“Excuse me miss, can you come with me?” the security guard asked Alia Bhatt as she stood in line at the LA airport with her mother.The guard wasn’t all too impressive, being of average height and build. He was dressed in a typical security outfit, but had nothing to go along with it. No gun, no cuffs, not even a night stick. Alia, however, was something more to behold. She was dressed casually, wearing low cut blue jeans and a tight brown tee that showed off her smooth stomach and wonderful breasts.
Her hair was cut short and styled wildly, part of her new “rock” image. She had all her weight shifted onto her left hip, accentuating her curves even more.
“Is there something wrong, uh, Sam?” she asked, glancing at his ID tag. “It’s just a random search. Sorry to inconvenience you, but I have to.” She sighed and followed him out of line, her mother right behind, not wanting to be separated. Sam asked her to just wait while they work this out. Alia sat her bag on the search table and the security agent began to dig through it. “You know, I’m quite a fan of yours.” She smiled at that, but looked quite impatient. He got down to the bottom of her bag and found her underwear. There were two bras and matching thongs. Sam gently rubbed them in between his fingers, the thought of them having touched her most sensual parts getting him aroused. “To be honest, I wasn’t supposed to pick you, but I just couldn’t pass an opportunity to meet you.” “What? Ugh, that’s crap. I can’t believe this, another obsessive loser.” This caught Sam off guard. He certainly didn’t expect this kind of reaction, and for a moment panic set in. Before she could raise more of a fuss, he reacted. Eying something in her bag, Sam grabbed up a pair of tweezers and thrust them in Alia’s face.”Is this yours? Please come with me.” Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her into a closed search room as she quietly protested. He led her in and locked the door. With no window, they’d have total privacy. “I’m going to have to perform a more thorough search. Please remove your shoes, pants and shirt.” A look of shock shot over her face at this.
“Excuse me? This is bullshi-” “I’M SORRY miss, but I have to do this to protect my country from any enemies, both foreign and domestic.” He never spouted such bull in his life. All Sam wanted was an eyeful of that gorgeous body.
“Fine!” She kicked off her sandals and sighed as she began to pull her shirt over her head. Sam stared intently; he was in utter heaven. Alia Bhatt was stripping right in front of his eyes! Her tight abs stretched as she raised her arms, and soon Sam finally laid eyes on a lacey black bra holding up those luscious mounds of flesh. She tossed the shirt onto the metal table in the middle of the small room, and proceeded to unbutton her jeans. The unimpressive guard took in as much as he could as she slid them down to her ankles and off her feet. She had those small bumps on the side of her hips where her pelvis bones protruded. Sam longed so much to run his hands over them on the way down those lovely legs. Hugging those amazing hips was a black thong that rode right up between her perfect bubble butt. She stood there looking back at Sam for a bit, all the while he stood gawking at her amazing petite body. “Getting a good look?” Sam snapped back to attention and had her put her hands on the table, in a pat-down position. He moved up behind her and took in another eyeful of her ass. He ran his hands along the back of the bra, moving forward and around to her breasts, gently feeling them through the lacey material. It was obvious Alia was getting really pissed off. “Just checking for contraband,” Sam quickly stated to justify copping a feel. Sam took in a deep breath and could smell a fruity body spray on her. “I need to check for any hidden items,” he said, unhooking her bra and sliding it down over her shoulders. Alia could be heard muttering “God damn it” under her breath as this stranger checked inside her bra. Satisfied that nothing was being smuggled there, the guard bent down so he was eye level with her round ass. Hooking his thumbs in the sides of her thong, Sam slowly worked them down to her ankles, enjoying every moment of this. All of the sudden he stopped. “Holy shit, she was shaved!” he thought to himself. The thongs were a bit kinky, but in the least bit never expected this. Temptation flooded over him as he began to grow stiff in his pants. Alia’s pussy was a light pink, and looked very tight. So many people all over the world would kill to be in this position. He had come this far, why not go all the way? Sam leaned forward and gently flicked his tongue over the lips of her pussy, a small taste reaching his tongue.
“Whoa, what the fuck?! Fuck this!” Alia yanked up her panties and bolted for the door. Sam quickly pursued, but she got to it before he could stop her. She jostled the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Realizing that it locked from the inside, she started screaming. “Help, someone get me the fuck out of here!” Sam walked up behind her, a look of amusement on his face. “These rooms are soundproof. We interview probable terrorists in here. You don’t get out unless I let you out. Do you want out?” “Of course!” “Okay then, calm down. I’ll let you out on one condition: I’m going to fuck you in any way I want. And before you respond, consider this. Your mother is still out there. If I could get you into this situation, imagine where she could end up. I could send you right back to India, or worse. How about Laos or Cambodia? Hrm?” A look of defeat washed over Alia and she sighed. “Good. Now go back over to the table and take off your panties.” Sam watched her slide the thong back down her legs and step out of them. He gently picked her up and propped her up on the table. Goosebumps spread over her thighs as her butt hit the cold table. “Now remember to do everything I say. I’m going to kiss you and it better be damn good.” With that the bold fan approached her and locked his lips with hers.
