“Abia!” The TSA manager yells furiously. Abia drops her clipboard and dashes over to the office in the airport terminal. She nearly falls on her face after her foot gets caught on a long cable on the floor. She catches herself by grabbing a nearby chair and quickly pulling herself up.

She reaches the manager’s office. As soon as she opens the door she is greeted by her boss’s hard stare. Abia tightens up and grins nervously.

“Yes sir. What is it?” She bites her lip. Her boss a burly and gray man paces back and forward.

“You know why you are here at Glenberry airport?”

“Y-yes sir.” Shrugs sheepishly. “Th-thank you for accepting me after they sent me here.”

“You are lucky to even have a job. According to your boss at your old position at Inna De Poona.”

Abia smirks but quickly puts on a straight face.

“You were easily distracted and had a habit of saying inappropriate things.”

Abia doesn’t speak. Only nods shamefully.

“You also had a habit of conducting unnecessary searches of passengers and their luggage. You enjoyed pat downs a bit too much.”

Abia’s hands twitch uncontrollably.

“Under- underwear… I MEAN UNDERSTOOD! UNDERSTOOD!” Abia grins guiltily.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. Now go.”

“Th-th thank you sir.” Abia races out of the room.

She returns to her post watching the monitor at the x-ray machine. After she helps a sweet elderly couple through her focus is broken.

Abia’s eyes widen like dinner plates. She sees a strapping man approach the check point. He is wearing a brown blazer and has a white shirt underneath. His hair is dark brown and his eyes blue.

As he gets closer, she sees that he is much taller than her. Roughly around 6’2 while Abia stood at 5’4. He looks like the handsome secret agents from the movies Abia.

Abia gets weak in the knees. He places his suitcase on the conveyor belt and it goes through the x-ray scanner. When the man goes through the metal detector it begins to ring. The man mutters.

“Sorry about that.” He says embarrassed by hold up the line.

Willing at the opportunity to conduct the search Abia steps up and offers to take him apart.

“Sir cum…. I mean come this way.” She grins awkwardly.

“I’m sorry. I forgot to empty my belongings on the conveyor belt.” The man apologies.

“Sir… I’ll have to…. Search you.” Her month waters. The man follows her to a secluded area. When they reach the area, the man goes into a T pose for his pat down.

Abia begins her pat down by touch the mystery man’s face. He doesn’t flitch but is noticeable confused. While Abia enjoys getting a feel for the man’s face her hands descend. She feels the man’s arms which are firm and strong.

“Huh.” The passenger reacts to having his biceps caressed by the TSA agent.

Abia’s travel towards his chest.

So…. firm. Abia thinks while she enjoys feeling the man’s muscular pecs. She feels some metal and reaches inside to see what it is.

She pulls out a law enforcement badge that triggered the alarm.

Abia begins to sweat. She is trying to cop a feel on a FBI agent. She is gonna be in big trouble.

Shit I’m gonna get punished…. Punished for this. I’m so bad. Abia feels guilty but so turned on.

She puts the badge on a nearby table and resumes the pat down. Blinded by lust she continues her search in the man’s nether regions. Abia feels his cock underneath his pants. It is noticeable long and hard.

“Hey what?!…. Oh.” The man reacts to having his member fondled.

Abia jumps back.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” Abia apologies profusely. She sweats terrified of getting fired for her conduct towards a customer.

The man tries to calm down the panicking girl. Her manager barges in.

“What is going on here Abia?”

The man turns and faces the manager.

“Hello sir. I apologize this is my fault.” He quickly takes his badge form the table and flashes it at the manager who immediately goes from angry to terrified.

“Agent Bram Brosnan. I forgotten to disclose my badge and your TSA agent here caught my error. She was conducting a very thorough search. She is doing an excellent job sir.

The manager nods his head like a bobble head during an earthquake.

“Sir may you leave us.” Bram Brosnan requests and the manager obeys fleeing the scene.

“Th-th-thank you sir for covering for me.”

“There is nothing to cover for.” Bram gentle puts his hand on Abia’s shoulder.

“What is your name?”

“L.. L.. Labia.” Abia’s face goes tomato red from her Freudian Slip. “I MEAN ABIA. ABIA!” She tries to laugh off her mistake.

Bram seems amused rather than disgusted with her.

“Relax. You are doing fine.” His voice is gentle and powerful.

“I just got back from assignment abroad and I have no plans. What do you say I take you out this evening?”

Abia beams with excitement.

“Yes! Yes!” Abia shuts up before she makes a bigger scene.

