Sissies at the gates

Note: Through some odd, yet convenient, quirk of fate the Earth on which this story takes places has no minors. Back to the story.

Now that the Mistress had the means to sissify the world it was high time that she sowed her wild oats. She placed hundreds of sissies on different international flights and sent them out with the instruction “Have as much fun as you can!”

Melissa was en route to her 14 hour flight to Bulgaria when the metal detector tripped. “Are you carrying anything metallic Ma’am?” The TSA agent inquired. Melissa reached down and cupped her crotch “Just a cage officer.” She winked at him. The flustered officer informed her he’d need to perform a pat down, would she like a private or public screening? “Oh, I prefer a private show most certainly, it’s just so much more intimate....” She fluttered her lashes at him. He tried to ignore her as he lead her to the private room “Have you ever gone through the screening before Ma’am?” She replied honestly “Well no, but I’ve been patted down by plenty of men. They can’t seem to keep their hands off me.”

TSA officer: Ma’am you aren’t making this any easier.

He turned to put on some nitrile gloves and she slipped her skirt off.

Melissa: Good, I like things nice and hard.

He turned to find the slut on her knees, without waiting she unzipped his pants drawing his erection out and began to suck it, he tried to protest, but it felt so good and anytime he said something she just sucked harder and moved faster. Melissa sucked the cum from his cock and balls draining him completely. She pulled out her phone snapping a selfie of her sexy self and the disheveled officer “Here I have a video for you to watch.” After watching the enchanting video of her Mistress with the TSA officer, she texted herself the sluts contact info and left her in the screening room. She’d text her new sis a link to the video later, for now the slut would have to be satisfied priming people. Melissa proceeded to her gate, she was about to put the bulge in Bulgaria. Fuck she was wet!

At her terminal she went to see the gate agent about upgrading her seat. She blew him in the Men’s Room. While she slobbered over his cock she spread her shapely latex clad legs into adjacent stalls and made plenty of noise to let the others know what they were missing.

For her troubles she was upgraded to first class, she also got his number. She’d have to use that later... In the restroom her little performance hadn’t gone unnoticed she emerged from the stall into a room full of horned up men. She distracted the men letting the gate agent slip out as she served up the daily special, some hot hand-jobs.

Apparently some prude complained to the airport, a broad chested man with too many muscles for his tiny shirt labeled ‘Security’ and ridiculous camo pants walked in saying something about a complaint. He stopped mid sentence staring transfixed at Melisa who was riding a man cowgirl while delivering hand-jobs to two more. She stared right back, this hulking mass of muscle was primed to transform all he needed was a little sissy sex. With a battle moan Melissa leveraged the dicks she was holding to help regain her feet, the cock she had been riding popped out trailing a wet thread of sexual fluids. Melissa launched herself forward lunging at the mass of muscle. Caught off balance the larger man fell backwards, Melissa landed on top of him already unzipping his pants. “Give me that dick boi!” she yelled sliding his underwear to the side, liberating his unimpressive erection. Her greedy ass swallowed him whole and she moved her hips in a blur of motion. He started moaning almost immediately “OH fuck!” he groaned as he came. Her thirsty hole milked him for every drop of cum he had. The guard shrank taking on womanly proportions, most of his muscles faded but the slutty sissy that stood up a moment later remained toned.

The new slut ran her hands down her smooth face, shoulders, and abs stopping to rub her stub “MMMMMmmmm I need some dick!” Melissa smiled at the new recruit “Good! Why don’t you help out our audience here? I have a plane to catch.” Melissa rearranged her clothes covering herself, barely, and walked out of the restroom stopping to write her number on the wall ‘For a night you’ll never forget ♥’.