Degraded by a Depraved Girl

You don't want to lick her boots. You don't want to lick her asshole. You don't want to drink her piss.

And yet...you're still standing in front of her. She verbally slapped you for even asking her out, but you haven't walked away.

Finally, after a long period of silence passes between the two of you, she says, "I admire your courage, I suppose. It's a stupid sort of courage - the kind that would get a soldier killed as he ran ahead of his squad mates to try and be a hero - but I admire it, in a way, at least."

"Thank..."

She slaps you across the face before you can utter another word. "I don't recall saying you could speak," she says harshly. "You'll keep your mouth shut unless instructed to do otherwise. Do you understand?"

You rub your face - it was a hard slap - and nod.

"Now follow me," she orders.

You turn and follow her through the bar - where more than a few patrons are staring thanks to the slap you just received - down a dark hallway, and into a surprisingly clean bathroom.

"On your knees," she demands.

You hesitate and she raises her hand like she's going to slap you again. You fall to your knees in an instant and you look up to see a bright smile on her face. Something about that smile - about providing her with any kind of joy - thrills you.

"Lick my boots," she demands.

You look down at her brown leather boots. They seem clean, though there's very little chance that's true.

"What are you waiting for?" she asks. "Lick my fucking boots. Do as you're told."

This is your chance. This is the moment where you should get up and walk out. You should tell her to fuck off, too. You should make it clear that you're not the kind of guy that wants to be abused by a girl, that you asked her out because you thought you had a chance with her.

You don't get up, though. You don't say a word to her, either. Instead, you fall to your hands and knees, drop your head to one of her boots, and lick it.

The leather feels soft against your tongue and while the taste isn't pleasant, it's not terrible. You look up at her and she points at her other boot with a frustrated look on her face. You lower your head and lick the second boot.

It's in that moment that you fully realize what you're doing. You've dropped to your hands and knees in a bar bathroom - a fairly clean bathroom, but a bar bathroom nonetheless - and you're licking the boots of a beautiful girl you just met. You're literally a boot licker.

You're excited, though. You can feel it throughout your body. Your heart rate has increased. You feel a certain kind of joy swirling around your brain. And then there's what's happening between your legs. You're not quite hard, but you're excited. You can feel it throughout your loins. There's something about what you're doing - and the girl you're doing it for - that's tapped into a desire you didn't really know you had.

You finish licking her boot and look up at her again. She smiles and turns around. She slowly lifts her dress, first exposing her smooth, creamy skin of her thighs and then her utterly perfect ass with a black thong sliding down her wondrous crack.

"Pull my panties down," she says.

You reach up and pull the thong down. You catch a glimpse of her pussy lips and you feel a naughty thrill, like you've just seen something you weren't supposed to be granted access to.

She reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks. "It's a little sweaty back there," she says. "I didn't get a chance to fully freshen up after the gym, and that was hours ago. I can't imagine it smells all that good between these beautiful ass cheeks, but I'm not the one that has to find out."

You stare at her asshole. It doesn't look sweaty and you're not even sure she's telling the truth about not showering at the gym. After all, she looks perfect in her dress and boots and she clearly put some effort in before heading out to the bar. Maybe she's just trying to scare you.

"Now lick my asshole," she says harshly. "And no hesitation or I will slap the shit out of you."

You lean in and press your face between her ass cheeks. You extend your tongue. You lick the beautiful blonde's asshole. You lick a stranger's asshole in a bar bathroom.

"Fuck," she says before a soft moan escapes her lips. "That's fucking good."

Her pleasure thrills you to such a degree that you feel your cock getting hard. You're eating a stranger's asshole - and it was definitely sweaty, as an unpleasantly salty, acrid taste fills your mouth - and your dick is getting hard.

"Eat my dirty little asshole," she says before putting a hand on the back of your head and pushing hard.

She smothers you with her ass and it gets surprisingly difficult to breathe. You keep licking, though. Your saliva and her sweat ends up on your face. A pungent odor fills your nose, which is mashed into the crack of her ass. Your dick throbs through all of it, though.

