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Stacked Shelley's Airport
Search by Sexy Shelley © |
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I got to the airport early to catch my plane
from New York to Houston. With all the new security stuff you have to go through, I
thought, it can take forever. Let me tell you about myself. I'm a thirty-year old redhead with green eyes and a very voluptuous body. I have a master's degree and a good job and I'm no bimbo, but I guess I look like one. Like my alter ego Jessica Rabbit said--I'm just drawn this way! I'm not tall—only 5'5"—but my legs are nice, and I have a slim waist, curvy, plush hips, and tiny little hands and . I like people to look at me and to notice I'm pretty all over--but mostly everyone just stares at my breasts. They're huge. They've been stacked all my life—since I was about 12. Now, my breasts are so big that they stick out of everything I wear, and people think they must be fake. They're not, though. It's all me. I outgrew my 38DD bras years ago and started having to get everything custom-made. (For all you guys out there—when people talk about EE cups and GG cups, it kind of doesn't mean anything, because after DD, it's either made to order or these humungous, ugly restraining devices that fat women wear.) That said, I'm several cup sizes bigger than DD. I get it from my mother—a classic big-breasted southern beauty from Texas. That's where I was going the other day—down to Texas to visit. That's when it all started. I was wearing a really tight white top that stretched over my chest, and a tight satiny skirt with a slit up the side. I was wearing heels, like always, and had my nails painted and the whole nine yards. I was looking pretty cute if I do say so myself. So I get to the metal detector and put my little carry-on bag on the machine. I go through and of course it goes off. This always happens to me. When you're as big up top as I am, you have to wear bras with support—which means a metal wire. The guard motioned me over to secondary where there was another guard to check me with the wand. This guard looked at me carefully. She was Hispanic—Puerto Rican maybe, or Dominican. She was a little taller than me, with black curly hair falling over her shoulders. She was pretty, with full lips painted dark red, and a little mole like Cindy Crawford. But she also looked pretty tough. Hard, you might say. She was wearing a uniform, and it fit her differently than the other guards. It was tight up top and showed off her high breasts and muscular arms. The name on the uniform read Elena. "This girl must really work out", I thought. She had light-brown skin, and her muscles were really toned. Her uniform pants fit really tight, showing off her long legs and tight ass. Her breasts weren't big, but her backside was—J. Lo style all the way! I tried to smile at her. "I always set that thing off with my bra", I said, looking for some sister-style sympathy. She just stared at me. "Raise your arms, please." She moved the wand over me, staring at me up and down. My nipples immediately got hard. Besides being huge, my breasts are incredibly sensitive, and they get aroused at the slightest thing. She brushed the wand over me, more than once. Sure enough, it beeped around my underwire bra. "I'm sorry," she said, "but now we have to check and make sure you don't have something in there." With that, she felt me up—the bra first, and then she moved her fingers up to my tits, looking straight into my eyes as she did. I gasped with shock, and felt my pussy juice up instantly at her touch. She wasn't too obvious—there were lots of people around, after all, but she definitely got a good long feel in. Then she took the wand and ran it over me again, top to bottom. She turned me around and made me spread my legs as she scanned it over my ass. It beeped again. "What? Oh shit!" I thought. I forgot. I've got Ben-Wa balls in my pussy. They're these asian metal balls—two of them, that I have to keep in my pussy pretty much all the time. The kind I have are linked together with a string, and they move around and vibrate a lot in my pussy—keeping me wet and aroused pretty much all the time. I have to do it because my man tells me to. Earl is sexually very dominant, and controls me to an extent that I never thought possible. I'm a feminist, in most things. I believe that women are as smart and capable as men, and I believe we should be treated equally at work and paid the same and have the same advantages men have. Except that in my personal, sexual life, I'm attracted to strong, powerful, virile men who put me in my