Assfucked at the customs desk

'Wow!' cried Gina suddenly and without warning, feeling something warm and wet smack into the back of her head. Disorientated for a microsecond, it suddenly dawned on her that Richard had released a whooping wad of precum that had rocketed from his cumslit and splattered her between the shoulder blades and all over the back of her head, matting her two-tone hair together into sticky clumps, the thick, gelatinous fluid slowly oozing down onto her neck. There were several sharp intakes of breath from the assembled semi-circle of onlookers, each of whom had been surprised by the way in which the gluey bolt of clear prejizz cut through air to douse the astoundingly sexy slut who had her giant tits propped onto the table.

'Holy shit, stud,' said Gina, 'careful when you're popping precum like that. I'm sure our friend behind the desk doesn't want it in the face! And certainly not as much as I want that hot, throbbing tool all the way up my tight little asshole!'

Gina ended her statement with a conspiratorial wink at the customs official, who responded with a nervous smile that just broke through his astonished expression. The next thing that happened was that Gina felt yet another blast of warm fluid being projected onto her person, this one the result of a heavy squirt of precum that splurged messily out of Richard's pulsing cumslit, the young man releasing a deep gasp as the gluey load was projected onto Gina's ass, the juicy bubbles of firm, tanned assmeat being covered with the clear, shiny liquid.

'Yeah...' said Gina in an exaggeratedly nonchalant fashion, examining her nails, 'that should be enough lubrication...'

The next thing Gina detected was the feeling of the domed tip of Richard's cock being pressed against her asshole. The sensation of the hard, heavy head of the blunt fuckstaff being placed at the entrance to her cinnamon ring made her shiver, the boobed spy gasping in delight at how the mushroom-shaped bell-end felt so steel hard against the pliable muscles of her sphincter. As Richard began to press his cockend into her anus, Gina slammed her hands violently on the desk in front of her, the **** jolting the customs official in his seat, as Gina began to feel the tight ring of muscles slowly melt into elasticity, yielding slowly as the head of the thick meat log probed for admission to her rectum.

There was another squirt, this one audible to all as Richard's cockend relinquished another load of precum that issued from the tip of his bloated, tumescent cockend, smacked into Gina's balloon-knot ring of muscles and exploded into the air like a sprinkler, much of the translucent fluid spewing upwards to land in wet splotches on Gina's back.

At this point Gina flexed her asshole, which had the effect of allowing the fat cockend to intrude into her anal canal, the gorgeous, huge-titted slut gasping in delight as the smooth helmet penetrated her tightest orifice and immediately blew a messy load of precum into her rectal cavity.

'One...' said Gina, through clenched teeth as the head of the huge fuckstaff probed her asshole. Behind her, Richard was almost convulsing already, the young man staring in wonderment at the way in which the two succulent halves of Gina's curvy ass were being separated by the entrance of his thick, cast-iron fucklog. Tentatively, he reached out and clasped Gina's left buttock in his hand, finding it firm, springy and hard to the touch, marvelling at the slutty way in which the PVC thong was slung over the curve of the right cheek.

There was now nothing else to do that ease himself into Gina's rectum, and Richard was astonished to discover how easy it was, the young man's pulsating, muscular cum-cannon sliding into the horny slut's asshole like a hot knife through butter, causing the grimacing spy to call out 'two and three!' huskily.

'Fuck, stud,' Gina remarked, 'I can even feel the fat veins on your huge pussy-pleaser as it slides into my slutty little asshole, that's quite a... monster... four...' the last part of her statement was through gritted teeth, her eyes rolling into the top of her head as she revelled in the way that Richard was ploughing into her ass.

'Now, Mr Customs Official,' said Gina, recovering herself sufficiently to address the man at the desk in front of her, 'is there anything else you need to know about me? Other than the fact that I love to have huge, fat cocks in my asshole? Oh shit... fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvveee!!!!!!'

At this point Gina screwed up her eyes and released an ear-splitting shriek of female enjoyment that was so protracted and husky that it made at least one of the assembled voyeurs blow his load in his trousers. Gina's expression of delight was accompanied by a burst of cunny juice that exploded from her quivering pussy, releasing jets of her clear vaginal juices out all over the floor of the dock, the spurting squirting collecting by the heels of her boots in little pools, some of the messy pulses of fluid jetting against her thighs and being collected by the wide brims of her thigh-high boots, the warm fluid trickling down her legs.

'And other than...' gasped Gina, looking at the customs official after she'd opened her eyes, 'the fact that getting fucked in the ass by a massive monstercock makes my pretty pink pussy pop like fireworks on Galactic Freedom Day?'

Gina unexpectedly found herself looking not at the face of the customs official, but at something completely different by the time she had opened her eyes. First the expression on her face was one which registered a certain degree of surprise, then which slowly melted into intense satisfaction and delight, the stacked spy's eyes narrowing nastily as she registered what new treat awaited her.

