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by Kelly Sanders

It was enough to send me into a sexual frenzy. I stood up, jerking my cock as she braced herself for more, and then pushed the head up against her pussy. It slid inside, pushing her lips wide open as it burrowed inside. Her tiny frame rocked forward as I began to thrust my huge cock inside her. She clutched the back cushions of the sofa in her fingers to steady herself as I slammed against her over and over, powering my dick in to her tight pussy as she struggled to take it all. Her panting and moaning was so loud she had to bite down on the cushion to stop herself from screaming with pleasure, and before long I realised she was going to cum. I fucked her even harder, spurred on by the thought that I would get to see her orgasm, and sure enough a few thrusts later her hips began to shake violently. She let out a loud groan and tensed her whole body up as she went into orgasmic convulsions. It was too much for me to handle, and as she thrashed her body in ecstasy I started to cum as well, pumping hot, milky semen deep into her pussy. My cock expanded inside her with each shot of jizz that exited my body, extending her climax even further as I continued to slide it in and out of her quivering pussy. She collapsed on the couch, a shivering, chuckling wreck, and I knelt by her side, stroking her hair as it covered her face.

After getting dressed we had a few drinks and she went on her merry way. Needless to say, I required her “babysitting“ expertise much more frequently from that day onwards.

Sexual Inspection

A lot of people hate me because of the job that I do. I am a security officer at a large metropolitan airport, which means I am regularly responsible for delaying customers as they attempt to board their planes. It’s an important job that needs doing, and it can be quite stressful at times. However, I do understand the frustrations of being held back when you are in a hurry. For the most part, the passengers are polite and courteous, but occasionally we have to confront some uppity asshole who can’t understand that the rules apply to everyone. Still, the fun aspects of the job far outweigh the negatives. I work as part of a full security team, and we have a number of duties which we cycle between so as not to get bored. One of my favourites is sitting at the luggage x-ray scanner. Seeing the look on women’s faces as they realise that I can plainly see their not-so-carefully concealed sex toys inside their suitcases is priceless. Sometimes we’ll even have a little fun with them, asking to inspect their luggage and almost pulling out the offending implements as they recoil in embarrassment. We only actually go through with it if she is a total bitch, though. We’re not complete bastards.

Another great aspect of the job is the pat-down. Should a passenger be suspected of carrying an illegal weapon or something worse, we are required to give them a full body sweep. You’d be amazed how often we can justify inspecting hot young women. Of course, sometimes we have legitimate concerns about the people passing through the gates. A major problem is that of drug mules – people who are used by drug smugglers to import their illicit goods. They often use young, desperate women, who agree to hide bags or even condoms filled with drugs up their ass, their vaginas or even in their stomachs. It’s a truly depressing state of affairs when people are willing to snort something that’s spent ten hours inside someone’s rectum, but there you go. Usually, the inspections are very routine and involve retrieving the evidence from the person’s orifices if any is found, and then sending them on for prosecution etc. On one occasion recently, though, the procedure was unexpectedly satisfying.

To spot the drug smugglers we rely on a combination of an experienced eye and a list of known offenders. The latter is the easiest way to find the culprits, as it merely requires us to cross check the passenger’s ID with the list. The real challenge comes in trying to filter out the smugglers from the crowd. They usually come from one of a small selection of South American countries, such as Colombia, Puerto Rico and Nicaragua, so they have a particular look to them. The drug lords generally use innocent looking young women who they think will fall under the radar, so as a vague rule of the thumb we try to spot the nervous looking Latinas in the crowd and pull them to one side for questioning. One girl in particular, I will never forget. My colleague, John and I were on duty providing general security assistance to those on the checking booths. We were on the lookout for potential threats, not just drugs smugglers, but anything remotely threatening or out of place. I spotted a young woman near the back of the queue, constantly checking her watch and grinding her feet on the carpet. I nudged John with my elbow and nodded in her direction, and immediately he saw who I was looking at. He grinned and rolled his eyes, as if to say “Not another one!”

