Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 115

And now, for the last hour, I had been sitting at the bar. I was wearing a slinky little dress, made of small, pleated black strips. Silver thread was woven into the fabric and the dress would shimmer as I moved. The neckline was a scoop that exposed most of my breasts and a short skirt that showed off my long, shapely legs.

"What the hell, Natasha?" a man shouted at the end of the bar.

"Chill, babe," a dirty-blonde woman said. She was sitting at a table with two young, Cuban guys. "We're just talking!"

"The hell you are," the man objected. "I saw you flirting with them."

"We were just talking, Keith!"

"I saw you're hand on his leg!"

"Hey man, it's like she said, we were just talking," one of the Cubans said.

"Back off asshole, Keith shouted.

"Christ, you're drunk," Natasha accused.

"Of course I am! I've been watching you whore around the bar all night!"

Natasha slapped him hard across the face and then stalked out of the bar. The two Cubans looked awkwardly at each other then left Keith, who just stood their looking dumbfounded. Then, he sat down at her vacated seat. I moved over to the table sitting down beside him.

"It'll be all right," I told him, lightly touching his hand. He was definetly the one.

He snorted. "We're supposed to be married in two days."

"Congratulations," I said, stroking his arm. "She's a lucky gal."

"She's probably sucking one of those guys right now," he bitterly said. He grabbed Natasha's drink, a fruity concoction with an umbrella, and downed it in a single gulp.

"You don't really think that," I told him. Christ, what a jealous asshole. "What woman would want one of them when she could have such a handsome guy like you."

"Then why was she flirting with those guys," he asked, his anger vanishing. "Why?"

"Some women don't know what they're missing. If I was her, I would be draped all over you, making sure no other women could do this." Feeling bold, I reached down and stroked his cock through his pants.

"Holy shit!" he gasped, finally looking at me. His eyes widened as he saw my cleavage and he licked his lips.

"I bet she's sucking one of those guys right now," I lied, whispering In his ears. She probably was crying in her hotel room, but that wouldn't get Keith into my panties. "Maybe she's sucking one off while the other fucks her cheating little cunt." Keith groaned in pain. I rubbed his hardening cock. "Doesn't seem fair, does it?"

"No," he answered, hoarsely.

"I'm going to go into the men's room, last stall. If you want to even the score."

I left him there, walking purposefully towards the bathroom, making sure my ass swayed as sensuously as possible. I didn't look back. He would follow, men were so pathetically easy. I walked boldly into the men's room. There was no one to object, anyways, and I entered the last stall and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. I hiked up my skirt and pulled off my panties and then bent over the toilet, ready to get fucked.

The bathroom door banged open and someone walked down to my stall. There was a knock. "Are you... Keith stammered.

"Yes," I answered, huskily.

"Oh, God!" Keith moaned when he opened the stall door and feasted his eyes on my blonde-furred cunt and plump ass.

There was the metallic sound of a zipper and then I could feel him standing behind me. I wiggled my ass invitingly and could feel the head of his hard cock prodding my ass. He was breathing heavily, hesitating. God, why won't he stick it in. My cunt was on fire with anticipation. He gripped my hips, suddenly, his cock sliding down my ass towards my cunt.

"That whore!" Keith shouted and shoved his cock hard into my cunt.

"Oh, fuck!" I gasped. He was big.

His cock had some girth to it and he was ten, eleven inches long. He was fucking me hard and fast, his cock head slamming against my womb. Christ it hurt! The pain mixed delightfully with the pleasure of his cock rubbing against my sensitive pussy walls. The sound of slapping flesh echoed through the stali and Keith was muttering softly.

"Fucking whore, spreading her legs for those guys!" he gasped. "Sucking their cocks, I bet she swallows their cum!"

Keith picked up the pace of the fucking. My tits bounced about in my dress from the force of his fucking and my left tit popping out of the bodice. I wanted to grab my tit and play with my nipple, or slide my hand down and rub my clit, but Keith was fucking me so hard I needed both my arms to brace me against the wall.

"Whore, whore, whore!" he kept muttering. "I bet she's letting him fuck her in the ass ass. Natasha never lets me in her backdoor!"

Fuck, I don't blame her. Keith's cock was huge. I couldn't imagine taking something that big up my ass. And then Rameil's words came back to me, "When they orgasm, whisper Avvah into their ear followed by the name of the person you wish them to have form the obsession with." Shit, I wasn't in the right position.

"Stop," I gasped.

"What?" he gaped.

"My arm's are tired, let's switch positions." They were. Keith was fucking me so hard my arms were getting sore holding this pose.

I pulled away from him and then leaned up against the stall wall, the painted metal cold on my ass. Keith grabbed my tit, squeezing it clumsily and then his cock was prodding at my pussy. I grabbed it and guided the monster back into my tight, sore hole. I gasped as he shoved back in and he started pounding away.

"Are you gonna cum in me, I whispered into his ear. His groin was crushing my clit, every press of flesh on my clit building my orgasm. "Flood my hot little pussy with your sticky spunk!"

"Oh, God, I am!" he gasped. "Sorry, Natasha!"

I felt the first squirt of his cum shoot inside me. "Avvah Natashal" I hissed in his ear, my orgasm threatening to spill over me. "Avvah

Natashal" let my orgasm roll over me, shuddering in his strong arms as his cum shot inside me, filling me up delightfully.