck me. Hard. God. I come, screaming, begging for more. Even you aren't silent as you growl and shudder and cover our unprivate cordoned off area (as well as several onlookers) with come. As I stand up shakily, pretty well shellshocked, my skirt falling back down, my top still down around my waist, you move your hands behind my back, undo the handcuffs, and let them fall to the floor. Then you place your hands on my bare waist, lean down, and kiss me. Airport Security I had been working at airport security for 4 years. You see everything in this job, desperate people, snooty people crazy people. No day is the same but every day was boring. First about me. My name is Karen I am 32 single mother. I am 5'4, blonde hair, brown eyes. My body is not what I want, size 14 and wobbly but I look good in my uniform. Today is going to be an interesting day. I have finally qualified to use the new full body scanners that allow the security to check for illegal items concealed on the body. It is controversial but in the name of national security needs must. I sat at the desk and waiting the first passengers to turn up. The outside teams randomly selected passengers for the full screening. They would step into the machine and we would either clear them from the terminal screen or radio the team to have them arrested. Technically the screening should be done male/male female/female but due to staffing and as the passengers could not see us then we just looked at what was in front of us. The beep on the intercom woke me from my daydream. I looked at the cctv and could see a young Indian couple waiting nervously by the scanner. Their passport data popped up on the screen they were married aged 24 & 23. The male stepped into the scanner and my eyes moved to the other screen. Within a second an image popped up. Unmistakably it was the man but the view was like a negative and his clothing was now transparent. I gave a short gasp. Although I had done this in training but it was different to see a real person who was standing the other side of the wall just 30 feet away. My eyes were immediately drawn to his cock. It was long but a little on the thin side. His body was a little skinny. I rotated the image to make sure nothing was hidden. I rotated slowly past his buttocks. His bum was really cute. I pressed the ok button and an automated message played clearing him through the machine. Very quickly he was replaced by his wife. She was also was very skinny. My eyes trawled over her small breasts, I was surprised to see she was not wearing a bra. She had a thick patch of dark pubic hair that was very clear on the monitor. I pressed the clear button. As the morning wore on I became aware of the effect between my legs that seeing the naked people was having. I had two more in the queue before my break. The first was a lady dressed in a hijab. She stepped into the scanner and I was shocked at what I saw. Underneath her clothes she had beautiful underwear stockings and suspenders the works. I was shocked and had a giggle. The guy who was working the scanner next to me lent over to look and chortled a laugh. What he did next shocked me though, he took out his phone and clicked a picture of the screen. He winked at me and said he would save it for later. My break came and I left the room. As I walked down the corridor I was aware of the wetness in my knickers. I entered the toilets and lifted my skirt. My pink panties were wet with moistness. I pulled them down and they clung to me as I removed them. I sat on the toilet and relaxed my bladder as I peed my mind returned to my co-worker snapping the picture of the passenger. I imagined him looking at the picture. My pee tapered off and i took some toilet paper and started to dry myself. The paper rubbed across my clit and all the energy that was pent up came pouring out of me. I stood and stepped out of my knickers, turned and bent over the toilet. My fingers stroked my pubic hair as my hand moved down towards my pussy. My fingers crept into my folds and I surprised how wet I felt. My middle finger started to flick across my clit. With my other hand I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and slipped my other hand up to cup my boob. I slid my hand under my bra and began to roll my nipple between my fingers, I slipped two fingers inside me bending further forward to allow deeper penetration. I worked myself slowly building up the pace. I could feel my wetness running down my hand as an orgasm ripped through me. At that moment my pager began to beep. I looked at the screen and I was being called to one of the inspection rooms. I quickly dressed and stepped out of the cubicle and quickly straightened my blouse in the mirror. I moved quickly downstairs to a small detention unit. I was informed by the supervisor that we had a suspected drugs issue and we needed to conduct a full search. I stepped into the room. Inside were one of the senior officials. A large black woman named Sonia she is short, intimidating and has enormous breasts. The suspect was standing timidly in the corner looking very nervous. She had dark skin, short dark hair. She was very petite. Also present was a male staff Spanish interpreter which