We walked over to her and immediately got her attention. As we approached it became clear that she was angrier at the size of the queue than she was nervous, although there was a definite air of anxiety in her voice.

“Ma’am, would you mind stepping this way for a moment?” I asked politely, but she simply shrugged and ignored me.

“We can process you through a little faster if you cooperate” I continued, waving my hand in the direction of a doorway to the side of the rope barrier. She sighed and looked very unimpressed, but gave in and stepped through the barrier as we unhooked it for her. She followed us through the door and along a white, narrow corridor as John led her into one of the interview rooms to the right. I walked behind, admiring her perfectly curvy ass concealed within her tight denim shorts. She was wearing a t-shirt that accentuated her breasts as her thick, curly dark hair bobbed over her shoulders. She looked Colombian in ethnicity, and was boarding a flight to Bogota. He showed her into the room and we walked in after her as she took a seat at the small table in the centre.

“May we see your passport and any other identification, please?” I asked, holding out my hand as she rooted around in her enormous hand bag. She smacked her passport down onto the palm of my hand with a sarcastic smile, and as I flicked through it I saw that she had made a number of trips to and from Colombia in the last few months.

“You go on a lot of business trips?” I joked, becoming more and more aware of why she was there.

“Yes, I’ve just come from head office.” she said in her thick accent, clearly joking with me. She looked like anything but an important executive. She crossed her arms on the table, squeezing her breasts together and causing her cleavage to bulge. John and I puffed our lips in exasperation.

“Do you know why we pulled you to one side?” I asked.

“Yes, you think I am a terrorist or something.” she replied.

“What is the real purpose of your trip?” I continued. She ignored me as I pressed her for more information, but she was just becoming agitated and even more sarcastic in her replies.

“Would you be willing to submit to a cavity search?” I asked, and before she could respond, I added “If we do not find anything you will be free to go. Otherwise, we can detain you while we run some background checks...”

A faint smile crept over her cheeks as she rose to her feet and bent over the desk.

“Fine.” she said, gripping the sides of her shorts and sliding them down her slender, brown legs to reveal her sexy purple thong hugging her ass. Her attitude changed from abrasive to slutty almost in an instant, no doubt as she had glimpsed her method of escape. John locked the door and closed the blinds on the small window. She peeled her thong down her legs before I could even get a chance to play with it, and kicked her shorts and knickers away from her feet, spreading her legs ready for the search. I prepared a rubber glove at the corner table, coating my latex finger in lubricant as she waited for me. John watched carefully by her side as I moved closer, extending my slippery finger. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them open, giving me ease of access as I pressed the finger up to her tight little anus. I desperately wanted to just forget the search and wipe my tongue over her ass hole, but I had a job to do. I pushed my finger through her rim, sliding it easily into her rectum as she grimaced. I performed the search, moving my finger around and sliding it in as deep as I could to be thorough. As I checke
d her, though, we started to hear noises less of discomfort and more of pleasure. She sighed as my finger wriggled around in her ass, so I slid it in and out in a manner that was not part of the procedure.

I fingered her ass a little longer, slowing my insertions down to a sensual and erotic pace. My growing erection no longer seemed as inappropriate as she was clearly enjoying the feeling of my finger inside her. I decided to take a chance, spurred on by her satisfied groaning, and moved my other hand down underneath her. I ran my fingers over her inner thigh, stroking the soft flesh as I made my way up to her pussy. As my fingers reached her crotch, I could feel the wetness of her pussy, immediately confirming what her elated moaning had suggested. I circled my fingers around her clitoris as John watched on, stroking his throbbing cock through his trousers. Pushing my luck a little further, I slid my finger out of her ass hole and crouched behind her, removing the latex glove and discarding it as I spread her cheeks wide open once more. Her quivering pussy lips were coated in her clear juices, and they glistened in the bright light from above. I stretched out my tongue and stroked it across her labia, running it between them as I made my way to her clitoris. I buried my face between her legs, pushing my nose up to her ass hole as I licked firmly around her clit, flicking it rapidly from side to side. She sighed with pleasure, uttering some foreign words under her breath.

