Security Officer (invitation only)

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Security Officer


Henry Donaldson
Security officer at an airport
6'2", broad shoulders, short black hair, grey eyes.

Henry had waited for this day for weeks, but especially eager for the last two days. Those two days ago, he had his little machine finally completed. Now he could manipulate the security devices at the airport he was working on. He had just to put a button, and the alarm would go of. And this not only worked for the large metal detector, but for the smaller one also.

Henry smiled evilly. He could postpone a passenger being late with this tool if he was in the mood, but he had build it with another thing on his mind: Women had to remove everything made of metal ... but if the machine continued to beep, they would have to remove a piece of clothing or two to pass. And if they were good looking...

Henry smiled again. Today his boss was finally ill, and he had to work alone. It had taken him enough pills to get his boss in this condition, faithfully added to his coffee at every break, but finally it had worked out as he had planned. Now he could go for it, while his boss was presumly sitting on the toilet the next days.

It was early morning now and only very few passengers were around on this backwater airport. Henry scanned them, wondering whom he could try his manipulation on for the first time...
 
Cathy Johnson.
Insecure traveller.
5'4", blonde hair shoulder length, smallish tits,
dark brown eyes, her pride her ass.


Cathy was travelling for the first time on her own. She had just been checking in,
and was on her way to the gateway.

She was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt, three buttons undone, and her white bra was slightly
vissable. Thight white skirt mid thigh,a white g-string, black four inch heels, and very little makeup.
She was pierced with a metal ring in her belly button, and a tiny one on her clit.

Cathy felt out of place and insecure, though the airport was almost empty.

She wondered what it would be like to get through security check....
 
Henry smiled an evil grin when he saw a cute girl coming his way, and an all alone one at that. He instantly liked her blue sleeveless shirt, but especially her undone buttons which allowed him a glimpse at her white bra. Best of all, she had some nice-sized tits, as they should be on a girl.

He smiled in anticipation, watching her brushing back her blonde hair, radiating insecurity with every move. Her first time on this airport, Henry guessed, if not on any airport. Well, it would be her first time being nude on an airport if all went well. Taking a quick view of the hall, he saw no one else going in his direction. Then he activated his device.

"Good Morning Miss." Henry used his whole charm when the young woman finally arrived at his gate. Lots of time for being rude later. "Put your back here please. Yes, thank you. Now please go through our metal detector..."

He secretly pushed the button.

BEEP.

"Oh, it seems you got some metal left on you. Please place everything here, will you? Then try again." Henry still wore his smile.

She had a nice ass, he noticed. Soon it would be his.
 
Cathy was confused, but exited as well.

This tall stranger, with the most incredible grey eyes, and that charming smile on his face,
and those big strong hands.

She was blushing down to her chest, eyes on the floor, her breath uneasy.

With trembling in her voice and barely above a whisper she asked, "Do you have a secluded
room where I will be able to remove them, please ?"

Cathy coulden't believe this was happening. She diden't expect this.
At least not this tall stranger with that look in his eyes, like he was amused.
 
"Do you have a secluded room where I will be able to remove them, please?" Cathy asked. Henry smiled. Ready for stage two, he thought, then pointed to a small cabin a few dozen yards away.

"If you please follow me?" Henry saw the frightened look in her eyes and heard the whispering voice. Oh yes, she should be an easy victim. He smiled like a cat before a pot of cream, waited for her to pass by him and then slowly turned toward the indicated direction himself. His eyes wandered again toward that beautiful assed that swung before him. All too soon they arrived at the cabin. It was dark inside, and Henry had to smile again before he switched on the light. Some things are better explored in light, like young girl's bodies.

"Your passport, please?" It ws always good to know the names of the victims. It gave him a bit of power.

"Oh, and please put everything metallic on the shelf over there."
 
"Your passport, please ?" It was always good to know the names of the victims.
It gave him a bit of power.

"Oh, and please put everything metallic on the shelf over there."


Cathy gave him her passport with trembling hands. She saw the name tag on his
chest and read - Security Officer, Henry Donaldson. Somehow that name suited
the tall handsome man.

Her mind was racing. Everything metallic ? How could she ?

Cathy had a secreet dream of being used. She was recently divorced, and she never
told her x-husband about that dream, she was too embarrassed.

Her g-string was soaked by now.

With shaking slender hands, and red manicured finger nails, she reached for the fourth
button of her shirt, but saw the look in Henry's eyes.
"Are you going to stand there watching ?" she asked.
 
