College Student Strip Search

I thought I'd take a break from the world of the Secular Church of Acceptance and try something a little different. All characters are 18 or over. I hope you enjoy!

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College Trip Strip Search

I tried to read an article on my phone, but I found myself going over and over the same paragraph. The real focus of my attention was Mila, one of my college students, but I was desperate not to reveal that. I was terrified that someone would notice my furtive glances, but I was finding it impossible to keep my eyes off her as she chatted, smiling and giggling, with a few other girls and several young men.

She was the only first-year student on the excursion that year, but her second and third-year peers had accepted her with open arms, and she appeared to have quickly become very popular, especially with the boys. It was easy to see why -- she seemed very down-to-Earth; her smile and laugh were infectious; she was heart-achingly beautiful, and she was the only girl on the expedition who was bold enough to go braless. Indeed, she wore a cute white crop top through which her nipples were clearly definable, and one could even discern the faint darkness of her areolae.

It was those sublime little peaks that so effortlessly captured my gaze and rendered me utterly unable to think of anything else. I wondered If I was supposed to reprimand her for her ludicrously sexy choice of clothing, but I wasn't sure if there was even a dress code for the students to abide by. In any case, I certainly didn't want to deprive the world of the stunning display.

My group of students and professors was queueing to pass through airport security, and as we zigzagged between the belt barriers, I alternated between having her right in front of me and being painfully denied a clean line of sight. I saw many of the boys drinking in her glorious image, but I also noticed many strangers fixing their gazes on her, and I felt a curious urge to protect her, though I knew I was no better than them.

I raised my eyebrows when one of the boys she was chatting with casually groped her breast, gently squeezing it before she slapped his hand away with a laugh. Another student pinched the pert nipple of her other breast, and she giggled as she tried to flick his crotch. There was more laughter as others joined in and she fended them off with energetic whips of her wrists. She hollered victoriously over the shrieks of pain when a few of her strikes connected with her targets, but she was only able to defend against so many groping hands, and she ended up receiving a full-blown chest massage.

I suddenly realised she was grinning cheekily at me, and I was horrified that the expression of stern disapproval I had tried to adopt had morphed into nothing more than a lecherous stare. I cursed myself for not putting a stop to the unruly behaviour when I should have. In truth, I hadn't wanted it to stop.

'Alright, that's enough, guys,' I heard her say as I averted my gaze in shame. 'Professor Garrett is watching.'

'I wasn't expecting such disrespectful behaviour from my students,' I said, praying that my semi-erection wasn't visible through my chinos.

There was a half-hearted chorus of 'sorry sir' from the rowdy gaggle, but they all retained their gleeful smiles -- apart from those who were still reeling from their testicle flicks.

'I think they've learnt their lesson, sir,' said Mila with a half-smile, her beautiful eyes fleetingly acknowledging the bulge in my trousers.

'You can talk to me if you want to make a complaint,' I said, willing my cock to soften.

'It's alright -- we were just playing!'

I wanted to ask if I could play, but I just nodded and turned away to hide my treacherous phallus.

Through sheer willpower, I managed to keep my eyes off her for the next several minutes until it was her turn to pass through the metal detector. It bleeped, and a security officer began to pat her down, going through the usual motions before pausing at her buttocks, at which point he furrowed his brow and said something quietly to her. She pointed at me.

'Excuse me, sir,' said the officer, 'are you responsible for this young lady?'

'Yes,' I said, 'is there a problem?'

'Could you please join us? We're going to need to conduct a more thorough check.'

'Why's that?' I said as I pushed through the queue.

'She may have something inside her,' said the officer, moving her to the side and motioning for his colleague to keep the queue flowing. 'If you could please hold her wrists above her head, I'll commence the inspection.'

Mila twisted to look back and give me an embarrassed smile as I took her delicate wrists and raised them toward the ceiling. Without warning, the officer raised her crop top and her flawless tits fell out for all to see.

