Tied Up At Customs

Casey’s eyes lock on the women like a slap. ‘Out of your clothes. Both of you.’ The belts clack, fabric hits cold steel, Victoria and Nicole stand bare-assed and already flushed. Casey fishes the biggest dildo from the suitcase and nods at the table. ‘Face down, legs spread.’ She cuffs Victoria’s wrists above her head, ankles to the legs, then snaps her chin toward Nicole. ‘Fuck her.’ Nicole climbs on, sliding the thick silicone into Victoria’s cunt hard and slow, hips grinding until every vein of the toy disappears. Casey fists a handful of Nicole’s hair, forcing the angle steeper, deeper. Victoria’s thighs quiver. Casey frees one cuff, flips her, then binds Nicole the same way. ‘Your turn.’ Victoria jams the double-ended toy into Nicole’s pussy, thrusting so her tits slap against the steel. Casey unbuttons her own blouse, straddles Nicole’s face, grinds down until wet lips smear her clit. Every time Victoria slackens her pace, Casey yanks the riding crop from her belt and stripes her ass. The hiss of leather keeps the rhythm brutal and steady. When both guards are shaking and drooling on steel, Casey straps on a harness, drives the dildo between their bodies, filling one then the other while they’re still strapped, unable to do anything but take it. She comes with a hiss, slick running down their chained thighs, then smacks each of them one final time to remind them exactly who gives the orders.