A typical sluts morning

Holly awoke the next morning. Her dreams plagued by the same dream again:

A blonde woman eagerly servicing cock after cock, basking in euphoric pleasure of being useful. As she got closer to the woman in her dream she would try to make out the identity, only for her face to be morphed between hers and someone else's.

A nightmare or a fantasy? Holly couldn't tell anymore. Part of her wanted it to be a nightmare, but there was something about it that drew her in. The only thing for certain, was how greedy it made her pussy. **** for something to fill it.

*Beep beep* *beep beep*

Holly dismissed the alarm on her phone, only to be greeted by her new lock screen wallpaper.

Her own words of admission about how far she'd fallen already and the image of her slutty face covered in cum staring back at her. She still couldn't get over what a completely stupid slut she looked like. God forbid someone else picks up her phone accidentally.

She gets changed into her new 'uniform' as Derek calls it. It was barely even clothing. A mesh top that when looked directly at, clearly displayed the perfect shape of her tits and nipples as if she wasn't wearing a top at all. At least she could wear underwear again, albeit a thong that would be always on display due to the new size of her skirt and matching but-plug.

She looks in the mirror, the sight of her new slutty self is starting to become more and more normal.

Now 'properly' dressed, she begins her 'cheering practice'. It seems like more of a strip tease than a motivational chant. She can't believe she's doing this, but at least the camera isn't rolling.

With no camera, it makes her feel like shes actually doing this for herself and no-one else. Practicing something like this with audience.. it's almost like a promise that someday, she will show this to someone, or else what was it all for?

Her movements were slow and deliberate, swaying her hips and ass in the perfect way to draw attention, she would occasionally grab her tits, or turn her ass around and smack it, making sure they would jiggle as much as possible as she recited the chant:

"S-L-U-T

That's the way I spell my name

Girls don't belong in game

Use their tits, not their brain

S-L-U-T

Pump your cum all over me

I like to give it out for free *pussy flash*

I don't care about my rank

Please just give my ass a spank"

As she performed her routine, her gaze was occasionally caught by the new art deco of her room. Namely the 'art works' Derek had prepared using her own Instagram photos and some look-a-like models.

She could feel the messaging starting to repeat as her own thoughts in her own mind. Her pussy was so wet by the time she was finished. The but-plug had her squirming as it pressed against her hole. She needed release, which meant it was time for the final part of her morning.

Some girls have eggs on toast, some girls go to the gym. For Hollys first item of the day, it was to head to Derek's room and beg for him to pound her pussy until she couldn't remember her name.

The walk to his room was a familiar one now. Her feet knew where to go, her body knew what it was expecting. Her pussy was so eager it was starting to leak into her panties, a fact her skirt wasn't hiding.

"Good morning Derek"

"Oh Holly, so nice to see you" he said sarcasticly as if he was surprised to see her again, dripping wet with an anticipation.

Derek had his pants down and his cock standing erect. He didn't have to say a word as Holly gave him what he wanted.

In return, Holly got what she wanted.

A few mind blowing orgasms.

Followed by Derek pounding any meager pride she might have had into dust while she moaned like a whore nonsensically attempting to form words.

Before he finally blows his load directly into her eager pussy, coating her insides.

After Holly regains enough energy, she wobbles back to her room and contemplates the rest of her day. Her thoughts are a soup of lust, and confusion.

Her pussy and mind on a hair trigger, which one will betray her first? She considers, as she selects her task for the day...