You refuse, but he won't take "no" for an answer

"Fuck off," you say and slap his hand away from your face and knock the money to the floor. "I'm not some whore."

You push him away from you and take a step towards the stall door, but Mr. Crassle reaches out and grabs you by your upper arm. His fingers dig roughly into your flesh. He drags you against him and pushes his nose almost against yours. His face contorts with anger.

"Listen up, you little cunt," he hisses. "What I want, I get. So you don't take money? Then you're not a whore, you're a little fucking slut."

"Let go of me," you bark. "Let go or I'll scream '****'."

"Go ahead," he sneers. "I'll tell your old sugar daddy that you came onto me. Who is he gonna believe? Some slut he just met or the guy he has known for most of his life?"

Before you can answer he spins you around and pushes your face against the side of the stall. Your cheek is pressed against the cool metal.

With his free hand he grabs the hem of your dress and slides it up your thighs and over your ass.

"Look at that cute little butt," he says, rubbing your ass through your panties. "Gorgeous."

His fingers roughly slide into the waist of your panties and he yanks them down over your ass. He slides them down your thighs and lets them fall around your ankles. You yelp as his fingers trace down the crack of your ass and then pull one of your cheeks to one side.

"Mmmm," he murmurs, "tight pink little hole. I bet you like a big dick in there."

"Get off of me, you motherfucker," you say.

"Yeah, you say that, but you're sticking your ass out like you want it."

His fingers move lower and slides across the slit of your teenage cunt. He reaches between your legs and roughly thrusts a finger inside you while his others begin playing with your clit.

"Yeah, that's tight," he fucks you with his finger. "I can feel it getting wet."

You feel disgusted and humiliated, but he's right. Your body is responding to his fingering. You hear him fumble with his belt and then the zip of his pants going down. He keeps massaging your clit and sliding his finger in and out of you until his big gold ring hits your sensitive button. His hard cock presses against the cleft of your ass, pushed up so that the shaft rests along the warm crease between your cheeks.

"I'm going to fuck your tight little cunt," he explains. "Tell me you want that."

"No," you moan.

"Don't fight it," he rubs his cock up and down your ass crack. "Tell me you want this big dick in your juicy little pussy."