as this was a female search he was sitting behind a partition. My job was to observe and assist in the search. As Sonia was reading the protocol to the suspect I picked up the notes. I saw that the suspect was a 20 year old Spanish woman who had behaved suspiciously, when detained she had become aggressive and that is why a search was being conducted. Sonia instructed the suspect to undress. She stood and started to remove her shirt and jeans. Her very small boobs were inside a white lacy bra. I was suddenly very aware of my earlier aroused state. I scratched my nose and the scent of my wetness was still on my hands. Sonia asked the suspect to remove her underwear. The words were relayed in Spanish by the male voice. From where I stood I could see him, he looked at me and blushed. Goose bumps stood out in the girls flesh. she removed her knickers revealing a dark black thick bush. I noticed Sonia looking at her body. Sonia asked her to move to the table and lie down. The girl started to cry and ask to use the toilet. Sonia gestured to a bucket container in the corner and informed her that for security she could only use that and any "waste" would be examined. I started to pray I would not have to dig through that. At that moment the suspect went crazy. She pushed Sonia and ran across the room bumping the table and started hammering on the door. I moved quickly and as trained pinned her arms behind her her legs kicked wildly connecting heavily against my shins. I noticed that the interpreter had stepped from behind the screen to see what had happened. I gestured quickly for him to step back as any break in protocol could cause problems with a prosecution. I was not sure if the view horrified him or the sight of me wrestling with a naked crazy girl would have a different effect. At that moment Sonia had got back up and came to help me detain the girl. As we started moving her to the table one of her hands slipped free and thrashed wildly connecting with Sonia's cheek. I grabbed the hand again and we lifted her on to the table. Sonia started strapping the restraints on the the girl. Normally I would just be standing in the corner of the room but I was now trying to help restrain the suspect. It was important that she could not hurt us or do harm to herself. As Sonia was restraining her leg it slipped and the girl kicked out again she connected square against Sonia's chest knocking her backwards. I again moved and jumped on her leg. I was aware that my elbow was making contact we her hairy muff but I battled hard to restrain her. Sonia recovered and completed applying the restraints. She started the search as I tried to restrain her from thrashing against the restraints. Sonia promptly completed the outer search which as she was so petite was easy to do. It was pretty obvious that we were going to find something inside her. People scared of the process shout and scream but only people desperate start to fight. Sonia fetched the lubricant and applied it to her gloved hand. She informed the suspect that she was going to search internally. I noted the change in tone of the interpreter as he passed on the message. Sonia squeezed the lubricant between her fingers and then nodded to me. Normally an officer will insert one or two fingers and sweep the inside. I winced with shock as Sonia thrust four fingers inside her pussy. The suspect wailed i wondered how that would feel in such a petite frame. There was anger on Sonia's face so I was guessing she wanted to pay back for the hit and kick. Sonia nodded and started removing her hand. a line of balls started sliding out of the suspects pussy. She wailed and groaned at the same time. The evidence was bagged and the suspect was given a jump suit to dress in. Once her secret was found she relaxed and became very despondent.. I looked down at my blouse and noticed that the top three buttons had been ripped off. I held my blouse together as other officers entered the room to take the suspect away to the holding cell. As Sonia updated the supervisor what had happened I made excuses and left. I stepped into the ladies and looked at myself in the mirror I looked a mess. My blouse was wrecked my hair. The pain in my shins were beginning to ache. I slipped off my shoes and lifted my skirt to remove my tights. I peeled them off and inspected my shins, there were three huge bruises on my shins where she had kicked me. I lifted my leg to the sink and started to bathe them. The door opened and in walked Sonia. She looked at the state of me and chuckled. "what a stupid bitch she was hey?" said Sonia. I looked at her "yeah she wrecked me" I laughed trying to sound relaxed.. I was aware that My bra and boobs were on show and with one leg up on the sink I looked a bit wanton. I concentrated on bathing my wounds. Sonia was inspecting her bruised cheek. She then leaned back and started unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped it off and started inspecting the bruise developing at the top of her boob where she had been kicked. I looked over at her dark black skin set in a lacy black bra. Her boobs were probably the biggest I have seen. She was applying water to the bruise on her boob and the water dripped