John decided to get in on the action, and what better way than to silence her. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, revealing his meaty cock. She giggled as she saw it flop out in front of her, and then continued to moan as I slid my finger inside her pussy. I stroked around the walls of her vagina as I had done inside her ass, sliding my finger in and out, simultaneously massaging her clit with my tongue. John climbed onto the table in front of her, foisting his hard cock in her face. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked it for a moment, admiring his impressive girth and playing with his balls in her other hand. With a wry wink, she took his penis in her mouth and began to work it with her tongue, slithering it around the glans as her head bobbed back and forth. I got to my feet and watched her giving him head while I removed my trousers and hung my jacket on the back of the chair. I stripped down completely naked in a second, eager as I wanted to fuck her.

I stepped up behind her, slightly unable to take in the beauty of her perfect Latin ass as it wiggled at the edge of the table. She was busy enjoying John’s dick, sucking on it voraciously as he held the back of her head, jamming it in to her throat. She took most of it, to our surprise, and gagged on it as he fucked her throat. I held my cock and jerked it a few times behind her before pushing it up to her trembling, moist vulva. She gripped the sides of the table, steadying her body as I penetrated her, gliding my thick cock into her vagina as her juices seeped out around the sides of my shaft. I pushed it in half way and withdrew, inserting it an inch more with each successive thrust. Had her mouth not been completely lodged open with John’s cock, I’m sure she would have groaned loudly. We both began to fuck her at both ends, spit-roasting her holes as the table hobbled harshly around the floor. I rose up my hand and looked at her ass cheeks jiggling wildly as I slammed myself against them, and then lashed my palm down across her skin. Her arms flung up as if to slap me, but her head was held in place by John’s rigid cock. I grabbed her wrists and held them forcefully behind her back, fucking her even harder and pushing her further forward onto his penis. She tried to kick her legs but she was pinned to the table, and she quickly realised how futile it was to resist.

Her breasts were squashed against the table and bulged at her the sides, supporting her weight like big fleshy airbags. As I fucked her, the allure of her ass hole became too great to resist. I spread her cheeks open again, exposing the little hole as the traces of lube shimmered in the light. I withdrew my cock and started to rub the head over her slippery anus, gently prodding it against the rim in an effort to prize the hole open. It was extremely tight, as I had found when I had inserted my finger, but eventually I managed to pop the tip of my penis inside. She tried to wriggle her arms free but I held them firm, and began to slide my cock in and out of her ass, penetrating deep into her rectum with the help of the lube I had applied earlier. John took his dick out of her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva between it and her lips as he jerked off in front of her face. With her throat free from obstruction, she was able to groan once again, and started to pant very loudly with every thrust that I slammed into her ass. I spanked a few more times while John picked up her thong from the floor and rolled it up into a neat ball. He held it in front of her face and then squeezed her jaws open, jamming it in her mouth to muffle her rampant sexual moaning.

With her gagged and her arms bound behind her back, I lifted her back up, holding my arm around her chest as John sat on the edge of the table. She knew what was coming, and the dirty slut could hardly wait for it. He sat perched on the side with his cock in the air, waiting for me to plant her on top of it. I moved her closer and she spread her legs wide to accept him. He gripped her waist as I lowered her down, and slid his cock into her pussy with mine still in her ass. We began to double team her, fucking both of her puckering holes with our fat, engorged cocks. We thrust them in and out of her pussy and her asshole in tandem – as I went in, he pulled out, and vice versa. John took the sides of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, and I had to let go of her arms momentarily to allow her to take it off. As she removed it, we realised she was not wearing a bra, and her breasts flopped out in front of his face. He could hardly believe his luck, as even from behind I could tell they were glorious. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them, sucking on her nipples and rolling his tongue over them as they bounced wildly up and down with the force of our thrusting bodies.

