Accept her offer

You smother any feelings of guilt and accept her offer. "Like what you feel?" you whisper back.

"Mm, it's kinky. I like it," she replies as she steps back, stripping out of her dress pants and revealing a sleek black thong that seems totally incongruous with the rest of her outfit. "Do you always wear that plug in hopes one of us will be horny enough to pull it out of you?" she asks as she peels off the thong, exposing a trimmed but thick black bush. It takes you a moment to tear your eyes away from the mouth-watering sight and reply.

"Do you always sexually harass travelers when you bring them back here? Is this nook your little love hotel?" you counter as you shimmy out of your own pants and underwear. She just smirks, then extends one gloved hand and shoves you back onto a table.

"Lie down, this officer needs to examine you properly," she barks with practiced authority. You comply, even though the metal table is cold under your bare ass. The TSA agent hops up behind you, then spreads her legs and lowers her pussy down to your face.

"You don't want to moan too loudly and get into trouble, so I need to shut you up. This is for your own good, really," she says, not very convincingly.

You can smell a strong, feminine musk before she even makes contact, and when your lips and nose make contact with her pussy, you can feel she's already damp. She must have been really pent up before you came along. You don't waste time with gentle kisses or sweet foreplay. You part your lips and begin to sweep your tongue along the length of her sex. She coos her approval, then shifts her weight forward and planting her palm beside your legs for support. This angle exposes her clit to you, and you take that for the hint it is. You start lingering more and more on her clit with each flick of your tongue, until you judge she's warmed up enough to not be hyper-sensitive. Then you begin sucking directly on her clit.

The TSA agent grinds her pussy into your face, clearly enjoying your work. The pressure is almost painful, but you turn it to your advantage by extending your tongue and letting her weight push your tongue up into her pussy, tasting her copious juices. Perhaps in thanks, she reaches out with one hand and begins to stroke your now erect cock where it lays flat against your belly. She's still wearing her latex cloves, and the handjob that follows feels almost like it were coming from a medical professional, but that's a pretty hot fantasy on its own, and you can't tell the difference with your vision obscured by her toned ass.

Eventually, she drops to her elbows, and you go back to suckling on her clit and flicking your tongue against it. She uses one hand to jack you off while the other caresses your balls for a while, then slips down to tug playfully at your butt-plug.

"Time for this little guy to come out," she tells you, twisting it and chuckling as you moan into her pussy. She begins to tug at it in earnest, adding a bit more pressure all the time. "Ooh, I love watching your ass stretch. Are you going to give me a nice big gape?" she asks playfully. The only answer you can give is to suck hard on her clit. There's no way she can tell what you mean, but she groans appreciatively.

You can feel every millimeter of progress she makes with the plug as you're stretched more and more. As the widest part of the plug begins to crest, you start breathing harder. The agent must notice, because she strokes your cock even faster, pumping with a tight grip of her gloved hand. Finally, the plug pops free with a satisfying sensation, and you groan loudly as you spur cum all over the agent's hand and your own belly and chest. She gives you a few more strokes before lifting herself up off of you.

It takes you a while to gather your wits, and by then the TSA agent is fully dressed, smirking at you. As you sit up, she hands you some tissues to clean up with. Then she slips your plug into an opaque plastic bag, and hands it to you once you finish dressing.

"Thanks for that, it was fun," she says cheerfully. "You'll need to go through security again with that," she says, gesturing. She gives your cock a quick squeeze through your pants, then disappears in the opposite direction.

You return to the line and get through with no problem this time. The TSA agent is still there, but she pointedly avoids making eye-contact with you, remaining calm and professional as she barks at the other travelers wait their turns.

Finally, you collect your things and meet up with Lily. She's sitting on a bench waiting for you. It's clear from her expression that she's curious what happened to make you take so long.