Being good girl at restroom [part 4] [Exclusive]

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You obeyed eagerly, relaxing your throat to accommodate him fully. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, smudging your makeup.

 Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath hot against his flesh where he pressed against the edge of the hole.

And then he was coming, his thick liquid spurting down your throat as he grunted. You swallowed greedily, accepting every drop he offered. The stranger's hips pressed against the hole as he emptied himself into your mouth, and you clung to the base of the stall, lost in the bliss of being his plaything.

Finally, he pulled back, leaving you gasping for breath. The fluorescent lights blinked overhead once more before steadying. You remained there, frozen in place, until the sound of denim sliding up and footsteps exiting the bathroom broke the spell.

In the quiet left behind, you stood and wiped the smeared lipstick from your mouth, straightening your skirt. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, a mess of smudged makeup and disheveled hair. But the smile that played at your lips said it all—you'd never been happier.

You exited the stall, the door creaking shut behind you. In your wake, you left a sticky puddle, evidence of your depravity for the next stranger to find. As you left the bathroom, you made a promise to yourself to return—to let another man fill your mouth, to be his slut, to become just another notch on his belt. You stepped back into the night, eager for the next time you could be his dirty little secret. Your heart pounded with the promise that this was only the beginning. This was only your first taste of being a cum slut. And you knew there would be more. Many more. As many as it took to feed your newfound hunger. You couldn't wait. You would be back. Over and over again.

 Until you had fulfilled the craving within you, a craving to be filled with cum. To be his. To be theirs. To be everyone's cum slut.

You walked through the parking lot, ready to get back home, hoping nobody could tell what just happened. It was hard to not feel proud of the accomplishment. You felt like you were on cloud nine as you got into your car. Your sissy ass was aching, begging to be fucked. And you just had to rub your little dick to make it feel better. You quickly got undressed and started rubbing clitty, playing with yourself until you came, hard. The moan escaped your lips as you came.

And you did that for the rest of the drive home. You couldn't get enough of rubbing your little clitty.

When you got home, you jumped into the shower. Your slutty cum-stained clothes hit the floor. And then it hit you, the urge to be fucked again. You couldn't stop rubbing your clitty as you lathered your body. And you could not wait to do it again. You got out of the shower, dried off, and hopped into your bed, and slept with the biggest smile on your face.

You knew that this was not the last time, and that made you extremely happy. It felt so good to be someone's cum slut. To be used.