I pulled back on her hair, forcing her to turn awkwardly to face me so that I could kiss her. Our tongues slobbered over each other’s as our lips met clumsily, and I could see the tears that had spilled from her eyes and ruined her makeup when John’s massive cock had been buried inside her throat. She loved being fucked hard though, and we continued to pound her holes, occasionally so hard that she winced in momentary pain, before enjoying the feeling of two dicks inside her again. Seeing as she had handled herself admirably so far, we decided to step things up a notch. I removed my cock from her ass and collected the lubricant dispenser from the side again. She watched on, biting her lip and smiling as she anticipated what was coming to her. I dripped a large splodge of lube over her asshole, coating it further in the slippery substance as John positioned his cock underneath her. She moved up slightly and leaned back a little, allowing him to slide his cock into her ass hole as I had just done. She rode on it for a minute or so while I watched, jerking off at the sight of this spicy Latina whore taking a fat dick up her ass.

Once she was acclimatised to his cock, I stepped up between their legs and pushed my own throbbing penis against her rim, splitting it even wider open than it had ever been in her life. John held his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams and ensuring that her thong did not fall out on to the floor as I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her well lubricated ass holes. With each thrust I penetrated an extra inch, with John’s cock already balls-deep inside her. Still holding her arms firmly behind her back, we both started to pound her ass hole, and the sight of it contorting around our dicks almost made me cum immediately. I managed to keep cool though, double fucking her for a little while as we tried to contain her ecstatic screams. Eventually, though, the intense rubbing of our cocks and the tightness of her ass hole proved too much for us, and we both let out a near-simultaneous groan as we pumped our hit, milky semen in to her rectum. John had reached underneath her crotch just before he came, and had started to rub her clitoris. As we shot our jizz deep in to her ass, our expanding cocks must have spurred her on, because just as we shot our final spurts of cum, she managed to spit out the thong and unleash a deafening, blood-curdling moan. Her hips thrashed violently and her legs kicked out at our sides, almost causing
her to topple to the floor. We held her firmly in place while she came, reaching the most incredible orgasm we had ever witnessed.

As she came down from her intense, seemingly never-ending climax, she rested her head on John’s chest and tried to control her exasperated breathing. All three of us were sweating like crazy, and then it dawned on me that her flight was about to finish boarding. We hadn’t really intended to keep her quite so long, and we had to rush to get dressed and get her through to the gate on time. She arrived just as they were about to close the gangway, and slipped through at the last second. She didn’t even need a cavity search, as she was an outbound passenger. Good job we didn’t tell her that!

Hot Sex at the Gymn

As a fit, healthy young woman, I love exercising and doing everything I can to stay in shape. As a student in my final year of University, I often have to juggle arduous studying with my part time job, leaving little room for fun, let alone exercise. So, my friend, Sarah, and I decided to set up a routine whereby every Wednesday afternoon we would go to the gym for a workout session. We were both free from lectures and work that day, so it was the perfect opportunity to get some much needed toning done. It was a schedule that we managed to stick to for the best part of a year, and I guess it was inevitable that one day one of us would be unable to make it. Such was the case recently, when Sarah’s boyfriend surprised her with a romantic trip to the cinema to see the new rom-com she’d been chirping about for the past few weeks. Naturally, she was so enamoured by his display of impromptu affection that she agreed to go immediately, leaving me in the lurch. I would have been less annoyed had she not waited until I was stood outside the gym to send me the text confirming she wouldn’t be joining me. It was a gusty autumn day and just as I read her message, a solitary drop of rain splashed onto my phone screen, foreboding the heavy shower that was conspiring to drench me should I walk back. So, not wanting to be caught in the rain, I decided to go ahead with the gym session regardless. It was a decision that turned out to be one of the best I had ever made.

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