by Powerone
She hated how her body was reacting, his fingers rubbed her clit, the swollen bud sent shivers up her spine, her pussy opened up as two fingers slipped inside, aided by her juices. Even the pain in her asshole had lessened. While not entirely pleasurable, the feeling of fullness that his cock provided inside her, coupled with the masturbating fingers were beginning to draw an orgasm from her body. “Please, don't make me cum, not with your cock in my ass, please no,” embarrassed to be forced to cum while being bound and sodomized.
Michael felt her body jerking on his cock and knew he could make her cum soon. He felt his own organ swelling, his balls heavy with cum, ready to give her a cum bath deep inside her colon. His balls slapped painfully against her ass cheeks as he fucked his cock deep inside her asshole. “Cum when I drop a load of semen inside your clutching asshole, Sarah, cum with me,” her ordered her, his finger fucking of her pussy increasing, burying themselves deeper into her pussy, feeling his hard cock in her ass, separated by only a thin piece of skin. He could almost masturbate his own cock inside her. He yanked her head back by the hair, his cock deep inside her, swelling up as his cum ran up the fat vein on his cock from his balls and shot out the end.
Her head was pulled back, his fingers forced her body to cum as she screamed when his cock filled her colon with his hot cream, the salty fluid burning as it bathed her anal tract, irritating the abraded flesh. Her body clenched onto the fingers and cock inside her as she came, soaking the fingers that masturbated her, as her cum ran down her thighs. Her asshole tightened on the cock cumming inside her, squeezed more cum into her, her stomach filled with the hot fluid. “GGGGODDD, ppppllleezzzee, IIII'MMMM CCCummmin."
Both of their bodies were covered with sweat, the smell of cum filling the room as they both shuddered in the final throes of their orgasms. Michael slumped down on her body; his cock already began to shrink inside her asshole, as he felt her sphincter attempt to push it out.
Sarah could barely breathe; Michael's body slumped on hers, the bondage not allowing her any room to escape the heavy weight. She pushed with her asshole as she felt his soft organ slide out of her asshole with a noisy slosh, feeling his cum leak out onto her thighs, the thick fluid slowly run down them.
Michael pulled off of her body, gazed at her swollen asshole, still open, the mouth pursed open and closed. It glistened with his cum; the milky fluid ran down as she pushed it from inside her. He ran his hands over her ass cheeks, “I enjoyed your asshole, Sarah, so hot and tight.” He began to release her from her bondage, all the while his hands continue to run over her naked body, unable to get his fill of her beautiful body.
Sarah got up as she heard the door close, Michael having left the room. Her legs shook, the bondage cut off the circulation. Her ass still burned inside, almost feeling like his cock was still buried in her. She grabbed her clothes and left, not even bothering to put them on, eager to soak her abused body in the bathtub. She lay back in the tub, the hot water soaked away some of the aches and pains. She stayed in the tub for almost a half an hour, finally dried off her body with the soft towel. She got into bed, naked and lay down on her stomach as John had ordered her, her legs spread out to the edges of the bed, her anus aching as it opened. She only hoped that she would go to sleep quickly and John would leave her alone.
"OOOOOWWW,” she cried a sharp pain in her ass. She opened her eyes, the room almost dark, feeling a presence near her. She could make out a figure sitting on the bed beside her. The blanket had been pulled from her body, her naked body exposed. She felt the uncomfortable feeling in her asshole again, a finger slowly twisted and turned inside her. She could feel the digit slide along effortlessly, knowing that it was aided by lubrication. “NNNOO,” two fingers now slide inside her, finger fucking her asshole as they prepared her for another ass fucking. “Don't please, fuck my pussy, my ass is too sore,” she begged, but the finger fucking continued as they slide in and out her slick asshole.
