The customs queue moves slowly like all such official inspections until you are in front of the desk and the routine questions come one after another, but you can tell from the expression of the security officer something isn’t quite right. Sure enough he calls someone of the phone and you and your bags are separated from the line and escorted to a plain looking conference room where you are instructed to sit. Taking a chair you wonder what is going to happen, but the officers are quiet, yet you sense in spite of the lack of words that you are clearly being detained. After an endless wait of about ten minutes a tall, blond woman comes in and judging from the reaction of the other officers, is it clear she is very senior in rank to the other police officers. She sits opposite of you, looks in a file and after a few moments, looks up and you and begins.

“Your name shows up as a match on our watch lists. Have you ever been associated with any known criminal or terrorist groups or perhaps a charity working primarily in Islamic counties? Or have you traveled to any middle-eastern nation in the last ten years?”

“No, to both questions. This is my first trip to the United States and I have never traveled outside of Europe.”

"Well I don’t know why you are showing up. It may be as simple as a clerical error, but the only quick resolution is to finger print you and then for a hour or two you will have to be detained. You will be released just as soon as your identity is confirmed. Chuck,” she said to one of the male officers. “Please fingerprint her and take her to restraint three. Call me when you arrive and I’ll come right down.”

20 minutes later you are standing outside a room with a small sign reading Restraint III. The female officer who interviewed you arrived and escorts you by yourself into the room. You look around at the 10 by 10 foot room with a couple of plain chairs on either side of a low table sort of like a coffee table and a non-enclosed metal sink and toilet. There are bars covering the single window and one long bar across the ceiling with two heavily padded wrist restraints. Before you can begin to worry more about you surroundings the woman begins to speak.

“This will be your home until your prints come back. I need you to strip off everything for your initial search."

“Everything?”

“Yes, completely nude sweety. It wouldn’t do at all for you to have something on you that you shouldn’t, so I will haven to look you over and check your clothes before you can redress.” She smiled reassuringly.

You look about the room. No place of privacy. Nothing else to do but take it all off so you turn away from her and remove your blouse and pants. Sitting down you take off you shoes and socks, the titled floor seeming unnaturally cold to your bare feet the chill seeming to run through your whole body your nipples hardening instantly. You reach back and unhook the bra allowing your full breasts to fall free and they stand proudly outward proclaiming your sex. Eager to get it over with you ditch your panties and the woman motions you over under the bar.

“Just raise your arms so they can be restrained while I search you.”

“Do I have to be tied up?”

“Yes. It is policy to never be alone searching someone unless they are restrained or double guarded. It protects us both. If you don’t want to be restrained I can call in two other officers to witness, but I am the only woman on right now and it would be two male officers watch as I do a full body search including your body cavities.

You raise you arms and allow her to firmly attach them to the cuffs, your arms now above your head as if you are a robbery victim being held up. She steps close to your face and her hands run up the back of you neck gently, even sensually running through your hair, massaging your scalp exploring every inch they pass over missing nothing and yet waves of sheer sensual pleasure run unexpectedly through you. Finishing your hairline she explore your ears, her fingers as soft as a tongue as you struggle to avoid the sighs of pleasure that threaten to escape your lips. Like an eager tongue the fingers find entrance to your mouth where you eagerly suck them as she finger fucks your mouth in an erotic imitation of a blowjob. Then she checks the rest of your face and neck with her wet fingers, before sliding lower over your shoulders and running the length of your up stretched arms, before probing gently past you under arms and immediately down over your heaving breasts, the pink nipples straining by this point for attention.

She instinctively knows what a woman’s breasts most need and she cups you breasts, her finger and hands bringing you more pleasure than any man has ever given you causing a flood of wetness between your legs. She is rougher than any man has ever been without causing you your any real pain as she pinches and pulls your sweet little tips twisting and tugs as you writhe helplessly with real passion fired by her insistent lust for you. Her hands check your belly and then she moves behind you examining your back and buttocks, before moving down your legs. Reaching the heal she moves to the front and lifts each foot teasing it with your tongue and sucking the toes before her hands move back up your legs toward the seething volcano your pussy has become. “Spread your legs!” She commands and you willing separate them as far as possible while standing and you feel her fingers spreading your inner labia open as she examines you with an almost clinical detachment and then four fingers ram inside of you like a huge cock fucking and probing amid the huge amount of aroused wetness you have produced. You scream, but the hand doesn’t stop. It feels as if her whole arm is inside if you as it fucks you mercilessly, in and out, probing your G-spot as even more wetness drips from you, your body responding like a champion to this violation and taking pleasure from it, while your mind confused and unsure struggles to catch up.

