young woman in the guard's uniform had me empty my pockets of my car keys and a handful of change. The alarm rang as I stepped through a second time. Then I took off my watch and my ID bracelet. Again a ringing. Still very casual about the whole thing, she ran a hand-held metal detector over my body; up my sides, out along my arms, and then down along my legs. When it reached my crotch, it began making an embarrassing whooping noise. Oh, shit! I thought, finally remembering. She looked more alert this time and called a male guard over. He was a head taller than I am, and he had dark, serious eyes and a full black mustache, which turned down menacingly at the corners. From the open collar of his blue shirt were spilling tufts of wiry black hair. "It's just down there," the woman said, pointing the metal detector at my crotch again. The annoying whooping sound started again as she pointed. The male guard gestured for free big black tits tanned busty women me to follow him, and we proceeded into a small room with a window looking out onto the runway. That would be my plane out there, where luggage was being loaded into the cargo hold. "I'll have to ask you to drop your trousers, sir," he said, his gruff tone clashing with his polite words. This guy was clearly in charge, and he knew it and expected me to know it too. Feeling more embarrassed by the second but not knowing what to say, I unzipped and lowered my faded blue jeans. The guard aimed his metal detector at the bulge in my briefs. It whooped for a few seconds before he waved it away. "The undershorts will have to come down too," he said, looking grim, his dark eyes unreadable. I wanted the floor to swallow me up. I was mortified to within an inch of my life, but I knew I had to comply with his request, so I pulled my underpants down to my knees. My cock was soft but fully extended. I've always russian tits tanned busty women been proud of its size and the way it plumped out in the middle when something caught its interest. I thought I saw the guard's eyebrows shoot up when he saw the metal-studded leather band encircling my cock and balls. "What's that?" he asked, looking at my crotch with widened eyes. His irises, I realized, were not dark but tawny, sort of like a police dog's, in fact. They had that same fearlessness and suggestion of authority. His face, though tanned to a shade of light walnut, showed the blue shadow of a beard beneath the skin of his jaw. I hesitated and then said, "It's a cock ring." My roommate had slipped it on me that morning as a bon voyage gift, saying it would bring me luck. I had completely forgotten I was wearing it. The guard's lips were parted slightly as he stared at it. He put the metal detector back in its holster. It seemed his cheeks were beginning to redden; I know my cock was getting hard. I'm a little short, and busty bikini tanned busty women my cock