place. Earl has me on my knees. He's got a huge cock and he knows how to use it to control me. He makes me wear slutty clothes all the time and display myself for him in public. And when he wants me, he just takes me—no warning, no foreplay, just him. That's why I use the balls. They keep me wet all the time so that when he wants me, I'm ready and it doesn't hurt as much. Plus that it feels great—I'm always on the edge of coming, and sometimes I do come without anyone noticing. Pretty sick, huh? Well, that's me. That's my life. You do what you want with yours. Anyway, here I am at the airport, with this hot Puerto Rican bitch feeling my tits and being mean to me, and the wand is beeping when she puts it over my pussy. I turned bright red and started sweating, I was so nervous. She straightened up and looked at me. "What the fuck is that?" "Please," I said. "I can explain. I'm so embarrassed. Please believe me—I totally forgot." I leaned closer to her and whispered "I have these metal balls—inside me." "Inside where?" she said, really loud. "Shhh!" I begged her. "Inside my, you know, inside my pussy." She stared at me, and then laughed in my face. What a bitch. "Well," she said, still talking in her normal loud New York voice, "If you've got some metal stuck up in your pussy, I'm gonna have to check it out. All I know, you could have a bomb up in there. C'mon, hot stuff, you're coming with me." She strutted over to the first table and told her co-worker, a black woman named Regina, that she was taking me to secondary to do a full search. Instead of boring old comfortable shoes, this Puerto Rican minx was wearing a pair of black leather boots—high heels, pointed toes, and fine leather that went high up over her strong calves. I felt weak and a little sick. She spoke to Regina at the x-ray table, and then they both looked into my bag. She looked back at me with a devilish grin, and dumped my carry-on bag onto the table. Out fell my keys, makeup, wallet, phone, and this big heavy flesh-colored vibrator. My vibrator. She grabbed it in one hand, like a club, stuffed the rest of my stuff back in, and stalked back to me. She clenched my arm, hard, in her strong fingers, and started pushing me down this hallway. "All right Big Tits," she said. "What the fuck is this? You really think I'm going to let you get on the plane with this shit? You could kill someone with this thing." I felt like crying. Wouldn't you? You're standing in front of all these people who are mad because you're holding up the line. You've got Ben Wa balls in your wet pussy, everyone is staring at your big tits like you're a slut, like a piece of meat, and you're being treated like a criminal. Worst of all, I was afraid she was right. You really could hurt someone with a dildo as big as the one I've got. I had it custom-made to copy Earl's big, thick dick. They made it pretty much exact, as far as size and shape. Over ten inches long, bigger around than a can of Coors, slightly curved, and colored pink, just like his skin. And it vibrates, when you turn it on. This chick was walking too fast for me, pushing me in front of her. My tits jiggling all around, me stumbling on my heels, my pussy getting stimulated by the vibration of the balls. Next thing I know, I'm in this little concrete room—not much bigger than a storage closet—with nothing but a few chairs, some junk in boxes, and a crude sign with the name of the security company on it. It smelled of cigarette smoke and stale pizza. Elena sat down in the chair, and stared at me top to bottom. "Just stand there for a minute," she said. "Stand there and let me look at you." She held my fake cock lightly in her hands, tapping it against her chin, thinking. I stood in front of her, my legs wide apart. Why did I stand with my legs apart? Habit, that's why. My man always did this to me. He'd sit there and check me out, and make me do things for him. If I ever sat or stood in front of him with my legs together, he'd be on my ass like you wouldn't believe. I mean that literally. He'd have me bent over with my ass in the air, and his big hand cracking my butt cheeks like I was a drum. How I screamed! "All right Titsy," Elena said. "You seem like a nice girl. Why don't you show me this metal stuff you've got in your pussy. Maybe that will help me start to believe I shouldn't call to the FBI." She saw my surprise, and continued, "What, you don't know the rules? Trying to bring this thing on an airplane is a federal crime now. FBI automatically gets called on something like this. But maybe we'll just keep it between us girls, huh?" I didn't know what to say. I just sort of nodded. The room was stuffy and made me feel claustrophobic. I felt like crying. "Please, don't keep me in this little room," I said. "I feel trapped in here." "Come closer," she ordered. I came. She sat with her legs apart on the edge of her chair, looking up at me. Her lips were so full, so sexy. