You spend the day with Ronnie and tell him you'll be his fucktoy from now on

Ronnie is sitting propped up in his bed, a contented smile on his face as he watches you greedily gobble his plentiful fuck meat. He's hard again and on each downward swipe of your full lips your sore throat gets another poke from the swollen head of his cock. Ronnie's balls and your chin are awash in a mixture of saliva and cum. You must look like a real slut.

"You're such a bad little girl," Ronnie groans. "I've been looking for a cum-hungry slut who can keep up with me. Knows how to do what I say. I think you might be perfect for the job."

You slurp loudly as you come up off his cock with your lips trailing saliva and your tongue twisting around his purple prick. You lift your head up and stroke his juicy joint.

"I'm your fucktoy from now on, baby," you say. "I'm addicted to taking loads from sleazy drunks that live in the basement. You have no class...and I like that."

"That's what I like to hear," Ronnie says.

He lets you continue lavishing his cock with your oral attention for a few minutes, then has you turn around and stick your heart-shaped ass up in the air. You swoon at the feel of his big dick once again stretching your little pussy and filling your tight and well-lubed tunnel. Ronnie crams his cock into your creamy cunny with a gooey squelch and a slap of flesh on flesh.

He takes hold of your hips and pounds you hard. His balls slap against your clit, you lower your head and shoulders to the bed and let him pound your pussy for all he's worth, rooting you out with his big fucktool and not stopping until he screams with pleasure and blasts another load deep inside you. He lays draped over your ass, his sweat soaking your back and his cock occasionally twitching with aftershocks and drooling little pearls of spunk into your spit-roasted slit.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Ronnie says as he pulls out and leaves his spunk drooling down over your clit. "Why don't you make us some breakfast. I'm sure there's something in the fridge besides beer."

He disappears into the bathroom and you go into his filthy kitchen - sink piled with unwashed dishes - and look for something to fix. The eggs are way past their date and so is the milk, but you find some bacon and a half a loaf of bread. There's a white apron wadded up under the sink and as you fry up the bacon you tie it around your naked waist to protect your tummy from the splattering grease. You're not a good cook, but you can fry up bacon and toast some stale bread.

The bacon is sizzling in the skillet when you hear Ronnie walking up behind you. You lean down a little so he can see your cute butt sticking out of the back of the apron. He hugs you from behind and kisses your neck and you feel his hardon prodding your ass.

"After breakfast," you say.

Ronnie reaches over and hooks his fingers into the open container of butter spread. You yelp as he spreads your asscheeks and smears the buttery sludge down your crack.

"Stay right there," he says and you feel his finger screwing into your clenched ass, it parts your ring and prods you and stretches you. After a few seconds he pulls it out. "Beautiful," he says, admiring your greased hole. "Now hold them open for me."

You smile, leaning forward over the hot oven a little and reaching back with both hands to spread your cheeks apart. Ronnie presses the fat head of his dick to your buttery backdoor and slowly begins to press his dick inside you. There is some pain, but as your ass relaxes it opens up to take his big dick, inch by inch, until he is nibbling on your ear and balls-deep in your ass. Ronnie fucks you slowly, leaning back at times to watch his greased dick disappear into your hungry hole. He gradually picks up the pace until he is panting and slamming in and out of your ass.

"I'm going to pull out," he says, obviously on the brink of cumming. "I want you to suck out my cum. Can you do that?"

"Yes," you say softly and submissively.

"Good girl," he says and then moans and pulls his cock from your well-fucked asshole. You turn and drop to your knees and without thinking our looking you gobble his buttery sausage and bob its oily length with your lips and tongue. It tastes salty and bitter and a little unpleasant, but soon it throbs and hot spunk pulses across your tongue. You're too busy sucking out his load to worry about the germs and too turned on by submissively drinking his cum to do anything but finger your slit and suck. You cum from the rauchiness of it.

When he's satisfied you've cleaned his cock thoroughly he lets you finish making him breakfast. You watch him eat and think about going home to get cleaned up again - your sore ass is feeling awfully buttery - but Ronnie is nowhere near done with you yet. He asks you to clean his bathroom. A gross job, but you get down on your hands and knees and scrub every grimy tile. It doesn't make it go faster that he stops in after about an hour and lays you on your back on the tiles and fucks you missionary until your butt is marked by red lines from the floor. He offers to pull out, but you kiss him and beg for it inside you. You get off on the feel of Ronnie releasing his filthy spunk deep into your teenage hole.

After the bathroom is clean he drives you through the burger joint drive thru and gets you both a value meal. What a treat. You're not feeling too hungry, but he has a very specific milkshake in mind for you. While he's driving back with his bag of food he takes out his flaccid dick and leans back so you can stroke and then suck it to full attention. You don't stop even at stoplights, even when he's waving to nearby cars who can clearly see he's getting a blowjob from the rise and fall of the back of your head. He holds out until you get back to his driveway. He gets you out of the car and bends you over the hood, right there in broad daylight, and he fucks your pussy from behind until he pumps another small load of cum into your slit.

You and he are both sore from all the sex, but shortly before nightfall he asks for and receives another blowjob, on his couch, watching a comedy show. You slurp him and suck out his cum and then lift your head, pushing pearls of his spunk between your lips.

"Did I do good for you today?" you ask.

He makes out with you for a few minutes and fondles your breasts and then admits, "Yeah, pretty good. But you need to try harder. Why don't you stop by in the morning tomorrow."