The customs official had pushed his chair back and stood up in front of the desk, and had briskly unzipped his trousers soundlessly while Gina had been convulsing thanks to her squirting pussy. Unable to take the extremely debauched show that was occurring right in front of his eyes and on his desk, the official had broken all orthodox protocol and whipped out his massively sized pussy-missile so that it was no longer tenting his trousers, leaking precum onto the fabric of his crotch and threatening to explode like the unfortunate onlooker in the semi-circle (who was now clutching his groin in surprise), and instead fisted the stiff, tumescent length in his right hand.

Waiting until Gina had come down from her shuddering climax, the official saw Gina open her eyes, her open, gasping mouth close to the table, tongue lolling out of it, and seized the moment by abruptly clenching his long tool firmly and sending it slamming down against the top of the desk where it landed with an impressive, firm 'WHUMP!' on a stack of papers. Coincidentally, a pencil was laying on top of the pile, which was snapped in two pieces by the heavy pillar of cockflesh that hammered on to it.

'Six...' breathed Gina, more in awe than ecstasy now, the busty slut giggling as she was immediately greeted with a spurt of precum from the official's cock that spat from the tip of the brawny cumtube, arched over the desk and landed directly in her face, pasting her right eye shut.

Gina looked up at the official, one of her eyes glued shut, and composed herself, pressing her lips into a perfect O shape, making a soundless moan of appreciation at what she was now confronted with.

'Nothing to declare?' said Gina, 'Fuck honey, I wish that you'd declared you were a monstercocked stud at the beginning of the conversation. We could have skipped all the preliminaries!'

Behind her, Richard busied himself by feeding another section of his monster length into Gina's obscenely accepting asshole, groaning all the while and watching his muscular prong shuddered from time to time, ripples rocking the vein-ripped length as wads of precum were dispatched into the tight confines of the mega-titted vixen's booty.

'Seven and Eight!' Gina called enthusiastically, finally allowing herself to turn her head so that she could look at Richard over her shoulder. The young man's face and hair was already drenched in sweat, and Gina jiggled her glutes playfully, flexing her asscheeks independently, making the solid bubbles of firm flesh pop alternately. 'Keep going, stud, I want that cock-rocket balls deep in my ass!'

Upon turning her head back around, Gina was unsurprised to receive a massive blob of precum splatter directly into her face before the customs official thrust his hips forwards, presenting the big-boobed slut that was splayed on top of his desk with a long, hard cock to suck. Gina reached forwards with her right hand, carefully and sensuously tracing the contours of the engorged veins that popped up all over the surface of the king-size tube of meat, before grasping the fleshy cum-cannon with more determination and staring to jack with official off with strokes so practiced and assured that the man could do nothing except throw his head back and howl. A spluttering fusillade of precum now issued from the head of the shaft in successive bursts rather like a sprinkler, the clear jets catching Gina in the face, her gorgeous eyes, cheeks, nose and mouth now shining with the translucent juice.

'Nine...'said Gina, before screaming 'TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMGGGGMMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' as Richard successfully lodged a couple more inches of prime cockmeat up her rectum, the massive pillar of flesh now probing deep into her bowels. Her enunciation of the number 'ten' was suddenly elongated into a word which lacked any clarity at all as the customs official chose that moment to lunge forwards, propelling his glistening mega-shaft into Gina's mouth, the man grasping the back of her head to further impale her sexy face on his outsize meatstick. Gina's eyes bulged out of her head for a moment in surprise, but within the same second she was expertly fellating the customs official, plunging forwards to inhale the shiny, saliva-slick length as it intruded on her windpipe.

As the official enthusiastically commenced jackhammering his cock into Gina's mouth, his hands slipping a little at the lack of friction available on the precum-slick matted hair on the back of her head, Richard was still yet to finally entrench every last inch of his rock hard fuckstaff into the two-tone haired minx's ass. By the time the customs official retracted his cock far enough to prod it into the side of Gina's gaping mouth so that her cheek bulged out obscenely, Richard had slid another portion in, noticing how the elastic ring of muscles that he was penetrating were now hugely distended.

At this point, the customs official seized his cock in his hand and firmly guided it so that the head slipped out of the side of Gina's mouth, the tip appearing from her lips with a loud 'POP', followed instantly by a gush of precum that jetted into Gina's ear and hair.

'Eleven!' called Gina, the second that her mouth was no longer full of meaty cock, the thick bell end being pushed back into her mouth and back into her cheek, where the process was repeated. After the next successive 'POP' and the blast of precum that Gina took in the eye, she cried 'TWELVE!' triumphantly, and at that moment felt Richard's loins slap against her ass, his balls smack into her pussy lips.

Richard groaned darkly, pulled out his shaft and evacuated Gina's anus. Feeling empty, Gina span and got on her knees to see Richard in front of her jerking his shaft, while above her, the customs official mounted the desk and stood atop it, also pumping his huge meatstick, the cock pointing directly downwards at the top of Gina's head.

'Blast me, boys,' smiled Gina, licking her lips.