John came into the room naked, his large cock bounced as he walked, already hard. He knelt on the bed, drew the blankets from her body, excited to see that she had obeyed him. Her legs were spread wide, his fingers quickly found her exposed asshole, the oil allowed him to plunge inside her. He felt her body clench on the invading digits, still tight, even after Michael had fucked her. She grew awake as she realized what he was doing. “Get up, over to the chair. I want you to sit on my cock, Sarah. And I want my cock up your asshole, not your pussy. I want to enjoy you bouncing up and down on it."
He let the light fill the room as he sat in the chair, his hand held up his hard cock, watched as she walked over to him, resigned to her fate. Her breasts bounced as she walked, her hips swayed sensuously. “Put your legs outside my hips,” his hands encircled her waist as he pulled her towards him. She stood between him, her pussy in his face, her body trembled as he held her. “Did you like it when Michael stuck his cock up your ass, Sarah?"
She looked down at his cock, much larger then Michael's. “It hurt when he did it; I thought he was going to tear me."
"Did he make you cum while he fucked your asshole, Sarah?” He already knew the answer; he just wanted her to admit it.
She looked down, embarrassed to admit it. “Yes, he forced me."
"I will do the same, Sarah; I will make you cum again. Now I want you to grab my cock in your hand and push it against your anus.” He rubbed oil on his cock; her small hand finally encircled the hard, hot flesh. “Yes, such nice hands, Sarah.” He felt his cockhead bump against her asshole. “Yes, that feels good,” her anus quivered on his cockhead. “Now lower yourself down on it. Let it go in slowly, in a bit, then pull out, then in again, each time deeper. I want you to sit on my lap, my cock twitching inside your asshole."
His eyes continued to stare at her as she allowed her asshole to slowly spread around the hard cock. The burning started again, this time it was worse, she was the cause of it, forced to lower her asshole down on his cock, biting her lip as she felt her asshole finally grip the cockhead inside her, her sphincter grabbing it tightly.
"Good girl, Sarah. So hot and tight. Now slowly begin to fuck my cock with your asshole. I don't want you to hurt yourself, but allow my cock to sink inside you. Swallow it up.” His hands moved her hips, helping her with a fucking motion, watched as she slowly pulled up and down, his cock moved inside her asshole, feeling her anal tract squeeze his cock so nicely.
Sarah felt her ass go from full to empty, her hips rose up and down as the steel hard cock slowly bore up inside her asshole. It almost felt like it was going to come out her mouth, the long prong going even deeper then Michael's had, her colon having to straighten to take the fleshy probe. She felt John's hands on her pussy, spread apart her pussy lips, two fingers surround her clit; expose the red and swollen bud. Another hand reached up to her breast, pulled on one nipple as they moved up and down, bouncing as she fucked his cock. It didn't hurt as much as the first time, her asshole still stretched open from her prior ass fucking.
"Stick your arms behind your head, Sarah and push out your tits; I want to see them bounce as you fuck me."
She did as she was told, feeling like a whore, forced to fuck him, allowing him access to her body, posing in obscene positions for his pleasure. She rode his cock while his hands and fingers rubbed all over her body. She closed her eyes as his fingers tugged at her clit, another orgasm overcame her body, feeling his cock jump and twitch inside her asshole as she was again given a semen enema, hot, salty fluid filled her colon for the second time tonight. She slumped down on his body, sexually exhausted from what they had forced her to endure, her asshole burned from the being sodomized repeatedly. She felt her body pulled from his cock and dumped unceremoniously into the bed, the sheets covered with his cum as it dripped from her asshole. She didn't care as she fell into an exhausted sleep, curled into a ball.
Airport Search
Natalie was just starting her vacation. This was the first time she had flown on an airplane since 9-11. She had see
n all of the news reports regarding security at the airports and had seen where they were using wands to check passengers for metal objects and now had more sophisticated devices to detect explosives. The United States was still just using wands, but other countries have been trying the new and more sophisticated gear, mainly to make sure that tourists would continue to come to their countries. Natalie did not worry about the security; in fact, the searching had a tendency to excite her. She often imagined that she was stopped and they forced her to undergo a search when she was masturbating, which seemed to be too often since she broke up with her boyfriend.