She takes you to the edge of climax over and over but never quite lets you cum. Then the fingers withdraw and covered in your own juices they begin probing your anal opening thankfully only two enter you and once more you are fucked close to climax but not allowed to find release. Your body has built the most massive supply of pent up sexual tension awaiting release you have ever experienced and you moan is disappointment when her fingers exit your pussy. She stand in front of you looking over you naked and suffering body, now covered is sweat, your breath coming in ragged gulps and smelling of your extreme sexual arousal. She kisses you open-mouthed and full of passion, her lips crushing yours as her tongue penetrates your mouth and then her lips slide down to you nipples where you whimper and pant as she extracts ever more pleasure working them for 15 minutes sucking and licking as you aroused body begins pouring so much liquid arousal out of your sex that is now dripping down your legs and off your labia to the floor. The need for release is desperate and it seems forever before she at last moves to your aching womanhood. Once more she pulls you labia open exposing your dripping opening and the super excited and erect pink bud of pleasure. She just looks at you more minutes and just when you don’t think you can stand it any longer, her tongue flicks just once over the tip of your organ and you explode into the more powerful orgasm of you life aware of nothing other than the waves of pleasure and your moans.

Opening you eyes, you are aware of how wet you are between your legs, but everything else seems wrong. The room, the woman, the reality of where you have been, have all vanished and you are still cuddled under your jacket on the plane. It has all been a dream. Well almost all, you are so wet that your pants have soaked through to the seat leaving a small damp spot. You grab you carry on bag to get out some new clothes and head to the lavatory to change the wet and clinging pants, thankful you packed another outfit in your carry on luggage. Once inside you sit down your fingers quickly bringing relief to your swollen clitoris. Just as you finish changing and exit the lavatory the lights come on and the pilot announces you are approaching New York. Stowing the carry on once more you take one of the unoccupied seats letting your jacket cover the seat with the wet spot of female arousal.

It has all been a fantasy borne of transatlantic sexual expectations. So maybe you won’t be taken by a female police officer. You will certainly be sexually taken, and you smile at the thought because Thomas will be waiting for you and you are already wet, willing, indeed you are eager for him.

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Our summer home was located on a small bluff it three stories, clad in shore weathered cedar and rising well above the neighboring homes it was the perfect short home except for the fact that it was not ocean front. On the roof of the third level was this sundeck, enclosed by short walls forming a small private oasis not visible by anyone not flying directly overhead. Almost from the time I could remember Mom and occasionally Dad would sun nude there and as I moved toward my teens I began to lay naked and tan, but only recently had I begun to enjoy lying there for long periods of time. We were a close family and nudity was common and accepted by us all. I had even seen Dad erect one morning, his organ seemed huge that first time I’d glimpsed it and yet fascinatingly intriguing; I wanted to touch and explore it, although of course I didn’t say anything.Â

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Mom had taken my younger brother and sister to the zoo, but at my age that was no longer an appealing activity and I asked if I could stay home with Dad, who as a writer was going to be home working on the computer. So now I found myself naked in the noonday sun, sweat beading all over my forehead and trickling down the small of my back and covering my buttocks overflowing my crack and sliding over my naked vulva joining something else pouring out of me that was coming from one of mom’s books I’d borrowed. I hadn’t read far when I came to a sex scene and from then on I skimmed to find others of which there were plenty and I fidgeted an odd aching wetness, more than my usual little girl arousals possessing me as I lifted my chest slightly and drug my ultra- sensitive nipples against the smooth, sweat soaked wood, a small moan of pleasure escaping my lips. The stimulation lead to a new gush of wetness and I began unconsciously humping – my body trying hard to find some relief for the torrid feelings that ripped through me leaving me needy and desperate. I was getting ready to touch myself when I heard footsteps coming towards me and I managed to stop my sexual writhing. Trying to lie still and pretend I was relaxed was hard to do given my hyper aroused state, but I tried as Dad came up saying, “Hey Kiddo, brought you something to drink.”

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“Thanks Dad” He set the drink down in front of me and I glanced up at it and was surprised to see a huge glass of frozen white, a pina colada and I raised up on my elbows and grabbed like a starved beggar, hoping to extinguish to fire to consumed my body. I took a couple of huge gulps and realized that unlike the drinks I usually had Dad had not made this one a virgin but it was spiked with rum – a heady thing for a young teenager to be trusted with, but Dad sometimes let me sample drinks while Mom never wanted me to so he never did it when she was around.