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to be nice to me. I stared into her eyes, hoping she would let me kiss her. "Smack!" she slapped me across the face, hard. Tears immediately came to my eyes and I could feel my face turning red. "Bitch, don't look me in the face," she said. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Remember where you are, slut. You think this is some titty-bar or something? Think you can just push those big fat tits in my face and I'll forget about doing my job? Don't you ever look at me unless I tell you to. Keep your eyes down, bitch." My face burning, I looked down at the toes of her fine leather boots. "First thing you do, Titsy, let's have whatever it is you've got shoved up that hot pussy of yours, huh? In fact, how 'bout you drop that skirt and peel out of that top and let's see what you've been trying to show off all day." I did. I dropped my skirt and stepped out of it. I pulled my skimpy top off and kept my hands in back of my head, elbows out, displaying my body for her in bra and panties. I was scared to look at her again. She stood up and walked around me. My nipples were hard, standing out like bullets. She stood behind me and breathed into my ear, making goosebumps stand up all over me. From behind she put her hand between my legs and felt my wetness. She had my big cock-vibrator in her other hand, and it brushed against my shoulder blades. I felt her turn it on, heard the low hum of it vibrating. She came around me and played it around my nipples. Then, suddenly, she grabbed the thin triangle of my g-string and tore it off me with one rip. I cried out, shocked again. She slapped me again, hard. Her strong fingers pinched my nipple through my lacy bra. "Bitch, quit stalling and squat!" she said. "I told you to let me see what you've got shoved in your sloppy cunt, didn't I?" I squatted down in front of her, eyes down again towards her boots, and popped out my Ben-Wa balls. They were slick with my pussy juices and hot from being in my cunt. "Put them on the table," she said. "Stand up. Put your hands behind your head." She popped my bra off and let my big boobs swing out. There was a mirror on the wall behind her and I could see myself, red-faced, huge-titted, standing in my high heels, sticking my ass and my chest out like a dumb cow. I screamed again as she thrust her fingers inside my pussy. I was so wet, but it still hurt me a little at how rough she was. She felt all the way around inside me, and then started to stimulate me with her fingers. She found my g-spot and pressed it, rubbing my clit at the same time. I started to moan, and suddenly she stopped and pushed her fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices. "Get your ass over here!" she said angrily, pushing me to the edge of the table. On it, besides my Ben-Wa balls, were laid out the contents of my carry-on bag. Along with my keys, wallet, phone, and makeup, were a collection of photographs. Photos of me, servicing my man. God, could it get any worse? "Don't you know that porno is illegal in Texas?" she said. "And it's also illegal to distribute this stuff without a license. And I know you don't have a license." I thought she was lying, but I was too embarrassed to argue. "Look at you, slut. Swallowing all that meat like it was your last meal on earth. Rubbing those big fat tits over anything that moves. How'd you ever become such a slut, anyway?" I didn't know what to say. Earl made me carry the pictures around, because he knew they turned me on. He'd call me up and have me look at them while I fingered myself. He knew that it made me more horny, and that's how he controlled me—kept me less able to think for myself when all I could think of was his cock. The pictures showed me on my knees, licking the head of his huge prick. They showed me with both of my little hands on his shaft, pumping him as best I could even though my fingers didn't reach all the way around. They showed me deep-throating him, with my neck swollen out like a snake's. Elena stared at them carefully—the ones of me tit-fucking him. He was so big that even my huge tits didn't contain him completely, and the head of his tool would push into my mouth on the upstroke. There were more—lots more. Me on my hands and knees, taking it from behind, my tits swinging wildly. Me