The Newest Micro-Division Of The TSA Is The Dingle-Berry Patrol
CHAD HASN’T BEEN KEEPING HIS TAINT CLEAN
Just as two Stewardesses are walking by, Lisa says to Chad, “I’m thinking about getting a job, a career. You know, something I can be proud of.”
He replies, “That’s another stupid idea of yours Lisa. You’re just a ditzy blond with pouty lips that has only three purposes, each of which involves a hole for me to stick my cock in.”
Shocked and hurt, Lisa says, “Chad, how can you say that? I’m more than just a thing for you to fuck.”
“I’m sorry. You’re right. I also need you to cook, clean and do my laundry. Plus, I almost forgot, with your firm ass, I have someplace to put my beer.”
Sitting there speechless and starting to cry, Lisa just doesn’t know what to do anymore. She did love Chad, once, a long time ago, but now she’s just stuck in a loveless relationship based only on sex. Sex that she doesn’t even enjoy anymore.
Getting up to go to the bathroom and wipe her tears, Chad sternly asks, “Where are you going? I didn’t say you could go anywhere. Sit down, Lisa.”
“But I have to pee!”
“I told you to piss before we left home. Now you can just wait. Sit the fuck back down.”
Squirming in her seat, “Chad, I need to go, now.”
“Deal with it, Lisa. Now shut up so I can rest.”
Unable to hold it any longer, Lisa can feel the warmth inside her panties growing a tiny bit at a time.
Just then, two officers in dark blue are being dragged toward the couple by a very excited beagle, also in dark blue. One officer says, “Buster, Find!”
Buster glances first at Lisa, who could have sworn he just winked at her? Can a dog wink? Is that even possible? Buster switches his interest to Chad. With his nose pointing right at Chad, his tail pops up straight and stiff.
“Sir, we’re going to need you to stand up.”
“What the hell for? I don’t have any drugs.”
“We’re not looking for drugs, sir.” Pointing at his patch, he adds, “We’re from the DBPS. So, if you could just stand up, Buster can finish his inspection, and then, if everything checks out, we’ll be on our way.”
Lisa comments, “Chad, you should probably do what they say.”
Chad replies, “You should probably shut the fuck up, while this dipshit tells me what the hell the DBPS is?”
The second officer steps in to say, “First off, Chad, you need to calm down or you will be taking a trip you didn’t plan on. Secondly, the DBPS is a Micro-Division of the TSA. We are the Dingle-Berry Patrol Squad and take our responsibilities very seriously. Now stand up.”
Very frustrated, Chad stands up and replies, “Dingle-Berries? Do you mean those tiny pieces of shit that get intertwined in someone’s ass hair? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you see this suit I’m wearing? It costs more than you make in a year! You think someone in a suit like this has dingle-berries?”
Buster stuffs his snout into the ass side of Chad’s pants, takes a sniff and his tail starts to wag wildly. The officer says, “Sir, you need to come in back with us for a full inspection of your ass, balls, taint, and inner thighs.”
“No. I’m not going anywhere with you!” Chad smacks Buster hard enough to make him whine. “Get the hell away from me!”
“Face down on the ground! Right now!”
“NO! FUCK YOU!”
The Taser hits Chad a second later, causing him to piss himself, before falling face down on the ground. The handcuffs are closed five seconds later, and in less than twenty seconds, he’s being tossed onto a luggage cart and taken away for his dingle-berry inspection.
One of the two Stewardesses that walked by earlier, picks up Chad’s wallet, ticket, passport, and carry-on. Stuffing all the loose items inside the bag. The second Stewardess helps Lisa up and grabs her carry-on before adding, “The closest bathroom is this way.”
Lisa sees Chad, facedown on the cart, with his naked ass hanging out because Buster is riding along while pulling his pants off. The DBPS, Chad, Buster, and the cart all turn the corner, no longer in her sight.
As quickly as they attempted to get Lisa to the bathroom, it still wasn’t fast enough. Unable to control herself, Lisa, knowing she doesn’t have a change of clothing in her carry-on, starts to sob.
“Maisie, you help her out of her clothing and get her cleaned up. I’ll be right back with something for her to wear.”
Lisa says, “Thank you for being so nice to me Maisie, and . . .”
“Samantha, my name is Samantha. You can just call me Sam. I’ll be right back.”
After Lisa takes her skirt and panties off, and she washes herself, Maisie starts to unbutton Lisa’s blouse.
“Um, I just wet my panties and skirt . . . I don’t think I need to take my shirt off also?”
With one hand slipping inside of Lisa’s blouse, her other hand reaches behind her head and pulls her in for the kiss that changes her life. Maisie ever so lightly and gently caresses Lisa’s breast as she continues to kiss her neck.
