You brushed your hair back, adjusting your makeup and applying your crimson lipstick perfectly. Today was going to be a tough day. There was a very crucial business deal you had to help close, whatever means necessary. Your boss specifically required you to come to the office early today to help him appease the clients. Then after that you had to go to the mechanic, get that ‘check engine light’ situation figured out before calling a cab to go to the grocery store to pick up some milk for the evening. Long day ahead, no doubt about that.

Your personal butler served you breakfast in the morning. And by breakfast I mean his thick sausage on a platter which you licked and slurped at appetizingly before he whipped up a tasty cum smoothie for a balanced meal which you thanked him for. He wished you good luck on the day’s activities before sorting out your laundry, mending the fabric of your more prudish clothes so that they showed more skin and washing the cum off the others.

When you arrived at the office’s first floor, your boss was already waiting for you, a panicked look on his face. “Hey, it’s going to take some convincing. He doesn’t think the budget’s enough to cover the costs.”

You put your hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I got this covered. After all, this is what you hired me for right?”

He sighed in relief, wiping the sweat off his brow. “Thanks, for good luck okay?” You shrugged, standing still as he slipped his hands into your blouse, fondling your breasts for a couple minutes, tweaking with your nipples as he kissed the nape of your neck.

“Hey, leave something for the client okay?”

“Oh shit, forgot. K, well go knock his socks off.” He smiled, slapping your rump heartily as he sent you on your way. And upstairs, you literally did knock his socks off, and his pants, and shirt, and shoes until he was panting on the office floor with you straddled atop him. You smiled, knowing you did your company a great service despite the lengthiness of the presentation. After all, that particular client took a significant amount of effort to satisfy.

Next was the mechanic’s shop. After about twenty minutes or so, he motioned for you to come over, pointing at a numerous number of tubes. “Those need to be repaired, and then I need to change out your engine mounts. One of them is worn out, which explains which your automobile’s been vibrating when you drive at high speeds. Take a closer look.” As you leaned over, keeping your hands on your car’s headlights, you could hear the unclasping of buckles, the familiar lifting of your skirt and a short, but thick penis enter you from behind. He continued to talk quite normally, except for a few grunts, “It’ll be a two day job. You’ll need a cab, I presume, but I can give you a good rate for the repairs since you’re a regular customer.”

You nodded, readjusting your skirt once he’d finished. You waited on the benches by his office patiently for him to fill out the paperwork, irritated by how long it was taking, but understanding. After all, someone had to attend to those three blonde bimbos that’d walked into the shop, without a damned clue of cars at all. Goddamn sluts, making me wait so long. You rolled your eyes as they shrieked and moaned in pleasure, their fake, fat tits bouncing on a Mercedes hood.

Once you finally got the paperwork finished from the smiling, but tired mechanic, you called a taxi on your cell phone to the grocery market. You let him shove his prick inside of you, missionary style, in the backseat, more annoyed with the uncomfortable position it put your back in rather than the fact that a stranger was fucking you before strolling into the supermarket. You picked up a basket, heading towards the refrigerated sections, noticing several broken jars of tomato sauce next to a crying, busty brunette who was being overshadowed by two furious store clerks.

“Goddammit, you stupid fucking cunt!” The man bellowed angrily, his own cock dangling off to the side as his companion unzipped his own pants. “Who’s going to clean up this mess? If you’re going to make me do it, then you better at least show some appreciation.”

You shook your head disapprovingly. Should’ve watched where you were going, now you’ve just made an embarrassing scene for youself. You thought as you picked out a gallon of 2% and walked back the way you came, noticing the two men forcing her to give them head. But now you couldn’t tell whether the tears running down her face were from embarrassment or from pure bliss. Once you reached the checkout line, you sighed in exasperation, noticing that all the cashiers were busy fucking random shoppers rather than scanning items, so you scanned your single item at the self-checkout line, somewhat disappointed you didn’t get your own fair share of customer service. You made a mental note to write a complaint to that particular grocery store.

Another taxi call, but this time you cowgirled him as cab-fare. When you returned home, legs wobbly from the exertions you’d experienced today with dried cum stains running down them like torn pantyhose, you stumbled and collapsed onto your queen-size mattress, too exhausted to undress and pull the covers over your limp, used body. Thankfully, your faithful butler performed those actions for you, but not after shoving his member inside of your asshole after lifting your pencil skirt over that hump of a rump you had and leaving his own mark before allowing you to fall into the most beautiful of sleeps, the end of your day.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

My 12th prompt and profile: https://www.reddit.com/r/DPPprofiles/comments/3uj1vc/22m_cleaning_up_before_i_dirty_it_up_again/