It was 5am and the airport security checkpoint was a ghost town. I walked up to the middle-aged woman checking IDs and boarding passes and crossed my fingers wishing for a quick passage. With any luck I would have time to get coffee before boarding the plane.
The woman waves me on. No special screening. So far so good!
I place my purse and suitcase into the x-ray machine. Just my luck, the x-ray is run by another middle-aged woman and she doesn’t care one bit about my body.
That’s when I see him. The body scanner is staffed by a handsome young black man. He must have been 25 years old, over six feet tall, with a lean muscular physique. My pulse begins to race. He’s just my type.
“Good morning ma’am. That sweatshirt is too bulky for our scanners, would you please remove it and place it on the x-ray belt?”
Oh crap here we go again. I had worn a loose, large sweatshirt to disguise my figure and avoid unwanted attention. But underneath that sweatshirt was a form fitting v-neck t-shirt that showed off a mile of cleavage from my perky F cup tits.
I hear a low whistle from the male TSA agent as I remove the sweatshirt and reveal my secret.
“I’m sorry ma’am, that was quite unprofessional of me. You may proceed through the scanner but I’m going to have to pat you down.” The young man regained his composure and tried very hard to look me in the eyes.
“I understand,” I told him. “You’re just doing your job and this bra is big enough to smuggle in all sorts of contraband. You’ll find that this bra is 100% full of my all natural titties - no padding or push up tricks and no secret stashes. Go ahead and give them a good squeeze, I don’t mind!”
The TSA agent quickly blushed but then I noticed something else. A tightness in his pants. A bulge appearing down his left leg. Something to keep an eye on…
His hands worked their way up, patting down my legs, my hips, my waist, and finally reaching my tits.
“You really don’t mind if I give them a squeeze?” he inquired.
“Don’t mind at all!” is what I blurted out in response. I was distracted by the bulge that continue to expand down his left leg towards his knee.
His hands were gentle but firm as they probed my tits from every angle, confirming that my F cup bra was in fact 100% full of my all natural titties. Then he stood there, one breast cupped in each hand, eyes staring straight down my cleavage with the kind of smile you normally see on a five year old boy opening Christmas presents.
While he stood there admiring my tits, I was admiring the continued expansion of his bulge. It was clearly over a foot long and thicker than my wrist. I was in a trance and unconsciously reached over to loosen his belt…
This action snapped him out of his own trance and he took control of the situation. “Not out here,” he whispered in my ear.
“Hey Susie,” this well endowed stud of a TSA agent called over to his partner on the x-ray. “I need to take this woman into the interview room for a private screening. Can you cover for me and keep her bags safe?”
Susie took one look at the situation, laughed, and said “sure thing stud!“
He took my arm, directed me into a windowless room near the security checkpoint, and locked the door behind us. “This room is soundproof, there are no windows, and no cameras. We can do whatever we want to each other in here!”
Ripping off my bra, my perky tits burst free and sat there jiggling in the air. I loved how they maintained a perky teardrop shape despite their enormous size. The agent was clearly impressed as he let out a “DAMN GIRL!” before bending over and sucking on my nipples.
His nipples sucking technique was masterful and that alone would be enough to make me cum. But that wasn’t what I had in mind… so I reached down to whip off his belt and pull off his pants in one smooth, well practiced motion.
“OH. MY. GOD.” was all I could manage to say upon seeing the full glory of his rock hard cock. Longer and thicker than my forearm, it was by far the largest real cock I had ever enjoyed and was even bigger than my biggest black monster dildo.
I enjoyed that cock in every way that I knew how. I deep throated it, I rode it, and I titty fucked it. Then I did all of those things again. And again. And again.
He was the first cock that I had ever truly enjoyed more than my dildos. I was the first woman he had ever fucked who could take every inch of him into their mouth, their pussy, and their tits.
We spent all day fucking in that interview room. I missed my flight. He lost his job. We didn’t care.
@gemini-fox-36 thanks for the inspiration!