She finishes her chore.

Frat boy cum was oozing out of her hungry pussy and down her thigh. Frat boy cum had plastered her T shirt to the small of her back. The feel of it oozing creamily down her leg repulsed her, made her shudder. But her legs still wouldn't let her leave. She had dishes to finish. And worse, the impromptu doggy style fucking she had received had driven her need to new heights. Her tits throbbed for attention.

Once she finished the dishes, she scrambled to the nearest bathroom. She scrubbed herself clean, but didn't stay in the shower long. Scrubbing just felt like foreplay. She stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, surprised at how unchanged she looked. Even her lips where unchanged except for the permanent crimson gloss. The shower hadn't dimmed it in the slightest, and running her fingers over her lips just made her pussy tingle all the more. She wondered how a simple change in color could turn something as everyday as her lips into something so obscene, something exclusively for sucking and serving.

She combed her hair as best she could, obeying Seth's order to keep clean. She pulled up her tiny leopard print skirt, but that same order wouldn't allow her to put on her cum stained shirt. A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Hey bitch, I didn't tell you to spend the afternoon with a bubble bath. Get out here." It was Seth. Her body obeyed immediately. Seth's eyes went to her bare breasts, her obscenely jutting nipples. "Are you begging for it already? God, I hoped you'd take longer to break." Liz was blushing deeply. "N, no. My shirts dirty. I don't have anything to wear."

Seth looked over her shoulder at the jizz stained T shirt. He looked back to her. "Was it Darryl?" Liz nodded hesitantly. Seth turned to the stairs and bellowed, "DAMN IT, DARRYL! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK MY SLAVES?" He turned back to her. "He's always doing that. He's such a dick." He looked back to her succulent tits. "There's stuff for you to wear in the attic. But since you're all ready to go, lay down." Her body obeyed so quickly she thought she was falling. Her wet pussy gushed all the more in anticipation. But instead he sat on her stomach. She jerked, startled as her tits clamped together and then relaxed on her chest. He slapped his dick in between them and crossed his arms. He didn't say anything but they clamped together around his shaft and started to vibrate. Unbidden, her hands seized her wiggling mounds and rubbed them against his rigid shaft.

It wasn't long before he came again, slathering her tits and chest. He stood up abruptly, zipping his pants. "I think you need another shower. Afterwards, get dressed and make it trashy. And put on some makeup, you're a fuckslave for christ's sake." He left her there, his cum congealing on her chest, but she couldn't muster any anger. His cock between her tits had ceased their ache temporarily, and all that was left was a throbbing, inescapable need.