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DeclarationCynthia’s luggage shows traces of substances at airport customs and she is frisked and then taken to be bodily searched in a private room. However, the situation gets sexually charged and the two Federal officers and Cynthia go extreme…..“Have you anything to declare …” it was directed straight at Cynthia by the customer’s officer. She was in hurry as her flight had been delayed and now she only wanted to get home. She had maximized her time away and had work in several hours. Cynthia realised she had that nervous twitch though…she knew she should have declared her grannies goodies. They always went ballistic about food …still those home preserved treats…she had always managed to sneak them in…and as modern urban girl…she had never in her life set foot on a farm…these conserved treats were for her and her friends…delectable antipasto delights.“Your passport and cards please… Okay Ms Nespolo …you have indicated nothing to declare…but …do you have anything to declare?”Cynthia tried to keep a straight face…she had never been stopped before…straight through the nothing to declare lane and home…surely it was her modest looks, tied back ponytail and glasses and nothing flamboyant or sexy in her looks…comfortable jeans and a pink cardigan over a plain t-shirt …nothing to draw attention like her boyfriend Sam…his most recent t shirt had “Innocent plants are killed by vegetarians… End the v******e eat bacon” and the provocative “Keep Calm and Smoke Dope” …the the latter likely to get the sniffer dogs deep into your crotch. No Cynthia was always unobtrusive…but she was singled out today.“Nothing to declare” said Cynthia but she knew she was sweating and getting fidgety fingers. “I’m going to run this d**g scanner over your bags …” and the male officer in his forty’s …well about that age…could have been younger…but he had a very prominent beer gut… waved his device like a magic wand over her bags and cabin luggage. ‘Oh fuck’ thought Cynthia …that party two nights ago…with the crack snorters …“We need to scan your luggage and search your bags as its showing trace elements of substances…is there anything you want to disclose at this stage?”“Do your job” was all a resigned Cynthia could think to say.Well they found the contraband undeclared food and more d**g traces…high readings on her cocktail dress…and unwashed black knickers…‘Fuck that party and that guy in the bathroom…great sex…but he left dust all over her dress while filling her pussy…oh well…they won’t find anything else…I’ll pay the food fine and get out of here’Geez the pricks were ultra through now…human bloodhounds once they had the undeclared items and the d**g traces. They were friggin rottweilers’ …they weren’t going to let go.“We need to scan your body next…a female officer will conduct the scan…it can be done here…or in a private room”“Here is fine” Cynthia was actually relaxed…the worst was over.Of course her goddamn heels indicated trace elements… ‘Geez that bloody party’“Are you a regular user of substances or do you have an explanation for the readings we are getting on multiple item?” asked the female officer.“I was at a party a couple of days ago…with plenty of cocaine…but I’m not a recreational or regular user…it’s just through my clothes” said Cynthia.A second male officer who was turning out her handbag…tampons…condoms…everything… and was indicating to yet another female officer…there very high readings from her bag.“Ms Nespolo …you will have to accompany another female officer and myself to an interview room…we need to conduct a full strip search…your readings are everywhere güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri and consistently very high… do you want to declare d**gs on your person now”“No wait a minute…I’m not consenting to you pawing over my body…I was at a party…this is getting ridiculous” said an agitated Cynthia. “Okay so I should have declared nonna’s treats…the rest….”An authoritative voice didn’t let her finish…“…Ms Nespolo …unless you consent…you will be handed over directly to the Federal Police….for further investigations”“Get the Feds…you’re not searching me”“Ms Nespolo …you must still accompany us to an interview room…Federal Officers have been called…they will be here five minutes”Cynthia sat in the sterile room…four chairs…one desk…a water dispenser…a few plastic cups and a clock on the wall…white walls…waiting…except for the female customers officer…in the body neutral stance…watching her…hawking her…waiting for the Feds.Two Federal female officers arrived. The customers’ officer acknowledged them and left.Cynthia sat with folded arms.