“Thank you so much.”

“Hey you deserve a break today.” Bram playful nudges Abia and she nearly falls over.

“Would six o clock at Vinnie’s be good for you?”

“Yes sex. I MEAN Six! Six O Clock will be best for me! Hahaha!” Abia tells her date.

“You made no error. You know sex is the Latin word for six. The more you know.”

Bram takes his suit case and leaves.

After getting home from work at five. Abia frantically searches her closet to find a suitable outfit. The first outfit she pulls out is her Flarora outfit. A red flower top, light green dress and a transparent light-yellow scarf.

“I have some golden arm bracelets and armbands to go with this.” Abia shivers with excitement with how hot she will look in this. Then Abia looks down on herself and starts to feel insecure about herself.

“I would probably get into trouble trying to enter the restaurant with this top. It shows off way too much skin around her midriff.”

She puts it away and decides to go with her second choice. A more modest outfit. A sand-colored shirt with a black denim jacket. Plus, a long red dress that covers her legs.

Above the jacket she sees her old red hijab. It was a remainder of a life she had left behind. The headscarf seemed to call to her. Demanding to be worn

“Don’t a whore and cover up Abia!” Hears the voice of her furious parents in her head. She pulls away to get away from her nagging parents

“Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!”

Abia gets her clothes on quickly and gets going to Vinnie’s. She arrives at the restaurant shivering in fear.

“Hey.” A familiar voice says near the door.

“Bram! Uh uh uh Hi!” Abia says shyly grinning and tugging at her dress anxiously.

“Welcome. First time here?”

“Yes. I… don’t go out that often. Have you?”

“I have been here loads of time. You will not be disappointed.”

Abia closely follows Bram into Vinnie’s.

A waiter seats Bram and Abia. The restaurant is unlike anything Abia has ever seen before. A shiny and golden place. Filled with amazing smells. The aroma of Italian spices like oregano, parsley and basil come from the kitchen. Abia’s stomach begins to rumble load enough for Bram to hear.

“Good thing you saved your appetite.” Bram smiles.

Abia blushes and fidgets in her seat while looking at the menu.

“Everything looks so good.”

The waiter arrives to take their orders. He holds a bottle of wine.

“May I interest either of you with some wine?”

Bram checks out the bottle and asks for a glass. The waiter pours for both.

Oh my. If my parents found out they would be furious. Abia stares at the beautiful red liquid.

Abia orders the Bruschetta while Bram orders the Lasagna.

Abia takes her wine and meekly sips the wine. The smell is strong and the test is oaky and tart.

“So, Abia tell me about yourself?”

Abia blushes and almost chokes on her wine.

“Sorry I…. I often don’t talk about myself to others. Nobody seems to care much about what I like.”

“Well let’s change that.” Bram smiles at Abia. His smile is warm and welcoming.

“What would you like to know about me?” Abia asks.

“Lets begin off with something simple. What is your favorite phone app?”

“I like my music player. It helps me pass the time when I’m bored.”

“That’s nice I like to listen to music and documentaries when I’m working. It helps me past the time.” Abia perks up when she hears documentaries.

“Really. I love watching documentaries. I love to learn about new places. Since…..”

“Since what?” Bram inquires. There is a long pause as Abia struggles to speak.

“I…. had a very…. Sheltered upbringing.” Abia hangs her head. Bram nods.

“Oh, I get that.” Bram replies.

“Really? You do?” Abia looks up.

“Yeah, catholic upbringing in a rust belt town. All things that are remotely fun are forbidden. Would you like to talk about it?”

Abia’s heart feels light with relief.

“Oh, w-wow yes. I am not from this country. I came from far away. A place where there is no freedom for…. People like me.”

Bram is listening actively and nodding along.

“My p-parents wanted me to be perfect and pure for my future husband and to serve my family. Girls in my community who s-strained form the community morals and laws faced social rejection and ….. c-could lose their lives.” Painful memories overwhelm Abia.

“That is awful.” Bram’s sincerity comforts Abia. “How did you escape?

“Well. I r-ran away from home. I knew I had to leave once my parents arranged a marriage for me to a local man who was twice my age. S-so, I packed what little I had and stowed away on a plane to this country. I was lucky enough to be granted asylum and a visa. I’m not working on passing the citizenship testing.”

“Amazing. You are truly a brave and inspiring woman.” Abia blushes.

“That is honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Abia lean over and holds Bram’s hand.

“What about you? You said you had a tough upbringing.”

“Oh me. My life was nowhere near as difficult as yours.”

