Chores

“Every time you want to use it, you have to do something for me, first,” she replies calmly, looking down at you and pointing toward the door, “Turn.” You turn on your knees to face the door, as your Mistress stuffs her prick back in her shorts. You groan a little as she steps up on your bare thighs with her sneakers, and then close your eyes as she sits on your face, making you serve as her seat.

“This is mine. Permanently and forever, mine. If you want to borrow it, you have to earn it somehow. You've made my life miserable every opportunity you've had,” Allie says, and Brad somewhere between grumbles and growls with frustration.

“Earn it how? What do you want?” he asks. You feel her body sway as she sits on your face.

“Clean my room, and do it right. Don't mess it up on purpose out of spite or some shit,” she says, then slides down off your face, grabbing your hair and yanking you, “Come, faggot. My brother's going to clean my room, now.” You walk on your hands and knees past him as she leads you by a hand tight in your short hair. Brad is grumbling with irritation, but not arguing.

Part of you wants to laugh at him, but you don't have the right. You don't know why you find this funny, but it's clear Allie's feeling smug about this situation, which makes you want to. As you reach the living room, Sam is coming out of Brian's old room, and Allie yanks and then shoves you toward her.

“Tend her,” she orders, and you crawl to Sam, who already has her prick out as she stands in {first_name's} old doorway, “I'm going to go make breakfast.” Sam nods and simply watches you come over to her, grabbing your head and immediately shoving her dick in your mouth.

“You heard her, faggot. I don't feel like fucking your mouth this morning so get to work and suck it,” Sam commands. You immediately obey, bobbing your head on her cock, sucking lovingly, your velvet-soft lips travelling up and down her prick as you hear Brad grumbling past you in one direction and then the other, cleaning your Mistress' room.

“Man, you're going to cause a major paradigm shift in this house, fag,” Sam sighs happily as you simply continue to mindlessly suck her prick, moaning gently for her pleasure as you bob your head. Sam's feeling gentler today, you assume, as her hand caresses your scalp almost affectionately, not like last night. You work your tongue along her underside, moaning each time your mouth sinks down and inhaling as you lift up.

“That's it. That's a good faggot, suck that cock, worship me,” she sighs, “Swallow when you get to the hilt.” You obey as your lips wrap around her hilt, slowing down a moment to swallow. The muscles of your throat clamp tighter around her prick, stroking it to the crown before you lift again, her helpful instructions locking into your hollowed out mind.

All you're good for is sucking cock, and she's telling you how to do better at it. You listen, bobbing your head and moaning, worshipping her meat in your mouth with all you have. The smell of breakfast doesn't matter to you, this is the only meat you want, and you greedily inhale the scent of her musk in your nostrils, as you suck her cock. You're loving this moment, kneeling in front of Allie's best friend, worshipping her cock, being petted.

“Roll your tongue around the crown when you get up to it,” Sam orders, as you swallow around her hilt. You slide your head up, slowing down obediently to roll your tongue around the crown, caressing the underside of the helm. Sam sighs in pleasure as she continues petting you, and you feel her cock starting to pulse.

“Balls deep, faggot. Suck my nuts and take it,” she orders. Your mouth slides down to her hilt and you take a deep breath, then **** yourself down farther with a serious effort, grunting softly as your jaw opens wider to let her nuts in. You suck her balls worshipfully, reverently swallowing around the rod now lodged lewdly in your throat as you hear Brad grumbling in the background as he walks past.

Sam's cream pumps into your throat and you swallow until the pulsing stops, and then twice more to make sure you've received it all. Sam allows your head to slide up, removing her from your mouth, “Thank you for letting me serve you, Miss. Thank you for allowing me to have your cream.”

Sam nods in answer, stroking your scalp gently, then points toward the kitchen, “Go back to your Mistress, faggot.”

On your hands and knees, you navigate through the living room and enter the kitchen, where you discover Allie is not alone.