“Ms Nespolo …this is Senior Officer O’Brien and I am Officer Honey…we have reason to believe …based on your false declaration and d**g traces through your possessions and clothing to conduct a body strip search to ascertain whether you are carrying d**gs on your person or internally…do you understand”“Of course I understand… I made a mistake with the food…the d**g accusation is nonsense…I don’t consent…to the search”“With regard to your lack of consent” said the senior officer…”it makes no difference…you are being searched by our authority under the d**gs importation act …so you might as well keep it civil and with you having some control over the process”“What friggin control …when I squat naked…I know how this stuff operates” said an exasperated Cynthia.“Have you been searched before…you seem to know the process” quizzed the senior woman and Cynthia looked at her closely for the first time…big breasted…constricted by the tight uniform jacket…matching black pants…holding a spreading middle aged arse…if she wasn’t a lesbian…she was only getting it from her husband under the sheets in the dark… Of course Cynthia knew the process… from Sam…he had had more than his prostate checked out…coming back once from South East Asia…still those provocative t- shirts.“Oh let’s just get on with this then” said Cynthia… the prospect of the older woman’s hands on her with the unsexy thin latex gloves was not an attractive thought.But it was the younger woman… Officer Honey who indicated she would be responsible for protocols.Cynthia thought what the fuck and did the sexiest strip she could imagine…making it an erotic tease… she was actually in charge…and was she working it…her tongue over her lips…her hands expansively, openly , lingering on her exposed flesh as she was down to her bra and knickers…both bright pink today ….lacey and high cut…she even took her glasses off and deliberately let her hair cascade around her face…she had the figure and she knew it…she could see both woman becoming unprofessional…the authoritative façade was crumbling…they were both lustfully staring…Cynthia’s jugs were wobbling …she was well endowered…but it was her cherry topped creamies that got both officers over stimulated… yummy elongated knobs… super nipples…firm…erect…pointy… twin alluring ripe ready to eat fem-raspberries. Our girl only had to run her hands over them and they were fully at attention….her panties slid off with a delicious knee bend…and her legs spread to reveal her shaved coochie…well how else does perabet güvenilir mi a girl go to a hot foreign party… she was about to squat…her luscious love lips dangling…and it was the older senior officer who lost it…moving closer to Cynthia…It only took a very light brushing of fingers on her face by the suspect and Officer O’Brien descended rapidly into tactile titty teasing. She had to touch those generous astounding nipples. Her tongue was sloshing and swilling saliva with deft hard to hard tongue tip to teat action…Officer Honey watched flabbergasted …but only momentarily …her courage was up with awakening arousal …a suppressed lesbian…this was too much…her latex gloves were groping in pussy and fingering Cynthia’s areshole simultaneously…she was grabbing flesh feverishly and fervidly…a feral wanton exploration of fem-holes… she was indecently deep in Cynthia’s slit and rudely probing in her pucker slot.O’Brien was teasing Cynthia’s breasts now…her latex gloves thrown to the floor…she was dabbing…patting…tapping and flicking nipples…they were her adult private play zone…and the suspect was holding both melons up and out … and surrendering them unconditionally to the senior officers whims.Honey was too keyed up …over committed to the unexpected…as she knelt and took in Cynthia’s stunning dazzling cunny lips …they were flouncy trembling dangling delicacies …so dainty ….the choicest morsel of femininity ready to be sucked…licked…and penetrated …a scrumptious flesh treat for her own tongue and she rushed at Cynthia’s titbits of pleasure with rapacious predatory speed….Cynthia would have collapsed backwards if not for O’Brien’s grip on her upper body…basically monstrous mammary manipulation…still the detainee edged herself onto the rooms only table….her legs spread…her breasts glowing under the full naked electric glare of the room.O’Brien’s fun bags were out now too…her shirt open…her bra gone…it was delicious nipple to nipple touching and breasts sponging and slapping into each other…two well endowered women intent on maximum pleasure…titty slapping and melons squishing tight…bosom to bosom.The aptly named Honey was like Pooh bear deep in a pot…she had the girlie goodies in hand and under tongue…the double ministration…she was eating out and eating in …in the raunchiest sense of both terms…her tongue buried between savoury, jagged slits of fancy, fanny flesh…yum…as the cum oozed …Honey’s lips gummy ….smacking over wetness…the secreting appetising morsels lubricated by lush tongue brushing…a zesty enjoyable mouth watering treat…well how else would you describe it…this was pussy …really wet pussy …saturated, sodden, salivary satin delight…and it only got clammier…Honey was fingering her arsehole…two finger in and really gaping it…the bitch was enjoying herself…Cynthia was ecstatic too… Sam had never ventured on a deep double probe…wow it was great…especially combined with …the force of….