Sarah has just arrived at the destination airport. This was her first solo trip in college, which she her parents had paid for as a gift for her 19th birthday. She had always wanted to visit this South American Country, and now she had the chance.

After a long flight, she was tired and ready for the hotel. She patiently waited in line at immigration.

Finally, I thought. It was now my turn. I handed the office my passport. He ran it through some sort of scanner and took turns staring at his screen and glancing at me. Then, he said: "Madam, unfortunately there has been a complication with your luggage. I must ask you to step aside for a moment and wait for my colleague.". He gestured to a place a few meters to the side of the queue. Confused, I stepped over and thought about what he could mean while he continued processing travelers. Then, it hit me. Fuck, I thought, it must be the bag of pot I forgot last week. I had forgotten to take that out of my favorite jacket, the same jacket I had packed for my holidays. Worst case, I get deported straight back home. Well, nothing I could do about that right now. Maybe the customs guy has has a good day.

After a few minutes, some girl in a customs uniform arrived. She could not have been much older than me, maybe 20, 22. She had red hair and was quite small, with the exception of her bust. They were a bit larger than my b-cups, about c I guessed. "Are you Sarah ?", she asked. "Yes, I am", I answered. "Follow me", she ordered. We went through a door on the left side of the room. Then, after passing through several more doors, we arrived at a small corridor with four nondescript doors on the right side. We entered the first door. Inside the small room there was a closet and a wooden table with my suitcase on it. It was open, and my belongings were all over the table. "I guess you know why you're here", she said. "No, I don't", I pretended. She held up the bag of pot and asked: "So this is news to you?". I stammered: "Well, not exactly, you see, I forgot...". She cut me off: "Well, it doesn't matter.". Come over to the next room. She left the bag there and led me back into the corridor and through the next door.

The next room looked quite different. It also had a closet and a wooden table. In addition, there was a sink by the wall and one of those x-ray scanners that are used by airport security. I watched the officer as she took a box of latex gloves from the closet and snapped them on. Then, she said: "Since you were caught in possession of controlled substances, I will have to search you.". I quickly thought about my options, but I soon realized I had no other choice but to cooperate. She continued: "Now, take off your shoes, top, pants, everything except your underwear. Then, hand it over to me one by one.". Reluctantly, I took off one shoe after the other and handed it to her. She quickly inspected and put it on some sort of tray. Then, I took off my shirt, revealing my simple white bra. Finally, I took off my pants. "The socks too", she ordered, so those came off as well. So I stood there, in my white bra and panties, shyly trying to cover myself.

"Now,", she ordered, "step over there and face the wall, leaning on your hands.". I walked over to the wall and leaned against the wall, as she had told me. Without a warning, she began running her hands through my hair. She continued over my arms. Then, I could feel her gloved fingers under my armpits. She then moved on to by still-covered breasts. First, she inspected the bra strap. Then, she felt up my two cups, beginning at the underside. Finally, she left the covered territory and felt up my nude cleavage. Her gentle touch made my nipples incredibly stiff. Satisfied, she continued her inspection with my belly and my sides. Then, she arrived at my panties. She ran her fingers along the waistband, over my butt and through my butt crack. I then felt her move on between my legs, right over my mound. I could feel it getting slightly wet. She finished off by patting down my pubic triangle. Finally, she went over my legs, inside and outside.

With the pat-down concluded, she explained: "I have not found anything suspicious, but because of our find from before, you have been flagged for a more intrusive search. Therefore, I will need to remove your bra.". "What?", I protested, only to be immediately shut down by her. She was right, I didn't have much of a choice after all. With that, she unhooked my bra and slid it forward over my arms. She lifted my hands up one after the other and laid my bra on the tray. She then grabbed my firm breasts felt around. She felt under them, lifted them up, and squeezed them lightly. She ran her fingers over my areola, and finally, over my now rock-hard nipples. This continued until, after what felt like hours, she let go of my bosom.