Natalie had chosen Cuba to visit for her vacation. The United States had just begun to allow visitors and Natalie wanted to be one of the first. Her first plane ride from Miami to Havana had been uneventful. She had passed through normal security with no trouble and was not randomly selected to be searched at the gate. She was now in Havana, ready to take a small plane ride to Santiago, her final destination.
Natalie disembarked her United Airlines flight and had to go to the older terminal, used by the locals. This required going across the street from the new, gleaming modern terminal to an old, 50-year old building.
Natalie entered the terminal, a dismal, dirty building. She didn't hear anyone speaking English, only Spanish. She recognized the symbol for the airline she was taking in the furthest corner of the building. She walked across the open terminal, eyes watching her as she walked. There hadn't been many Americans in Cuba, never a beautiful girl like Natalie. Natalie stood at a little over five-foot-five, brown hair, shoulder length, slim waist, long legs and gorgeous breasts. She was twenty-five years old. She had a very active sex life, but since her breakup with her boyfriend, she did not seem to have the interest or the good luck to find anyone that interested her. Masturbation and fantasies seem to be her only sexual release, the humiliation of searches becoming more prevalent in her fantasies.
She finally managed to make it across the terminal, almost all eyes following her as she did. She went to the counter, a short, slightly balding attendant standing behind it.
She took her passport and ticket and passed it over the counter. He picked it up, leafed through the tickets and passport and checked a book in front of him. He spoke a few words to her in Spanish, her puzzled look conveying her lack of understanding of the Spanish language. He handed her passport and ticket back to her, pointed to the corner of the terminal and held up three fingers. Natalie assumed that he meant three hours, dreading the wait in the dismal terminal.
Natalie looked to the corner where the attendant had pointed. There was a door that led out to where an old, two engine prop plane stood, workman busily attempting to get it ready to fly. Next to it, a uniformed guard or police officer, Natalie now being able to ascertain which, stood next to a table with various electronic instruments. They seemed similar to the wands used by US airports. There was a partition next to the table blocking out whatever was on the other side.
The guard was young, very muscular, about six feet and dark skinned. When he saw Natalie move toward one of the seats, he motioned her over. They had been waiting for her and preparing for her arrival for three days. There were three guards in the terminal, Gomez, Jose and Ricardo. They knew an American gringo would be passing through the terminal and they decided they wanted to have a little fun with her. They had taken an old wand that used in the new terminal. Gomez was an excellent electrician, using his skills he had changed the wand so with a push of a button, the wand would beep. In addition, he had made it so it would vibrate, a powerful vibration, when the wand beeped. Inside the area of the partition, mirrors had been placed into the floor, with lights shining up from underneath, photos could be taken of whatever or whoever was above.
The locals knew that the planes never took off on time, they were always at least two hours late, so they would have at least three hours before anyone else showed up for the flight, by that time they would already have Natalie behind the partition.
Natalie saw the guard wave her over to the table. She looked around, the terminal empty. Why does he want me now, it's too early for the plane? She walked over toward the guard, his eyes staring at her as she walked. He was extremely handsome maybe her luck was turning.
"May I see your passport and your ticket,” Ricardo's English very good.
"I'm glad you speak English, how come you are checking so early, there is no one else here?"
"Sometime are equipment does not work correctly, so we try to allow for delays. It is not very often we get tourists, so we take special care to make sure that we do a very thorough search, especially Americans. We take our country and our work very seriously.” Ricardo gave Natalie a very stern and official look. “We need your cooperation and we don't put up with any disobedience. Our prisons are full of people that can't follow our rules."
Natalie began to feel some fear about the situation. This was not the United States, this was a Socialist state, hostile to Americans and Ricardo began to scare her. “Do not worry, I will cooperate,” she said, her eyes looking at the ground, hoping to avoid Ricardo's.
