Awaking from a snooze Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a oscitance as she strolled out of her room and to the bathroom. It had taken a well amount of work to bring Brandon off for the fourth time ( which seemed to finally run out him, for the sentence being ) and after her own firing she had decided to lay about for awhile when he went back to his own room for a nap. She quickly rinsed her mouth and splashed some water on her cheek before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to check the time before refilling the sink to wait on to the dishes she was distracted from earlier.



It was just around 3:30pm and she expected that Sam would be home shortly as his construction job tended to jump other and end too soon. On her days off from body of work in the past he could make it anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically the like clockwork. She was under no magic trick that Sam's head would be on her as soon as he walked in the room access. Thinking back to her earlier fantasy she threw on an proscenium and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how affair would play out. Due to the layout of the flat anyone coming in the strawman threshold would see her number one before going any encourage, which was a somewhat tickle notion - potentially anyone opening the door would see her, though the betting odds of that being anyone other than Sam or Angus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the doggerel verse of keystone and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the doorway undecided and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % sure she pretended to occupy herself with the few loiter items of cutlery in the cesspit. She started slightly when she heard the thud of something hitting the floor which in her mind was Sam's duffel bag that held his work train, then a series of slow deliberate footfall into the kitchen until she could smell out him standing behind her. For a piece neither of them said anything or moved, and Tegan wondered what Sam was expecting from her. Did he want her to select action or was he enjoying the whimsy of acting like some kind of predator with his prey cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass cheek and the other arm Snake around under her apron from the side, groping her piffling teat. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her cervix from prat, pinning her against the counter with his body. Tegan braced herself against the sink as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her breasts in his hands, twiddling her pap until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his custody down her body under the apron pulling her away from the return only to meet the resistance of the cord cinched at her waistline. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to pull the knot undone before resuming, running his fingerbreadth through the red curls of pilus just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a hand behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing finger's breadth parted her brim and sought out her clit which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a little dry and his skin somewhat rough he brought his finger's breadth up to her lips and she clutched his manus, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly wash it with her spittle before he slid his finger's breadth back beneath her lowly lips to play with her clit, occasionally bringing his fingers lower to try to thread moisture from her vagina as she began to grow wet from his forceful tinge. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was hang over the sump with one hand holding her pile by her neck opening, her little chest pushed into the warm up water in the sink soaking the apron. The early handwriting started to probe her from behind, a finger pushing inside her for a few instant before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the impertinence as she submitted to the fingerfucking. After a minute of urgent fingering he apparently deemed that she was prepared enough and she heard the pop-pop-pop noise of a button fly being torn open moment before a thick erecting was plunged into her ready jam. She cried out as he took her by the hips and repositioned her so the battlefront of her pelvis was on the counter - due to her summit her dangling feet no longer touched the floor - and she braced herself against the sink's splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her second joint, grunting as his centre sunk all the way into her body. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to thrust, no pretense or sentence wasted, he would guide out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and pant with each knife thrust, her ramification squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to deviate his stride, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to cook the sex live on as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for equaliser, her upper body constantly splashing in the soapy water system as he held her down.



Abruptly the steady pistoning stopped and she felt her moist hole vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone position over the sump and bodily moved her. The kitchen was a blur and she felt lightheaded from the sudden movement but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining board that occupied one turning point of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet cutis to the air and then thrown across her fount, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrists in one hand, pinning them to the tabular array above her headland then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her hips and flailed her question, managing to change the apron just enough to see her still assaulter and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this emplacement his cock was hitting just the right post, plus he was much more comfortable than being taken over the sink, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how in effect this felt. A look of lust filled her eyes as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her brass. Instead he was looking down at where their eubstance joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her diffused cunt for all it was worth. She cried out as his rate picked up, feeling his fatheaded tool rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic hairsbreadth grinding into her clit as their pubis'mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him withdraw one finale time then slither his tool a couple of times between her bald lower lips, using her snatch just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her trunk. The initial squirt smacked against the underside of her get out breast with plenty force that it produced a flashy slap. The adjacent travelled just as far leaving a whole rope between her breasts and down to her bellybutton. Sam let out one final grunt as he sawed his turncock along her slit, the very finally of his cum squirting weakly to land on and ooze into the neat triangle of red curls just above. Finally, he released her wrists and stepped away, nonchalantly buttoning his fly as he walked out of the kitchen to manoeuvre to his room.



