“There’s a small matter that requires your attention, Mr. Wilson,” the airport screener said in heavily accented English. My stomach churned. These were never good words to hear while clearing customs. “It shouldn’t take long to clear up. Right this way, please.” He directed me to an unmarked door with a security keypad on the wall.My travel habits had changed considerably since 9-11. Knowing how closely all luggage was screened, what I packed for my trips had diminished and was more carefully thought out. That was really why I preferred driving to my destinations whenever possible—my bags were always safely in my possession. International travel, however, remained a pain and though my job didn’t require a lot of it, longer trips always heightened my temptation. With this one being three weeks long, I had given in to that temptation in a big way this trip.He led me down a drab and dimly lit hall. There were signs beside some of the doorways, but since I didn’t read Arabic, they did me little good. “Here, please,” he said again, indicating a half-open door on the left. When I pushed open the door my worst fears were realized. Two uniformed men stood behind a long narrow table. My bags were open and the contents were spread out all over. One pile nearest the door was the immediate focus of my attention, and no doubt theirs, too; it was a pile of multicolored satin and lace lingerie with a few sex toys placed prominently on top. The door closed behind me as a third uniformed man stood up behind a desk in the corner.”We have a small problem, Mr. Wilson,” the uniformed man behind the desk said. “Please, have a seat.” As I moved woodenly to the offered chair, I could feel my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest. One of the other men unceremoniously deposited the collection of lingerie and sex toys on the desk between us.”We have purity laws in my country, Mr. Wilson,” he began. “Men who come here with the intention of defiling our women are not welcome.””I never…” I started to say, but was interrupted.”There can be no other explanation!” he continued. “Why else would a businessman travel with such things?””Y- y- you see,” I stammered, “It must have been my wife….” My voice trailed off, the hollow excuse dying in my throat.”One or two things, tucked away in a side pocket, perhaps, Mr. Wilson; but a quantity such as this? Not plausible.””Well, she probably did it as a joke, hoping something like this would happen to embarrass me… ” I tried again. He snapped his fingers and the same guy who brought the lingerie over deposited a zip-loc bag of makeup and a pair of black patent high-heeled shoes.”Again,” he said, “not plausible. Who were you planning to meet? Who is the contact that is setting you up with one of our women? These are serious charges.””No,” I said again. I could feel a lump forming in my throat. “I would never….” I was either going to be in a lot of trouble or have to tell the truth. I opted for the truth.”They’re mine,” I said softly.”What?””I said they’re mine,” I croaked a little louder. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.”Again, Mr. Wilson, not plausible.””It’s true,” I said. “I like to wear women’s lingerie. I’m a crossdresser.””Then what,” he asked as he held up one of the sex toys, “is this for?” It was my Doc Johnson medium Pleasure Plug. It was about four inches long and had a realistic look and feel. At its widest point just below the pink circumcised head, it was about one and a quarter inches wide.”It’s a butt plug,” I said matter-of-factly. He said something in Arabic to the one who had brought my things to the desk, who replied in a matter-of-fact tone.”So you use this,” he made Şerifali Escort a motion with it, “up ‘there?’ ” I felt my face flush again.”Yes.” More Arabic passed between the two men, with the third interjecting something.”And this,” he held up another larger toy, “is the same thing?” It was my other Doc Johnson toy, the Thick Tool. It was nearly eight inches long and two inches wide with a well-defined head and bulging veins.”Well, I use one to loosen myself up and the other,” I pointed to the toys smallest to largest, “to pleasure myself with.””So you are a homosexual? Gay?””No, more like, well, bi-sexual, I guess. I’ve never really tried to classify myself.” Again, more Arabic.”So, when you are dressed in this,” he hoisted a fistful of lingerie, “you like to be treated like a girl?””Yes, sometimes,” I answered. A more lengthy discussion in Arabic ensued, with all three of them speaking in turns, but with the “boss” carrying most of the conversation. It got a little loud for a bit and then the boss had the final word.”An all-too-convenient and convincing story, Mr. Wilson. My two associates here were easily swayed by your well-prepared and obviously well-rehearsed fabrication. I need to know who your contact is. Who are you meeting with to set up your meetings with our women?””What?” I said, incredulous. “After I bare my innermost embarrassing secrets to three complete strangers you think it was all made up; a cover story?””Exactly. Your denial makes me even more sure. You are going to tell me the truth or you are going to be in a lot of trouble. Our prisons are not nice places for Americans.””You want proof?” I asked, now desperate. He raised an eyebrow.”Proof? What do you mean?””I mean proof. In my country when we call someone’s bluff, we say ‘prove it.’ I’ll prove I’m not lying.” Another long discussion between the three followed. This time it appeared to be a much more lively debate. When it ended the third man crossed the room to the door and slid a heavy metal bar in place with an ominous grating sound, barring the door from outside intrusion. My eye was drawn to the slight bulge in the front of his uniform pants. The supervisor stood up.”Prove it,” he said.”Just what did you have in mind?” I asked. Any other time I normally wear panties and would have been happy to just stand up and reveal them, but for trips such as this, I avoided it.”The burden of proof here lies with the accused,” he said matter-of-factly. He gestured to a hospital screen in the corner. “Prove it.” His intent was fairly clear; he wanted me to put on some of the lingerie.I quickly picked through the jumble of satin and lace selecting a few specific items, liberating a pair of stockings, and grabbing the high heels before heading for the corner. Once again I could feel the burning flush of my embarrassment, this time coupled with a racing pulse of excitement.Behind the screen, I quickly stripped out of my mundane clothes. I started with the bra, a black and pink number that was my current favorite. Foiled pin-dot mesh over the “Bombshell Pink” satin gave it an exotic look and the underwire cups were accented with rhinestones and had a black satin bow nestled between them. I fastened it behind my back with practiced ease despite my trembling hands.The panties came next. They were a bikini-style front with black lace over the same pink satin accented with a small black bow centered on the waistband. The back, however, was a spectacularly sexy caged back with a wide black satin bow accent right where my ass crack began. The caged back not only showed off my sexy ass, it also provided easy access to both my ass Şerifali Escort Bayan and cock, as the panties were also crotchless. My hands were trembling less, but I could feel my cock getting harder as the cool satin slipped up my legs and nestled my smooth shaved balls.I reached into the toes of the shoes and pulled out my breast forms. They weren’t proper breast forms; rather they were breast “enhancers.” I had bought them in queen size (a little private joke?) so they filled my bra out nicely. I chose this specific pair because they were 100% silicon so they felt and moved like real breasts. They also had well-formed nipples with brown areole that looked great in sheer bras. They were shaped so that they could be adhered with tape, but I didn’t have time for such niceties at the moment. I tucked the forms into my bra, cupping and bouncing them a few times to make sure they were situated for maximum effect.The matching garter belt, the same foiled pin-dot mesh over bombshell pink as the bra, followed. Only the immediate front panel was pink, the side panels were done in dotted sheer black mesh. A band of black satin topped the two-inch wide ruffle of the same dotted black mesh that circled the belt. Black satin ribbons, the same size as the one on the bra, trimmed both ends of the garter straps.I separated the lace-topped RHT seamed stockings, rolling them up my legs with an experienced hand and fastening them to the garters. I checked to make sure my seams were straight, making adjustments as best I could without the benefit of a mirror, and then stepped into the black patent leather high heels. They were Dorsey style with a 1/4-inch ankle strap. By the time I finished all of this, my cock was quite stiff. I briefly considered attempting to tuck it, but I had already decided they needed to see me in my cross-dressed glory, bulge and all.My heels clicked erotically on the tile floor as I walked to the edge of the screen. The sound of my heels set off a low murmuring in Arabic that slowly faded as I paused to peek around the screen. The “boss” had moved around to the front of his desk but was sitting on the corner next to the pile of my remaining things. The remaining two were on opposite sides of the narrow metal table that held my other open bags. They were looking expectantly in the direction of the screen. I saw one of the two adjusting himself.I took a small measure of courage from their uncertainty, took a deep cleansing breath, put on my best sassy face, and strutted out from behind the curtain. I walked over and stood in front of the boss, my right hand on my outthrust hip.”Well,” I