"Are you going to stand there watching ?" Cathy asked. Henry raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed I do, mam. It's security protocol, thanks for understanding," he invented, pretty sure that Cathy had no knowledge whatsoever that it was against all laws to have a bodily search conducted in a mixed-gender scenario. But what would be the fun playing by the rules? Besides, her shaking hands were all the comfirmation he needed. He already had that girl.

"And I'm sure, mam, that you won't put up any difficulties." Henry added, and let his right hand rest on his gun as if by coincidence. After a short moment to make sure she noticed the little hint he took her passport with the left hand and opened it, thanks to long practise, onehanded. Cathy. What a nice name, fitting for the blond cutie. Henry filed away her adress in his mind also. Maybe he would need to visit her at home if she was worth his efforts, maybe he could invent something with taxes or stuff. But first he had to see what that fourth button was hiding from him. And that ass, he absolutely had to feel that especially nice curve of hers.

"Now if you please continue removing everything metallic, please? Thanks for understanding."

It took all his efforts not to lick his lips in anticipation.
 
"Now if you please continue removing everything metallic, please ?
Thanks for understanding."

It took all his efforts not to lick his lips in anticipation.


Cathy saw his hand on the gun and had to swallow.
"Would he use it if he had to ? " - probably not.

The look in his eyes told her, that he was only playing games, but it was like
he could see right through her.

She slowly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and slid id off her shoulders.

Insecure, she reached with both hands behind her back, and unclapsed her bra.
She slid the straps off her shoulders, and her smallish breasts came to view.

They were round and full, with upturned pink nipples and almost no sagging.

Cathy saw the burning look in his eyes, and felt it on her body.

She put her arms behind her back to unzip her skirt, but suddenly felt his presence
standing close behind her.

Cathy could feel a slight tingle in her stomach and was short of breath, and she
suppressed a little laugh.

In a hoarse voice she asked, "What is your intention ?"
 
Henry watched in delight as Cathy let her shirt and her bra fall to the floor, revealing her flawless upper body. She had turned around in her modesty, but he could see a hint of her tits, just a tiny bit of a perfect pink nipple, enough to make him hard. Unconsciously he took a step toward her.

"What is your intention?" Cathy asked, and her voice was more secure suddenly, even hoarse.

Henry panicked for a moment, but then looked at her gorgeous backside, and then, once more, at her ass, hidden by just a bit of cloth. He couldn't resist. One more piece of clothing had to go, just one...

"Thank you for being cooperative," he said, concentrating on sounding business-like. Henry made a show of readying his little detector, then he "scanned" the shirt on the floor. No beep at all. He scanned it again for a show. Still, obviously, nothing.

"I'm sorry, your shirt and bra both have no metal on or in it." Before Cathy could get the notion of redressing, he pointed the devise at herself again. And hid the hidden button.

BEEP.
 
Cathy was relieved.

When Henry Scanned her clothes on the floor, and the device diden't go off
she thought she was safe.

Finally she was able to put her clothes back on and get to the flight.

Cathy reached for her bra on the floor, when she suddenly heard the sound
of the device.

BEEP.

"I'm sorry, your shirt and bra both have no metal on or in it," Henry said.

Cathy's eyes were filled with tears, and she was a little angry. "Okay, if you will just
turn your back, I'll remove the rest of my clothes."

She unzipped her skirt in a hurry, put her slender hands inside the waistband of her
soaked g-string, slid it to the floor and kicked it off.

She was standing there in the middle of the small cabin in only her black four inch heels.

The shiny ring was more than visible in her navel.

"At least I'm glad I shaved my legs and pussy today," she thought blushing.
 
Henry smiled when Cathy gave in to his demands. Of course he didn't turn around when she did strip down to her High Heels, it was simply too exciting to watch her peel off her clothes. Then he almost had to laugh when he detected the metal ring in her belly button, and a tiny one on her clit. The fraud with the false metal detector would have been unnecessary after all, he would have had to but tune on a very fine filter on the real one...

Henry let his eyes roam up and down the naked cutie and took his time doing it. She really looked marvellous, and Henry just couldn't let her her shaven goodies go without getting even more of the girl.

"The lower ring is metal too?", he asked, trying to sound professional. Henry put his left hand in a firm grip on her shoulder, holding Cathy in place, and before she'd be able to flee or do something similary rash he reached out as if to confirm this statement. Before she could react in any way but stare he had his eager hand on her shaven pussy, feeling up her most private region. She was smooth to his touch, and, parting her pussy lips, Henry felt the soaking wetness of Cathy's honey. He grinned in amusement at this revelation, rising an eyebrow in her direction. Still abusing her shocked surprise he took a little dip with his index finger and put it to his lips.

