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 Britney was upset by the quality of play she had gotten during her visit to
New York.  She'd gone out to bars and clubs almost every night and had had
sex with a few guys, but none of them had been as attractive or sexually
talented as she'd have wanted.  While she hadn't contracted in orgasm
during her time in the city, she had managed to contract herpes, syphilis
and H.I.V.  Riding in the SuperShuttle van from New York to Newark, she
looked out the window, watching the landscape transition from tall
buildings to suburbs.  She thought about her plane ride, and how she wasn't
looking forward to returning to her boring life in San Francisco.  She
began fantasizing about grabbing the dick of whomever sat next to her on
the plane, and pulling him into the bathroom to fuck.  She'd always been
somewhat afraid of flying, but that just made her even more aroused.  The
thought of fucking a complete stranger in such a sleazy way, on a plane she
feared would crash, made her so wet.  She began rubbing herself with the
backpack on her lap, trying not to make it obvious to the person sitting
uncomfortably close to her, though she was unable to completely control her
rapid breathing.  She was going to get fucked on that plane no matter what,
and she wasn't going to be happy until she had.

   The driver turned around and asked, "Which terminal?"

   The van pulled up to the terminal and the driver opened the door to let
her out.  He handed her luggage to her, and she gave him a tip and a wink,
wondering if he'd noticed her masturbating.  The strange look he was giving
her confirmed he had, but she didn't have the patience to be self-conscious
about it.  Checking her phone, she saw that she had just enough time to
make her flight.  She wished she could stop in the airport bathroom to
relieve herself with any man she could find, but unfortunately, she was in
a rush.  When she finally got to the gate, her flight was boarding.  She
hurried to her seat on the plane so she could begin seducing whoever sat
next to her.  Reaching her row, she found an Arab man sitting in the aisle
seat.  He stood up from his seat so she could get to hers.  As she passed,
she made sure her ass rubbed against him.  She could feel a growing bulge
in his stereotypically loose-fitting Arab pants.  Sitting down in her seat,
she stared at his turban and beard, slowly brushing her fingers against his
leg, then turning her eyes towards his crotch where a boner was beginning
to sprout.  The sight of this made her heart beat more rapidly.  She had
never had sex with an Arab man before, and the thought of it turned her on.
Her parents had been overtly racist when she was younger, and thinking
about the Arab's brownish dick inside of her made her feel as if she was
doing something really bad.  She knew that in Arab cultures women were
often mistreated.  She wanted him to mistreat her like he probably did his
many wives.  She wanted him to drive his taxicab cock balls-deep into her
vagina.  She wanted him to use his large supply of oil as lubricant when
fucking her tight ass.  She slowly moved her hand over his leg and began
rubbing his dick, and feeling his hand rubbing against her ass, she was
reminded of how, when she had been a kid, her dad had touched her ass
whenever she'd rub his dick.  Her flood gates had opened and she couldn't
wait any longer.

   Standing up, she walked past him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him
into the aisle with her.  She was so excited, and proud of herself.  The
plane was just taking off, and she was already going to get fucked. 
Opening the door to the bathroom, she yanked him in with her.  She locked
the door, which turned on the light.  Helping her take off her shirt and
bra, he began kissing and sucking on her nipples.  She could feel his raspy
beard against her breast, which also reminded her of her father, making her
unable to put up with any more foreplay.  She needed his dick.  Sitting
down on the toilet seat, she pulled down his pants, grabbing it and shoving
it as far back in her mouth as possible.  It choked her, and her eyes began
to water, reminding her of when her alcoholic stepmom had used to choke her
the times she'd caught her fucking her father.  The Arab was humping her
throat and pulling her head closer to him, making her gag.  He began to
moan.  "Oh, Allah, oh,Allah." She loved the feeling of being used.  His
moans got louder and louder, until her throat, still sore from the
gonorrhea, filled with tiny wiggly cells.  He started to pull up his pants.

   "Where are you going?  I'm not done with you!  You have to fuck me now!"
she yelled.  He pulled a box cutter out of his pocket.

   "I am going to hijack this plane and fly it into the World Trade Center.
I'm actually part of a pretty cool organization called Al Qaeda.  We hate
towers and like to hit them with planes.  I'll tell you all about it in the
afterlife.  Hahaha.  Actually, no I won't.  I'm going to have a thousand
virgins then.  What the fuck will I want from a whore like you?" With that,
the Arab man exited the restroom.

   She was already so wet, and being called a whore made her even more so.
Cum was dripping down her face.  She began rubbing her clitoris and
fantasizing about dying and the impact from hitting the tower.  The fact
that she knew the crash was coming but not when sent shivers down her
spine. She was shuddering and moaning, fingering herself with one hand and
pinching her nipple with the other.  Feeling the orgasm coming on, she was
overwhelmed with anticipation.  Then, there was a loud noise.  The plane
had hit the tower.  Her whole body contracted, and she screamed in agony as
splinters of fiberglass punctured her filthy flesh.  The plane exploded and
her body vaporized, with her moans still echoing throughout the apocalyptic
city soundscape.