“J-just because you didn’t experience my hardships doesn’t mean your difficulties don’t matter. P-please tell me.” Abia gentle pets Bram’s hand.

“Well. My parents are kind and well-meaning people. But they were strict and a rather over protective.” Bram signs and looks away for a moment.

“Devout Catholics they raised me to be as devout as them. We weren’t one of those church just for Christmas and Easter families. We went every week. We also were forbidden to use to the lord’s name in vain and had to pray every day before dinner and before bed.”

Abia nods and understands.

“If you didn’t already know. The catholic church hates sex. Even more than other religions. So, I was brough up to be very afraid of sex. I never dated in high school and was a virgin for a really long time.”

Bram appears to be rather sad. Abia’s heart aches for him.

“I’m really sorry Bram. But you seem so confident and…..” Abia gets a bit blush before meekly whispering “.. sexy. How did you overcome it?”

Bram gets a bit red and laughs.

“You want to know how? If I say you will probably laugh at me and think I’m crazy.” Bram grins.

“Really I want to know.” Abia insists.

“I had help from….” Bram seems to be ready to burst with laughter. “An invisible pink love fairy.”

Abia eyes widen. Then she explodes with laughter. Everyone is the restaurant begins to look at them. Included the waiter who arrives with their food.

“Uhh… Dinner is served.” The waiter places the Bruschetta and Lasagna on the table.

“Thank you.” Bram says to the waiter. Abia and Bram distribute their meals.

After dinner Abia and Bram leave the restaurant.

“Abia would you like to spend the night at my place?”

Abia insides spin and she shout. “Y-yes! Y-yes Bram!” Bram escorts Abia to his car and drives her to his place. It is a nice brick townhouse in a gorgeous neighborhood. Abia follows Bram through the door. His home is clean and decorated with souvenir and pictures his travels around the country and the world.

Bram leads Abia upstairs to his room. Bram’s bedroom has a king-sized bed with red sheets. The red simulates Abia’s arousal.

“W-what’s your favorite…. Uh fantasy that you like to act out?”

Abia grins shyly.

“Abia I would like to make you, my slave. If I have your consent.”

“O-OH r-really!” Abia perks up. “I don’t mind to be uh dominated. I would like to be chained up and used for pleasure.” Abia blushes and her mouth salivates.

Bram smiles. “Good now kneel if you wish to proceed.”

“Yes!” Abia yelps excitedly. She drops to her knees and looks up at her master for the evening.

Bram stands strong and tall over Abia. He strokes her hand gently. He takes offer her black denim jacket.

“Remove your shirt slave.” Bram commands. Abia responds immediately. She removes her shirt and bra immediately. Exposing her tits to Bram.

Bram shakes his head. “Tisk, Tisk, Tisk.” Abia is surprised.

“W-what have I done wrong Master?” She asks.

“Did Master say remove your bra?” Bram gives a stern look.

“Oh…. I assumed..” Abia feels embarrassed. It is like a game of Simon Says.

“I’ll have to punish you for this error.” Master Bram walks over to his closet and searches for a tool to punish Abia. He returns with a black and red riding crop.

Abia feels so scared and horny at the same time. Bram runs the riding crop slowly and gently over Abia’s bare breasts and belly. He walks around her while running the riding crop over her back.

“First. I’ll punish your breasts. Since you seem so eager to show them off.” Bram raises his crop. Abia tingles with excitement.

THWACK! The crop strikes Abia’s left breast.

“AHHH!” Abia yelps. Bram raises the crop again.

THWACK! This time he strikes her right breast. Abia’s nipples sting from the hits.

THWACK! THWACK! Master Bram strikes each breast ten times each.

Abia’s tits sting and blush red. It hurts so much and Abia loves every minute of it.

“Will you follow Master’s orders to the letter now?”

Abia shakes her head. “Ye… yes sir.”

“Good girl. Now remove your red dress.”

Abia obeys and removes the red dress but this time makes sure to not remove anything more. She kneels before her master wearing nothing but her panties and her flats.

“Very good slave. Much better.” He pets her head. Running his fingers through her long lush black hair. Abia blushes and giggles.

“Now remove your shoes and socks.”

Abia takes her shoes and socks off. She puts her fingers through her edges of her panties. Ready to tear them off upon command.

“Good now…” Master pauses. He grins while standing above Abia. Abia is so desperate to just tear the panties off and be free of her clothes. But he just stands there waiting. It is dead silent.