'Is that necessary?' I said in astonishment, pulling her against my body so that I could peer over her shoulder as the man gently gripped the soft peaks. I hoped I looked like a concerned guardian rather than a horny teenager. 'I'm sure you could already see she was hiding nothing under there.'

'We can never be too vigilant,' said the officer, lifting the girl's breasts to check beneath them, as though she could possibly have hidden anything under those barely formed creases. 'Anyway, all clear here.' He gave them a playful squeeze before releasing them. 'She's very well behaved.'

'I'm sure she doesn't want to risk not getting on her flight,' I said as he unceremoniously lifted her tiny skirt, evoking a gasp and some cheers from the queuing onlookers.

Mila looked up at me again with big eyes as my cock twitched against the small of her back, and I hurriedly pulled away, holding her at arm's length. I was acutely aware that many in the crowd were videoing the scene on their phones, and I tried to angle my body to hide my unruly body part.

'Shouldn't we go somewhere more private?' I said, trying not to look down at her neat little butt.

'I'm afraid we no longer have the facilities since the latest round of cost-cutting.' The officer patted Mila's perfect, naked buttocks. 'Here's the offending item.'

I looked down and gaped in astonishment. 'Mila, what the--'

'They dared me!' she said, blushing furiously while her fellow students -- only a few metres away -- tried to suppress their giggles. 'I didn't think it would--'

'As you can see, it's metal,' said the officer, tugging at an object protruding from her anus which pulsated slightly with the movement. 'So, obviously, it would've set off the alarm.'

'So, uh... can she just go through now?' I said, struggling to control my thoughts.

'I'm sorry, but we're going to have to make sure there's nothing else in there.'

'There's nothing else in there!' said Mila, her voice rising in pitch. 'I'm sorry! I won't do it again!'

The officer took her arms, swiftly cuffed them behind her back and bent her over a table. 'We need to ensure her compliance. I want you to grip the nape of her neck -- firmly but not too hard -- and make sure she stays in this position.'

'She's been very compliant so far,' I said. 'Are you sure--'

'We have to do it by the book, I'm afraid.' He gestured expectantly, waiting for me to oblige.

'I promise there's nothing else in there,' said Mila, sounding more resigned now.

I felt sorry for the girl -- her breasts were still exposed and pressed against the hard surface, and all her peers surely had a picture of her impaled arse and juicy pussy -- but I found myself doing the man's bidding and pinning her securely against the tabletop. He had me lift her leg and rest it on the table, straightening it to form a ninety-degree angle with her balancing leg, and I couldn't help but stroke the smooth skin of the slender limb, from the upper thigh to her dainty ankle. I tried to reason with myself that my caress was merely an attempt to soothe her, but I knew that I was now driven purely by lust.

'She's entirely in our control now,' said the officer, 'as long as you keep hold of that ankle and her neck.' He rubbed a blob of lubricant into his fingers. 'Now, this is an invasive procedure, so be prepared in case she struggles.'

I watched, dumbfounded, as he cupped her smooth mons and swirled his jelly-coated thumb over her labia until her entire pussy was glistening with the slippery substance. Her lips parted and closed with each pass of the busy digit, offering brief glimpses of the pink flesh within, and I gave up any hope that my raging erection would subside anytime soon. It lurched when the officer used his free hand to slip two fingers inside the alluring passage, sliding in and out with businesslike efficiency as he searched for foreign objects.

'Nothing in here,' he said over the girl's pitiful whimpering. 'The object inside her rectum definitely has the profile of an anal plug.'

I was hypnotised by the flanged base of the sex toy waggling gently as the man fiddled with the main part of it inside Mila's vaginal cavity, his two fingers buried to the knuckles. She gasped and jolted in my grasp as her anus suddenly dilated, the bulbous body popping out a little, evidently being pushed from inside by the officer.