Enjoying the strawberry gloss on them, he brought his hands up to explore her luscious breasts, beginning by gently squeezing and kneading them. He parted her lips with his tongue and pushed forward to find hers. They met and danced in dizzying spirals. A tingle shot through Sam’s body, his cock throbbing more and more from the sensations. Alia felt something too, but pushed it out of her mind. Sam then pinched her tiny protruding nipples, feeling them become hard in his fingers. Alia may not have been enjoying this, but her body sure as hell was. The question though was just how much? Wanting to find out, Sam broke off the kiss and worked his tongue down her long neck. He moved his mouth to her right breast and placed a few kisses on it. “God, I love your tits!” he exclaimed as his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and nibbling on it. He switched to her left breast, his hands resting on the starlet’s smooth thighs. “Do you like me sucking you your tits?”
“No I don’t!” She blurted, gaining some confidence back.”Yes you do!” he quickly retorted, exuding some authority and watched the confidence fade as quickly as it came. “You love it when I suck on your tits.” “I love it when you suck on my tits,” she replied with the crushed sound back in her voice. There was a smile of victory on Sam’s face as he proceeded down her tight tummy, tonguing her belly button. With encouragement from her inspector, Alia eased herself down and lied back on the table. Sam kneeled down and grasped her left ankle, thinking to himself about just how long he had admired these legs, and now here they were, in the flesh, his to do with as he pleased. He began by rubbing and massaging her calf, the muscles of her leg clinching under his hands. Next came in his mouth, kissing and tonguing the length up to her knee. Alia felt her legs being pushed apart, and Sam saw his prize up ahead. He moved up the inside of her tender thigh, finally reaching the goal, and inhaled the sweet smell. It was becoming more obvious that Alia’s body was reacting more to this stranger, but this was just the beginning. Sam’s tongue ran up the bald lips of her pussy, and a small chirp escaped from her lips as the warm tongue grazed over her clit. Sam smirked, realizing she was losing her ability to resist. He parted Alia’s pussy lips and darted his tongue inside her, tasting the sweet nectar. It wriggled around, exploring the inside of her walls. Alia couldn’t stop a heavy sigh as she felt a surge of pleasure come from the pearl Sam was sucking on. He looked up and saw her, eyes closed and face clinched; trying to deny the joy he was giving to the young actress. He continued to dine on her sweet peach, taking in every site, experiencing every sensation, memorizing every moment. Finally he decided it was his turn. Sam stood up and removed his shirt. Alia sat up gaining back her resistance now that the guard had left her sweet spot. “Get up,” Sam ordered as he moved to the edge of the table. “Now take my dick out.” She kneeled down and undid the belt buckle and unzipped his pants, already bulging from a hard-on. She slid them down along with his boxers, causing his dick to spring free. There it was, his hot seven inches hovering so close her face. “Now what do you want to do?” She simply stared up at him blackly, not wanting to respond. Sam repeated himself with more emphasis. “What do you want to do?” “I want to suck your dick.” Sam smiled at the quiet response, but he knew he could get more out of her.
“Beg for it.”
Alia looked shocked for a moment, but suddenly something welled up inside her and she lost control. “Please Sam, may I suck your big cock?” It sounded sincere to Sam, but he thought it must just be acting. He gave her permission, and man did she suck his dick. She took the tip into her mouth and sucked down on it. The feeling shot down his cock and up his spine, driving the bold fan wild. She slid farther down the shaft, her tongue working on the bottom of his cock. “Look up at me.” Sam gazed into her sparkling brown eyes as her full, puckered lips took in more of him. She worked herself up and down it at a mild, steady pace. After every few strokes she’d pop the dick out of her mouth and run her tongue up and down the shaft and flick it across the tip. Then she’d shove his meat right back in her mouth. It wasn’t too long before Sam’s balls were on the edge of bursting. He was so tempted to let his sperm splatter on the back of her throat, but decided against it. He just had to have more. “Whoa whoa. okay back up on the table.” As they switched positions again, Sam tore the rest of his clothes off. Alia didn’t seem to be fighting any more. Sam turned to find her lying back on the table, her legs spread, waiting for him. Sam moved in between them,his dick hovering inches away from her hole. It was time to mind fuck her some more.
“Oh God yes! Come on me! Blast me with your hot jizz!” With a grunt Sam finally released all the pressure that had built up. The load was humongous, the first four squirts splattering up and down her face.
The rest shot over her throat and tits. Finally drained of everything, he climbed off her and put on his clothes. Alia just lay there, exhausted from it all. Cum ran down her face into her hair as Sam initialed her paper to let her back in the US. Thinking it would definitely come in handy later,
Sam wrote down Alia’s address. He walked out of the room, proud and amazed he just had a mind blowing fuck with his favorite celebrity.