Molly lives her life by nobody’s rules but her own. She’s a hot tall slender red head with legs that goes all the way to her neck. She can have anyone she want, male or female. It has always been that way for her since puberty. At the age of eighteen nothing much has changed.
Even though it’s nearing the end of summer, this is one of the hottest days of the year. Molly isn’t wearing a bra under her loose fitting tanks top. She doesn’t have much of a need for a bra, her perk B-cups are firm and just big enough to draw attention with her small slender frame. She’s wearing plain white Ked’s shoes without socks.
Even now as she strolls through the bus station she is teasing and seducing men, just for the fun of it. She doesn’t even know their names and she doesn’t care. She wiggles her hips slowly and seductively as she bends over just enough, as she takes a sip of water from the water fountain, for her red skin tight micro skirt to ride up just enough for crotch of her silk French cut panties to peek out. Molly smiles a man in his mid-fifties, sitting with his wife, crosses his legs to hide the erection swelling in his pants.
Molly is horny. It has been almost three days since she’s had a good hard fucking. What Molly does could never be mistaken for sex. Molly likes it rough and hard. She has a few hours until her next connection leaves. Now all she has to do is find her prey. She sits down and watches her prospects pass by.
She’s partial to black men. That didn’t work out too well last time. Tamika didn’t take it too well when she walked in on Molly and her boyfriend Daryl. Molly is getting wet just thinking about their encounter.
Molly had noticed Daryl checking her out for some time now. He wasn’t shy about it. He even checked her out in front of Tamika. Daryl fancied himself a ladies man. Being the captain of the basketball team only helps to spur his over inflated ego.
Molly doesn’t understand how Tamika found out. She never meant to hurt her. Tamika has been her best friend since their high school days. There was a time when Tamika and Molly would swap boys like old pairs of shoes. Molly doesn’t know what made Daryl so special to Tamika. But that is in the past. She will patch up their relationship next summer when she returns home. Right now Molly needs to pee.
Of course every woman in the bus depot has to pee at the exact same time. The line is ten deep outside the women restroom. Molly stands in line, but she doesn’t know if she can wait. She notices that no one has gone in or out of the men restroom.
Hey when you got to go, you got to go. Through the stares, murmurings and gasps Molly briskly makes her way into the men restroom. She doesn’t even look to see if anyone is in there, she makes her way to the far stall in the corner. She locks the door behind her.
She completely removes her panties. She hates the idea of the remote possibility that her panties would slide down paste her knees and unto the ground. She almost doesn’t make it to the toilet before a steady stream comes rushing out. Her heart drops as she hears the restroom door open. She holds her breath as the thought of being dragged out by security popped into her head.
She waited motionless as she stared at the door. She knew that in the next few seconds there would be a pounding at the door and an order for her to come out. She just hopes she hasn’t broken some law. It would be quit embarrassing getting arrested for peeing in the men restroom.
Molly breath a sign of relief as the sounds of a man peeing in the urinal directly across from her fills the room. After a few seconds Molly just can’t resists, she gets up and cracks the door open and peeks out at the man. She can’t see anything, but the excitement of voyeurism is new to her. She never thought she could get so wet just from spying on someone else doing something which she had never considered erotic, by any standard.
Without thinking about it, Molly starts massaging her exposed clit with her free hand. She could feel her knees begin to buckle. She had never come so close to climax so fast. Her middle finger slips into her moist slit. She lets out a soft but audible sigh.
Molly ducts back behind the door as the man turns around and looks in her direction. She begins to panic as she hears him walking over in her direction. She moves back into the corner.
The angry man burst through the stall door. “What in the hell are you doing you fucking pervert?” The man is shocked into silence when he sees Molly standing in the corner clinching her panties with her skirt still hiked up over her ass.
Molly stands motionless in the corner. Her fear quickly turns into excitement as notice the erection growing in the man’s pants. Molly bites her lower lip and flashes her signature seductive half smile. “Is there something I can help you with?”
He can’t take his eyes off the soft fiery fur covering Molly’s mound. He walks over towards her, locking the door behind him. “Well what do we have here?” He pulls her panties from her hand and sniffs the crotch. He then pushes the panties, crotch first, into her open mouth. “So do you just like watching, or are you here to fuck also?”
Molly rises to her toes and lets out a muffled moan as his two huge middle fingers force their way up into her sopping wet tight cunt. His thumb has no problem finding her erect clit. He presses down hard on her exposed clit as he digs his fingers as far as they will go inside of her.
