Up to his apartment

Rushing quickly through the apartment complex lobby, you're roughly pushed into the first available lift, Daddy pressing the button for floor forty-one. As the doors close, he turns to you, his voice commanding. "Take your skirt off"
"But-"
"Take it off! You're a little slut and you deserve to have the world see your cum soaked cunt!"
Your stomach flips, in excitement and fear, your pussy pulses and your knees buckle. "Yes Daddy"

You slide the short skirt over your hips, letting it fall to the lift floor before daintily stepping your three inch heels out of them. Deftly bending and scooping the skirt up, Daddy stuffs it into his coat.

You're shocked. Your cheeks burn and you can feel the hot pinpricks of tears forming in your eyes. How could he do this to you? How could you let him? Your beginning to think that this is too much. Even for you. Yet your pussy keeps dripping. You try to cover yourself with your hands, but Daddy pulls them away, giving you a sharp little slap on your mons. "Aahh! OW!"

His hand stays there, tracing its way to your hole before he slides two fingers into you. Your hips buck in rhythm to his movements, your juices covering his hand. The smell of vagina fills the small space. You feel the tears roll down your cheeks and give a sobbing groan as you cum on a stranger's hand in an elevator.