I was walking through the airport as quickly as I am capable. The traffic on the way here was bad enough to make me feel like I needed to rush. I still had two hours but I am always nervous to miss a flight. I got in the security line, happy that there weren’t a ton of people. As I approached the gentleman at the booth, I handed him my ID and waived my phone under the barcode reader. The green light flickered on, letting me know that my boarding pass has been accepted. I look up at the man holding my ID, waiting for him to verify that I do match my picture. He handed it back and waives me forward to the conveyor belts and X-ray machines. I grabbed two plastic bins putting my shoes and phone in one, my laptop in the other. I added my backpack to the line of stuff and pushed it into the tunnel. As I made my way to the X-ray line, I watched as my stuff went through the tunnel.
It was my turn to walk through, the attendant on the other end waiving at me to step forward. I walked through. The machine seemed to accept my scan, but another TSA agent appeared from no where. “You’ve been randomly selected for a pat down, please follow me.” I looked around at the people in the airport, embarrassed and confused. The agent that waived me through said “just follow him to the back ma’am, it should be quick.” Not wanting to cause any issues, I begin to follow the man to an office. He unlocked the door and let me step in first, closing the door behind him.
“Hi young lady, I’m going to pat you down. Go ahead and stand with your legs apart. Hands go out to your sides like an airplane.” I was confused. This is not how pat downs work. There is supposed to be a female present at the least. “Um no, you’re not supposed to do that. I would like to request a female officer.” He smiled at me, not seeming upset with my request. “Okay ma’am. No problem.” He picked up the phone sitting on the desk and requested a female officer to come. We waited a few minutes when the door handle was pushed down and the door opened.
In came a female TSA agent. She was a brunette, blue eyes. She had features similar to Megan Fox, her thin face feminine but strong. She smiled at me, approaching me and asking me to stand. “I’m sure officer Smith here explained to you the position, correct?” I nodded and stood with my feet hip width apart and arms straight out to the side. I looked down at her breasts, quite a bit larger than mine but very clearly perky. Her thin waist extending into long legs. In the heels she had chosen for today, she seemed to be 5’10. Towering a whole 7 inches taller than me. She came closer, looking me directly in the eyes. Her hands finding there ways to my arms, sweeping below and down the sides of my ribs. She was beautiful, I decided. She reached down to my left leg, one hand on each side. Her left hand swept down my hip, her fingertips gripping my ass cheeks as she did. Her right hand started at my crotch, her rocking her hand up and back and forth at the same time. My pussy lip moving along with her hand. She slid both hands down simultaneously, slowly gripping my legs and then repeating the same on my other leg.
Upon completion, she stepped back. “I think we need to strip search her. I couldn’t tell for sure if I felt anything between her legs.” I was shocked. I was literally wearing yoga pants and a crop top. You didn’t need to even touch me to know that I wasn’t hiding anything. “What do you mean strip search me? I clearly don’t have anything to hide.” She looked at me, disappointment filling her face. “You’re not being a very good girl.” She said to me. I could feel my face heating up. “Take off your shirt” she demanded. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce into my mind. I removed my shirt. No bra under the shirt to protect my breasts from being exposed. She looked at my perky, pale, and petite breasts her expression now lightening, a smile almost present. “Now take off your pants.” I did, my underwear remaining on. She approached me, her hands again running along my body. Her inspections slower and more intimate this time.
She was rubbing my second leg, for some reason working her way from my ankle up this time. She reached my crotch and her hand pressed against my pussy lips gripping them and massaging them between her fingers. “I don’t think there is anything in there” I told her. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Maybe I was ignoring what was happening since it was a woman doing it. “I don’t know, let’s check” she responded, looking back at the male officer who seemed to be enjoying the show. “Yes, we should definitely do that” he told her. She begin to pull off my underwear, “NO, what are you doing?!” I screamed at her. She laughed, not at all deterred by my anger.
The male TSA agent suddenly stalked towards us, grabbing me by the back of the neck and pushing me against a wall. Quickly handcuffing my hands behind my back, he released his grip on my neck. Gripping my upper arm, he yanked me back to face them and held me in place as she finished removing my underwear. Now kneeling, she looked up at me and told me to “spread my legs.” Angrily and annoyed, I stood there ignoring her request. She slapped my right leg repeatedly until I react by jumping. Instinctively, my legs split and her fingers quickly slid inside of me.
She moved them rhythmically up and down, the male officer still holding me in place as she did. His erection pressing against his uniform pants. “She’s wet” she told the male officer, both of them laughing. He reached down, needing to feel on his own. I wiggled around, trying to avoid his attack. My struggles no competition to the two trained officers holding me hostage.
While he took his turn fingering my pussy she removed her pants, revealing a lacy white thong. Unbuttoning the top three buttons of her shirt, her matching bra and cleavage peeked through the shirt. She was beautiful, I would find her attractive outside of these circumstances as well. Too bad she was currently sexually assaulting me with her boyfriend. The male officer demanded me to kneel, picking up the female officer and putting her on the desk. She took off her underwear, letting them slide down her leg and off her foot onto the ground. “Pick those up” she said to me firmly. I turned my back to the underwear and kneeled more, attempting to pick them up with my hands. Upon getting through the struggle of getting them into my handcuffed hands, she scoffed at me, “No, with your mouth silly girl.”