Molly can feel her juices run down her legs as his fingers spread apart. Her face turns flush and her knees begin to buckle as he opens and closes his fingers and messages her clit.
He pulls his fingers out just before Molly reaches climax. He yanks her panties out of her mouth and sticks his sticky fingers down her throat. Molly gags and pulls back. “Where in the fuck do you think you are going bitch?” He grabs her by the back of her head and holds her steady as he wipes his fingers clean on her tongue. “Lick all of your fucking slim off my fingers slut.”
He wasn’t a black man, but he certainly had Molly’s attention. She worked feverishly to lick his fingers clean as drool streams out of her mouth. He pushes his fingers deeper into her throat just far enough for her to begin to gag and then pull them back out, but never completely out of her mouth.
He pulls his fingers out of her mouth and grabs the bottom of her chin. He tilts her head back. “Open your mouth bitch and keep it open until I tell you different.”
Molly does as she’s told. She opens her mouth as wide as she could.
He puts her panties on top of her head, like a beanie cap. “Stick out your tongue bitch.”
Molly complies with his command.
He finger fucks the back of Molly’s throat with the same two fingers he just removed from her mouth. Molly pulls away. He slaps her hard across her face. “I said keep the fuck still bitch.” He grabs a handful of her hair and panties and holds her in place.
He rapidly moves his fingers in and out of Molly’s mouth making sure to go as deep down her throat as possible each and every time. Molly gags and gasps for air. A normal person would be scared out of their wits, by now. Molly was cuming harder then she has ever cum in her life.
Molly was worked up into such frenzy she didn’t notice when the man dropped his pants. She nearly jumped out of her skin when his rock hard cock slides effortlessly into her dripping cunt. Her lungs filled with air when he removed his fingers from her mouth to get a better grip on her as he fucked her hard and fast.
There was nothing romantic about this moment. There were only two total strangers fucking each others brains out. Molly has incredible control over the muscles in her vagina. She uses them to message his cock with the walls of her vagina.
He fucked her so hard and fast she thought he was going to fuck her through the wall. Molly arches her back and wraps both her legs around his waist to get better leverage. She wasn’t about to let him get the best of her. She was determined to fuck him under the table, or stall in this case.
Molly reaches back and pulls her panties from off her head. She tosses her hair and looks deep into his eye and flashes her killer smile. She leans her weight forward and pushes herself off the wall. He is now supporting all of her weight.
Molly starts to ride his cock as he stands in the middle of the stall. She starts slowly at first and builds up speed. She uses her entire body arching her back and rolling her shoulders forward in rhythm as she rides his cock.
Molly places her panties over his head. She grabs a hand full of his hair and her panties and yanks backwards. They fall back against the stall door. Molly rides his shaft slow and steady, using her vaginal walls to message him into an orgasm. Through the leg opening of her panties Molly can see his eyes begin to roll back in his head as he builds to orgasm.
His legs begin to quiver, just moments before he explodes inside of her cunt and baths it with his cum. Molly continues riding his cock, squeezing every once of cum out of him.
His cock goes limp before Molly can cum. She’s frustrated as the man slides down the stall wall and unto the ground. Molly reaches down and removes her panties from his head. She stands directly over his head and allows his cum to drip out of her cunt onto his face. He is too spent to resist. She uses the crotch of her panties to clean his cum, from her cunt.
Molly squats down and puts her face close to his. “I may be a slut and I may be a bitch, but I’m not yours. You are going to have to fuck me a lot better then that before you can call me your bitch.”
She shoves her cum filled panties into his mouth as he gaps for air. She stands up; adjust her skirt and walks out of the stall leaving him on the ground. She walks over to the sink and washes her face and pussy clean. She can hear the man getting himself together in the back ground.
Molly doesn’t bother to look back as she exits the men’s bathroom. She didn’t get to cum, but he did take the edge off. Molly walks past the stares of the women still waiting in line. She sits down and watches the clock. She still has just a little over two and a half hours until her buss leaves.
Molly winks at the man from the bathroom as he hurriedly passes in front of her. She smiles to herself at his obvious attempt to act as if he doesn’t know her. It really doesn’t matter too much to her. She isn’t looking for a long term relationship. She had enough of those to last a life time.
She picks up a magazine next to her and starts thumbing through it. She sizes up a girl sitting across from her. The girl notice Molly looking at her and shyly looks away. Molly is tempted to go over and start up a conversation, until she sees a guy sit next to her perspective target. Molly returns to reading her magazine.
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