on top of him, my face contorted in pain as he impaled me on his big pole. Him coming on my face, sperm spilling onto my neck and chest. And finally, me with another woman, her legs wrapped around my neck, my face hidden in the valley of her cunt. "What kind of a -slut are you, anyway?" she said, falling on my breasts with her lips, teeth, and fingers. She licked me and sucked me and bit my sensitive tit-flesh with her teeth. Her strong brown fingers mauled me and hefted my breasts like she was weighing meat or melons in the supermarket. I cried out and moaned and begged her to stop, but she didn't stop. I tried to push her off but she was much too strong. She slapped me again, slapped my face, my tits, and my bottom. She pushed me down, my legs collapsing under me, and pushed her strong up against my naked body. Elena lifted her boot so that the toe of it pressed against my pussy, my clitoris. I hugged her , and started humping her with my cunt. I felt so nasty, so helpless and degraded. I was crying and my pussy was leaking down my thighs. She smiled cruelly, and rotated her into my cunt. God, it felt so good. I looked up at her to see if I was pleasing her, forgetting, and then I remembered and felt so scared that she'd slap me again. But she didn't—she looked down at me and smiled, petted my cheek, and let me continue grinding my pussy against her boot. If you're not a submissive you won't understand—but I can tell you that I felt so happy and in love with her—simply for not hitting me—that I would have done anything for her. That's how sick this thing can be. And with my cunt on fire, her boots felt heavenly. I wanted to come so bad I would have fucked a telephone pole. She pushed her toe up against me and smirked as I moaned and jerked my hips around. She still had the vibrator-cock in her hand, and she held it right in front of her crotch as if it was her own dick. She turned it on low and grabbed me by the back of the head, forcing it between my lips. I could suck it good, of course. It was mine, and I'd been taking it for years. But it was still so big--every time I had to swallow it I couldn't believe it. Elena teased me with it. She pushed it in deep and then pulled it out so that when I lunged forward with my lips I missed. She slapped my face with it and then let it dangle around my mouth and face, smearing me with my own saliva. Then she pushed it in deep, watching me open my throat up wide and take almost all of the big vibrating cock. Just then the door opened and Regina, the black woman guard, walked in. She strolled in as if the sight before her—naked, huge-titted white girl on the ground, humping the boot of her sexy dominant Puerto Rican co-worker, who was pushing a huge vibrating dildo down her cocksucking throat--was the most normal thing in the world. She walked over to the table and picked up my pictures. "I guess you're not coming back for a while, huh?" she said to Elena. "Guess not," said my sexy tormentor. Regina took a couple of my pictures and put them in her pocket. "Damn, these are pretty hot," she said. "Is this your man, this big-dicked whiteboy?" All I could do was nod, my mouth still full of fake cock. "Damn," she said. "Next time you bring him with you, hear? I'll do the strip-search on his ass." The two of them laughed and Regina strolled out. As she reached the door she called back. "I'm a tell Horace you're in here, okay?" I didn't have time to think about what she said. I could feel my orgasm coming on, and I wanted it so bad. Suddenly, though, she pulled the vibrator out of my mouth, jerked her away from my cunt, and yanked me to my . "Alright Big Tits," she said. "That's enough for now. Let's remember who's in trouble here, huh? Let me ask you a question. What do you think you're here for anyway?" I felt like crying when she took her away. I needed to come so bad I was going insane. A million answers came to mind, but I knew the right one. "To please you. To do anything you tell me to." "Damn right," she said. "You're not as dumb as you look. Show me how well you know how to please me, little slut." I could feel my orgasm coming on, and I wanted it so bad. Suddenly, though, she pulled the vibrator out of my mouth, jerked her away from my cunt, and yanked me to my . “Alright Big Tits,” she said. “That’s enough for now. Let’s remember who’s in trouble here, huh? Let me ask you a question. What do you think you’re here for anyway?” I felt like crying when she took her away. I needed to come so bad I was going insane. A million answers came to mind, but I knew the right one. “To please you. To do anything you tell me to.” “Damn