This is last week’s fic, which I know is super duper late! I’m so, so sorry. It’s been hectic at work, but just four more weeks and I’ll be finished there. I’m behind on all my smut writings for August, but I plan to catch up very, very soon. Well…today. I have to deliver the Reaper fics by today!
Everything is fine LOL. Anyway, you can watch the wheel draw for prompt 7 by clicking here.
I do still plan on writing the bonus fic for prompt 6, but I haven’t had a chance. It is definitely coming, I promise. In the meantime, this scenario is one I always enjoy reading, so I hope you do, too.
No, I would almost certainly not like this IRL. I’d be panicky as fuck if this happened…but I do love reading it!
– Sian
Trigger Warnings: This fic includes hardcore BDSM, including a cavity search, consensual non-consent, voyeurism, and sharing. If these are triggers for you, please consider skipping this story.
★★★★★
Cavity Search
“Excuse me, ma’am, we’re going to need you to step aside for a random check of your suitcase.” The tall man in the TSA uniform gives me a stern look.
“Oh, uh, sure,” I stammer, looking around for Grant.
“Is this your suitcase, ma’am?” the security guard says as he swipes a device over the carry-on.
“Well, no. It’s my partner’s suitcase. He has mine somewhere.”
I crane my neck around, trying to find Grant, but I can’t see him. He told me he was going to the bathroom and took off with my luggage a minute ago.
“I see. Do you understand that you’re responsible for this piece of luggage while it’s in your possession, ma’am?” the man asks as he places the sample from the device into the machine in front of him for testing.
“Yes, Sir.”
My heart pounds a little faster in my chest, even though I know it’s silly because Grant doesn’t have a bomb in his carry-on luggage. My mouth drops open when the screen in front of us displays a big red X, and a buzzing sound comes from it.
“Uh, what does that mean?” I blink up at the man.
He frowns down at me. “It means you’re going to need to come with me.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I nod and follow him. He leads me away from the bustling crowds of the airport and to a door nearby.
“I don’t have anything dangerous, I promise,” I say as I follow him through the door and down a corridor. “It’s my partner’s carry-on, but he doesn’t have anything either.”
The man doesn’t say anything in response, and I’m terrified. I wish Grant were here because I know this has to be some kind of mix-up.
The guy opens the door and ushers me into a small room. “Take a seat, ma’am.” I sit in a chair next to a desk, and he sits in front of a computer. “Now, I understand this suitcase doesn’t belong to you?”
“No, Sir. It’s my partner’s. He went to the bathroom.”
“I see. Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be back in a moment.”
He rises and heads to the door to the small room we’re in. As he leaves, he exchanges some words with a tall, muscly man who has a gun at his hip. Both men turn to look at me and rake their gazes over my body. I squirm in my seat and wish that Grant was with me again because I’m worried I’ll go to jail over some weird mistake.
The door is closed, and I sit alone for roughly ten minutes before the door opens and Grant appears.
I rush over and throw myself into his arms. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“It’s okay, baby girl.” He wraps his arms around me. “We’ll get this figured out.”
He sits in the chair I was in previously and pulls me down onto his lap as the other man takes a seat at the desk. Grant wraps his arms around me under my breasts, forcing them up and out, showing off more of my cleavage.
“Now, you said my carry-on threw up some kind of error?” Grant asks, obviously carrying on a conversation from outside.
“Yes, Sir. We need to re-test.”
He runs the same device over Grant’s bag while Grant holds me tight before a machine the same as the one out in the main airport security area beeps and flashes a red X again.
The guy turns his gaze to me, and it hovers at my chest where, despite my fear, my nipples harden as he looks at me. “This is going to require a cavity search of the luggage holder.”
I gasp aloud, “No.”
“I’m afraid so, ma’am.”
“It’s not my suitcase,” I object.
“That doesn’t matter. You were the one attempting to take it through airport security,” the guy says.
His handsome face is composed into a stern look, but there’s no denying the lust in his gaze as he runs his eyes over my body. Grant’s cock is stiff underneath me, and I bite my lip.
“Stand over there and put your hands up against the wall above your head.” He points to a blank wall at the side of the room.
My heart pounds as I follow the instructions, but I feel safer now that Grant is here. When I’m in the position, though, the guy walks over and uses his foot to kick my legs wider.