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Dad sat beside me and reached for a large bottle of baby oil laying beside me, considered it for a minute and then pulled off his shirt and shorts then, as naked at I, he poured an enormous handful which he spread over my sweat soaked back and shoulders and began massaging them nearly making me purr with pleasure while at the same time restarting the flow of my pussy juices.

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His hands circled the top of my arms and slowly traveled the length of my back, but instead of relaxing me I was becoming more and more tense wondering if he would rub just a little lower. In the past back rubs had often included a brief visit to the buttocks but it had never been sexual before, but I’d never been so totally turned on before either and I sat in tense expectation as he moved to my lower back. Whether I was fearful he would or fearful he wouldn’t I couldn’t say.  His hands rubbed my lower back and he stopped, removing his hands from my flesh and I almost cried out in disappointed frustration, but he was just grabbing the oil bottle and soon another cascade of oil was splashing all over my butt quickly followed by his hands that rubbed the smooth contours of my backside and then his right hand reached into my dark crack and slid down to my tiny anal opening, now soaked with oil and began gentle yet firm circles forcing the opening to yield slightly his finger tips probing at my small opening.

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I never known such pleasures could come from my asshole and the first time he probed I involuntarily moved my hips upward and in so doing moved his hand into direct contact with my soaking wet female parts. ”Oh, my poor little girl so worked up and no relief.” He sympathized. His hand however wasn’t rushing to leave my sex.  He was, in fact, moving his fingers very gentle rubbing right where he’d ended up in my vaginal vestibule and he gentle took each of my inner labia between his fingers tracing the length, tugging and pulling until her circled my hardened clit and as his fingers touched me I screamed and pleasure dissolving into a massive wave of pleasure that forced my body to respond.

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As I came back to earth I noticed his fingers had backed off and were playing with my anal opening once more and I groaned in delight raising my ass up for his exploration, wanting my day to teach me more, to use me more, to keep on pleasuring me and pleasure he did. Before too long he introduced a finger in my ass and then two as I lay totally as his mercy begging him for more humping the fingers, the first male items that had ever entered my body. I thought I would go crazy with arousal when another finger probed my virgin pussy barely able to get past the tiny opening in my hymen. I was going mad just laying their being pleasured – I need something, anything to do so I turned away his fingers exiting my orifice and reached for my Dad’s cock. It was huge and hard the pink head turning purple with his arousal.

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I trembled slightly as I reached for it amazed at how hard he was and how thick. I had no reference point then, but I would learn later that my dad’s cock wasn’t all that long probably about 6 inches, but it remains the thickest I have seen to this day – so large my hands could hardly enclose it as I lower my lips to kiss and lick his sensitive head. I can’t explain the massive wave of arousal that washed over me when I head my Dad moan his pleasure. I wanted him inside me. I looked up at him Please, Take me, do me Dad. I want you so bad!”

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“Sorry Baby, but…I’m not sure I should fuck you, after all you’re my own daughter – I mean we could have real trouble and you could get pregnant you know. If you we experienced there are ways around that or if I had a condom, but with mom fixed we don’t use any.”

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“I’ve got to have you. Why do I need experienced to have ways around it?”

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“Well, sweet heart you see you anus is very pleasureful for you and for a man to place his organ inside of and you can’t get pregnant from sperm up your ass, but it usually takes some time for a woman to get relaxed with being taken that way.”

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“Dad, I don’t care. Fuck my ass!” I grabbed the oil and began oiling his hot, hard meat and I could tell his resolve was weakening as he was feeling my hands pleasure him. At last he laid me on my back and pulled my legs up and pushed them back until I was almost doubled and placing his organ at my entrance I felt him push forward into me. I was so very wet and ready that his organ sliding effortlessly into me stopping only when his balls slapped my ass. I clenched suddenly about him as an orgasm swept through me, the waves of warmth and joy cascading outward though out my being. He let my legs back down as I was climaxing and began fucking my asshole in the missionary position. I didn’t hurt but it was so tight that I felt myself building toward another climax almost at once.

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I was only dimly aware of my Dad’s sighs and cries of pleasure as he took his little girl up the ass and let me tell you he took me but good. The gentle pressure of his pelvis against my clit, his cock completely dominating my anus, and the knowledge that we were doing something completely forbidden drove me to new heights of pleasure and I came twice more before he at last began contracting inside of me, thrusting until at last his spent organ exited my completely reamed out passage. He collapsed beside me fondling my nipples and I eventually sat up and kisses his wet cock’s head and cupped his heavy balls. Then I looked up at him and said – “You’d better get some condoms!”

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No, this didn’t happen when I was a teenager – it had to wait until my 20’s when I met the author whose willingness to role-play brought it to life for me in a most wonderful way on paper and in person.  Â

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