Kate bit her lip and rifled through the stack of tops in her closet. Too new, too precious, too transparent when wet. Finally she took out a dark grey shirt with a busy pattern. It would be easier to hide the cum stains, or clean the shirt in emergencies.
Instead of her usual contacts she put on her backup glasses, round with a thin frame. It wasn’t fun wiping your eyes and having a lens drop out. Plus, Marco had a thing for glasses, and he had helped paint her room the other day. Not without splattering over her tits though, he wasn’t an altruist.
Kate tied her long blond hair into a ponytail. She hadn’t bothered with a. Lot of makeup, mostly chapstick to protect her lips and some moisturizer to make the jizz slide of more easily. Whoever tried to convince women that sperm was good for the skin was a lying bastard, in Kate’s opinion.
She sighed out and opened her bedroom door, ready to face the world.
Monday.
The schedule had morphed over time. When the group had first started talking about renting a house together, the chores were a core concern. Three guys and three girls would be a challenge. They all had too many experiences with shitty housemates. But finally having a place of their own, a nice mansion at that, was too good to pass up. So the schedule was holy, giving everyone tasks for the week. To get people to commit to it, a convoluted system of perks and penalties had been written up.
When the group had found out they meshed particularly well, one wild evening, the penalties became more sexual. Go topless for a day, give a five minute handjob. The house had turned into more of a ‘clothing optional’ type of place then. One Sunday evening, Lucy had whined about having to cook the next week, and asked if there truly wasn’t anything else she could do instead.
Sexual relief duty was added to the chart then.
Kate walked into the kitchen. Tom, cook for the week, was already fixing up sandwiches. A green apron was tied behind his back.
“Oh wow, you’re up early! Wanted to get a head start?” He said, a little too chipper for Kate’s liking.
“Yeah, gotta get to work early, so I need to get the first loads out of the way fast.” Kate said.
Tom walked around the table towards Kate. He wasn’t wearing pants, she noticed. A clearly defined imprint of a stiff cock drew her attention to the apron. She raised an eyebrow.
“Haven’t jacked off all weekend.” Tom shrugged.
Fair enough. Kate went down on her knees and reached behind Tom. With a quick tug, the apron came loose. She ducked under it and was confronted with Tom’s veiny dick, throbbing on her cheek.
She started licking. Her plump lips, still a bit waxy from the chapstick, coated Tom’s shaft. With deft fingers she juggled his balls. Her other hand fondled his cockhead, teasing the acorn shaped bundle of nerves. Tom was easy, very physically focused. No head games, just good old fashioned dicksucking.
Even on other weeks they fucked sometimes. Tom had a toned body, took his tasks and the gym very seriously. Often, after coming home from working out, he still wanted to do some cardio. With his pumped muscles he was hard to resist. And he could scratch Kate’s itches better easily than most. She looked at his thighs, rubbed her hand over one appreciatively.
A few crumbs bounced off the apron on her head. Tom had started eating his sandwich. He was leaning against the table, savoring the moment. Kate could smell the coffee that was dripping into the pot on the counter. Fuck she was tired.
Dutifully she took his length in her mouth. She angled her face so that it first made a dent in her cheek, allowing her to lick it sideways within the cramped confines of her mouth. She moaned a little bit, mostly to get the vibrations to bounce against his groin. Then she adjusted to face his cock head on. He responded with a small motion of his hips, thrusting into her.
“Ah fuck, I wanted to be first!” A whiny voice from the other side of the room said. That’d be Lucian. Lucian was a prick. He got on Kate’s nerves, and seemed to enjoy doing so.
“Morning! Early bird gets the Kate.” Tom replied. He reached for her bobbing head beneath the apron and absentmindedly stroked her cheek.
Kate went and gagged on him. Partially to thank him for breakfast, which smelled better every moment, partially to annoy Lucian who would get a bit jealous.
She heard Lucian step closer and grab her arm. He must have gotten impatient. She let him guide her fingers to wrap around his cock. He was already at half mast, and she could feel the blood flow to complete his erection. It was, admittedly, a very nice dick. If only the mouth attached to it could shut up sometimes. Normally Lucy would reel him in, keep him from bothering others. She had the patience to jack him off for an hour while he looked at porn.
Kate opened her jaw wider and let the shaft slip out. “I don’t have much time today guys, hurry up or you’ll have to finish yourselves off.” Then she planted her lips on the base of Tom’s dick again.
Lucian started stroking with her hand. She let it go limp so he had an easier time. Meanwhile Tom had started to breathe heavier, indicating an upcoming climax. She swirled her tongue around him, got it in the ridge below his head, swiveled side to side to touch all the sensitive spots. When she next moved forward with her lips, he got off the table and pushed his rod down her throat. Then he erupted
With practiced discipline she managed to swallow every hot rope shooting forward from his cock. She felt proud of how easily it went down, not a drop landing in the wrong chute and making her cough up his jizz. Her cheeks went hollow when she sucked the remnants clear off his pipe. Tom hunched over her, overcome by the stimulation.
She hadn’t even noticed Lucian had cum at the same time. She felt some apprehension, not knowing where he had aimed, even though she could feel the aftershock twitches in her hand.
She emerged from the green apron, face flush, blinking at the bright kitchen lights. A bit of spittle was running from the corner of her mouth, and she slowly lapped it back up while winking at Tom. Her ponytail had gotten a bit loose.
Kate checked her shirt for Lucian’s cumshot, then her pants. She reached for her hair, even though it had been covered by the apron. Kate looked up at a grinning Lucian.
Suspicious.
She got off her knees and arched her back to stretch, then grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee. Turning back to the table, she saw Tom shaking his head with an apologetic grin.
Her sandwich had a streak of ‘mayonnaise’ in it, courtesy of Lucian.
Kate looked at her phone and groaned from the bottom of her soul. Fuck, fifteen minutes left and she hadn’t even gotten Marco to cum yet.
She considered wiping it off, but didn’t want to give Lucian the satisfaction. While giving him the stink eye, she bit down into the sandwich. The salty aftertaste hit her tongue and she flinched. She was not going to admit how well it worked with the bacon and eggs. But she did keep eating, licking her lips with every crumbly bite while Lucian looked on, happy as can be, until the entire soggy mess slid down her throat with an audible gulp.
Seven days.
(Thanks for reading! Let me know how you like it, or let me know what else Kate should get up to)
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