I dropped the panties back to the floor and stood up “this is fucking crazy. I need to catch my flight. You didn’t find anything on me or in me for that matter so just uncuff me and let me go before I miss it.” The male officer reached into his pocket, pulling out a baggie with what looked like drugs. He let the bag dangle from his fingertips, staring at me and said “I don’t know, I think we found this in there. Which is a federal crime. You wouldn’t want to go to prison just to end up becoming someone’s bitch anyway because you wouldn’t be ours, do you?” My jaw dropped “that isn’t mine, I’ve never even seen drugs like that in real life before” I protested. “Man, that would really throw a wrench in the whole system wouldn’t it” he said. I glared at him, almost forgetting she was still there as well until she spoke. “Apologize to us for your disobedience and do what we told you to do, then we can all move forward.”
I kneeled back down, bent over to grab the underwear and felt a hard, but not internally damaging kick to my ribs. I fell to the ground, looking up to see the male officer cowering over me. “She told you to apologize. Why are you having a difficult time following directions?” I groaned, my side aching and looked at her “I’m sorry.” She smiled back “oh? For?” I rolled my eyes “I’m sorry for disobeying you” I said annoyed. “You have a bad attitude, we will have to work on that. Pick up the underwear.” I picked up the underwear with my teeth and sat up, back to kneeling. As I did, I noticed boot mark on my ribs lightly outlined in red.
Looking up at her, under in mouth, she placed her hand under my chin. “Don’t let those fall out of your mouth until we removed them. Do you understand?” She asked. I nodded my head up and down. With her other hand she slapped me. I gritted my teeth, groaning through the underwear. She placed my head back to the original place and repeated it again. The male officer took off his pants and begin stroking his cock to this. After five slaps, she sat on the end of the table in the office and spread her legs. Using her finger to direct me, she curled her index finger in a “come here” gesture.
Upon reaching her, she removed the panties from my mouth “eat my pussy.” I just stared at her, frozen and unsure when I felt a hand on the back of my hand, push me into her. My mouth now wet with her, and being held in place, I pushed my tongue out of my mouth. I begin moving my tongue around, in search for her clit. When he released his grip, I was able to move up more, finding it. Swollen and oval, barely peeking through her aroused labia. I flicked my tongue horizontally across her clit hitting all the nerves outlining it. Pushing in with slight pressure, maintaining a steady rhythm. “Oh fuck, she’s done this before baby” she moans out to the man.
I continue, knowing that it won’t take long for her to cum if I continue at this pace and pressure. I clearly wasn’t getting out of this but maybe if I could get them off then I could still catch my flight. I always show up extra early to the airport, so I still had time. I returned my focus to her pussy, realizing I had lost my rhythm in my thoughts. She begin to moan out again, grabbing my head and pulling me into her harder. Knowing she was really close, I put more slightly pressure and kept the same pace. Her breathing quickened and she yelled out, covering her mouth and trying not to be so loud. I kept in place until waves of her orgasm stilled and then kneeled back. Catching my breath and still smelling like her pussy, his cock was now in my face.
I turned and looked at him, opening my mouth to let him in. He slid in, his cock sliding across my tongue and into the back of my throat slowly. He held my hair and continued the slow pace, dragging spit out of my mouth and down my chin. Once he was dripping in my spit, he bent the lady officer over the desk and slid into her pussy. “Come here and lick my ass and balls while I fuck her.” I shimmied my way across the room and kneeled under them, opening my mouth as wide as I could. I took both of his balls in my mouth, moving them side to side in my mouth as we moved together into her. I released both balls and traced my tongue back behind them and up his perineum and onto his asshole. He moaned out, the combination of her pussy and being tongued becoming intense. I alternated between his balls and ass, still unable to use my hands. He grabbed her hips and begin to pump harder, getting close to climax. She moaned out loudly, her second orgasm also coming. They both climaxed at the same time, him slumping down onto her. I sat back, catching my breath as well.
They sat up and both got dressed as though I wasn’t there. Once done, they dragged me by my hair to the sink that seemed to be part of the break room/office area. They filled two cups of water and placed my head over the sink. “We can’t have you getting on your flight so dirty” she said and dump the first cup of water on my face, making me cough and shiver. She used her hand to wipe the water around, cleaning off the bodily fluids they had left on my face. He was over messing with my backpack for some reason. Was he putting something in or taking something out? I thought to myself. She poured the second cup of water on me and continued wiping my face. Once I was clean, she stood me back up, lightly slapping my face a couple times. I didn’t say or do anything, just gazing at the clock knowing I only had 30 minutes left to get to the plane before they stopped boarding. “Good girl,” she remarked and removed the handcuffs “now get dressed.” I got dressed and put my wet hair up into a ponytail, my make up now seeming to be ruined as well. I walked over to the male and grabbed my backpack, making my way out of the office and towards the terminal.
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