Follow me

"Follow me," ordered John gruffly.

Ariana followed John through the store as the patrons and employees stared. John took her to the back of the store and to the employee bathroom. He locked the door. "Strip to your underwear."

"Oh, OK," said Ariana.

"If I want you to talk, I'll tell you, so keep your trap shut!"

Ariana looked scared as she started to strip. She stripped down to a black lace bra and matching panties.

"Now get out your phone."

Ariana obeyed.

"Remember that dust-up of you in that doughnut shop where you licked those doughnuts in the display case? To make up for it, take a photo of yourself licking that toilet seat." John pointed to the toilet.

Ariana swallowed and looked like she wanted to say something. She knelt down by the toilet an turned her phone's camera on. She held the phone out and started to lick the toilet seat as she took a photo of herself.

"Good, not post that photo on Instagram with the caption "the things I'll do for sex."

Ariana could not believe she was doing it, but she opened her Instagram app and did as she was told despite it being so humiliating. She just needed this guy to fuck her so badly, she would do anything.

"Now rub yourself through your panties. That humiliating photo is making you horny, isn't it? You love being humiliated and degraded during foreplay, don't you?"

Ariana felt herself getting more and more aroused as she obeyed the stranger. She didn't even know his name, but here she was on the floor of a bathroom rubbing her pussy through her panties and craving his cock more and more.

John stood over Ariana and looked bored. After a few minutes, he stopped her. "That's enough. Take your panties off and shove them in your mouth."

Ariana was blushing in shame and burning with lust, she stood up and took off her panties which were not wet in the crotch. She shoved them in her mouth.

"Bend over the toilet. Lift the seat and grab the rim."

Ariana obeyed.

Smack!

John slapped Ariana's ass, causing her to yelp into her panties.

He smacked her ass again and again until her ass was red, and she was moaning and breathing heavily. He then removed his jeans and boxers. He took his stiff erection and slipped it into Ariana's dripping pussy. He grabbed her by the hips and rammed himself into her as deeply as he could.

Ariana moaned loudly into her panty gag. She started to orgasm. Despite her humiliation, she was enjoying this more than any sex she had ever had.

John fucked Ariana for several minutes as she had multiple orgasms and was sweating and moaning. He pulled out then rammed his sticky wet cock into Ariana's tight anus, causing her to squeal even louder into her panties.

"Yeah, you love it up the ass, don't you, you bimbo slut!" He fucked her ass for a few minutes then came in Ariana's ass. When he was finished, he pulled out and wiped his cock with her shirt. "Take your panties, wipe your pussy and asshole then shove them back in your mouth, bitch!"

Ariana, exhausted and very sexually satisfied, did as she was told. She could not believe she was letting herself being humiliated and degraded like this, nor could she believe how much it was turning her on. After cleaning herself up with her panties, she shoved the panties, now even more gross, back into her mouth.

"Get dressed, but leave the panties in your mouth and lose the bra," John ordered.

Ariana took off her bra and let if fall on the floor.

She put her skirt and blouse back on.

"Open your phones notes app and give it to me."

Ariana obeyed again. She opened her notes app and gave it to John. John typed on it and handed it back. "That's a list of sex toys and bondage equipment you are to buy and the address of a cheap hotel. Be there tonight at 7 pm on the dot, look for a door with your bra hanging on the handle, and I'll fuck you again, as by then, you'll need my cock again, and nothing or no one else can satisfy you, you filthy slut. Keep those panties in your mouth for thirty minutes then take them off and put them back on. Tonight, be in another pair of sexy bra and panties. Got it?"

Ariana nodded.

John put his boxers and jeans back on, picked up Ariana's bra, and left the humiliated, defeated, but sexually satisfied in the restroom.

He went and bought some video recording equipment, and at seven, he was at the cheap motel.