Five minutes ago I was fucked by a stranger in a public toilet. Actually "fucked" is a bit of understatement. The stranger had shoved his cock in my vagina, ass and mouth. Right there at 32 years old a stranger transformed me into a public slut in a wrink of an eye. And he wasn't finished with me. He told me to follow him to an adress he gave me on a piece of paper. I was to go there one hour after he had fucked me in the public toilet. Initially I caught myself considering going with him, but I felt afraid of following him there and instead I headed home.

Once at home I threw the dirty dress on the sofa, my heels right next to it on the ground and I entered the bathroom. I needed hot and long shower. Just as I was massaging my body with the soup, my fingers slipped between my buttocks. I could feel the fabric of my torn panties sticking partially out of my fucked asshole. I gasped. My middle finger magically slipped inside of my own rear hole. With a strange feeling of satisfaction I added one more finger, then two fingers, before finally snapping out of the trance and I simply pulled out the torn thong out of my ass.

Almost a week had passed since the strange encounter in the club.The memory of that evening gave me shivers every time, but it also invoked a strange feeling of arousal somewhere deep in me. This is how I felt every night in those next five days until Saturday night. It was a normal night up to the point my eyes came across my dirty dress lying the sofa. My outfit from that evening was lying unattended in the living room, just as I had left it. I don't know why I haven't moved it, so don't ask me.

Next thing I know I was holding the dress with the intention to get inside it. I froze. Something was not right. That evening he had told me not to where panties and bra, so I dropped them on the ground and in a few seconds I was already wering the dress and after ten more minutes I was on the backseat of a taxi. During the whole drive I nervously played with the piece of paper with his adress. It was a chilly night and I caught the taxi driver staring at my nipples which were rock hard and easily noticable under the dress. Did he thought I was a whore? Or a slut? Surely he didn't know that if he had slid his hand betwen my legs underneath the dress he will find my pantiless wet pussy. That thought added to the surrealistic feeling I had.

The taxi driver disappeared the very next moment I payed him. The adress was a small apartment building in an old industrial district. A lot of workers used to live here, but the last decade when the factories were moved further away from the city the place, a lot of people moved away. Maybe that's why only a few windows were illuminated that evening. With no hesitation I entered the building and went directly on the third floor. I knocked on the door of apartment 32 just as was written on the piece of paper in my hand.

At first there was only silence, but after that something inside squeked. Maybe another door? In the next moment his face greeted me.

"You are late" he simply said that with no emotion whatsoever.

"But I am here?" I answered not quite confidently

"Ok come in." I followed him inside the apartment. The interior was old and cheap. It wasn't perfectly clean but there was no disorder. He took me in the kitchen. "Get your tits out" I obeyed. I easily moved the dress fabric and took out my boobs. He groped them. "You have nice tits, now bent over the table and lift your dress"

I thought that this was the moment I was waiting for the last few days. I bent over the table and lifted my dress as instructed. Even more, I gladly parted my buttocks presenting him with my willing pussy.

"Stupid slut, I see you want my cock, but first you will get your punishment for being late" he slapped my rear with strong hand. He continued smacking me for more then a few minutes, turning my butt on fire before finally asking "Do you like it, slut?"

"Y-yes, please... more... I want more.... " I replied with teary eyes and he continued smacking me for another ten minutes. My ass felt raw. Then finally I felt it. The tip of his cock was rubbing against my pussy. "Please, fuck me" I moaned as his cock at last slid inside of my wet vagina.

He fucked me roughly. Every thrust came with a disgraceful force. He used his whole weight to press me against the table as he continued his in and out movements. His whole body language meant only one thing. I was nothing more then a fuck hole to him but that turned me on even more. The walls of my vagina were contracting as viciously as he was thrusting in me. The whole ordeal was a quick one, although I can say it was ten minutes of heaven. Then I felt his member spurting loads of cumm inside of my fuck hole. I couldn't cum though. I needed more time, but he simple withdrew his now softer cock, leacing me empty.

"Stay like that" he ordered and I heard him open a cupboard and then he came back. He pressed something made from metal against my wet cumm covered pussy. He rubbed it against my wetness, he even pushed it partially inside, but ultimately a few seconds later he shoved it in my ass. It was a small butt plug. I didn't mind it

"Get up and sit on the table facing me" I obeyed. Мy dress was rolled up revealing my privates and stomach and my tits were still out. Then he threw a piece of dirty clothing at me. It was the most ordinary dirty rag. "I want to see how you clean yourself. What's more, I want to see you cumm, while you are cleaning your cunt with that rag"

Quite humiliating, but something inside me forced me to put out quite of performance for him. I started rubbing my pussy with the dirty fabric, while moaning like a pathetic slut. Or maybe I already was? My hand continued the wild dance on my labia.

"Look at my eyes while you are doing it" he firmly asked and I forced myself to look at him without stopping even for a second with the filthy excercise.

"Push the rag inside. Clean your fucking hole." I once again obeyed. It was getting quite uncomfortable as the dirthy fabric was not very soft and had already soaked all of juices. My labia was getting soar of this game but somehow I had an orgasm.

"You are such a filthy scum" he said.

I didn't get the chance to reply. He grabbed my hand and threw me out of his apartment. Before closing the door he told me to come back on wednsday night at 21:00 o'clock. I was about to knock on the door again to ask him what was planned for that night but then I realized that I am still half naked with a rag shoved in my vagina. I looked around worriedly but the corridor was empty. Nobody had seen me. I pulled out the fabric from my pussy. It came out, but not without some pain. I rolled my dress back to its normal position. Now at least on the outside I looked like a normal well-dressed woman. But I knew the truth. My faith has been decided, but those that meant that I had already plans for Wednsday night? Should I come back again?