Fly the friendly sky's by del fuego

FLY THE FRIENDLY SKY’S”Jesus, shit, fuck, blue, christ” I thought, “Could you possibly take longer to put your shit back in your fucking bag” ? I wondered. I had 124 more cattle to load and this flight was bumped ahead of the rest of the fleet to depart.

I work for Airport Authority, and on the weekends it is a major bitch. It had it’s rewards, such as rolling drunk passengers for loose bills or fondling the hot ones that were dumb enough to make it into secondary. Having a passenger go into secondary was easy enough, all the sensors and detectors employed by Airport Authority were user adjustable for sensitivity. When a pigeon approached you “adjusted” the sensitivity to cause a false alarm and bingo, you had a pigeon in custody.

My partner in crime was Sol, fucking eye-talian from “joisey”. Together, we started “doing” passengers out of sheer boredom and found that, until we started, we had been in the minority. Seems most of the jokers here have been doing this, and worse, for quite a while.

It’s simple, spot a cutie traveling alone, departing the international airport (that’s real important) and send her to secondary. We use the sensor adjustment or just “randomly” pick her for additional scrutiny and have her step into secondary. We make her wait, until all the witnesses have boarded and her frustration at missing her flight grows.

Then the fun begins. Behind closed doors she is ours. Most don’t speak english or very poorly, most are pretty docile and accept this treatment. It’s probably not to far from daily life in whatever-shit hole-they’re-coming-from or going to. Usually it’s titty squeezing and ass grabbing with some pussy rubbing thrown in. Once in a while, Sol or I will rub one out while the other is molesting the passenger. The strip search is mandatory of course, got to see the goods. And of course there are the ever-present surveillance cameras, not Airport Authoritie’s, but ours. We have a nice collection of videotaped “interrogations”.

Back to this flight; We receive word that the flight is to be boarded-but-delayed and held at the gate. Perfect timing, we’re near the end of the cattle call. I nod to Sol and he grins, then professionally hides his enthusiasm. Sol walks the line and scopes the remaining passengers for lone, foreign, hotties. First pass, Sol returns and says “muttly in green”. I look casually and see what he’s picked out. Short, fat, sloppy and ugly are not my tastes, but Sol is joking, They’re not his tastes either.

“Check the one in black” he says quietly. I do and I like what I see. She’s pushing 40, pretty, but not made up, not really looking for attention on this flight. Probably a bored professional, we have more trouble with the educated ones, they resist and want to talk to the consulate or their “abogado”. I watch her a little, not quite dismissing her yet. She is pretty, nice body, firm, strong, adequately proportioned with tits and ass, looks clean.

“Lets take her, slowly at first” I warn. Sol goes down the line. When he gets to her he walks past and then returns to her, where he’s not in her line of sight, great for intimidation. I see him mumble something to her, but cant hear what’s said. She looks confused and scared. Sol takes her by the arm and walks her out of line towards the secondary interrogation room. As he approaches to pass, he gives me the slightest eyebrow lift to indicate he likes this one. No one else stays at the screen table to wait for the pigeon. Good, traveling alone.

I close the gate and put the red flag over the door to signal that an interrogation is taking place. Usually green is for shoes and pockets, yellow for unknown hits that tripped the wand, red for lengthy interrogation due to a hit on the “no fly” list, uncooperative, trying to hide something, etc. I place my ballcap over the doorknob. This signals the rest of the guys that we’re playing with one of the pigeons and not to bother us or call the higher-ups because fo the red flag.

As I enter the room, the hottie is sitting down. Sitting in the chair with her hips flexed, you can see that she has a shapely ass and hips. A closer look reveals that she really is pretty, even without make-up. She looks european, olive/tan skin, pretty dark eyes, full lips. She’s wearing flat shoes, no hose, a simple dark skirt and matching vest over a white blouse. her light brown hair is pulled back into a simple pony tail. Very plain, almost like she’s trying not to be noticed. Fucking terrorist.

Sol, is talking to her in his crappy italian, then crappier spanish. Her eyes light up a little with his spanish, but she seems just as lost as before.

“What’s her passport say”? I ask.

“Portugal” Sol says.

“Make sure she doesn’t speak english” I tell Sol.

He looks at her with his serious face and say’s “We’re gonna rape the shit outta you”.

No response. Good she’s either deaf, understands english and has good self control or doesn’t understand english.