down her breast. The sight was having an effect on me. To be continued..... Airport Security I love me a vacation. Especially when I can go alone and really enjoy the weekend in a hotel, big bed, it's wonderful. My company told me to take a weekend after closing one of the biggest deals in our history; they gave me a bonus check and told me to have fun. I didn't book to go anywhere spectacular, but it was going to be fun either way. I didn't have any intimate to take with me and most of my family was either dead or moved away. I was very much a workaholic, but that didn't mean I didn't like to have some fun. I was a gay male, living in New York City, and it was safe to say that I was short of fun experiences. I loved going out to the bars and getting drunk and be taken home or taking someone home. Nothing seemed to stick and I was more than okay with that. I didn't always like to go out though, I didn't mind staying home, getting drunk and just having my own fun. I had a multitude of dildos, plugs and what not. I liked to just shower, shave and oil myself up. I would lay a towel over the bed, put on some gay porn on my flat screen and use my dildos and plugs to stretch my ass. I was not really anything special; I was about 6 foot even, 195 pounds and an athletic build. I was consistent with the gym after going to the doctor when I was 15 and the doctor telling me I was obese. So here I am 10 years later in the best shape of my life, toned abs, legs and arms, however the meat never really left my ass, so I still had a shapely bottom that a lot of guys, myself included enjoyed shaking, slapping and fucking. I am from a mostly Hispanic background, so even though white parents adopted me, I had a tan almost caramel skin tone, short hair that I kept short. Heading through the airport, I wore a pair of grey sweatpants, black t-shirt and all black Nike running shoes. Underneath however, I was only wearing my jock strap, I loved feeling a little free when I walked around. I got my ticket and proceeded to security where I was waiting for about ten minutes before I stepped forward, took everything out of my pocket and took my backpack off and set it down. When I stepped forward, a black male, about the same height as me and was completely bald told me to stop and let the scanner go over my body. 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds, in about 8 seconds the scan was done and told me to step out. A light beep came from the conveyer belt to my right and the security guards paused and went to the computers to take a look. Three of them huddled around the monitor, smiled and looked up at me. I gave them a quizzical look, and then the black man told me to step forward, they needed to take me to a room in the back. "Is there something wrong officer?" I asked. "We found some questionable objects and we need to take a more in depth look in private." The black man said. "It shouldn't take long, you will be on your flight in time no worries." They white male said next to him. I didn't really understand what was happening, I didn't have anything illegal the only thing was... well a couple of dildos. They couldn't stop me for those though could they? The way they were smiling I assumed that was what it was. As they escorted me to the back, butterflies filled my gut. It was a private room a few feet away from the main security area, when the three of us walked in; they shut the door behind me and locked it. There was a chair, which I was told to sit in and a table, where they put my bag down. "Officers, what is the issue? I don't have anything illegal in the bag." I said. "O we know that." The black guy said opening my bag. "We are just intrigued by what we saw through the monitor." He pulled out my 8 inch long black dildo, which had a suction cup on the end and a ball sack attached as well. I turned read and he laughed. "Don't worry man, we aren't going to hurt you." He said, and then pulling out my purple, double sided dildo. He set both on the table, and put the bag on the floor against the wall. "What is it you want?" I asked. "It has been a while since Sean and I have had some fun, with work and how serious airport security has gotten, we have no time to fool around." The white officer said. "Yeah, but with you and this interesting situation, we saw an opportunity to finally have some release. With the dildos we know that you like to have some fun. We aren't going to disrespect you and abuse you, we just want to have some fun." Sean said. He sounded truthful and honest. I was still kind of scared. "Well, Sean, I do like to have fun, but I am a bit scared still. Maybe if you and your partner can help set the mood a little bit, I can more than promise I will be willing to help." I said. "I am sure we can make that happen." Sean said to me. Turning to his partner, "Come on David, this is what we need." Sean and David were the same height as me, maybe a little taller. David nodded his head and they both stripped down to their boxers and socks. "Are you sure your boss won't get you in trouble?" I asked to double check. "I am the supervisor." David said laughing. "I am the site coordinator." Sean said laughing as well. "No one can get in trouble