"That's it, piggy," she says. "Lick my shithole, you filthy little fuck. You pathetic little bitch. You thought I'd go on a date with you? You thought you were even remotely worthy of me? No. This is what you're worthy of. Getting on your fucking knees and eating my shithole like the pathetic little pig you are."

You moan as you eat her ass with incredible vigor. No one has ever spoken to you like that and you're overwhelmed with desire. Your dick is so hard it hurts.

Then she steps away. Her dress falls over her ass and she spins around. She looks down, sees the bulge in your pants, and laughs at you.

"I knew I was right about you," she says. "Fucking pathetic." She steps closer, lifts her dress to expose the most perfect pussy you've ever seen, and says, "I'm going to piss in your mouth now. Seal your lips around my cunt, piggy, but don't you dare lick me. You don't deserve the pleasure of licking me."

You do as you're told and you keep your tongue in your mouth, for you know she won't hesitate to slap you - or something far worse - if you disobey her.

"Look up at me," she says.

You look up and see a devilish smile on her face. Her eyes are alive with wicked pleasure and you're absolutely certain that you're about to receive her piss.

"You disgust me," she says. "Which is why I'm going to make you my piss pig."

Hot liquid fills your mouth. You cough from the overwhelmingly awful taste and the sheer volume of piss that flows from her pussy. You spill a few drops, but she doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she seems to enjoy it as she laughs at your misfortune.

"You're even more of a pig than I thought you were," she says. "I didn't think you'd let me use your mouth as a toilet." She laughs again and the flow of piss stops. She steps back and says, "Open your mouth. Show me my hot piss."

You lean back and open your mouth. She laughs and then dips her fingers into the piss she deposited in you. She rubs those fingers over your face, marking you with her scent and smiling delightedly as she does.

"Swallow," she instructs.

You close your mouth and swallow her piss. It's an objectively awful experience, and yet your dick is still throbbing.

"Take your cock out," she demands.

You unzip your pants and free your cock.

"Masturbate," she says.

You stroke your cock and she spreads her legs a little wider, pushes her pelvis forward, and unleashes a torrent of hot piss. It splashes on your face first, but she redirects the stream to soak your shirt and then aims it at your cock.

"Jerk off with my piss, piggy," she says. "Use my piss as your fucking lube, you pathetic little bitch."

You do as you're told and you're certain your orgasm is fast approaching.

"Are you going to cum?" she asks.

You look up at her and nod. You're moments away.

"Cum for me, pig," she says as the hot piss ceases flowing from her pussy.

You close your eyes and cum. It's an explosively pleasurable orgasm you experience, one that's powerful enough that you nearly fall forward as your body suddenly feels too weak to hold you up.

Your heart is racing and you're breathing heavily when you open your eyes. Your cum is sprayed across the bathroom floor. You look up to see the beautiful blonde smiling at you.

"Lick up your mess," she says.

You look down at the streaks of cum that cover the bathroom floor, but you hesitate. It's just too disgusting a task to consider.

"Lick up your mess and we can play again," she says.

You look up at her with wide eyes.

"I know you want that," she says. "I know you want to see how else I'd abuse you. I know you want to offer yourself to me to do whatever the fuck I want. If you lick up your cum, I'll take your number and I'll text you when I want to play again. If you don't, I'm walking out of here and you'll never see me again."

You tuck your cock back in your pants, take a deep breath...and bend over to lick your cum from the floor. You hear her laugh with sadistic delight as you bathe your tongue in filth.

You clean up your mess, though. You clean it because you want more. She's right. You don't know why you want more, but you do. You crave it. You need it.

When you're done, she takes your number, blows you a kiss, and promises that she'll be in touch.

You clean up as quickly as possible and leave the women's bathroom to look for her. She's already gone, though.

You know there's a chance you'll never hear from her, but you desperately hope she'll be in touch again soon.