"Mmm" he said while he licked his finger clean. "You taste marvellous, Mylady!"
 
Cathy was blushing heavily.

The look in Henry's eyes was radiant and burning.

She felt the heat. Like hot waves washing over her body. She wasen't able to keep
her eyes on one spot.

"The lower ring is metal too?" Henry asked, a big amount of authority in his voice.

Cathy had almost forgotten about the ring on her clit.
She diden't think it was visible.

Henry took three steps towards her. She felt his left hand in a firm grib on
her right shoulder.

Cathy was paralyzed.

Suddenly Henry's right hand was on her pussy.

Her knees got weak and her eyelids were heavy.

When Henry parted the lips of her sex, and touched her clit featherlike,
Cathy had trouble standing.

Henry looked in her eyes, with a reassuring hint in his eyes, and with force in
his middle finger, entered the core of her sex.

"Mmm" he said, while he licked his finger clean. "You taste marvellous, Mylady!"

"Mylady?" "Did he have royal ancestors?" Cathy thought.
 
Cathy forgot the roalty issue, when she looked and saw the bulge in
front of Henry's pants.

She coulden't help it.

With her right slender hand she reached down and touched it.

It was big, and hard, and warm.

Cathy looked up in Henry's eyes. With passion in her eyes she whispered,
"Can I taste it?"
 
Cathy looked up in Henry's eyes. With passion in her eyes she whispered,
"Can I taste it?"

He breathed, looking down to see Cathy slowly touching his bulge. His body tensed up as his stomach twisted into a tight knot. A gasp and then a quiet moan was escaping his lips before he could bite it off. Why had this woman so much effect on his body? She was barely touching him! Henry fought for selfcontrol and barely gained it. Again he dipped into Sarah's treasure chest, then painted her hard nipples with her own female honey.

"Your tits are awesome," Henry muttered dreamily, playing a bit with them, caressing her soft yet firm orbs.

Wordlessly Henry started to open his own trousers with his free hand, beginning with the girdle, then unbottoning and unzipping the rest. His cock came slowly into view, standing at attention already.

"Yes, you may taste it, Mylady" Henry whispered.
 
Henry looked down on Cathy's face and saw the passion in her eyes.

"Yes, you may taste it, Mylady" Henry whispered.

Time stood still.

Cathy felt Henry's warm hand on her mound. He embraced her smooth sex,and
dipped his middle finger into her sopped wet opening, and with his slick finger
painted her hard pink nipples.

Cathy coulden't help laughing a little together with a hoarse moan. She closed her eyes
and wished that the moment would last forever.

She saw Henry began to open his trousers, starting with the girdle. Then
unbottoning and unzipping the rest. His cock slowly came into view, standing at
attention already.

With difficulty Cathy was on her knees. She placed both hands on Henry's hips,
she wanted him closer.

Cathy used her right hand to embrace the swollen shaft and felt the thick vein pulsating.
She opened her mouth and licked the tip of the head.

A salty fresh flavour

She had almost forgotten what it was like.

With her mouth in a shape of an O, She swalloved the member to the base.

"Am I doing it to Henry's satisfaction?" Cathy thought.
 
Henry watched Cathy's hesitation going down to her knees and wondered if it was reluctance. Another hesitation came when she licked his tip, and the third one after she'd swallowed his member completely. All three moments had been very brief, but Henry wasn't sure if he could tolerate what could easily be a lack of enthusiasm on behalf of the young girl.

"This won't do." he murmured, though it had felt impossible good to have her full lips all the way down his shaft. Henry pushed Cathy's head backward, gently but decidedly.

"Your hesitations are not to be tolerated, Mylady", Henry said in a louder voice. "Mylady, if I tell you what to do, you'll do it immediatly and with maximum engagement. You'll even foresee my commands and act on them before I give you the orders. You do understand that? I'll help you remember my points." Henry kept his voice free of emotions. This Lady certainly had skills, good skills indeed, but needed refinement to be of the perfect degree of his pleasure. That could be arranged of course to give him the satisfaction he earned.

Henry went over to a chair, pulling Cathy behind him, and sat down. With a few directing moves, like a dancer guiding his partner, he arranged Cathy on his knees. It felt good to have the naked beauty there, her skin was soft like velvet. She did shave her legs, he noticed approvingly. But it was not the time for praise, not yet. Instead his open hand landed on the young girls cute ass with a resounding smack.

"You will follow my commands immediatly." he stated.

Smack.

"You will follow my commands with maximum engagement."

Smack.