“I’ll wand her, you do the book”. I say.

Sol gets the book off the counter and starts talking to her quoting the airport menu of the week and the racing form, and anything else he can think of while pointing out meaningless references to the “vacation and sick day use” manual that was left in the interrogation room. I get the wand and meaninglessly “wand” her making the thing beep like crazy.

I put the wand down and motion for her to stand, she does. I have her turn away from me to face the wall and place her hands in the convenient yellow circles painted there. I make a show of putting on a latex glove in front of her and give her a menacing look. I go over the outside of her clothes, getting a nice layout of her body. I “accidentally” brush her left tit with the back of my hand and feel the resistance of her full, fleshy tit against it.

I kneel down behind her and run my hands up her legs, nice and firm as I squeeze them both from the inside. Pigeon winces and try’s to avoid the groping, but keeps her hands in the circles. I paw her ass and enjoy the cushiony feel of her ample but not flabby butt cheeks. She’s wearing simple cotton panties that I’ll take home as a souvenir.

I interrupt Sol’s rambling bus schedule and book routine by saying “Show her your car keys”.

Sol grins and complies, he likes the “car keys” too.

Meanwhile, this bitch is confused, offended and maybe terrified. If she’s not terrified now, she’ll be later. I check the ever present status board and determine that we have enough time to play before we dump Pigeon back on the plane.

With my hands, I motion for Pigeon to remove her blouse. She looks hesitant, but complies. Crappy, cheap, Kmart cotton bra and panties combo, $ 3.99. Nice tits, full, 34ish. I motion for her to take off her skirt, she does so as if expecting this to happen. I motion for her to turn slowly for inspection. I like her butt. I can see her camel toed pussy lips and where her panties rode up her ass crack on one side. When she steps I can see the fat in her leg, thigh, ass shift and move. Hot.

Sol shows her the car keys again and shakes them with emphasis. Pigeon looks lost as she covers her boobs and pussy with her hands. With my gloved hand I hold her by the hair and pull her head back to open her mouth. With my free hand I take my baton and show her the business end, then carefully, I touch her teeth with the blunt end of the baton. She understands now, no biting.

I feel around inside her pretty mouth with my fingers, under and the sides of her tongue, slick with spit. I make her gag with my fingers and do it a little longer than necessary, enjoying it. I pick up the baton again and insert it. I tilt her head up to allow the baton to enter the very back of her throat and jack the baton off in her mouth. I can see it interferes with her breathing when it’s too deep. Pigeon is crying now as I withdraw the spit-slickened baton. I let her sit.

I motion for her to remove her bra and, scared now, she does so without any reservation. I motion for her to stand and remove her panties, she hesitates, then, staring at me, drops her simple cotton panties on the floor, never looking away from me.

“Jeezus…” Sol says. I see what he means. Hairy pussy, not trimmed except away from her bikini line and off her legs, otherwise, no trimming at all. Didn’t see THAT under those panties. Most women, even skanks, oldsters, fatties, preggos, mormons, whatever, will shave the bush. Usually only european babes will sport the 70’s porno bush like this.

I turn her around, and before she knows what happened, cuff her hands behind her back. This brings a wild look from her, fear of what’s next. What ever it is, she’s helpless to do anything about it. I position her against a metal table while Sol uses a manacle on her ankles, she’s now tied to the table by her feet. I reach up and grab the rope Sol tied to a ring in the ceiling. I loop the rope around the cuffs and pull it tight. This brings Pigeon up with her arms behind her, bending her forward over the table, but she can’t rest her head on it because the rope isn’t long enough. She can’t lift her legs to allow her head to reach the table because of the manacles. Not only is she helpless, she’s uncomfortable as hell, completely immobilized and scared.

I get down on my knees behind her at ass level and part her nice fleshy ass cheeks to see her butthole. Nice. Not hairy like her pussy. I play with her pliant cheeks and bounce them a little. I stick my face into her ass and lick her pussy hole. Clean, almost like soap, “no gravy on the fry’s”. Must have showered just before the flight.

I lick her asshole as I pry her cheeks apart hard, she winces at this and resists, too late now, Pigeon. I tongue fuck her and slobber into her ass crack, licking the whole crack from the small of her back to her pussy in long full strokes. I run my hand up her leg with my thumb extended. As I near her cunt, I insert my thumb into it and start thumb fucking her hard as I continue to eat her ass and pussy from behind.