*Author's Note* This contains some short-lived non consent/ reluctance. It also contains some mild pee play. If this is a trigger/turn off for you, please be aware and read/don't read accordingly.
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Daddy let me rest for a few minutes while I regained the strength to continue. He and the two other men had used me and filled my mouth with their hot seed, Daddy's hand had brought me to orgasm when he stuffed it all inside my tight little pussy. This was turning into quite a magical day for me!
Daddy stroked my hair gently while I laid with my head in his lap in this dirty little room in the back of the bookstore. The porn continued to play on the TV screen, there were two men with their dicks out in front of the young-looking girl.
I felt content and warm, but there was a familiar stirring in my belly. I let out a small whimper when Daddy rubbed my lower abdomen.
"What's wrong, little one?" Daddy asked me, but I suspect he already knew.
I looked up at Daddy, his hand pressed more firmly right above my pussy. He knew what I needed, and he wanted to use it to torture me more, it would seem.
"Tell Daddy what's wrong or I can't help you." It wasn't that I didn't want to tell him, but I was embarrassed. And I knew his reaction might make me more uncomfortable. He pressed harder, causing me to whimper again.
"I need to go to the bathroom, Daddy," I finally blurted out. Daddy smiled at me, he knew the whole time why I was squirming around, he just wanted to hear me say it out loud.
"Why didn't you just say so, little one? Come with me, I'll walk you to the potty." Daddy pressed on my belly one last time before allowing me to stand up. I reached for my crumpled dress from the floor, but Daddy stopped me. He was going to make me walk there in just my dirty white stockings with the bows on top.
My cheeks turned a bright shade of red when he opened the door to our little booth. He took me by the hand and gently led me past several old men who leered at my young eighteen-year-old body. I was so humiliated and so turned on at the same time. What if I saw someone I knew?
We got to the bathroom and my bladder felt like it was going to burst. Daddy opened the door and walked in with me, still holding my hand. I really wanted privacy, just a few minutes to myself so I could breathe a little less raggedly. Daddy led me to a stall and gestured for me to sit down. He didn't shut the door. There was no way I would be able to pee with him watching, staring at me!
Then I heard the door open and a wave of nausea spread over me. No more audience! I thought I would die of embarrassment for sure when I heard a woman's voice say, "Why don't you step out? I'll handle this for you."
I froze. It had to be the woman in black that I had seen earlier as she and I were the only females in the bookstore. What did she want with me? Surely Daddy wouldn't leave me alone with a strange woman in a dirty public bathroom?
"Take good care of her," was all Daddy said before he exited the small bathroom. My pulse pounded in my ears as I heard her heels click against the tile floor. No, no, no. This wasn't really happening, this was too much for me to handle, I just knew I couldn't do this.
There she stood in front of me, clad in a black corset and long skirt with patent leather heeled boots peeking out from underneath. Her makeup was no-nonsense and dark, her hair pulled back behind her head with auburn curls cascading down around her shoulders. She really was beautiful, if I could get through being intimidated by those eyes that bore into my soul.
She didn't ask my name, what I preferred, or even really address me as a person; I didn't feel like a human being. She continued to bore holes in me with her eyes, I think she was waiting for a reaction, but I was too scared to move.
"I've been watching you. You've been a very good girl today," she said to me with one eyebrow raised.
I nodded. I didn't know what else to say, and even if I did, I don't think words would have come out of my mouth. I was scared and my Daddy had abandoned me with her when all I wanted to do was pee!
"You can address me as Mistress or Ma'am."
"Yes ma'am." I had finally managed to find a meek little voice inside of me. All I wanted was Daddy, I wanted him to wrap me up in his big strong arms and tell me I could pee!
"I think you are ready for much more, little girl. I think you need to be trained by someone who knows how to handle needy little sluts like you."
I just stared. Was she suggesting that I needed her help? That Daddy needed her help? No way!
She stepped forward into the stall with me, crowding what little personal space I had left and removed my remaining (if any?) dignity when her hand pressed firmly against my lower belly.
"You will pee when I tell you to, but not before. If you don't obey me, I'll be forced to punish you. That may prove challenging given you appear to enjoy being used by strangers, so I suggest taking this first lesson to heart."
She continued to press on my bladder; it hurt so badly. It hurt bad enough that I considered disobeying her, but quickly decided that wasn't my best plan to get out of this situation. She pressed harder and without realizing what I was doing, I let out a moan and opened my legs wider. My sounds and movements clearly didn't go unnoticed as her hand moved downwards between my legs.
Oh, I felt so dirty all over again. Here I was, sitting on the potty in a porn store with random men's cum in my tummy and now a strange lady touching my tender little clit. I felt another need brewing inside of me, not only was my bladder screaming for release, now I felt like I needed to cum.
I know she could see how uncomfortable I was when her other hand went back to massaging my tummy. She quickened her pace on my clit, occasionally dipping a finger down into my sopping wet pussy. This was torture, all the bottled-up feelings were clawing their way out of me, being held back only by her words.
