The most difficult challenge of your life.

Your eye twitches from the sheer euphoria assaulting your system, your muscles tensing in an attempt to hold onto the sounds you instinctively want to release. You listen to the unwitting woman next to you go about her business, wondering what she would think of a slut like you sitting masturbating just one stall over, a fresh load of the boss' cum dripping from her slovenly cunt. The door to the second stall opens as the toilet flushes, followed soon by the running of the sink.

Finally, the door opens and closes once more. Your fingers slow, a relieved sigh rushing through your nose. Your mind and muscles were trying to seize up, prepared to orgasm already. However, your rewritten personality takes control, ensuring you will remain on the edge until your new master gives you permission.

You have no idea just how long you sit there, rubbing yourself with futile fervor. You lose track of how many people enter the room after five. You feel like you have barely breathed, your muscles aching from trying to hold in your delirious moans. Your mind dripped from your drooling pussy ages ago. You don't remember how you arrived in this restroom or why, only that your master told you to do this and wait for his return.

Finally, the stall door opens.

"It seems you are a good little fuckslut, ****."

You tremble, proud to receive your master's praises.

"You may make sound again, slut."

You immediately release a long, loud moan, fingers still furiously assaulting your clit. "Th-thank you, Mr. Aldric," you respond weakly, breathlessly, your mindless smile spread across your face.

"Stand and turn around," he commands. "Stop touching yourself and brace against the wall." You comply excitedly, wondering what he has in store for you. You moan again as he releases his cock, rubbing it along your drenched slit.

You cry out as he pushes his generously lubed member into your ass.

"Damn," he comments, slapping one of your cheeks, drawing forth another moan from you. "Virgin back here, too?" You nod, head lolling back and eyes trying to roll. "Be honest with me, slut. Am I the first man to ever have you?"

"Y-yes, M-mr. Aldric..." you admit. He doesn't give you so much as a second to adjust, immediately pounding away at your formerly-virgin asshole with a vengeance. Had you any rational mind left, you would assume he must have paid off the restaurant staff as he is allowing you to scream in painful pleasure freely.

He grunts, beginning to lose rhythm after a couple minutes. He leans against your back, seizing your tits roughly.

"When I cum inside you," he commands in your ear, "so will you."

"Y-yes, Mr. Aldric! Th-thank you, M-mr. A-Aldr-dric-c..."

His efforts redouble. Your eyes roll into your skull. Finally, he bursts, and so do you. Hours worth of pent up girl cum sprays all over both of yours legs, mixed with some of his earlier load.

"For giving me all of your virginities," he begins, pulling out to your disappointed whimper, "I will forgive you for the mess you've made of my pants."

"Th-thank you, m-master..." Your words blur into incoherent noise, your body slumping against the wall.