Episode 45 - Jenny on the Farm - Sex Stories

Episode 45 - Jenny on the Farm

Manchester Airport The usual interminable wait in the baggage pickup area, Jenny standing, waiting, looking for some talent, miles away day-dreaming of her Great Dane Toby – all that lovely cock stretching her wide. A hand on her side, a cock pressing into her backside: “Hope you liked the Tribute, Babe”. Jenny melted into the black Co-pilot’s arms – he had cum all over her tits, in First Class, while she was asl**p – now she wanted him properly: “Don’t tell anyone” he whispered in her ear “I sent our photo to a mate in Security, and he wants you too. See you soon” and he was gone, striding away – Jenny went weak at the knees watching those taut buttocks – aching to feel that hard black cock in any hole he fancied. Baggage collected, Jenny is now queuing for security and immigration. She looks up, the very black Security Officer asks: "Would you open that bag, Miss"? Jenny takes him in – he is tall, fit, quite handsome, looking very serious in his crisp uniform. Jenny hesitates, her face reddens, remembering what she had packed. "I'm sorry Miss, but we need to check. The scanner picked up a lot of battery powered devices. We thought you might be smuggling sex toys". He laughs. Jenny unzips the large bag, rummaging through her flimsy underwear, jeans and tee-shirts, to pull out a handful of dildos: “Is this what you’re looking for, Sir?” Jenny smiles, pushing out her tits, nipples hardening. The next moment the Security Officer is standing at her side, very close. Jenny could ...

... smell his aftershave, and feel a hard cock pressing into her left hip. He looked over her shoulder into the depths of the bag; pulling out a long flexible purple double-ended dildo. "This looks fun" he mused. Then he found the four clitoral vibrators in assorted colours she had brought as presents. Jenny was only half aware of the zip on her jeans being lowered and long fingers tangling into her Mile High Club thong. He pushed it aside and slid between her already-wet pussy lips. Jenny froze, looking around, hoping nobody was watching them – his fingers, now wet with her juices were rubbing rings around her hard clitoris. Jenny moaned into his shoulder, turning, rubbing her hip bone across the hard cock inside his crisp uniform trousers. He seemed to know exactly where to find Jenny’s g-spot; she was creaming – any more fondling and she was going to have to fuck the man right on the security desk. Fortunately another pair of huge black hands grabbed hold of her upper arms and pinned them behind her back. Jenny’s hands naturally came to rest on each side of another massive cock straining to escape from the co-pilots trousers. He pressed the cock firmly into Jenny’s arse, while pulling her top half upwards and backwards by the arms. Jenny had to quickly move her feet apart to maintain balance, opening her thighs for more of the security man’s fingers to enter her cunt.The Private Room “I think you’d better come with us, Miss” said the deep voice from behind; all the emphasis on ...