Kate scrubbed the collar of her shirt. “Come onnnn” she exclaimed, watching the cum seep deeper into the white fabric despite her best efforts. The cold water and cleaning rag had managed to get most of it out. But a single splat of off-white jizz stained the inside. She was bent over the sink, ass sticking out, trying to angle the stream of water just right.
Kate felt the streak of cum dry on her cheek. Lucian had shot his load just after she left her room, ambushing her. He must have been wanking in anticipation for a while, waiting for her to come out. She’d have gotten mad, but it was part of the rules she agreed to. For her week of cum duty, she would be a valid target for the guys’ gratification.
. Kate’s mascara clumped where the cum had muddled the make-up. It had been the first thing she had tried to wipe off when she reached the kitchen, before she even thought about her clothes.
The shirt was the last piece of work appropriate wear she had. Today, Tuesday, was laundry day, but Marco hadn’t collected the baskets yet. It was Kate’s only work from home day, so at least she only needed to worry about her top showing in meetings. With that in mind, she only wore a cheap pair of leggings.
The front door closed with a slam. Kate looked back, through a tangle of blonde hair that draped over her shoulder. Tom was standing in the hallway, his chest heaving with an audible breath. He must have just finished a run. His face was flush, his short brown hair shiny with sweat. Muscly thighs strained the hem of his shorts.
He spotted Kate and walked over, still catching his breath. “Good morning, how was your run?” Kate asked. Semi-consciously she angled her heels to push her ass further out. Her bubbly butt cheeks rounded obediently, especially when she arched her back.
Tom stood behind her. His thumb rubbed over the synthetic legging covering Kate’s ass. “Oh, good. Think I finally got a nice pace, need to check the app later.”
From up close she could smell his familiar scent. A tingly feeling travelled down her spine, past the imprint of his finger, and to her pussy. She suppressed a mild shiver, but felt the wetness starting to come.
“And now you’ve got more energy to burn?” Kate said, with a hint of sarcasm. She’d heard it before. Something about working out just got men going. Maybe it was the sight of thee spandex-clad fit girls on the trail, or maybe something more hormonal.
“Something like that. Hope I’m not interrupting?” Tom replied. He grabbed her ass in hand now. It was warm, firm, a little calloused. That only added to the friction when he started to rub and tease. Kate gave up on the collar for now, tried not to think about the streak on her face. Her hand slid back deftly and cupped the bulge of his easy-dry shorts.
“Nah you’re good, just had Lucian’s little prank to clean up.” Kate said. The deep tissue stimulation from his hand started to affect her glutes. She grinded against his palm to intensify the sensation. The stain on her leggings should be obvious now, she hadn’t bothered with panties.
Tom grunted. “Maybe we should adjust some house rules. Seems like he goes out of his way to make things as awkward as possible for you girls. Remember when he came on Alexis’s back and let her go out like that? She said she managed to pull a guy in the mall because of it, but still.”
Alexis was the third girl in the house, and possibly the horniest of all six housemates. Even when she had cum duty assigned she went out to fuck strangers. Her exhibitionist streak had been what got them to come together as a group.
“Eh, maybe next house meeting.” Kate replied.
Tom nodded. He tended to not talk much during sex, and judging by how hard he was, he was ready to dive in.
He reached one arm below Kate’s midriff. She let out an embarrassing “Eep!” when she felt her feet leave the floor. His other hand came up below and grabbed one of her breasts, pulling her upright, with her back against his washboard abs.
“Careful with the shirt!” Kate yelled out when she felt him fiddle with the buttons. Tom paused, then carried her a few steps to the side.
He bent her over the kitchen table. It was clean and empty; Tom didn’t like the mess. Kate’s tits pressed roughly against the wood. She felt her lungs release air when he pushed her down, one hand between her shoulder blades. Without that, she would have slid off the table. Her short legs didn’t quite let her reach the floor.
She heard the tear before the felt the air hit her bare ass. She pushed her eyebrows together in despair. Her leggings were cheap, sure, but this was the third pair in two months.
Kate was about to protest when she felt Tom’s cock stir against her labia. It was nestling deep in her valley, hotdogging her ass. Every ridge of his veiny dick was sliding against her pussy lips.
She allowed her core muscles to relax. Her stomach became flush with the table, and his hips supported her ass to prevent her from falling. It was a familiar angle, she liked the feeling of being thrusted up into. Her feet were dangling left and right in anticipation.
Tom didn’t have the patience for foreplay this morning, apparently. Just as Kate got used to seeing horizontal, she felt the head of his cock press insistently against her pussy. She willed herself to relax and unclench.
The last bit of air she had in her lungs got pushed out when Tom thrusted inside her. She let out a halfhearted “ugh” as his hipbones pressed into her ass with a smack. The jiggling was a bit embarrassing, she wasn’t yet used to having such a fat ass, it had been a recent development. But Tom always seemed to appreciate the cushion, not having to hold back.
And he did not hold back. Still pressing down on her torso, he used his well developed legs to rail her. Slamming pipe at a competitive pace. She felt every contraction of his abs through the bucking of his hips. And his cock, so warm, was pushing her guts into shape.
Kate crossed her arms in front of her and made a little pillow for her head to rest on. This way she could absorb the heaviest of the shakes. Her tits got the rest of it, leaving mostly her poor cunt to absorb the enthusiastic pistoning of the gym rat behind her.
Tom pulled up one of her legs and put her knee on the table. Kate was grateful for the extra stability, but it also meant Tom managed to get even deeper inside her. He leaned down, and his firm lower stomach covered the arch of her ass. She briefly lamented the sweaty imprint he would leave on her lower back, before remembering that she was working from home.
The rhythm of his breathing changed. “Are you getting close?” Kate asked.
An affirmative grunt tickled her eardrum, and a few of her nerve endings lighted up at the sensation.
“Come on big guy, give me your load. Cum all inside me, I want to feel your jizz coat my walls.” She said, lowering her voice and drawing out the syllables seductively.
The legs of the table screeched as they were dragged over the tiles floor. Tom’s final thrust shook Kate’s insides, left her lungs burning a little before he released the pressure and allowed her to catch her breath.
She felt his cock twitch inside. One shot, then two, then three. The coil in her belly was adjusting to the hot gooey mess spreading inside her. She humped back a little to milk the last of Tom’s cum out.
He got up, and gently guided her off the table. Kate was happy to feel solid ground again. Tom stretched his arms behind his back, making his pecs strain the dark athletic shirt. Kate briefly considered going for round two, she hadn’t quite reached her own climax yet. But she had a meeting to get to.
She kneeled and took Tom’s half limp staff in hand. With quick, practiced tongue movements she got the white salty mess off. Tom rifled through her hair appreciatively while she went about her duty. Then she got up and went to grab a towel. Tom spanked her on the ass when she walked by.
“Don’t forget, you owe me three pairs of leggings!” Kate said, pointing at Tom accusingly.
Tom put his hands together in an apologetic motion. “Yes, it’s on my list. Sorry Kate! Have a good day!”
Kate got back to her room. She looked in the mirror and adjusted her collar to hide the inside. She inspected her make-up and deemed it good enough, for now. Then she put the towel down on her office chair and sat down, allowing Tom’s cum to leak out slowly. Just in time for the morning meeting she logged on and faced the light of her laptop camera.
Tuesday.
(Hey, thanks for reading! This is part two of Kate’s week. Let me know how you like it, and if there are other things you want to see.)
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