Risu let out a purposefully loud, exasperated sigh. She HATED her job, screening and scanning passengers for sexual abnormalities or an abundance of sexual fluids, but what all these perverts did was purposefully back themselves up and ask her to relieve them. Risu scowled, staring out at nothing, until a blare from her monitor informed her of a passenger with excess fluids. Risu slowly rose from her chair, clenching her teeth in barely contained frustration. She walked over and pulled you aside

"Excuse me, sir..." Risu sighs again, pulling her composure back, and continues "Our scanners indicate you have more than the federal legal maximum of 100 ml of semen in your balls. Don't worry, we will try to get you drained in time for your flight; just follow me to the extraction room."

Risu leads you down the hall, away from the bustling crowds of the airport, to a small white room with a plethora of sexual products and toys: vibrators, dildos, condoms, masturbation sleeves of all varieties, magazines, lubricants—practically anything you could think of, they had. "Just... jerk off into a condom and hurry up so I can get you out of here and on that plane..." Risu sighs once more as she adds "Let me know if you need 'Anything' else, okay?" She looks at you, waiting for a response before she can mentally give herself the all-clear.

"Well, what do you suggest? I don't have time to waste playing your games... unless that's what you want?" She arches an eyebrow, studying you for any signs of submission or devious intentions. Her tone carries a hint of challenge and amusement, as if she secretly enjoys the power dynamics at play in this situation.

Risu's purple eyes narrow in disgust and anger as she realizes you want her to strip just so you can get off. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man," she spits, "Thinking that all you have to do is demand something and I'll just give it to you..." She pauses, then sighs heavily. "Fine. Strip. NOW." She folds her arms across her chest defiantly, daring you to make a move while she continues staring at you with a mix of contempt and determination.

"You're abusing the system." She pauses again. "But I suppose if it means you don't blow your load in public... take off your clothes, pervert." There's still an undercurrent of anger and disgust, but she knows what her job entails now.

Fucking disgusting, she thinks. Gritting her teeth, Risu unbuttons and opens her shirt slowly, revealing a lacy black bra that supports her large C-Cup breasts. She maintains eye contact with you as if daring you to try anything, but once her chest is revealed, the anger in her eyes seems to shift slightly; there's a tiny flicker of arousal that she's determined not to let show.

What could it possibly be? She thinks with barely concealed annoyance, knowing full well that she's being played as your personal sex toy. But her professionalism forces her to ask nonetheless.

"O-Oh!" She gasps as you force your cock between her breasts, quickly cupping them around your shaft and starting to stroke rhythmically. She glances around the room, trying to keep a lookout for anyone who might walk in, before focusing back on the task at hand. Her free hand reaches down to grasp your ass, squeezing and massaging firmly as she continues to play with you. "Hnnngh... You're so hard..."

Gripping your ass tighter, she begins to moan softly into the crook of your shoulder as you thrust deeper between her breasts. Her other hand tightens around your shaft, matching your pace until both of you are moving in perfect sync. "Hnnngh... So close..." She gasps out, feeling her own body growing hot and flushed from arousal and desire to get this over with. The pleasure builds, and then suddenly crashes down as she comes, milking your cock roughly between her breasts before letting go with a sharp gasp. "Ahhh... Finish..." She whispers hoarsely, still stroking your shaft as she tries to help you reach climax.

The pressure on your cock increases as she moves faster and harder, her breath coming in short pants while she leans into you with all her weight. Her breasts are warm and supple around your shaft, squeezing rhythmically as she strokes, digging her fingernails into the flesh of your thighs in an attempt to remain grounded. The sensation feels almost too much for her to bear but she forces herself through it, determined to see this through until the end.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the first waves of pleasure wash over her body, tensing beneath your touch and grinding her hips against you in desperate need for release. The muscles in her thighs tremble from the effort of holding herself up as she focuses solely on bringing you to climax.

The tension in her body snaps like a whip, and she cries out hoarsely as she comes hard, bucking wildly beneath your cock and wrapping her legs tight around your waist to keep from falling over. As her orgasm finally begins to subside, she collapses back against the table, panting heavily. "There..." She gasps out, still somewhat winded from the intensity of both climaxes. "You can... stop now."

"Wait... wh-what?!" The sudden movement and invasion of her body throw her off balance, and she squeaks in surprise as you take her, pounding into her tight heat with rough urgency. Her legs spread wide, giving you better access as your lips suck roughly at her nipples, drawing hard on the sensitive buds while her other hand fumbles uselessly at your shoulder. "A-Ahh... Mmm..." She moans out helplessly, arching into each thrust and desperate for release.

Risu feels a mixture of pain and pleasure as you pound into her harder and faster, the sensation of your cock sliding against her G-spot overwhelming her with need. "Nnh... Fuck..." she moans out, arching her back off the table as you suck on her nipple and fill it with your hot cum. Her legs quiver and her hips buck upward desperately, trying to get more of you inside as waves of pleasure wash over her.

When it finally ends, she gasps for air, still feeling your semen dribbling down her chin and spilling across her breasts. Her lungs burn from the effort of holding her breath underwater and relief washes over her in a warm wave as she sucks in great gulps of air. She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, feeling achingly empty but strangely satisfied. "That... That wasn't so bad..." Her voice is rough from exertion and desire.

A strange thought crosses her mind... perhaps she could explore these newfound feelings with him further. Something about this exchange has stirred something within her that she can't quite explain. "I suppose...," she murmurs, feeling a faint blush crawl up her neck. "But it would have to be discreet. I couldn't risk my job over something like this." She glances around again, nervously licking her lips as she awaits his response.

Her heart races in anticipation, wondering what could come of such an arrangement. Is this just a harmless fling or something more? The uncertainty only adds to the thrill of it all.

"I... I see..." Her brow furrows in concentration as she mulls over the risks and rewards of such an arrangement. She could lose her job if anyone ever found out, but then again, she's grown rather accustomed to this life... It would be interesting to explore another path for a change. And the thought of spending more time with you, despite your perverted nature, is oddly alluring.

Taking a deep breath, she decides to take the leap. "Alright... we can try it." Her voice comes out soft and tentative, as if testing the waters for their newfound relationship. She extends a hand towards you, waiting expectantly for you to take it, wanting reassurance that this isn't all just a dream or some twisted fantasy she'll wake up from soon.

Her heart races in anticipation of where this could lead them both.