right,” she said. “You’re not as dumb as you look. Show me how well you know how to please me, little slut.” ++++ I approached her slowly, and moved my hands to her breasts. I unbuttoned her uniform shirt slowly, and kissed my way from her neck down between her tits to her belly button. I pulled her shirt out of her pants, and slid it off her shoulders, as sexily as I could. I wanted to please her so bad! I was so afraid she’d get angry at me again and push me away, but she didn’t. She let me kiss her on the lips—so soft! and responded to me as I kissed her neck and shoulders. Her curly hair smelled so good. She had a tattoo of a naked woman on one shoulder blade, and a name (Ramon) written in cursive on the top of one breast. I slipped off her bra and kissed her brown breasts. They were much smaller than mine, but still nice handfuls, perfectly shaped with long dark-brown nipples. I took them in my mouth, rolling them between my teeth and tongue. “MMMM 3;” she moaned. I bit into her, lightly, and she groaned even more. I undid her black leather belt and unzipped her tight pants, sliding my small hand down to her pussy. She was soaking wet to the touch. I pulled out my fingers and licked them, loving her spicy, dark taste. Kneeling down behind her, I peeled her pants over her generous hips. Goddamn, this chick had an ass on her! Her pants barely fit over her big round rump, but I pulled and tugged until I could slide them down. She stepped out of them, still wearing her black leather high-heeled boots, now slick with my pussy juice. I gripped her ass cheeks with my hands, envious of how they protruded straight out. Her little g-string completely disappeared between the valley of her big shapely butt, and I had to really stretch it out to slide it off. I could smell her wetness and I pushed my face forward from behind and penetrated her with my tongue. She moaned and pushed back into me. She parted her legs wider so I could get in deeper. I tongued her with everything I had, all over and inside her juicy-wet cunt. I wanted to touch myself at the same time, but I was afraid she’d be angry. Suddenly she stopped me and pushed me away. She sat down in the chair. I was on my knees still. She took off her bra. Now naked except for her cruel-looking boots and jewelry. I arched my back and offered her my big cow-like tits, and she accepted them, pinching me so hard that I cried out. She alternated being rough and tender, and then pulled me close to her. She leaned back in the chair, wrapped her long brown thighs around my neck, staring me in the eyes. She put her big fake cock—wait, that’s my cock!—in my hand, gave me a look that I couldn’t mistake, and squeezed her strong legs around my neck, practically drowning me in her cunt. Elena started to really moan when I ate her out. She had a big, prominent clit, and I licked and sucked it like I was giving a guy a blow-job. I tongued up and down her spread pussy lips, swallowing reams of girl-syrup. Even though it made me ache with jealousy and anger, I fired up the vibrator and began fucking her with it. I did it slowly and carefully at first and then when she opened up to it, I started really fucking her good. I couldn’t believe how much pussy juice she was putting out. It was all over my face and dripping down my chin. She had me with a death-grip on my hair, bucking her hips like she was getting shocked by a cattle prod. I was giving her almost all ten inches of the thick vibrator, and she was taking it like a pro. I started to wonder how big that Ramon guy must be, but before I could think about it much, she started screeching and crying out like a madwoman, alternating between English and Spanish. “Aiiyiayeee! Aiiiiiy! Si si si si, ay si you little fucking putita! My hot little big-titted puta! Ay si, si te gusta, no? Te gusta comerme asi, no? Que rico! Que rico tu eres! Eat my pussy, ho’. Lick it out good. Chupame como si fuera un helado. (Suck me like it was ice cream). Aiiiy si, you doing so good, Tetas. I love your big tits and your fine body, bitch. You’re my little bitch now, huh?” I hit the switch to High and slammed it all the way home, twisting it up into her with each long stroke. Elena went insane. I thought she’d break my nose between her thighs with the force of her come. “Aiiiiieieyahayyeauhhhgh! Aughgheigheiyuya! