He drives you to his place

Patrick drives for a short while, and as he does, your fingers find their way between your legs. You squirm happily as you plunge them into your sore, sopping cunt. The thought of being an object, being used, and serving Patrick quickly brings you to an orgasm. You softly play with your pussy for the remainder of the ride, and as the car pulls to a stop and turns off, you suck your fingers clean.

The trunk opens, and Patrick instructs you to step out. You're in an unfamiliar neighbourhood. He hands you the bags to carry inside and it's only now that you realize you could have grabbed your phone from your bag. Too late now. He leads you inside, locking the door behind him. His house is surprisingly spacious, and decorated with modern furniture and wooden accents. He takes the bags from you and places them in a closet.

"Stand up straight, spread your legs, hands behind your head." You immediately do as your told, and Patrick slowly walks around you, taking a long look at every inch of your body. As he circles your rear, his hand cups your ass and you flinch at the touch, but stay quiet. He traces his finger around your waist as he slowly completes his circle, letting it slide down to your pussy. He runs it along your lips and you moan as he pulls a glistening finger away. He looks closely at it before turning to you. "You really are a horny slut, aren't you? You haven't stopped dripping since the exam room. I bet you were horny that whole time too." You tremble.

"Why are you so horny, slut?"