said, “satisfied?””Satisfied that you know how to put on women’s clothing, yes. Assured that your story is accurate, no.”My mind boggled. I thought the speed with which I affected my transformation would have been proof enough. I realized my mouth was hanging open in surprise and closed it.”What then?” I said, more than a little deflated. He nodded down at the remaining items on the desk. It suddenly dawned on me what he wanted—the dirty bugger wanted to see me using the sex toys on myself!I opened my makeup bag and took out the small bottle of Astroglide. If he wanted a sex show, I was going to give him one. I pulled out the tube of Kate Spade New York’s Pucker Up, in sexy “Adventure Red,” and applied a quick and generous coat to my pursed lips just for good measure.I picked up the Pleasure Plug first. With its ultra-realistic look and feel, it would certainly make my point. I turned and perched on the opposite corner of the desk from the boss, looking directly into the eyes of the guy with the Escort Şerifali biggest bulge in his pants. I licked my lips and ran my tongue up the underside of the rubber cock, circling the head when I got there. I held his gaze as I opened my mouth, flattened out my tongue, and easily slid the entire length of the butt plug into it; closing my lips around the indented base.”Mmmmmmmm,” was all I managed. I slurped loudly as I pulled it out but then slipped it right back between my lips, working the shaft in and out of my mouth. Leaving the rubber cock in my mouth I picked up the Thick Tool, which was less realistic-looking but longer and wider, and the Astroglide and walked over to the other table.I pulled the Pleasure Plug from my mouth long enough to say, “Make some room for me here, guys?” as I gestured at the suitcases on the metal table. Each of them closed a bag, but the one with the tent in the front of his pants removed them both from the table with efficient speed.I put the other toy and lube down as I bent over the table, reaching behind me to pull the middle string of the cage-back panties from my ass as I continued slurping noisily on the Pleasure Plug. I opened the Astroglide, squeezed some onto my fingers, and spread it liberally on my puckered hole, pushing some of it inside. I removed the plug from my mouth, squeezed more lube into my hand, and applied it to the plug, sliding my hand up and down the short shaft like I was jacking it off.I placed the plug against my asshole and pushed. I had had this particular toy up my ass so often, I knew exactly what to expect. I savored the expected pressure as the well-formed head of the cock stretched my ass open and popped inside. That was almost my favorite feeling in the world, that first moment of penetration. I let out an almost involuntary moan.My favorite feeling was what came next. The shaft of the Pleasure Plug was slightly wider than the head and took just that little bit of extra effort to keep going. I pushed, enjoying the extra width. Just when I reached that point of wondering just how long it really was, I felt my asshole start to close on the tapered end. I wasn’t ready for it that feeling to end, so I pulled it back out and slowly inserted it again. I enjoyed each bump and bulge a few more times before finally giving it that last little push, letting my hole clamp down on the plug. I picked up the Thick Tool.”Mmmmm, now that feels better,” I said. I started licking the wide head of the other plug and then began to take it into my mouth, again making loud slurping sounds as I sucked the rubber cock. I wriggled my ass as I bent over the table, finally looking over my shoulder back at the boss.”Seen enough,” I asked, “or do you still think this is a carefully crafted story?” I thought I saw a flicker of desire cross his face just briefly. He spoke in Arabic to the other two. Both of the guys standing closest to me now had tents in the front of their pants. I turned and resumed sucking on the Thick Tool, this time alternating looking up at the closest two guys as my head bobbed up and down on it.After a few minutes of teasing them both, I zeroed in on the one who had been fighting his hard-on since I got in the room and locked eyes with him. “This would be a lot more satisfying if it were a real cock,” I said. “Do your laws prevent you from slipping your cock into my warm and willing mouth?” The man I was looking at asked a question of the boss, in Arabic, of course. I glanced over my shoulder at the boss, and he made a noncommittal gesture and answered with a short reply. Whatever had been asked and answered, I heard the zipper go down before I could even turn back around.As I turned, my lips brushed against his hard cock which was now in front of my face. It was circumcised, which surprised me, but that didn’t stop me from instinctively opening my mouth to take him inside. He groaned aloud as I closed my lips and started sucking his cock.