Discuss your plans for the weekend

When Tracy finally finished her shower, and she had taken her sweet time, she stood at the entrance to your ensuite wrapped in just a towel with a nervous look on her face.

"What is it slut?"

Tracy bites her lip and answers "I was wondering if you would take pity on this worthless slut and maybe, let me cum. I made a mistake and now I'm ridiculously horny so please sir, can I cum?" Her eyes tell you just how desparate she is. Between all the stimulation she had received during her workout and now after pleasuring herself in the shower for at least 30 minutes, she must be on edge.

Instead of answering her right away you decide to toy with her a little bit and move over to her. With one hand you grab her by the neck and pin her up against the wall and with the other you release her towel, dropping it to the floor and revealing her lustrous body. She lets out a soft whimper as you move your hand to her pussy and start gently rubbing around her labia and clit, which despite having dried herself recently are already dripping wet in anticipation.

Whilst rubbing her wet pussy, you move in close and start whispering into her ear. "Why don't I first tell you about my plans for you this weekend."

Tracy nods in response and you feel her gulp with your hand wrapped around her neck.

"So first off we're gonna be dressing you up like a real whore, the sluttiest clothing you've bought so far. Then we'll be going to a bar where you'll be flirting with whatever guy comes up to you. And when you do, you'll be offering your holes to him at the earliest convenience. You'll tell him he can use whatever hole he likes, however he likes. He can be as rough with you as he wants, because you're just a piece of meat for his pleasure. Then you'll take him to whatever filthy place you can find, whether it be out behind the bins or in a bathroom stall, and letting him plow your holes until he cums wherever he wants. Then when he's done, you'll come back into the bar and do it all over again with another man."

Tracy's pussy is dripping all over your hand at the idea of her fucking some strangers from a bar. She's biting her bottom lip at the thought. Each time you referred to her as a whore, or a piece of meat, she let a soft gasp escape her lips.

"Now before you cum, I want to hear you beg for it."

With this you look Tracy in the eyes and start fingering her pussy, which makes a wet sloshing sound as you pump two fingers in and out of her cunt.

"Please sir, please let this slut cum for you. I'm begging you. I want to cum so bad, please allow this dirty whore to cum."

"Alright then, cum for me."

Tracy tilts her head back against the wall and reaches the sweet release of an orgasm at your hands. As she does so she softly whispers those words which she's started to associate with her orgasms, "I live to serve." And with the way she's saying it, you really do believe her. She seems to genuinely have come to the belief that her sole purpose in life is to bring pleasure to others. As she cums, her pussy squirts straight down onto the floor, drenching your hand and wetting the floor.

"Oh fuck, thank you sir."

"Not a problem. I hope you're looking forward to this weekend."

Tracy smiles and looks at you "I can't wait."