Oh, she's a very good slut

Lexi slowly stands upright, and turns her head, looking out the window, not knowing which window belongs to Mr. E, her new favorite pervert. Not that she ever had a favorite pervert. Knowing that whichever one it was, he was watching her. Then she saunters off to the bathroom, making an extra show of it for his benefit. She does up her eye make up and lipstick and blush, not sure on why the eye make up since he wants her blindfolded, but if she's going to do this, she may as well obey his every command. Make up done up just the way he wanted, she selects a particularly sexy pair of heels, black and strappy, her toes left bare, the very, very high heel very narrow. Definitely not made for dancing, barely made for walking. Perfect. She puts them on and gives herself a quick once over in the mirror. Yes, very slutty, very hot, very sexy. Next she reaches into her special drawer, where she keeps her toys and things, and pulls out a blindfold she'd gotten to spice things up with her ex. Well, it's certainly going to spice things up, just not with that bore.

Next up, she grabs her purse, takes a deep breath, and before she can get a chance to chicken out, leaves her apartment. Luckily it's late, so it's unlikely she'll be spotted by any of her neighbors. Her heart is racing as she walks down the hall to the elevator and pushes the button. She tries to breathe normally as she waits for it to arrive. As the door opens, to her shock, the elevator is occupied. A couple from a few floors above hers. She stands there for a brief moment, then steps into the elevator with them. They stare at her, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. She looks over at them, smiling with a confidence she didn't feel at the moment, and says to them, "Laundry day." With that the elevator continues its journey down to the lobby. Lexi standing there, naked except for her heels, the couple staring at her, the husband clearly enjoying the view more than the wife. Though both have fortunately gone from shocked to amused.

Once down at the lobby, Lexi steps off the elevator, and walks out, exaggerating the sway in her hips as she walks, for the benefit of the couple, but also because she rather enjoys having their eyes on her. Another few deep breaths, steeling herself, and out onto the street. There's a few pedestrians and cars driving by, but not too crowded, and she's able to make it across the street with only a few catcalls and cars honking at her. All the attention only serving to make her wetter, hornier, sluttier. Once inside the building belonging to Mr. E, she texts him, "Your little slut is in the lobby now, as ordered. I'll be waiting for you, blindfolded and playing with my eager cunt." And with that, as good as her word, she puts on the blindfold, and standing there, begins fingering herself. For a few minutes, the only sounds she can hear are her pants and moans, the wet squishy sounds of fingers pumping in and out of her sopping wet fuckhole. And then she hears it, the elevator dings, and the doors open. Shortly followed by his voice.

"Well there she is, my good little slut, and even hotter in person." With that, he steps up to her, takes her into his arms and kisses her, hard and deep. As if knowing that, at least for tonight, she belongs to him. With that, he takes her hands firmly in his and puts them behind her back, quickly placing and locking the leather cuffs onto her wrists. Lexi's surprised and a little scared by this, but still doesn't actually feel unsafe. He's firm and forceful, but so far, nothing indicating any hostility. Her feelings a mixture of fear, excitement and lust, like being on a sexy rollercoaster. Next a collar is placed onto her neck, and apparently a leash attached to that, as he tugs on it, leading her into the elevator, cautiously, gently, so she doesn't lose her balance. Once the elevator starts to move, she feels his hands on her body, fondling and squeezing her tits from behind, and his hot breath in her ear, "Now it's time to give you the first sampling of what you so deeply hunger for, little slut." He says in a commanding tone. And with that she hears his pants unzip, and then she feels it. His cock sliding inside of her. Here she is, naked, blindfolded and handcuffed, being fucked by a man she's never met, a man she has no idea what he looks like, or what his name is. Before he's got the full length in, she cums. Hard. His voice continues in her ear, "That's a good little slut, cum for me. Show me how much you love my cock!"

She cums again a few seconds later, but it has little to do with his cock in particular. It's nice and all, a bit bigger than her ex's cock, but no, she knows that deep down, despite the earlier dirty talk, it's not about any specific cock. It's about how he made her feel. How she allowed him to make her feel. How she allowed herself to feel. To just let go, to be a submissive little slut. His anonymity just makes the whole thing easier for her, and hotter. To give herself over to this stranger, to be used by him, no expectations, just hot, dirty fun. But she plays along, letting herself fall into the role, into the headspace, of the cock hungry, submissive little slut.

She surrenders to him, to her hunger to be used and fucked by her Mr. E. His cock slamming deep into her, thrusting into her over and over again. She manages to cum once more during the ride up, and once at his floor, he pulls out of her and zips up, taking the leash, and leading her to his apartment, and to a night she'll never forget.