Customs Office

[bobsloan]

Customs Office

Bob Sloan

It's not every man who tries to conceal a raging hard-on when he's cuffed to a desk in a dusty airport in Venezula, with a customs agent neatly shredding his luggage as he watches. I guess I should be angry; the government had gotten a tip on a suspected drug smuggler, an American male tourist in his late 20's with black hair and gray eyes, carrying a blue suitcase, so they'd simply picked up everyone who met that description...which turned out to just be me.

So why am I straining at my shorts rather than calling for a lawyer? Simple...I'm a sub. Hardcore, softcore, any kind you care to name I've done, and cummed, but nothing can take the place of a simple pair of handcuffs, and a sexy body filling out a uniform.

Both of which I've got. Lieutenant Mendoza is her name, and she's got the typical South American look, dusky bronze skin, glossy black hair in a bun, deep dark eyes that I could fall into...and that uniform must be made for a man, and one smaller than she, it shouldn't pull so tight across breasts and ass, not unless the tailor was the cocktease of teases.

I look up from my revierie as she stands...

OOC: Yes, I'm just arrogant enough to start two threads o' my own...=)

 

[mfucker]

Mendoza:

Just another routine check, resulting from some tip-off about an American drug smuggler.

After making sure there was just about nothing suspicious in his luggage, I had to move on to the body search.

'Mr....' I took a look at the label on his baggage. 'Mr Sloan, I need to do a body search. I need you to stand up, your hands on the desk facing away from me. Got that? Once we get this done and if you're clean you are free to leave.' I said in my South American accent.

By the looks of things, this man was probably clean, but one could never be too sure. Besides, something about this man attracted me; even during my search I caught a few of his glances towards me. Looks like the attraction was mutual. In any case, I would have fun searching him.

 

[mfucker]

OOC: Ah...keep forgetting my courtesy. Ignore the post if its not turning out to be what you want yea...

 

[bobsloan]

OOC: I'm new, nigh on any sex will do, especially from such a skilled writer as yourself. =D

Bob Sloan

I stood up and slowly extended my arms as far as I could, unable to surpress a slight gasp as she bent me slightly over the desk. I felt her fingers riffle through my hair, it's much too short to hide anything, it felt almost playful as she explored me.

Her hands went down my neck and back, I knew she couldn't feel anything through my really too thin shirt but a back and shoulders I like to tell myself is well-muscled, and then her hands reached my waist which she explored carefully, moving around me...

 

[mfucker]

OOC: Thank you. I have to be away for awhile, real-life stuff. Be back real soon. Wouldn't blame you if you got yourself a new customs officer, though I'd still be interested when I get back yea...Happy rp-ing.

 

[mfucker]

Mendoza:

Rather routinely, I turn him around, and ordered him to place his arms on either side of him.

I bent him forward, glancing at that tight ass of his for a moment, before my mind returned to the task at hand.

Starting from his head, I moved down to his upper body and finally to his waist. His body felt even better than it looked, and with every touch I could feel my thoughts run wild, and my pussy tingling.

As I reached around his waist, a naughty thought popped up in my mind.

'I need you to take your pants off; it's a routine search.' I hoped he didn't sense me smiling to myself.