Nicole didn’t *want* to dress like a slut, but she did, and that was no one’s choice but her own. She started each day intending to dress like a respectable, professional office worker, but then her boyfriend made her edge for a full hour, rubbing her slutty little cunt but not allowed to orgasm.
After an hour he told her she could dress any way she wanted, but if her outfit made her look sufficiently brainless and sufficiently rapeable, he would allow her to finish her masturbation, in public, after she had left for work for the day. Horny, thinking with her cunt, needing desperately to orgasm, she always chose her sluttiest clothes, the ones that made her look like a dumb bimbo whore, and when he approved she eagerly left the house dressed like that so she could finish rubbing her cunt to a satisfying orgasm in full public view on the bus to work.
She saw the looks she got at work, dressed like this, and she knew there was only so often she could turn up costumed like a prostitute before she either got fired or had her duties rearranged to involve serving her boss’s cock, and each day she swore she’d be a modest, well-behaved girl tomorrow… only she knew she wouldn’t. She was a slut and her cunt made her decisions for her, and she was already thinking about an even more whorish outfit for tomorrow…
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