"You'll forsee my commands before I can say them and act accordingly."

Smack.

"And now you'll repeat this three orders."

He stopped smacking the cute ass for a moment, giving Cathy time to take in his commands. Her nice cheeks did already turn into a fresh red color, like a roses first morning bloom.
 
"This won't do," Henry murmured, pushing Cathy's head backwards gently but decidedly.
"Your hesitation are not to be tolerated, Mylady," he said in a louder voice.

Confusion from being pushed from the moment, was painted all over Cathy's face.

She looked at Henry, seeing his powerful gaze. In an almost inaudible hoarse voice
she whispered, "Tell me what to do."

Suddenly Henry grabbed Cathy's wrist. Pulling her behind him, he went over to a
chair and sat down. He gently but firmly placed her over his lap.

Cathy was all exposed.

The smooth lips of her sopping wet opening and her round soft ass, was pointing
straight up at Henry's face.

She felt Henry's big open hand landing with a resounding slap on her ass.

"You will follow my commands immediatly," he stated.

Smack.

"You will follow my commands with maximum engagement."

Smack.

"You will forsee my commands, before I can say them and act accordingly."

Smack.

"And now you will repeat these three orders."

Cathy coulden't help crying, mixed with a little laugh.
"Was this her secret dream comming true?" she thought.

Between crying and little gasps of laugh she said, "Please - I need release!"
 
Henry looked at Cathy, the nude beauty spread out on his knees, and waited for her to obey him. Tears rolled down her face, and she was sobbing - but also laughing a bit? What was that?

"Please - I need release!" she gasped.

"Release?" Henry asked, astonished. "Mylady, you want release? Like this?"

He touched her exposed ass, trailing his fingernail on her redness, deeper down to her exposed secret treasure. She was glistening wet as he trailed her secret lips, barely touching them, and stopped.

"Is this what you want, Mylady?" he asked again, not waiting for her answer.

Like a butterfly landing his finger touched her clit, right next to her tiny ring. It was but for the blink of an eye, though, before he removed his hand again and let it smack soundly on Cathy's ass.

"Mylady, you won't get your release unless you follow your commands. I repeat them for the last time, so you better pay attention."

Smack. Cathy's cute ass was reddening more deeply now.

"You will follow my commands immediatly," he repeated.

Smack.

"You will follow my commands with maximum engagement."

Smack. This was with a bit more force than the one before.

"You will forsee my commands, before I can say them, and act accordingly."

Smack. Again with a bit more force.

For a moment time seemed to stand still. Then Henry did let his fiingers glide over Cathy's pussy lips once more, parting the velvet curtain for a fraction of an inch and dipping just a little into her freely flowing honey of love.

"And now you will repeat these three orders. And I mean now, or you won't know any release for a long time."

Cathy was beautiful, and Henry was very aware of her satin nude skin touching his legs and also his currently very hard manhood. His voice went a fraction softer.

"Then, and only then, I will let you lick my cock, Mylady"
 
"Is this what you want, Mylady ?" Henry asked.

Cathy couldent speak.

She felt the heat on her buttocks from Henry's firm hand.

When he briefly touched her tingling clit, Cathy began to whimper, "Please."

Smack.

Suddenly the next blow came.

"Mylady, you won't get your release untill you follow my commands. "I will
repeat them for the last time, so you better pay attention."

Cathy felt an urge to laugh, but succeeded to hide it.
"Can I challenge him ?" "Do I dare?" She thought, with a little smile on her face.

Smack.

The sudden blow harder than before, came unexpected and brought Cathy
back to the moment.

"You will forsee my commands before I can say them, and act accordingly."
"Then, and only then, will I let you lick my cock, Mylady," Henry said.

Again Henry let his fingers slide over her pussy lips. He parted her petals gently,
and entered her sopping wet sex briefly.

Cathy was dizzy. Floating on a wave of pure ecstasy.

From far away she whispered, "Please repeat the last command."
 
"Please repeat the last command." Cathy whispered.

Smack.

"Mylady didn't listen. I said I'd repeat it for the last time." Henry did keep his emotions out of his voice, but he did say the last three words especially slowly.

Smack. Just for emphasis.

"You do have three more seconds," the security officer added. Then he did grab for for Cathy's deliciously soft orb with his left hand, weighing them in his rough hand, then putting her nipple carefully between his thumb and index finger. The right hand, meanwhile...

Smack.

"Two seconds."

Henry's left hand started to gently roll Cathy's nipple between his fingers.

Smack.

"One second left, Mylady..."
 
