Eric stood at the stove watching the bacon fry. Well, he stood a bit away from the stove so the grease didn't splatter on his exposed body. He was daydreaming again, tasting Mona on his lips. She woke him up with her pussy smothering his face. She didn't even touch his cock, but that was fine by him.
*SMACK!*
"Hahahah, got you again, lover boy!" Sarah stood behind him in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a tight shirt and her panties. "I'll take some bacon and eggs, too."
"Eric, I have to run some errands and hit the gym today. You still have a lot to learn, and Sarah has graciously agreed to help while I'm out. You're to be her perfect boyfriend and do everything she says. She'll be providing a full report at the end of the day." Mona said, taking a bite of eggs. "Got it?"
Eric looked down at his plate and Sarah smirked. "I think he's tongue tied."
"Got it?" Mona repeated, ice edging her voice.
"Yeah, I got it." Eric sighed.
"Hm. I'm not sure you do. You see what I mean, Sarah? They get some pussy and they think they're in charge."
Ten hard spanks later, Mona's hand and Eric's ass were both stinging. Eric's head was swimming again, and he felt blissful. Instead of sitting down, he knelt by her side, thanking her and kissing her feet. This is a better place to be anyway, he thought.
"Better. Sarah, don't go easy on him. He's got a midterm coming up, and I want him to be ready."
A midterm, Eric thought, the fuck does that mean? He didn't dare ask, and waited until they were done to get up and clean up the dishes. Mona gave him a kiss on her way out the door, along with a final warning not to let her down.
"Oh lover boy!" Sara cried as soon as the door closed. "Or is it brown-noser? Come here and let's find out."
Eric moped to Sarah's room, knowing what he would find. She was on her bed, checking her phone with her prodigious ass in the air. She waggled it at him as he walked over. He had to admit, her ass was plush and he wanted to bury his face in it, but when he got close he could smell her distinctive odor. He balked.
"Oh, yes," Sarah said, pushing her ass up. "I prepared a mid-morning snack. Aren't you going to thank me?."
"I... uh..."
"Shut up and eat, brown-noser, or I'm texting Mona."
Eric hesitated a moment longer, and then slumped down and nuzzled her cheeks. Sarah laughed at his compliance. She let him nuzzle her panties a while, inhaling her scent, before she pulled them down and went back to her phone. Sarah let out a long sigh as she felt Eric's tongue lapping at her back door. He wanted to be grossed out by kissing her there first thing in the morning, but his needy erection gave the lie to that.
Mona was right, Sarah thought, this is super relaxing. She made Eric worship her ass until she was fully satisfied., and then rolled over so he could bring her to another screaming orgasm. Eric's tongue was exhausted when she finally let go of his head and his face was soaked in her juices.
"Nothing like an orgasm to start the day!" Sara got up to put some clothes on. "Well, not for you. I won't be touching that sad little thing. Wouldn't want Marcus beating your ass, now would I?" She smirked as she looked at his package. "Would I?" Eric looked down and blushed, not knowing how to respond.
"So... you're my perfect boyfriend, right?" Sara's voice was pure saccharine. "That means you'll do all kinds of things for me, right?"
"I guess so," Eric laughed nervously.
"It's my week to clean the apartment, and I've got so much laundry to do. Could you help little old me, my sweet boyfriend?" Sarah pouted and planted a peck on his cheek, innocently brushing against his cock.
Are you fucking kidding me? Eric thought. But he wisely chose to say, "sure, I can do that." The memory of the earlier spanking was still fresh in his mind. Sarah had yet to spank him, but he didn't doubt that she would.
Eric spent the morning doing dishes, vacuuming, and taking care of Sarah's laundry. Sarah gave him strict instructions for handling her clothes, what cycle to use, and which pieces had to be hand washed. He listened closely, and tried not to mess things up. The problem was that every time he would start making progress on one chore Sarah would interrupt him. She added more tasks, made him redo some, and at one point demanded a foot rub followed by more oral. The rest of the time she spent watching TV and playing on her phone.
By the time he was tasked with making lunch, Eric had half a dozen chores started and none finished. He didn't protest when Sarah had him spend the meal under the table rubbing her feet and kissing her legs, but he did wish she'd eat faster. When she was finished, she used his mouth to get off again and he was only allowed to eat once she was satisfied.
Finally, Sarah took a shower, which let him actually finish some things. He frantically cleaned up from lunch and put away her laundry. It would have been titillating to handle her unmentionables, were he not too harried to enjoy it.
"Come here once you're done," Sara called from the living room. When he finished and came over, she was waiting in a set of red satin lingerie. Eric openly gawked at her curvaceous body, sprawled on the sofa.
"You like it? It's for Marcus tonight." Eric dumbly nodded, unable to pull his eyes away. Sara ran her hands down her body, putting on a show.