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Fuck meeee! Siiiiii!” After what seemed like forever she stopped bucking and grinding. She shoved me aside with her , and flipped the vibrator switch off, holding it still inside her cunt until it stopped convulsing. “Alright, girl,” she said to me, finally. “You did me right.” She smiled at me for the first time and I could see how satisfied and relaxed she’d suddenly become. “Maybe I’ll be nice to you after all. I can see you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Yes. I wanted her to think of me as a good girl. I nodded my head like a puppy and rubbed it against her knee. I was so happy that I’d pleased her. She petted my hair carelessly and lit a cigarette. “Go get me an ashtray,” she said. I jumped right up and over to the table to grab it. Big mistake. “I don’t recall telling you to stand up,” Elena said. “Did you hear me tell you to stand up, bitch?” I froze. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The next thing I knew she was on me, gripping my hair and the back of my neck with her strong hands. She shoved me, bending me over at the waist so that my breasts smashed into the table and swelled out on the sides like big pillows. My legs were still on the ground, barely, spread wide-legged, with my ass tilted up in the air. Her strong, sweating body pressed against me from behind, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples. I heard a whistling sound in the air and then Smack! Crack! She whipped my voluptuous ass with her black leather belt. I screamed. She cracked me again, hard. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. I begged her to stop, tears running freely from my eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t whip me. Please stop, stop, please 3;” I begged her for mercy, my ass on fire. She turned me around and made me put my hands behind my head again. She pinched my nipples so hard that I thought my legs would give out and then whipped my heavy sensitive jugs—not as hard as she hit my ass, but still pretty hard. I was babbling incoherently, begging her to stop. “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be a good girl,” I sobbed. “I won’t do it again, I promise. I’ll do exactly what you say and be a good little whore for you, I promise, please 3;” My ruthless tormentor turned me around again, back down onto the table with my ass up and my pussy exposed. Then I felt the hard humming buzz of the vibrator in her hand. Without letting me get ready, she slammed it into my tender pussy. It took my breath away. Any woman who’s ever had a really massive cock will tell you that you never really get used to it. It’s a shock, every time you get spread open and violated, and this time was even worse than usual. Elena slammed it into my core, making me scream. She pulled it all the way out and let the tip of it buzz on my exposed clitoris. Then she fucked me with it again, long strokes, to the very depths of my cunt-core. It hurt like nobody’s business, but I needed it so bad. I was ready to come within minutes, and I pumped my plush hips back against her and that big delicious cock-vibrator. I lost control. “Yeah that’s it. Fuck me with that big cock. You big stud! Fuck me with your big horse-cock. So deep in my tight hot cunt. I need it so bad, please don’t stop, please let me come, I’m going to come, please fuck me 3;augh my God! Fuck!” Elena hammered me with it and forced me onto the table all the way. She climbed on top of me like an animal and mauled my tits again from behind. She bit me on the back of the neck and fucked me mercilessly with the big vibrator. My face was pressed into the table, right on top of my sex-pictures that she’d humiliated me with. She whispered in my ear “All right you little big-titted slut. You want to come now? You want me to let you come now?” “Please. Please. Please let me come. I’ll do anything for you,” I cried. “Yes,” she said. She forced her belt between my teeth, like a bridle on a horse, to muffle my screams, and then really let me have it, High power. Even through the belt-gag, my screams could have woken the dead. “AIIIAIGAHGHAHESSSS! Giiiagyahh! UHGHGHgggghhhhh! Yesssssss!” I screamed for so long my throat ached. I came over and over again, each one lifting me higher into ecstasy. Finally, I collapsed, completely spent, and Elena eased the vibrator out of my cunt and let me drop the belt from my teeth. She pushed the vibrator in my mouth and I sucked it clean. Then, finally, I turned my head and realized, that while I was screaming my way to orgam, the door had opened, and that now, standing a few away from me was a tall, heavily muscled, young man wearing a uniform—not security, some sort of baggage handler or ground-crew worker—and a look of disbelief. He had smooth brown skin, a baseball cap on his bald-shaved head, he couldn’t have been older than 24, and his mouth was wide open, staring at us. |