“Ma’am, I need you to open your bag, please.” The TSA agent lifted Nora’s carry-on bag from the x-ray conveyor and placed it front of her. Nora couldn’t help feeling nervous, as if she’d done something wrong. She unzipped the bag and held it open for the agent to survey.

The agent was a tall, heavyset, black woman. Her large breasts filled her tight blouse. Above her left breast was a nametag which read TONYA. Tonya felt around in the bag until she found the suspicious-looking item revealed in the x-ray monitor: Nora’s Magic Massager.

The agent held the vibrator in her hands, as if checking to see if any tampering to the device had occurred. Nora was thankful that the agent didn’t hold it up high enough for anyone else in the queue to see. Tonya studied it objectively, maintaining a professional demeanor, while Nora herself was livid with embarrassment. The agent looked her in the eye as she placed the vibrator back in the bag.

“I guess this ain’t gonna hurt anyone,” she ruled, winking conspiratorially as she waved Nora along. “Enjoy your flight, ma’am,” she smiled.

Within minutes of checking into the hotel, Nora had drawn the blinds, unpacked, and peeled off her clothes. She picked up the Magic Massager, her face flushing slightly as she recalled the airport incident, but she was still glad she’d brought it. Plugging it in, she ran the gently vibrating head over her bare shoulders and neck. Immediately, the stress from her trip melted away.

Nora had thought about the incident throughout the flight, and her imagination had concocted a fantasy that she was now eager to play out. She squeezed some lube onto her fingertip and rubbed it on her clit and along her pussy lips. She pulled a chair in front of the full-length, three-panel mirror, allowing her to view different angles of her firm, nude body. She placed one knee on the seat and guided the vibrator between her legs. She flipped the switch and closed her eyes.

In her fantasy, the agent escorted her to a small room and directed Nora to remove all of her clothing.

“I’m going to have to search you, ma’am,” the agent explained, donning latex gloves with an authoritative snap. “Usually, there’d be two of us to conduct the search, but no one else is available right now. I wouldn’t want you to miss your flight, but if you have any objections….”

“No, it’s alright,” Nora said meekly.

“Good,” the agent said. She squeezed a tube of ointment along the fingers of her right hand and set the tube on her desk. “Just lean over that chair while I check for contraband.”

Nora opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, surveying her long, lean frame stretched over the chair. She upped the vibrator speed and closed her eyes again.

She felt an air current tickle her backside as the agent approached from behind. The agent placed her left hand around the back of Nora’s neck. “Spread your legs wider, honey.” Nora complied. The agent’s commanding manner, not to mention Nora’s nakedness, made her feel very vulnerable and submissive.

She felt the agent’s fingers slide between her legs, the gooey lube leaving her pussy lips wet and warm. The agent’s fingers pressed firmly into her lips and rubbed purposefully over her clit. Involuntarily, Nora’s hips began moving in synch with the hand, the agent controlling Nora’s movements as if Nora were some kind of puppet. A sex puppet!

“That’s it, baby girl,” the agent smiled. “You just go along for the ride and let Tonya take care of everything!” Tonya’s wrist and forearm pressed and rubbed into Nora’s ass crack as the gloved fingers burrowed into her pussy. The agent’s other hand squeezed harder on Nora’s neck.

Nora shot a glance at her image in the mirror. She rolled her hips as she ground against the vibrator head. There was a thin sheen of sweat gleaming on her back now. She turned the vibrator up another notch.

The lube had spread between Nora’s ass cheeks. As Tonya pumped all four fingers in and out of Nora’s sloppy snatch, her forearm rubbed along her ass crack. No matter which way her body moved, Tonya was applying delicious friction and pressure at just that spot.

“Where you headed to, honey?” Tonya grunted through clenched teeth.

“Vegas!” Nora gasped.

“Business or pleasure?”

“Business!”

“Yeah, but you gonna have some pleasure while you’re at it, ain’t ya?” Nora looked over her shoulder and they both laughed. “Gimme some sugar,” Tonya smiled, and their tongues fenced together as Tonya squeezed her entire fist into Nora’s pussy. Tonya ground and twisted her fist, drawing squishy, sucking sounds from Nora’s sopping snatch, and Nora nearly fell off the chair. Tonya steadied her, then removed her hand and slapped Nora on the ass.

“Come on over here,” Tonya commanded, and then dropped her trousers and perched on the desk. She patted a spot beside her, but as Nora approached, Tonya pointed at Nora’s bag. “Get your toy, girl. I wanna check that bad boy out. Plug it in right there.”

Nora straddled Tonya’s belly, facing Tonya’s feet, and turned on the massager. She buried the head in Tonya’s bush. Tonya reflexively kickied her legs excitedly.

“Oh, hell, yeah!” Tonya shouted. Her hands grabbed hold of Nora’s ass cheeks like a sandwich and feasted on Nora’s pussy. Tonya’s long, thick tongue swirled inside her, licking and poking at every tasty piece of flesh within her. All the while, Tonya kicked and writhed on the desk. Nora found it necessary to hold the massager with both hands to keep it in contact with Tonya’s clit.

“You gonna make me come, girl!” Tonya growled, pulling Nora back. “Let me use it on you now! Lick my pussy, girl!”

Nora passed the massager to Tonya. As fun as it was to pleasure someone else with the massager, Nora wanted more of a hands-on experience. She was eager to taste Tonya. Her hands spread Tonya’s thighs apart and lowered her head. Her tongue explored the length and depth of Tonya’s wet crack, her lips tugging and sucking at Tonyu’s pussy lips.

Tonya cranked the massager up to its highest setting and pressed it against Nora’s pussy. Nora’s butt cheeks jiggled slightly from the vibrations. Tonya grasped one cheek, trying to hold it steady, her thumb brushing Nora’s anus. This contact caused Nora to moan and lick even harder at Tonya’s clit.

Inspired, Tonya reached for the lube tube and squeezed a dollop at Nora’s asshole. Tonya’s thumb spread the lubricant around Nora’s rectal ring, eliciting more moans from Nora. Her thumb pierced Nora’s asshole, and she worked it all the way inr as her other hand drilled Nora’s snatch with the massager.

Nora bucked wildly, her hair flying as she lashed Tonya’s clit from frantically with her tongue. The desk rattled and shook as the women rode each other toward release. Tonya worked three fingers into Nora’s tight ass and Nora responded by clamping her lips around Tonya’s clit and sucking hard. Together, they kicked and screamed as their orgasms took hold. Nora dug her nails in to Tonya’s thighs, holding on as if a tornado was passing over them, afraid that the desk might lift off the floor and fly away.

Nora fell forward onto the chair, dropping the massager. As she caught her breath, she watched the device moving around on the carpet as if it were alive – which, she decided, wasn’t too far from the truth.

About The Author

Les S. Moore

Like most writers of erotica, Les S. Moore is a mysterious figure with a sketchy past. He has written extensively (and usually anonymously) for various adult themed sites. He ghost-wrote a series of erotic novels which were, unfortunately, lost forever during the Great Amazon Porn Purge of 2013. When not exploring erotic themes with his writing, he collects and arranges grains of sand and supports himself as a freelance chicken plucker.

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