Customs

At length Gina decided that it would be best to remove the dildo from her anus, even though she was deriving a considerable amount of pleasure from the way the digitally enhanced chromium fuckstaff pulsed against her rectal passage. Extracting it slowly with the tip of her finger and thumb, she still decided that it may still be useful to her, and after popping the fake cock in her mouth and cleaning it of her delicious juices, she slid the slobber-coated instrument between her boobs, lodging the tube between the narrow crevice of her cleavage, the two huge mounds currently pushed together by the thin strap that was her top. Now her look was completed, the dildo shoved between her enormous knockers.

This final part of preparation completed, Gina was ready as soon as her sleek ship slid on autopilot into one of the stations of the docking bay and swooped into a letter-box shaped aperture in the side of the huge ship, whereupon it settled next to a row of different shaped vessels that were from each imaginable reach of the galaxy. As such, there was a broad array of shapes and sized of ships, though they were all personal transport vessels. Other, larger, trade freighters docked around the other side of the spaceport.

Gina's information on the spaceport she had docked at revealed it to have about fifteen thousand people, about a third of that staff and the rest visitors. Seeing as the planet below, however, currently had a transport embargo on it something of a bottleneck had occurred and there were rather more people than usual hanging around.

Gina appeared from the door in the side of her ship and her appearance drew a gasp from the mechanics, techs and attendants clustered around the landing bay, the stacked blonde taking an opportunity to pose at the top of the ramp while she got her bearings. Work stopped for a few seconds as everyone gawked at the gorgeous babe in the transcendently slutty attire, all the way from the bottom of the platform heels of the transparent stripper shoes that she wore, all the way up her slender, sinuously muscled legs, over her black PVC panties, up her incredible waist. Many awestruck glances got no further than her huge tits that were jutting out of her chest.

After a suitable time had passed and work around her had slowly and reluctantly resumed, Gina sauntered down the ramp. Automated robots buzzed around to run diagnostics on her ship. Sashaying across the docking bay, she approached the exit, which would take her into a turbolift and into the spaceport proper.

In front of the table was a customs desk, at which sat a man in the official uniform of the spaceport. There were a few people in the line, and Gina joined the back of it, as the customs official questioned people and them admitted them into the port.

Slowly, the queue went down, and people joined behind Gina. The person directly behind her was a young man who had beads of sweat standing out on his brow, and whose eyes were darting around everywhere except at Gina. Smiling to herself, Gina looked at him over her shoulder, and gave him a long, obvious stare, up and down his body.

'You look nervous,' she said, smiling.

'Well... I erm... yes,' said the man. 'No,' he corrected himself. 'Not nervous.'

'You don't seem sure,' said Gina.

At this point, the man made the mistake of looking at Gina and surveying her body, up and down. Immediately, he whimpered, and gulped, then resumed looking in the middle distance.

'Have you got anything to hide?' said Gina, beginning to enjoy her slight teasing of the young man.

'What do you mean?' said the man.

'Well, this is a customs line,' said Gina. 'You know, are you smuggling? Do you have anything concealed about your person? You know, like contraband?'

'N-no, not at all...' said the man, gulping once again, his eyes hovering around the region of Gina's huge tits.

'Oh, that's odd...' said Gina, 'because you certainly look suspicious.'

'How?' said the man.

'Sweating profusely...' Gina turned around. Immediately, her massive, firm knockers smacked into the man's chest. 'Distracted.... and what's this...?'

Gina slid her hand down the man's torso and pushed the flat of it firmly against his abdomen before moving it down his coverall, all the way over his groin, and down his trouser leg.

'Concealed weapon?' said Gina with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. 'You smuggling guns? But oh nooooo, honey, this thing seems to biiiig for that. This would have to be a shotgun...'

Suddenly, Gina stopped her fondling, abruptly, and looked the young guy square in the eye.

'Don't tell me that's your dick.'

Gina was stopped by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She turned around and saw that it was the man behind the customs desk. Shrugging her shoulders slightly at the guy behind her, she went forwards to the desk, giving the customs official more than an eyeful of her unbelievable body and outrageous attire.

'Name?' said the official.

'Gina Fox.'

'Business in Darvon Spaceport?'

'Cock.'

The official blinked. 'Excuse me?'

'I've been in space for a long time and I need some cock. This was the closest place. You do have cock, don't you?'

'Ah, yes Miss, we do.'

'Good, because I'm going to need a hell of a lot of inches. That's why I came to this very desk.'

'Urm. Yes. What?'

'That's what it says on the desk. CUMSTORMS. I thought you might be able to give me one.'

'Ah, Miss, that says 'CUSTOMS''.

'Oh, silly me,' said Gina. 'It does look like 'cumstorms' though.'

'Now do you have any identification?' said the man, moving swiftly on.

'Yes,' said Gina, 'here'.

Pointing at the newly-styled tattoo that had been hyperstencilled onto her public mound, Gina stood a step closer so that the official could get a better view at the word ?CUMSLUT? emblazoned there. After he saw this, Gina could sense that by this point the man was in severe danger of premature ejaculation.

'Anything to declare?' the man finally managed.

'I just have,' Gina responded, 'I'm a cumslut!'

'No, no...' said the man, 'I mean, have you brought anything with you. Anything you have to declare.'

'No,' Gina said, I'm travelling pretty light as you can see. But if you want you can look up my asshole!'