Abia’s chin quivers. She mustn’t speak to master without permission. Master Bram stares at her with a stern stare.

Abia bites her lip and breathes heavily. Her sex leaking underneath her panties.

Oh, please master. I’m wetting myself. Please give me a command.

She widens her eyes like a puppy begging for a treat. Abia pouts her lips. Master Bram chuckles softly.

“Alright slave. You may remove your panties.” Abia beams and tears off the panties. She tears so hard that she tears them in half.

Abia throws her panties into the floor. Master laughs.

“Hahaha. Abia guess you will be leaving without any underwear.”

“I-I don’t mind s-sir.”

“Good. Now if you don’t mind. I command you pleasure your master.”

Bram points to her groin. Abia puts her hands on his groin for the first time since this morning. When she was fondling him during the pat down earlier that day.

Only this time she would actually get to see the goods this time.

She unzips the fly of Bram’s khakis. Pulls down his briefs.

Abia then removes Bram’s cock from his pants. It is long and hard.

She takes his cock in her right hand and gently strokes it. With her left hand she fondles his balls. Abia’s mouth salivates as she stares down Bram’s cock. She sticks out her tongue to taste his cock. Licking up and down the shaft. Spit drips from her mouth and juices from her cunt.

Bram’s hands grab Abia from behind her head and aggressively deepthroats her with his cock. Abia’s eyes cross as his penis hits the back of her throat making her gag. It was a glorious feeling having her mouth and throat filled. She struggles not to escape but to give Bram a little resistance so he would have to be harder on her. Sweat drips down Abia’s brow and into her eyes stinging her. She wipes the sweat away with her hands.

Abia is pulled back by Bram who hammers her head against his cock. Abia spits up. The spit up is wet and clear unlike vomit. Bram lets go of Abia’s head. Abia breathes heavily with spit dripping from her chin.

Bram looks down at the mess on the floor. Her salvia and pussy juices have soaked Bram’s floor.

“You dirty girl.” Bram says to Abia. “Let’s take you to the shower to get cleaned up.”

Bram takes Abia by her arm and leads her to his shower. He removes all of his clothes and throws them into his laundry basket. Abia enters the shower and Bram joins her.

Bram pins Abia against the shower wall. He takes his long and harden cock and guides it into her pussy.

“AHHHHH!” Abia squeals with delight. She grinds against his.

Bram turns on the shower. Hot water rains down onto Abia and Bram. The heat shocks Abia and makes her yelp. Bram continues thrusting into Abia as it rains down on them.

Abia comes several times in the shower. Her ejaculate drips all over Bram’s cock and shower floor. After spending around 10 minutes in Abia’s pussy. Bram removes his cock.

“Are you satisfied Master?” Abia pants.

“Not yet.” Bram replies. Abia knows what her master desires.

“You may use it, Master.”

Bram takes his slippery wet cock and plunges into Abia’s anus.

“AHHHHH!” It is a tight squeeze and Abia is in pain. It hurts her so good. Abia comes and yells.

“AHHHH! Master, please keep going!” Bram pounds Abia’s ass while pinning her to the wall. The hot shower steam combined with the intense arousal from multiple orgasms makes Abia lightheaded.

Master Bram keeps thrusting until.

“UHHH!” Bram moans and Abia feels her insides filled with Bram’s seed.

“uhhhh.” Abia moans and begins to fade.

Abia awakens the next morning. She is dry and laying in Bram’s bed. The smell of coffee and cooked bacon is coming from the downstairs kitchen. Abia removes the covers. She is still nude.

She looks over to the spot on the floor where she came. It has been cleaned.

The smell of the food gets stronger and Abia hears Bram’s footsteps. The bedroom door opens and Bram enters holding a tray with two plates of bacon, toast and scrambled eggs. Along with two mugs of fresh coffee. The mugs are each different souvenirs from different places Bram has visited. A mug with a Celtic Shield Knot from Ireland and one is a Constitution themed from Boston.

Bram takes the constitution mug and gives the Celtic mug to Abia. They enjoy their breakfast in bed.

“How did you enjoy last night Abia?” Bram asks.

“It was…. Amazing!” Abia yelps. Bram laughs softly and sips his coffee.

“Good. Do you need a ride home?”

“Oh….” Abia pauses. “Thank you but…. I think I would like to stay.”

“Stay?” Bram says smiling.

“And….” Abia’s face goes red and quickly places the mug on nightstand. She kisses Bram. He drops his coffee.

“… go for another round.” Abia grins cheekily. Bram grabs her.

“I concur my dear.”