because we are the bosses." In a way that turned me on, they essentially chose me to be their fuck toy until my flight. I looked at David first up and down. He had a layer of hair all around his body and although he was completely out of shape, he was a bit heavier then Sean or myself, but it was not unattractive. He had large arms and thighs and through the bulge in his boxers he was decently sized as well. Sean on the other hand looked like he could have been a professional body builder. His huge muscles went all around his body, from his chest to his arms to his legs. He was a, mans man and I loved it. He was also completely shaved so his chocolate skin looked smooth and sexy. Sean was my favorite by far, and his boxers did nothing to hide his 9-inch snake that lingered in his pants, and I don't think he was hard yet. "I think he likes what he sees." Sean said joking. With those words I stood up, took off my shirt and pants and stood there in my jock strap and socks. They both stared and marveled at my toned and muscular body. While they looked on, I turned around to show them my round ass, which was held nicely by my jock strap, and then spread my cheeks so they can see my shaved hole. As I turned back around to face them, they have moved closer to me. I grabbed them both by their cocks and told them to drop their boxers. As I got on my knees they rushed to get them off and I was immediately met with Sean's now 10-inch hard black cock. I took the thick piece of meat into my hand and started to stroke it, the glistening of pre-cum started to appear over his mushroom tip. I then turned my attention to the almost minuscule looking hard 7 inches of David and started to stroke them both at the same time. "Damn Sean, we really chose the right one today." David said, giving Sean a pat on the back. I smiled up at them and decided to start small with David's cock. I grabbed it and pulled it to my lips and started by just sucking on the tip, tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum. Then I went inch by inch, sucking and stroking as I took his cock almost to its base. Practice with my dildos and other men have greatly helped with me becoming a cocksucker. I pulled back and stroked a little more and then moved to the monstrous cock to my left. Sean's cock was already slick with his pre-cum, but I wasn't going to let them be the end of the lubrications. I spit onto the top side of his cock and continued to stroke, as I brought his cock closer to my mouth I really had no idea how on earth I was going to fit even half of his meat into my mouth. His head worked its way into my mouth and as I went deeper and deeper, I was barely half way through and my mouth was completely full. Sean was not satisfied though. He grabbed the back of my head and started to push his cock deeper and soon I was coughing and choking as I pulled back quickly. Spit trailing between my lips and his cock. "God damn you are an amazing cock sucker aren't you." Sean said picking me up. "Come here you little slut, bend over the table." He gave me a little shove over the table and David moved to the other side sticking his dick back in my face. Sean spread my legs apart and I felt in big, strong hands pull down my jock strap and slap my ass. It didn't hurt, but it was hard enough to have me flinch. He continued to jiggle and slap my ass until I felt if spread open my cheeks and I felt a wet, rough surface move up my crack. When I looked back from sucking David's cock, I saw Sean's head buried in my ass. He was sticking his tongue deep into my ass hole and it was incredible, he even started to jerk off my hard cock. All of a sudden both David and Sean stopped and told me to remain bent over. They both moved behind me. The next thing I felt was two fingers slide into my hole and a wet mouth over my cock. I didn't know who was who but I started to buck my hips back into the fingers and forward into the mouth. Soon a third finger was inserted behind and I felt my tight hole begin to loosen and stretch and it was turning me on to a new level. Sean then literally, picked me up and put me on my back on the table. He spread my legs and took my black dildo in his hand and spit on it. David took my legs and brought them back towards my head, exposing my hole a little more to Sean, who was now lining up the dildo and slowly started to insert it inside of me. With the just tip in I was already letting out low moans and cursing with pleasure. "Lucky we made these rooms sound proof." Sean said laughing, jerking my cock with one hand and using my dildo to fuck my ass. David was on the table now holding my legs back and I looked up and saw his balls and cock hovering over my faces. I tilted my head back and took his cock into my hungry mouth, and with the forced of Sean fucking my ass with the dildo, my mouth was moving back and forth on David's cock. The pleasure was too much and I know Sean realized because he moved his hand out the way and replaced it with his mouth and started sucking my cock with a mission. Soon enough I was cumming into his mouth, the hardest orgasm I have had in a while. When I he popped his head up, he had swallowed the entire load. "David, come one Sean, you