…O’Brien hitting her pussy like an inexperienced cock slamming into a girly crease without warning …she went the indecent three finger fuck without any indication…really frickin’ brisk..hell no it was actually express pace…it was a finger blur…it was so suddenly sensational as she hit Cynthia’s g spot…the only outcome was a vaginal orgasm and a god almighty squirt …the shower sprayed high in an arc right into O’Brien’s face… caught her by complete surprise…caught everyone by surprise….Cynthia had never squirted before…shit it was intense…fuck it was like a water spout…it was a gushing surge of fem-liquid…still O’Brien’s fingers kept tipobet squishing in her wringing wet twat…her thumb rubbing intensely over her aroused clit…and Cynthia couldn’t take it any more…folding into a sensational orgasm as Honey’s fingers dug so far into her arse …Cynthia yelped in helpless delight…a series of squeals of uncontrolled abandoned fulfilment…Honeys arse work wasn’t second fiddle to her creamed cunny …it was a virtuoso complementary cameo …it was a stunning; euphoric exulted execution by two… If Cynthia thought these two out of control ‘she bitches’ were finished with her she was mistaken…they were control freaks…Cynthia was wailing…screeching…in undefined pleasure as they finished her good…they knew cavities …and they both gave her the exploration of her twenty tender years… they literally and physically split her open …anal and vaginal… it was the sex act of her life…the endorphin’s rushed…as their duck headed fingered wedge went in and did a combined push and thrust…O’Brien was surprised at the space inside…her slender wrist resting at Cynthia’s cunt entrance …The suspect’s sense of fullness was explosive…completely fuckin full…beyond known sensation…“Oh my God”… Cynthia exhaled loudly…the sheer intensity of the stretch blew her mind… then caught in a resting enlargement of her own normally cute tight hole…wow…then O’Brien relaxed and gaped out…However that was not the end…it was just the beginning of stretch mayhem… as Honey kept fingering her freckle …waiting her turn…Cynthia knew what was coming… she was shit scared…but wanted it… had to know… she thought it was the anal fisting coming…..She embraced the terrifying sexual leap of faith … as Honey probed her arse working all her four fingers into her virgin fisted starfish…the saucy slatternly tart…Shit her arse was too small… thought Cynthia…then they were all in …second knuckle deep …it was goddamn tight, amazingly intense and a surreal – is this my body feeling…then realising it was her own cute arse widened and filled … it was pleasurable and scary in the same instance… Cynthia felt a vulnerable rawness…a bodily human exposure and disclosure of unexplained but soul knowledgeable proportions…she would keep this with her for life…this was something not to be experienced repeatedly…but experienced none the less…and she had…finally relaxing in Honey’s puckered gaping exit…O” Brien was already ticking boxes on official forms as Cynthia and Honey relaxed… and then while the younger officer tidied herself and the suspect redressed.Christ someone was accountable and then… Cynthia realised she had started it…O’Brien the gloating bitch ticked off on last box…cavity search….negative…then smirked as she quietly added “ My turn to lie today …full as…I’d say” Honey was quietly, shyly, storing, stunning unthinkable currently formed memory. The senior officer left with the forms to organise Cynthia’s release from Federal Customs custody.The awkward …shit I really am a lesbian moment hit Honey…and she was working to suppress it deep…to walk out of the room…and never delve into womanly flesh again…Cynthia eased into her space planting soft kisses on her cheeks… then forehead…and they mutually hit full French fast…with Honey coming out and declaring herself openly gay…hooray….They were probably only seconds from gusty genital groping when O’Brien returned.“Oh for Christ sake Honey…I’ll feel you up in our break…let’s get this woman out of here” …and they did….Cynthia collected her bags and apart from a fine for contraband food… was free to go. No fuckin apology she noticedThere were some lewd sniggers behind her as she head off to the arrivals area…well her walk was wonky …that fine line between pleasure and uncomfortableness sandwiched betwixt her legs…No doubt the custom staff thinking Cynthia had had the full non compliant cavity search…if only they knew the real story…

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