She took a step back and ordered: "Now, get on that table over there.". Dumbstruck, I took a step back from the wall and tried to cover my breasts. Fearful of what would come next, I slowly climbed on top of the wooden table. "On your knees", she clarified. Then, she pushed my shoulders down towards the table. I was now resting on my hands and knees. She slipped her fingers under my waistband and, with one stroke, pulled down my panties. I could feel the sudden cold as the air hit my mound. "I'll have to check your orifices as well.", she said. "Is that really necessary?", I asked, knowing the answer already. "Of course, smugglers like you often have something to hide inside their rectum or vagina.". My rectum. I gulped. I would lose my anal virginity to a cavity search, and there was nothing I could do about it. She left me with my panties down by my knees and walked over to the closet. Then, she changed her gloves. Finally, she grabbed a bottle of lube and returned to the table.

She set the lube down onto the table and took a position behind me. She ran her fingers over my shaved pubic triangle. Then, she ran them over my mound and through my butt crack. Next, she took a good look at my clit. She pulled my clitoral hood back with two fingers. Her touch aroused me greatly. Then, she removed her fingers. I felt slightly disappointed, but I could not relax as she applied some lube to her fingers. She took her time with it, it almost seemed like she enjoyed seeing me waiting anxiously. Then, she stepped back behind me. She parted my labia with two finger. Before I could process the sensation, she inserted two cold, lubed fingers into my mound. Out of surprise, I let out a moan. She continued pushing them further inside, exploring my vaginal walls in the process. She twisted and turned her fingers, pulling back and pushing forward again, finding new spots every time. It almost felt rhythmical. I felt like I lost control, using all my strength to remain in my exposing position. I must have moaned quite a lot, as I had given up any sense of dignity. She continued this procedure for a few more minutes, though it felt like hours.

Almost suddenly, she withdrew her fingers from my vagina. Without any comment, she stepped back and changed her gloves as I slowly regained my senses. But before I could think clearly, I already felt the cold, sticky lube as she applied it to my anus. She pushed her fingers against my virgin opening until it gave way. She relentlessly pushed on, pushing her finger all the way in. Just like before, she twisted, retracted and pushed in her finger in an effort to explore my rectum. Again I felt aroused, though I also felt humiliated and uncomfortable. Having her finger moving around inside me made me feel like I had to poo. With all my strength, I tried to keep my butt steady against her movement and prevent myself from collapsing onto the table.

Finally, after spending less time here than inside my vagina, she pulled her finger back until it exited with a loud pop. Almost reluctantly, my rectum closed itself slowly. She removed her gloves and threw them in the bin. Then, she returned the lube to the closet, leaving me in my position. She ordered: "Get up.". I slowly got up, first onto my knees, then sitting onto the table, and finally off and on my feet. I was still struggling to think clearly. She handed me a piece of paper and said: "Clean yourself up.". I didn't know whether I could relax or if she had something else in store for me. I began wiping myself clean with the paper. I first removes the now warm mix of lube and wetness from around my vaginal opening before doing the same around my anus. I could still feel the lube inside my anus and vagina, but that would have to wait for later. As I was wiping myself clean, she typed something on her phone. After a few minutes, a man opened the door and placed my bag on the floor. They exchanged a few words before he departed again. I forgot to try to cover myself, but it would have been useless anyway. After I had finished, she called me over to the table, still without any clothes. She handed me a piece of paper and a pen and said: "The search has produced no further contraband. Sign here, then you can put on your clothes, get your bag and you're free to go.". I almost wanted to ask about the pot they had found, but I didn't dare, lest she changed her mind. So, I quickly signed, put on my clothes and took my bag. She opened the door and escorted me to the airport exit. "Now, have a nice vacation!", she wished me, before going back inside. "Thanks", I muttered. I stood there for a bit to regain my senses.

After a few minutes, I oriented myself and started walking towards the bus stop. I felt the lube still inside me. With every step, a little bit squirted out, soiling my panties. Having arrived at the correct bus stop, I entered the next bus and sat down. I felt humiliated, and the lube inside me was uncomfortable, but I also felt strangely aroused. What a start for my vacation, I thought. The rest of my journey was comparatively uneventful, including the return flight. I never heard anything from customs, nor did I ever see that woman again. I never told anyone about my ordeal, but sometimes I remember it and feel that strange arousal again.