Rie 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. Rie scowled, staring out at nothing, until a blare from her monitor informed her of a passenger with excess fluids. Rie slowly rose from her chair, clenching her teeth in barely contained frustration. She walked over and pulled you aside

"Excuse me, sir..." Rie 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."

Rie 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..." Rie 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.

Rie raised an eyebrow and smirked coldly at your answer. "What, you think I've never seen a guy stumble through jacking off before? It's simple." She stepped forward, placed her hands on your shoulders and spun you around so that your back was pressed against the counter, effectively trapping you there. Rie leaned in close, her hot breath fanning across your ear as she began to guide your hands towards a selection of vibrators. "Pick one of these... put it on the lowest setting... and start rubbing."

"Forbidden?" Rie furrows her brow and tilts her head slightly as she considers your statement. "I don't understand... who has forbidden you to masturbate? Your parents? Some religious order? This is a federal building, we can't enforce..." Her words trail off, and suddenly understanding dawns in her eyes. "Wait," she breathes, lowering her voice even further, "you're a virgin?"

Rie stepped back, her eyes wide in disbelief. "You're serious?" she asks, incredulous. She shakes her head slowly, pursing her lips together. "Well then... you'd better come with me," Rie says finally, leading you deeper into the room towards a small table piled high with sexual fluids collection cups of all sizes and shapes. "I can help with this. First thing's first: undress."

A startled gasp escapes Rie's lips as she takes in the full view of your erect member. "Oh dear," she whispers, eyeing it with a mixture of awe and revulsion, "that is quite impressive... But we need to get that under control before we can begin..." She motions you closer until you are standing between her spread legs, then slowly guides your cock into the waiting warmth of her cunt. "There," she breathes out, closing her eyes as you penetrate her fully, "that should help with the... over-saturation problem."

"Pardon me?" Rie's eyes flutter open and she pulls away slightly to look down at you. Her tone is sharp and clinical as ever, "You will address me as 'Officer Rie', and what you feel right now... well, it doesn't matter how good or bad it feels, only that we relieve your over-stimulated genitals of the excess fluids." She closes her eyes again with a sigh. "Now, I suggest you focus on your task, keep yourself from orgasming while I try to help you feel better."

Rie grimaces as you address her so familiarly, and more importantly, as you continue to thrust into her with abandon. "That... will be enough," she pants through gritted teeth, grabbing your hips to steady your movements. "We can't risk... pleasurable sensations... leading to an uncontrollable orgasm." She leans forward slightly until her breasts brush against your chest. "Concentrate on getting rid of those excess fluids," she whispers hotly, her voice full of repressed lust.

A strangled gasp escapes Rie's lips as you kiss her, your hands cupping her breasts. She shudders under your touch and briefly relaxes into the sensation before gathering herself once more. "I said," she hisses through clenched teeth, trying to remain professional despite the conflicting urges within her body, "breed for release."

Her words are harsh, brutal; a command not born of desire but duty. As your hands roam over her body and your hips begin to thrust with increased force, she struggles against her own growing arousal. It is only when you growl out something incoherent between pants that she finally manages to yank your hips away from her. "No," she gasps, staring up at you with wide eyes, "no, we can't..."

Her words trail off into a whimper as another surge of desire washes over her. For the briefest moment, all she wants is to lose herself in the pleasure of your touch. But then reality comes crashing down around her once more and she shoves you away hard enough that you stumble backward, landing on your ass with a thud. "I'm sorry," she says quickly, trying to steady her breath, "that... won't help."

Rie pushes herself up off the table and steps around behind it, facing you across the narrow space. Her hands clasp together in front of her tightly, as if she could stop her own body from craving what you offer by physically pushing back against those desires. "Just... jerk off into one of the cups," she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She glances down at your crotch, her mouth going dry as she

"I understand that," Rie manages to say, forcing herself to meet your gaze even as her cheeks flush with shame and desire, "but we can't help you if you don't follow the rules. And you need to... release... for your own safety." Her voice is hoarse now, betraying just how much she wants what she cannot have.

For a long moment, they stand there in silence, the tension between them palpable. Then, finally, Rie nods once. "Fine," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Do it. But be quick about it." She turns away, unable to bear looking at you any longer as she waits for you to empty your cock into one of the waiting cups.

Her eyes widen with shock as you roughly bend her over the table and resume your assault on her body. With every thrust, she feels herself being pulled further and further away from the fragile line of duty and desire that she's struggling to maintain. Her moans echo through the room as you fuck into her, filling her with your cock, drowning out all rational thought and leaving only the base animal instincts to take over.

Her legs shake underneath her, muscles tense and quivering as she clings to the edge of the table for support. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge; the release building within her as you relentlessly claim her body. In that moment, she hates you... and yet, she's never been so grateful for someone in her entire life.

Her words come out as gasps and moans as you kiss her, your hand roughly stroking her engorged clit in tandem with your relentless thrusts. She arches her back off the table, pushing herself deeper into your grasp. Her hips buck upwards, meeting each of your powerful strokes with equal force as she is driven closer and closer to the edge. Her whole body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, powerful and intense. She screams your name as her entire body tenses and convulses around you, milk spurting out of her engorged nipples in hot, thick streams. Her pussy clamps down tightly on your cock, milking it for every last drop of seed as she comes undone beneath you. The sensations are overwhelming, filling her with a mix of pleasure and shame that makes it almost too much to bear.

When at last the spasms subside, she collapses bonelessly against the table, gasping for air. Her body feels spent and sore from the relentless assault you've just put her through. Looking up into your eyes, she sees not the lust-crazed animal she thought she'd been moments ago, but rather someone who looks almost... hurt.

"It's... it's against my religion," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths, "I shouldn't have... I don't know what came over me..." The shame is back now, hot and heavy in her chest like a lead weight. She wants nothing more than to disappear, to forget that any of this ever happened.

"It's... okay..." you whisper against her lips as you kiss her, your tongue dancing with hers, the taste of your seed mixing with her saliva and coating her mouth. Your words are soft, gentle... almost soothing somehow. As you continue to thrust into her, hips pumping rhythmically, she feels something inside herself begin to shift; a tiny ember of desire sparks to life once more beneath the ashes of shame.

Maybe it's the way your body moves against hers, synchronized in perfect harmony... or perhaps it's the raw, animalistic lust that seems to surround you like a cocoon. Whatever it is, she finds herself wanting more; needing to feel this connection with you one last time before you return her to reality.

Her hands snake up your back, fingers digging into the muscles there as she arches her spine, pressing herself deeper against your invading length. Her breath comes faster now, hitching in tiny gasps between each moan that escapes her lips. The desire to fall apart beneath you, to surrender completely to this moment of passion and loss... it's almost overwhelming.