Too late to turn back now...

Before you can rewind in your mind and actually understand what he just had you say, he presses his body hard against yours, letting loose a roar of pleasure. Blooming warmth within you triggers your building orgasm to burst, wiping any worries, concerns, or confusion from your brain in a flood of ecstasy. It feels as if it goes on for minutes, his cum flooding your pussy and womb to the brim. Finally, he pulls out of you.

"Goddamn, am I glad we decided to start this programming shit," Mr. Aldric half mutters to himself as he straightens. Louder, he continues: "You got all of that, didn't you, Dahlia?"

"Yes, Mr. Aldric!" she responds cheerily, handing over a cellphone. Was... was she filming all of that!?

As he replays the clip and you catch your breath, you finally get to wrap your mind around what just happened. Your stomach sinks quickly, each word from your own mouth dropping it further. Oh, god. You verbally signed away your life to a man you literally just met, who managed to coax you into giving up your virginity within an hour.

You done fucked up, girl.

"Now, then," he begins as the clip ends, "I am going back out there. Dahlia, John. The two of you will stay here. Get into one of the stalls together and play with each other until I return. You are not to orgasm without my permission. Whenever someone enters the room, you will go at it even harder-- make it difficult not to give yourselves away." Before you can object, he adds, "I will tell Lukas you weren't feeling well, and Dahlia volunteered to go home with you and make sure you were all right."

With that, the man straightened his clothes and left without another word.

You gasp as the other young woman grabs your arm, pulling you towards the farthest stall from the door. She lets out a giggle as she closes and locks the door behind you.

"This is, like, going to be so much fun!" Her smile is so genuine, it almost draws one from you. "You are, like, soooooo lucky he did that-- I've been wanting him to take me officially for, like, ever!"

What? She's not... he made you swear to become his **** (if not in so many words), but even his obviously enraptured bimbo doesn't "belong" to him? Now that you think about it, what was he talking about, "programming?"

Your thoughts are cut short as Dahlia's lips meet yours and her fingers enter your now well-fucked cunt. Right. Your orders...

Not seeing much other option, you return the kiss, mimicking her treatment of you. Hopefully you wouldn't be completely terrible at this..

Dahlia pulls away briefly, just long enough to guide you backwards. You soon figure out what she wants, and you get up to sit on the back of the toilet, feet on the seat. She climbs up on top of you, pressing her drooling slit and perky tits against yours. Before you can moan from the contact, she kisses you again. You had never really thought about another woman like this before tonight, but you are sincerely loving it.