His lips close to my ear, and his breath is hot against it as he murmurs, “Now, let me check you.”
He presses his body against mine as he reaches into my top and pulls my nipple, eliciting a gasp of surprise followed by a moan from me.
“Nope, nothing here.” His cock is stiff against my ass, and he continues to pull and tweak my nipple as he uses his other hand to reach into my panties and find my wet pussy. “Let me check if there’s anything in here.”
He pushes three fingers in and out of me roughly a few times, and I seek more contact, but it’s over all too quickly, and he pulls his fingers away. He ducks under my arms and moves in between me and the wall.
He’s far too close, and I find myself staring up into golden brown eyes as he pushes those same fingers into my mouth.
“Let’s check this mouth.” He fucks my mouth with his fingers a few times, then swirls them around my mouth before pulling them out. “You seem clean. I need a second opinion, though.”
He ducks back under my arm, and I stay where I am as he opens the door before it closes again. I pant for breath as I wait to see what will happen, unsure if he re-entered the room or left it.
I get my answer when my pants are yanked down to my knees, along with my panties, and a new voice says, “For the safety of the other airport goers, I’m happy to help.”
I look down to see the muscular man who’d been guarding the door kneeling between my legs. He uses his thumb and forefinger to spread my lips wide, then pulls a torch out of his pocket.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as he shines the torch into my pussy. It’s dripping wet, and I’m aching to be fucked right now.
“Nothing that I can see,” he says. “I’d better be sure, though.”
He pushes his fingers into me, and I moan loudly. A hard cock presses against my ass again as the man below me fucks my pussy with his fingers.
“Are you enjoying this search, bitch?” the first man asks.
He rips my blouse open, and I squeak in alarm as buttons go flying around us. He palms my breasts and plays with them as I’m brought to the edge of orgasm.
The guy at my pussy flicks my clit with his hot, wet tongue, and it sends me over the edge. My body shakes as pleasure rocks me to my core. When my orgasm has passed, the man below me releases a thick erection as he lays below me before he takes hold of my hips and pulls me straight down onto his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
“Yeah, bitch. Let me check your cunt for weapons,” he grins up at me as he fucks me roughly.
“I’d better check her mouth,” the first guy says.
He pushes his cock into my mouth and fucks me with it as well. I’m lost to being used, and I revel in the feeling of fullness as they have their way with me.
I have no idea how much time passes before a lube-covered finger is pushed into my ass.
“There one more hole they haven’t checked yet, baby girl,” Grant murmurs.
“We appreciate the help,” the first guy says, pushing his cock down my throat and holding it there until I gag.
“Happy to do my civic duty,” Grant says in a smug voice.
Grant waits until the first guy blows down my throat, and I swallow his load before he pushes me down, so I’m laying on the guy below me, and my ass is exposed for use.
“Mmm, baby girl,” Grant says as he slams into me. “This ass is so tight that you couldn’t fit anything dangerous in there.” He pulls out and thrusts roughly into me. “I can’t feel anything. I think she’s clean.”
“Good to hear,” the guy below me says. “I think she’s a dirty bitch. I like her cunt, though.”
By the time both men come inside me, I’m in complete ecstasy. I’m left panting for breath after I collapse on the man below me as Grant cleans up with some tissues.
He brings some underwear and a clean dress over from inside his carry-on, and I blink at him as understanding dawns on me.
“You know them?”
I climb off the man below me and scramble into the underwear Grant has as he chuckles and nods. “Yes. These are some old college buddies of mine. George works for the TSA and hooked us up.”
He jerks his head over to the first guy as I pull the dress on, and Grant pulls me into his arms with my back to him, so I’m facing his friends.
“Well, thank you both.” I smile at them.
“Anytime.” George grins at me. “Thanks for letting us enjoy your cunt before you enjoy your holiday.”
My cheeks flame bright red as Grant leads me out of the small room and back up the corridor, wheeling his carry-on as he does. We make our way to the frequent flyer lounge, and he cuddles me in a booth.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” he asks quietly.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, even though I feel slightly shaky.
“No, you’re not.” Grant pulls me against him and holds me tight. “But you will be. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
★★★★★
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