'It's a substantial plug,' he said, letting the toy plunge back inside, the stretched sphincter closing around the narrow neck. 'It fills her rectum quite thoroughly.'

'Are you going to remove it?' I said as his embedded digits continued to manipulate the object, almost fucking her with it. I couldn't believe how aroused I was by the obscene display.

'I think it's safe to do so,' said the man, retracting his glinting fingers and pulling at the base of the plug. He was still cupping her mons, and his thumb continued to explore the folds of her slick labia, though it had begun to focus more on her clit which now protruded enticingly from its hood.

'Do you really need to do that?' I said, nodding at the animated digit.

'It's less of an ordeal for the receiver of the inspection if she can derive some pleasure from it.' He glanced at my bulging crotch. 'Do you want to take over?'

My conscience told me to scold the man for his ludicrous suggestion. 'What, me? Well, I--'

'I'll secure her, and you'll have a free hand.'

I was ashamed to put up no resistance as he replaced my hand at the nape of the girl's neck, but the sight of her proffered vulva was irresistible, and I found myself tentatively caressing her delicate and sensitive genitals. I tightened my grip on her ankle as she squirmed, and I watched in a daze as the officer slowly withdrew the plug and her anus stretched tauter.

'It'll be over soon, Mila,' I said, my fingers slipping in her juices as well as the synthetic lubricant. 'Do you promise to behave if I let go of your leg?'

'Yes, Professor Garrett, I promise,' she said between ragged breaths.

'I wouldn't advise you do that,' said the officer as Mila's sphincter strained around the widest part of the toy.

'She's a good girl,' I said, releasing her ankle and giving her bare bottom a comforting rub and squeeze. 'Aren't you, Mila?'

'Yes, Professor,' she said, her foot remaining obediently planted on the table.

Some clear fluid pulsed from her engorged pussy into the palm of my hand as the butt plug fell out of her, and before her puckering orifice could close completely, the officer sunk the same two fingers into her depths and began to rummage inside her rectum. I pinched her clit, admiring its pebble-like stiffness as her pelvis began to writhe, her little body enchanting me with its rhythmic contortions.

Mila appeared to have become quite oblivious to her captivated audience of fellow students and passengers, and she started to pant as the officer energetically explored her innards, her movements becoming more and more erratic and her bleating increasing in pitch. More and more of her lubricious nectar pulsed forth as I lightly tugged at her little love bud -- it looked almost painfully swollen, and I imagined it throbbing furiously as I teased it.

I watched with envy as the man raided my student's bowel with unbridled enthusiasm, and I felt a growing urge to join the fray. I slid my fingers along her slit, letting them glide to and fro between the lips and gathering a generous helping of her juices before plunging into her depths. I felt the officer's fingers vigorously probing the neighbouring passage, and I alternated my movements with his, slipping deeper as he withdrew and pulling out as he delved inside. He dropped his professional demeanour momentarily and smirked at me as our exploring digits danced together and jostled her innards.

Mila cried out, causing a hush to fall over the crowd, and a deluge of crystal juices burst forth, drenching my hand and splashing to the floor. The officer and I continued to ransack her insides as though we might yet find some incriminating evidence, and she wailed and bucked helplessly as another jet saturated my trouser leg. I dodged the next stream, letting it -- and subsequent ones -- patter noisily by my feet. The audience was thrilled; every phone camera was pointed at my student's glistening genitals, and I no longer cared that my raging erection was immediately obvious, straining urgently against its confines.

The officer withdrew his glinting digits from her beleaguered bowel. 'She's clear. We're going to need some towels.'

I let mine linger inside her. 'Ah, if you're sure you're happy...'

'I've been very thorough,' he said, wiping his fingers on her little bottom and releasing her from the handcuffs.

I savoured one final caress of her soft, tender innards before reluctantly pulling out. 'You've done very well, Mila, good girl.'