didn't save me any." David looked genuinely disappointed and that made my dick twitch a little. "O don't worry you will have a load coming, no pun intended." Sean said. David pulled his cock from my mouth and Sean removed the dildo from my ass. "Get up, Im tired of doing all of the work it's time for you to have some fun." I stood up and Sean had replaced me on the table, however he got on all fours. "Get to work on that ass. David come over here." He said. I saw his ass up in the air and in a daze of post orgasm, and still built of passion for sex, I went over and like a wild animal I started to lick and slobber on Sean's tight asshole. I slapped his ass and started to slide finger after finger into his hole. "Damn don't stop." He would say bucking his ass back. David had his hand around Sean's head and was practically face fucking him. I heard a low moan and looked up to see David's face up and his eyes closed as a loud moan escaped his mouth. He was cumming. Sean once again sucked up every ounce of cum that left David's cock. I removed my face from Sean's ass and David took a step back as well. "Get on your knees the both of you." Sean said. As we did that, David and I started sucking and jerking Sean's cock and in a matter of seconds he pulled back and lined our two heads next to each other. He pumped a couple of times and with a moan, ropes and ropes of cum hit my face and David's face, some went into our mouths and after he was done, David and I took the liberty of licking each others faces clean and swapping all of the cum with a wet and sticky kiss. The cum was salty and sweet and extremely yummy. If I could I would gladly eat up his cum every day. The cumming seemed to have riled us all up even more because David went to the table and bent over. He spit into his hand and started rubbing his has hole and inserting two fingers instantly. He then grabbed the double-ended dildo and slid it into his ass. Sean laid down on the ground and David did the same. They were now ass to ass and Sean was sliding the other end of the dildo into his ass, and soon they were fucking each other with the same dildo. I looked down, and my cock was throbbing and fully hard once again. I looked at the two men fucking each other and their dicks were rock hard as well. I bent down and started sucking them both as they fucked each other. Switching from Sean's cock to David's and back again. However I was craving more and I couldn't wait anymore. I pinned David down so he would stop moving and I straddled his cock and in one motion downwards, His cock slid into my receptive hole. He moaned out and started fucking my ass like a sex deprived addict. Sean had gotten up and moved his cock to in front of my face and as I rode David's cock, Sean was slamming my mouth and throat. After a few minutes, I stood up and bent over the table again, shaking my ass towards Sean. He did not hesitate another second. He moved behind me, slapped my ass again and aimed his wet cock at my loose hole. He slowly started sliding in and the initial pain caused me to scream, thanking god that this room was sound proof or the entire airport would have heard me. After a few more seconds and a little more pain, I was now in pure ecstasy. His huge cock was reaching parts of my ass I didn't know existed and it was filling me in ways no toy has ever filled me. After another couple minutes of abusing my ass, he pulled out and I immediately felt empty. He flipped me over so that my back was once again on the table, however he had my ass hanging from the edge and he grabbed my hips and immediately slid back inside of me, filling me once again. He was enjoying my tight hole and he wanted to fill me up. "Shoot your hot load in side of me Officer." I moaned. That was enough for him and as he pumped one last time he inserted as much of his dick as he possibly could and I felt a warm liquid filling my ass up. He started to pull out but before any cum could escape from my ass, David replaced his giant cock with his, and he started to fuck me. It wasn't as filling, but it felt good, the cum from Sean was acting like a lubricant and David's cock was sliding in a out easily and with a squishing sound. Sean didn't leave, he actually then started to suck my cock as David fucked me. It was driving me overboard with pleasure and I assumed me clenching my ass on David was doing the same because with two simultaneous moans I erupted into Sean's mouth and I felt an additional amount of warm liquid fill my ass. Sean told me not to move and to just bend over again over the table. I did so and both David and Sean, spread open my ass and started mopping up my now loose hole. Eating up the cum that had oozed out and was continuing to ooze out. We each had cum twice and were panting, sore and tired. Sean put the toys back into my bag and handed it to me as we all put clothes on. "Thank you for being so cooperative with our questions." He said to me with a smile. "Of course, sir." I responded. With a slap in the ass as we walked out the doors, I walked towards my gate just in time to board. I was happy to be able to sit for a few hours for the flight. I don't think I would've been able to walk that much further.