"Mylady diden't listen. I said I would repeat it for the last time." Henry added.

Slowly Cathy came back to her senses

She felt his left hand on her right breast.
Waves of warm flashes spreading from her chest, down her lower belly to her clit, mingling with the heat in her sex.

"You do have three more seconds," Henry said.

Smack.

"I will follow your commands immediatly, Cathy whispered."
"Will I ?" she thought.

Smack.

"Two seconds."

"I will follow your commands with maximum engagement," she said a little louder."
"Can I ?" she wondered.

Smack.

"I will forsee...a little gasp of laugh escaped her lips."

Cathy coulden't hide the fact that she was a bit amused, but a bit worried too.

"Am I in trouble now ?" she thought blushing.
 
"I will follow your commands immediatly", Cathy whispered.

Henry's frown ceased a little bit...

"I will follow your commands with maximum engagement," she said a little louder.

... and the frown vanished. Was Cathy broken in now, like a good mare should be?

"I will forsee..."

Now the ghost of a smile played around Henry's lips, widening ... until a little gasp of laugh escaped Cathy's lips. Her face blushed. Henry's face went red also, but not from blushing.

"You think this is a nice game, do you?"

Henry's fingers closed on Cathy's nipples, twitching them.

"You've had a spoiled youth, Mylady. I fear that's over now. Time for you to serve."

Henry let this thread hang in the air while he reached for his nightstick. It was one of those the police used to break riots, and while riots were far from common on an airport the sight of one of this sticks alone did surpress those urges in times were most of the planes were later due to bad weather or, more frequent, mismanagement on this backwater airport. What the bosses did not have in mind was the use Henry now gave his nightstick. Like letting it dance on a young maiden's cute ass and painting it red with it. The dance lastet only moments, but Henry was optimistic that it did give Cathy the right impression, like it did give her ass the right color.

He let the nightstick glide over her pussy lips now, opening them up a bit.

"Since you are not ready for my cock yet, maybe you do want my stick inside? The wood is polished, don't worry. I don't want to hurt you... too much."

And with this words the stick went a fraction of an inch deeper into Cathy's sexual core...
 
Still having trouble hiding her amusement, Cathy heard the stern tone in his voice.

"You think this is a nice game, do you?" Henry said.

Realizing the trouble she was in she said, "Please, I will try to follow your commands."

A flash of heat mixed with sweet pain went through her body, when Henry pinched
her already hard nipples.

"There is only one thing for me to do." Cathy thought squirming on his lap. "Please Sir,
am I allowed to...," out of the corner of her eye, she saw a nightstick in Henry's hand.

With fright in her eyes Cathy had to swallow again.
The only word she could think of was, "No!"

A sudden sting of white heat shot through her soft buttocks, when she felt the first
blow from the nightstick. After the second and third she was crying.

"Since you're not ready for my cock yet, maybe you do want my stick inside?" Henry said.

The stick was on her mound. Gliding over her clit to her glistening opening, touching
it, and slowly went in for a fraction of an inch.

Cathy couldent take it any longer. The itch in her sex was making her crazy.
She wanted release NOW.

She completely forgot her manners.

Squirming on Henry's lap she shouted, "FUCK ME!".
 
Cathy cried as his nightstick started to dance, then started to squirm. But she also did say the magic words: "Fuck me!"

Sadly she would have to watch her manners some more before that would occur.

Henry let that stick linger exactly were it was and sighed.

"Mylady, I thought you have been properly raised. There are certain things a Lady has to do, like sitting straight and doing the courtesies. Under no circumstances should a Lady forget being polite. 'Fuck me' is a demand, and a demand is unpolite. 'Would you please take me and use me for your pleasure' would have been better. 'I've undressed and I'm ready for whatever Mylord does want me to do' is even better. You'll use an adequate sentence now, Mylady."

Henry stopped his lecture, waiting for Cathy to obey. His stick went deeper meanwhile, a fraction of an inch by a fraction of an inch. Cathy had a great body, and Henry would use it freely once she was reigned in like a good mare.
 
"Mylady, I thought you had been properly raised." "Fuck me, is a demand, and a
demand is impolite."

In her state of passion, Cathy was embarrassed. She stopped squirming
for a moment and said, "I apologize, Mylord."

Cathy felt the nightstick sliding a fraction of an inch
deeper into her aching sex.

You will use an adequate sentence now, Mylady." Henry said.

The nightstick went even deeper into Cathy's sexual core.

Between hoarse almost inaudible moans she gasped,
"I am ready to please you, Mylord." Then a little gasp of laugh
escaped Cathy's lips again.
 
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