'Thank you, Professor,' she said with a faint tremble as she finally lowered her leg from the tabletop.

I helped her upright -- she seemed exhausted.

'Don't forget your toy!' said the officer, pushing her back onto the table and lifting her legs. He met my gaze and nodded toward the plug. 'Can't leave it lying around like that.'

I looked from the officer to the toy to Mila's exhibited genitals. 'You want me to--'

'Get some of her juices on it,' said the officer, forcing the girl to lie back as he spread her legs in the air. 'It should slip in nice and easy.'

'I don't mind just putting it in my bag,' said Mila, watching me tentatively pick up the bulbous object.

'I've always had a policy of placing things back where I found them,' said the officer as I rolled the phallic toy among her slick labia.

'It probably wouldn't be very hygienic to put it in your bag,' I said, feeling the plug begin to glide more freely against the delicate lips as it gained a healthy sheen.

Mila peered between her pert nipples at my busy hand. 'I could put it in a plastic--oh!'

I pushed the sizeable girth inside, and my cock throbbed as I watched her pussy stretch and swallow the glistening bulb. I turned and twisted it to gather more of her slippery fluids, pulling it out and dipping it back in for good measure, and I had to summon all my willpower to refrain from discarding it and sinking my own primed dick into those secret depths.

The officer snorted. 'I meant use the puddle she made on the table, but that'll do too.'

'Oh, of course,' I said giving Mila's naked breast an apologetic squeeze and withdrawing the plug.

'I don't mind, Professor,' she said, passively observing as I palpated the soft flesh.

'Ready?' I said, squashing both breasts together in one hand.

Mila nodded and smiled encouragingly. She closed her eyes and breathed through her mouth as I pressed her butt plug into her anus -- her sphincter dilated smoothly, happily accommodating the widest point before abruptly sucking the remainder inside. I gave it a couple of light tugs and smiled as I felt the clenching anal muscles jealously pull it back into her rectum.

'All done,' I said, giving her soft chest a congratulatory rub and enjoying the feel of her rubbery nipples against the palm of my hand. 'Go enjoy some duty-free shopping!'

Mila was finally allowed to close her long legs and dismount the table. She stood looking up at me with an awkward expression.

'You're free to go!' I said, gently tugging her still exposed nipples.

'I know,' she said, glancing at the bulge in my trousers, 'but I feel bad.'

'Why's that?' I said, absently fondling her delightful tits.

'Well...' She watched for a moment as I playfully manipulated her chest. 'You gave me an orgasm, but... I didn't return the favour.'

'It's alright, Mila,' I said, pulling her little top down to cover her breasts. 'I enjoyed the experience a lot more than I should have. We should leave it at that.'

'I'd like to show you my appreciation,' she said, looking unsure of herself for a moment before committing and grabbing my hard shaft.

I gently pushed her arm away and looked around at the last few lingering students -- they made an unconvincing show of minding their own business. 'Thank you, but I can't have sexual relations with my students. I'll get in trouble!'

Mila looked disappointed. 'Okay, I understand.'

I slipped my hand under her crop top as she started to turn away, unable to resist one last feel. 'My door will always be open if you want to drop by and talk about your studies, though. I have a room to myself, so we can talk at any hour you wish without annoying anyone.'

She grinned mischievously and stood on her toes to give me a quick peck on the cheek. 'I'd appreciate some extra help with my studies -- thank you, Professor Garrett.'

As she began to move away, I imagined myself grabbing and pushing her to her knees and feeding my aching cock into her gullet. That wouldn't have gone down too well with the college, though, or indeed anyone else. It was one thing to help a security officer carry out an intimate inspection, but it was quite another to face fuck someone in the middle of an airport.

It would be impossible to get her out of my head for the rest of the day, and the sexual tension would be unbearable, but I could at least hope that she would indeed pay me a little visit once we had settled into our hotel rooms for the evening. With that thought, I smiled to myself and rejoined the queue.