From just these few seconds of touches and kindness, Lisa feels more sexual pleasure than she has in years. Sam returns carrying a folded-up blue and yellow uniform with matching yellow leather gloves.
Seeing that Maisie has started without her, Sam locks the door, puts down the uniform, and joins in on the love and caring embraces of Lisa. The next half hour leads to Lisa getting more orgasms than she’s had in years.
All three of her holes were being used and enjoyed by Maisie, Sam, and even herself. The third time the Janitor banged on the door, asking if everything is alright, Sam decided they needed to get moving.
“Here, put this on. You’re going to look so fucking hot in it Lisa.”
“But I’m not a Stewardess?”
Slapping her on her ass, Maisie adds, “You are today Lisa, you are today.”
As she’s getting dressed, Lisa comments, “I can’t believe my luck at having the DBPS show up at just that moment. Had they not shown up, I never would have met you two . . . and had the most excitement I’ve had . . . ever!”
Maisie replies, “It wasn’t luck.”
“What?” Says Lisa.
Sam adds, “And the DBPS isn’t an actual thing. Those were our boyfriends in their Halloween costumes and Buster, my dog.”
Maisie says, “Now let’s get you on your flight.”
Lisa asks, “To Dallas?”
“Nope, you’re going to Italy with us.”
With one of them on each side of Lisa, along with the two carry-ons in tow, they fast walk her right past Chad, who’s on his hands and knees, swearing up a storm and looking under the seat where he last had his wallet.
Just as he turns in their direction, Sam quickly slaps a pilot hat on Lisa and pulls it down to partially cover her eyes. Getting back to his feet, he kicks the seat and yells, “THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!”
He’s right in front of Airport Security, who has a fresh and ready Taser pointed in his direction. The Guard says, “Sir, you need to calm down.”
“AND YOU CAN GO FU . . .” {ZAPPPPPPP!}
Lisa can’t help but giggle as she hears Chad’s body hit the floor hard for a second time in a little over an hour. She can only assume he’s being taken away again, this time by Airport Security.
After introducing Lisa to the rest of the crew as a Stewardess in training and going through all the lift-off SOPs, Maisie and Sam introduce her to further inflight entertainment.
A fresh pair of panties isn’t part of their uniforms, so Lisa was forced to go without any. This made the random bits of attention she was getting, that much easier to give and receive. In the middle of their giggles and tiny gasps of pleasure, Rose, the head Stewardess enters the front galley to catch Maisie’s hand up the front of Lisa’s skirt.
“New girl. I need to see you in the rear galley, right now.”
Knowing her fun is over, Lisa quietly thanks Maisie and Sam for the best time she’s had in years. Wanting her moments of freedom to last as long as possible, she slowly walks to the back galley. Entering to see only Rose, redheaded Rose, who’s still pretty hot for her age, signally to Lisa to close the door.
Lisa closes the door and says, “I can explain . . .”
Rose stops Lisa by signally her to be quiet. She moves her hand below Lisa’s tight blue skirt, before slowly coming up to find just how wet Lisa has become. Rose’s fingers glide along her wetness, before being brought back into the light of day, leaving Lisa shuddering and weak in her knees.
Never breaking eye contact, Rose brings her fingers to her mouth, to taste Lisa’s juices. Giving Lisa a kiss and a taste of her own flavor, Rose says, “Welcome aboard. If you need anything, just let me know.”
Rose turns and leaves Lisa in shock. A minute later, Maisie comes in with Sam and asks, “What happened, are you ok Lisa?”
Lisa replies, “Everything’s just fine. I think I want to be a Stewardess.”
Sam comments, “Lisa, you can be anything you want to be.”
Chad screams at Security, “My name is Chad Stevens! I lost my ID and passport when the Dingle-Berry Patrol Squad and their dog Buster Tasered me and took me into the janitor’s closet to inspect my taint! You have to believe me!”
“So, he has no ID? Was swearing in public and trying to damage Airport property? Plus, no luggage, not even a carry-on?”
Yanking even harder on his cuffs, “Oh my god! My carry-on! It was full of cash! Did you find it? It has my life savings in it! You fuckers need to let me go! NOW!”
“Sorry . . . Chad. But you’re going to have to wait here until . . . Doctor Joe can make it in. His flight is delayed right now, but he’ll make it eventually.
Absolutely floored by what they are seeing, Sam and Maisie stare into Lisa’s carry-on packed full of cash.
“Chad doesn’t trust banks, so he keeps and carries all his cash with him everywhere he goes.”
Giggling, Maisie adds, “It seems . . . not everywhere.”
Sam asks Lisa, “Mind if we put in for an extended layover in Italy with you?”
Lisa replies, “I was just about to suggest that.”
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