Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 116

Keith pulled away, a blank look falling across his broad face as the Prayer took effect. Breathing hard, I grabbed a ball of toilet paper and began to wipe myself clean. I threw the cum-stained paper into the toilet and flushed it, then looked around for my panties. As I pulled my panties back up and popped my tit back into my dress, Keith shook his head, coming out of the trance. He took one look at me and looked so crestfallen. He stumbled out of the stall.

I followed him out and he was standing at the mirror looking at his reflection with disgust. "Why," he muttered. "Shit, why did I do that."

Feeling a little guilty myself, I walked over to him and touched his arm. He flinched away. "You know she was only flirting with those guys to get your attention. I bet you were watching the game instead of her."

"So, what now?" he asked, desperately.

"Go to her room," I urged. "I bet she's waiting for you to come up and apologize and make up with her. I get the feeling that she's a bit of a drama queen?"

He snorted. "Yeah." He hesitated. "But what about us?"

"What about us?" I asked. "It was just some harmless fun. You're not married, yet."

"Yeah," he said. I could seen him rationalizing the cheating, lying to himself. "It's not really cheating unless your married."

"Right" I answered.

My mission finished, I left the bathroom and spent ten frustrating minutes trying to hail a cab. Finally, I managed to flag one down. "The Sunny Beach Motel," I told him.

"Sure ting, Miss," he said in a thick, Haitian accent.

A minute into the ride, I felt a weird sensation, in my womb. It was like the memory of an orgasm. My body didn't have an orgasm. There were no muscles contracting, electricity shooting through my body or any delicious shudders. It was almost like my body was remembering the sweet feeling of release.

"The Prayer of Avvah has been completed," Ramiel's voice whispered out of the darkness. I shuddered as invisible hands

caressed my body through my dress. "Keith and Natasha have known each other and the Bond of Avvah links them. Never again will another excite them sexually."

Ramiel's hands traced up my side and grabbed my breasts, kneading the pliant flesh, pinching my nipples. I bit my lip to stifle my moan as an orgasm rippled through my cunt. I could feel his cock pressing at my tight asshole. No, not in the back of the cab! I tried to open my mouth to protest but instead I let out a steady moan as his cock sank into my ass.

The driver glanced in the mirror, concern painting the rich black of his face. "You 'kay, Miss?"

I wanted to answer, but the Ecstasy of Ramiel rolled over me and my senses faded away, leaving only the pleasure of his cock in my ass. The pleasure of a cock in my pussy. Both cocks pumping away, bringing me to the height of pleasure. I was lost in the sea of sensations, a never ending orgasm that became stronger and stronger, a wave building and building before it crashed upon the shore. And then hot sperm was shooting into my ass and the largest orgasm yet rippled through my cunt, my ass, my soul.

The cock in my ass withdrew and my sense slowly returned. The feel of vinyl seat sticking to my naked ass, a cock pumping in and out of my pussy. The sour smell of sweat and tobacco. The sound of a man grunting, of flesh slapping on flesh. I opened my eyes to see the Haitian driver over me, fucking me hard.

I was laid out in the backseat of the cab, my legs wrapped around his waist. His cock felt nice in my sore cunt. He was smaller than Keith's monster. "Bouzin sal!" the driver gasped as his warm cum spilled inside me and another orgasms spasmed weakly through my body. The Haltian pulled out of my cunt. "You one dirty bitch!" he said, his big smile reveling yellow, tobacco stained teeth. He put his wet cock away and got back into the driver seat.

As he drove away, I sat up in the cab. My panties lay on the floor and I slipped them back on. My tits were out, both wet with spit and I pulled my bodice back up. When we reached my motel the cabbie still asked for the fare. I didn't bother tipping, his leer told me he got all tip he needed.

As I walked up the stairs to the second floor landing, fishing my key out of my purse, and started to think. I now knew I could perform the Prayer of Avvah. I just need to figure out how I could get Antsy into bed with me before she leaves Tuesday moming. That gave me five days to figure it out.

"FBI tipline," I answered, stifling a yawn. I couldn't wait for Marty to get back from vacation and I could go back to working days. Graveyard was killing me.

"Uh, yeah," a nervous man answered. The caller idea listed a cell phone registered to Brandon Fitzsimmons. "Um, hi."

I started typing the information into the computer. "How can I help you, sir?" I asked.

"I have a tip on those bank robberies in Tacoma," the man said.

"Okay, what's your name, sir?" knew who the phone was register, but that didn't mean it was Mr. Fitzsimmons was speaking to. And if it was Mr. Fitzsimmons and he wanted to be anonymous, I could maintain that fiction for him.

"Uh, Brandon Fitzsimmons," he answered. "Listen, this guy, his name is Mark Glassner. He's shacked up with my wife."

"Uh huh, and what's your wife's name?" I asked, typing away.

"Desiree." He paused. "This guy, Mark, he's a bad guy. Really dangerous. He's got lots of weapons. He's showed them to me. He boasted about how he would love to kill a cop."

"Really, and where is he staying?"

"At my house 2936 Mountain View Court SE, Puyallup, WA 98374, He's really dangerous."

To be continued....