An absolute mansion!

John was at a lost for words. Having spent most of his adult life struggling to make ends meet, he would often indulge in fantasies of what his life would be like if he were lucky enough to hit lotto. He would envision himself lounging in by his mansion, his feet dipped in his expansive swimming pool as he enjoyed a nice book. The mansion standing before was far more extravigant than his fantasies, standing three stories high with pristine white walls. Looking to the side, he saw that a double wide garage was connected at the side and from where John stood, it looked like it could fit six minivans and still have plenty of room to spare.

"Well?" Khloe chided impatiently.

"I-It's... big..." John stuttered as he continued to stare at up at her home in awe.

"You really think so? It's a lot smaller than the last place we lived. Mom insisted on getting it though. She said it had 'historical signifigance' or some stupid shit like that" she said before shoving him forward. "Get inside and make yourself comfortable while I get this old hunk of junk inside" she said before stepping back into the van and backing up out of the driveway.

As lavish as the exterior was, it paled in comparision to the interior. It had everything that John had ever dreamed of owning: a large kitchen stocked to the brim with food, a home theatre, a bath house and more. It was hard to believe that a disgusting slob like Khloe could live in such a place, though it somewhat made sense considering she was friends with someone who could afford to shill out money for what little amounted to an pretentious snuff film. That said, he suddenly felt more comfortable with his current situation. He didn't like the idea of being a sex ****, but it was hard to deny that his current living conditions were marginally better than his old dilapidated apartment.

"Well... I may as well try to make the best out of this" he said to himself.

John's personal tour was cut short by sharp pain on his backside which pushed him forward and cause him to yelp. Khloe had somehow approached him without his notice and delivered a swift slap to his bare ass.

"If your done gawking at my home, come on. We need to get you properly situated" she explained as she walked ahead of him. John swallowed nervously and obdiently followed her from behind, his sphincter clenching as he dreaded what was to come. Khloe lead her **** upstairs and down the long hall leading to a door that had her name neatly embrodiered on the front. She grinned as she kicked her door in and John nearly bowled over by the intense miasma of stenches that radiated from her room. Her room better reflected what he had come to expect from Khloe, completely disheveled with an untold amount of dirty, spunk covered magazines and sex toys littering the area. Aside from the expensive looking computer and television that she possessed, it was impossible to tell that she was a woman of wealth.

"Pay attention, cum rag. This is my room, where you'll be spending most of your nights. As my ****, I expect you to keep everything neat and tidy. Starting next week, I'm gonna start doing checkups to see how well you do in keeping it clean. If I see so much as one speck of dust, I won't let you lube me up the next time I claim your ass. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes..." John meekly replied.

"Excuse me?" Khloe asked as her expression soured.

"Yes ma'am!" John quickly barked out.

"Mmm... good boy. You learn real fast!" she said before walking over to her bed and sitting down, her hands grabbing onto her wasteband and yanking her pants off. Her swollen cock stood fully erect, the sight of it making John sweat nervously. Going by the grin on her face, he had a decent idea of where this was going.

"Let's celebrate your new house with a bit of fun! Get your scrawny ass over here and hop on this dick~" she teased as she pumped her hips slightly, flinging a thick dollap of hot precum onto John's cheek. While he had become resigned to his fate as the sex ****, he tried to think of a way to get out of actually following through with it. His stomach still ached from the gallons of spunk she had deposited into him on the ride to her house and he dreaded to think of how full his stomach would be after she was done "celebrating" with him. He thought of voicing his concerns to Khloe, though he was more than a little apprehensive at the thought. If she thought he was reniging to their agreement, there was no telling what she'd do to him.