Immigration Prostate Whore From Hell
You thought having a nice crazy and wild vacation in Europe would be fun didn’t you? Take advantage of our lax drug laws, get wasted and obnoxious and just swan off back home to the US with your ‘girlfriend’ did you?
Well, sir, I regret to inform you that your travel buddy was found to have concealed class B drugs in her suitcase, our sniffer dogs found it. No, no sir, please don’t even try and lie, I have the evidence, I have your little lady in the cell next door, now all I have to do is the paperwork. Oh, and your full body search. Mustn’t forget that now must we sir?!!
I let the suspense hang in the air for a second before I get up from my desk and slowly walk towards you. You can see the outline of my sheer bra and the dark areas of my nipples through my clingy white uniform shirt. The loud clack of my black heels against the floor sounds deafening as you watch me walk and stand in front of you in my tight black pencil skirt and what you’re sure are flesh-colored pantyhose underneath that you can see covering my toned calves and ankles.
I allow you to look over my body for a second and then I produce the white latex gloves from behind my back.
“Please stand up and strip for me sir.” I say sternly, reaching forward and unlocking the handcuffs that are around your wrists. I blow into one of the gloves, making the fingers balloon out for a second. You stand hesitantly and start to nervously strip, watching me as I watch you, my tongue playing over my lips as I slowly put on the gloves, snapping the cuff loudly as I look you over as you undress.
You strip down to your boxers. “Those too please sir.” I say with a half smile, loving the fear I’m evoking in you. I see you place your hand on the elastic but you falter “Quickly!” I say firmly, stroking the black baton I have strapped to my waist with my latex-clad fingers. You drop your boxers and grab at your nuts and cock, trying to cover your vanity. “Hands by your sides please sir!” I say, louder this time. You slowly move your hands to your sides and I inspect your member.
I approach you and stand very close to you, you can smell my hair and perfume, and see my full mouth and perfect white teeth, gently biting my lip as I look down at your package. I look up into your eyes and at the same time grab your balls with my gloved hand and squeeze, making you instantly hard. So I work my fingers under your sack and into your gooch, and you feel my firm breast brush against your arm as I give you a thorough frontal check. “Looks like you’re enjoying this sir,” I say, resting my other hand on your now throbbing solid cock.
“Doesn’t the thought of being sent to prison in a foreign country scare you?” I whisper into your ear, as I step back and take my hands off you.
You try to answer but I laugh and wave my hand for silence. “Turn around for me please sir.” I say, motioning towards the desk. “Put your hands flat on the table and spread your legs.” You try to say something but I grab your shoulders and spin you around. Then you notice the tube of Astroglide lube I have on the desk. I grab it and you hear the click of the lid and the squelch as it dispenses some into my palm.
I push you forward and kick your legs apart, forcing you to stumble and put your hands out to steady yourself. In that moment you feel the cold wetness and probing hardness of my lubed-up fingers.
I slip my fingers inside your ass so quickly it takes your breath away, and I slide them into the last knuckle. You feel me start to work them in and out of you, and you know this is no ordinary cavity search.
You feel me finger fuck you for a few moments and realize I’m looking for something up there and it’s not drugs.
I find your prostate and begin to roughly massage it with the tips of my slender fingers, faster and faster in rhythmic circular motions, and you feel a strange sensation start to creep up from deep inside you. Your legs shake and your hard cock spurts out a jet of hot cum, without even so much as being touched. You grip the side of the desk as your shuddering orgasm rips through you, and you can’t help but let out a loud, guttural groan as you cover my desk with your sweet spunk, jerking and convulsing as I withdraw my fingers and laugh loudly as you desperately struggle to catch your breath.