"That is good, now please hand me your ticket and passport. When we finish with this, I will return them to you. Until that time, I will hold them."
Natalie handed over her papers, knowing that she needed them back or she could be arrested in this country without them.
"Please stand over her next to the table, stand with your arms to the side, extended out and spread your legs open,” Natalie was ordered.
It had begun. Natalie could feel her pussy become wet as soon as she heard the words “spread your legs open". She stood near the table, her arms to the side, extended. She spread her legs, waiting in excitement.
Ricardo picked up the wand, his finger on the button. This should be fun. I hadn't expected her to be this beautiful and such a body. I hoped I scared her enough to get her full cooperation. He began to move the wand, first over her right arm, moving toward her breast. As he got closer, his finger tightened in expectation. When he was within two inches of her breasts he pushed the button.
Natalie jumped the beep from the wand unexpected. “What's the matter?” She couldn't figure out why it would beep.
"Remain calm, we shall continue,” his voice stern. He moved to the other side, moving down her left arm toward her other breast. When he was within two inches of her breast again, his finger pushed the button, the beeping sounding even louder in the near empty room.
Natalie jumped again.
Ricardo moved behind her, she could see him crouching behind her. He moved the wand between her legs, starting at the bottom and moving up her left leg. As he moved the wand higher, he moved it under her skirt, a pleated brown skirt. When he got within four inches of her crotch, he pushed the button. He didn't want to scare her too much by getting to close yet. Soon he would do that.
Again, the quiet was broken by the sharp beep of the wand. The wand moved to the front of her skirt and as soon as it got near her crotch again, the beep sounded sharply. He moved to her backside, running over her shapely ass, the beep breaking the silence again.
"I think it must be broken,” Natalie stammered.
"Don't tell me my job, it is working fine,” his voice commanding. “Spread your legs open further,” his voice booming, the anger showing through.
Natalie trembled, the fear rising, the wand kept going off and now the guard seemed angry with her. She quickly moved to spread her legs open more, eager to please him and get the search over.
Ricardo turned his head, not wanting Natalie to see his smile. She willingly jumped at his last command. Ricardo moved the wand over her again, each time hitting the button, the beep startling Natalie each time.
"Captain Jose, would you come out here?” Ricardo yelled over the partition.
Natalie watched as two more guards came out, Jose and Gomez, Jose wearing the uniform of a Captain. They had stern looks on their faces. Now there were three of them and there was still no one el
se in this end of the terminal. The attendant at the airline was even gone.
"What is it?"
"This young lady has set the wand off both times, at various parts of her body,” Ricardo said.
"Excuse me Ma'am, what is your name?"
"Natalie,” she stammered.
"Natalie, we need more than one guard out her because you have set off the wands numerous times. This means that you have unauthorized items, some could be potentially dangerous on your person. We will need to search you more intensely. We want to make sure that you do not try to report the guard for any inappropriate behavior, so we need other witnesses. Now please follow Ricardo's orders while we observe. We take these types of threats very serious and if you fail to cooperate you will be jailed. Our jails aren't very nice, not like your American prisons. We do not coddle our prisoners. So it is better that you allow us to handle the situation here, than in a dirty jail.” Jose kept a stern look on his face, staring at Natalie.
Natalie trembled, “no, I don't want to go to a jail, I will do whatever you want. I don't have anything on me. I don't know why it keeps going off"
"Very good, Natalie, now assume the position again,” Ricardo ordered her, spinning her around, her back to the other men. Natalie put her arms out again, her legs spread. Ricardo put his foot against her leg, “spread them farther,” he ordered. Natalie moved her legs out another couple of inches. “I said spread them farther!” his voice rose. Natalie moved them over a foot more; her legs now spread over four feet wide. The men watched Natalie, her arms out, her legs spread wide; they were going to enjoy her very much.
