As I’m overtaken by my desire to be Nas’s slut, I remove all restraints and start to grind hard and fast. The toilet seat beneath us whines with displeasure as I throw all of my weight into fucking Nas like a maniac. The fact that he showed up here tonight, the way he demanded I come meet him, the way he has controlled me and told me what to do, and the fact that it’s public all add up to this being breathtakingly hot, and I quickly work myself up to an orgasm that I know will be violent. Nas grabs my throat again and clamps his fingers down, sensing I’m on the edge. I choke, struggling for air and finding none.

“Don't fucking stop. You look so fucking good taking it, Baby Girl,” he growls. “I don't care who comes in here. You give me that cum right now. Splash all over me, you fucking slut. Give it to me.”

Fueled by Nas’s dirty motivation, I keep up the pace until I reach the precipice, but as soon as I do, the bathroom door opens and someone comes rushing in. Nas keeps his hands on my hips and forces me to keep it up, but the man speed walks right into the stall directly next to us and sits down. There’s no way he’s not going to hear us, and I’m instantly terrified, but it’s too late. I’ve reached the edge and I’m going over. Before I can help myself, I’m overcome by a heart-stopping orgasm. I try to cover my mouth to block the sound, but it seeps through my fingers like water. I growl into my hand and breathe like I’m drowning while everything from the stall next to us goes silent. I know he’s listening, but there’s nothing I can do. When it’s over, I freeze, while Nas smiles.

“Just like my dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear as the door next to us opens and the man steps out. The sound of water running from the sink fills the room as Nas forces me to get off of him and places me on the toilet while he stands in front of me. As the man outside dries his hands with paper towels, Nas shoves his cock into my mouth hard, and I take it with pleasure.