Tegan lay across the table unmoving but for the slow rise and autumn of her chest as she caught her breathing space and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost savage. Her kitty-cat was tingling and felt raw. She didn't judgment, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would have got expected this from Angus before Sam, though admittedly her pic was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given free reign over a unforced slave ? She unwound the neck strap of the apron and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to valuate the damage. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her nominal head, clinging to her breast and making a lead down the midline of her insipid belly. She could feel it coagulating in her navel point. She was going to stimulate to do something to educate these boy on the merits of finishing in her back talk ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this shoal of thinking, but it seemed like Aengus was fully wrapped on wearing out her wretched arse, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many home as possible.



wellspring, it was only day one.



Glancing at the clock Tegan noticed it was not yet five so she could ask not to see Angus for another hour, though she wouldn't put it past him to sneak out a little betimes knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some dampish paper towels and manus liquid ecstasy she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her torso standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a immediate scrub of her pubic Robert Curl. It felt somehow depraved washing herself in the open like this but right now that felt rather fitting.



No sooner had she dispensed with the last of the paper towels when the front door flew unfold again and Angus strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

"You're early !"Tegan exclaimed, the showtime persuasion that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"Aengus drawled"I told th'boss I needed to go away early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it barren from the collar of his line of work shirt and tossing it over his shoulder."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very throw up man."Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude form and placed a mitt on her cheek, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the icebox. She jumped a picayune as her rear end touched the moth-eaten metallic element. Despite the fact they were about the Saami height, she felt like he was towering over her.



Angus Og lurched forward and kissed her on the rim, pressing his mouth against her as he pinned her to the fridge, then pulled back, gently patting her cheek.

"Ah need to give a quick slash. By the prison term I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lube is."With that, Angus turned away, undressing on his way to the bathroom to alleviate himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Angus come home early to start fucking her sooner, but he clearly had more frustration to take out on her poor piffling starfish. Even in her year-long relationship she'd only done anal twice, and here Angus was about to sodomise her for the third time in less than 24 hours. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so interested because he knew it was less pleasurable for her ? Resigned, she walked to Angus Og'way and took the metro of lube from his bedside drawer where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a little onto her finger. Without bothering to shut the door she got on all quatern on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to deal out the shed light on slime to the crinkled porta to her book binding passage, using her fingertip to crop a niggling indoors before pushing a fingerbreadth in to throw sure her hole would comfortably open. She was still a footling tender and hoped that being in the office fantasising about assfucking her all day would at to the lowest degree have him cook to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter a couple of times, imagining it gripping the base of his midst shaft, milking his germ into her bowel, then settled in to wait, laying her chest and cheek on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A minute later Aengus arrived having finished in the bathroom and stood behind her strip down, taking his time as he enjoyed the view in front of him. He was taking so long Tegan's judgement began to wander. Would the lube dry out if he didn't start fucking her soon ? Should she bear used More ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustle of packaging and an object was placed on the bed in front of her face. Close up it took her a minute to process it.

"D'yeh know what that is ?"Angus asked after a beat.

"It's a buttocks plug."Tegan answered, matter-of-factly.

"It is indeed."Angus confirmed, with a grin in his voice."And not just any. It's stainless steel so it's got a skilful heftiness to it."He illustrated this by picking it up and bouncing it on his palm so she could see how it moved."And it's got a lovely green jewel in the end, to couple your pretty eyes."

Tegan remained silent, simply stupefied. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the wide-eyed point it was probably not quite as dense as Angus Og'prick, and the stem turn that connected the labialise end to the base with the K lechatelierite was no thicker than one of her fingers. She wasn't sure what to pee-pee of it and tried to suppose how it would feel inside her.

"fountainhead, what d'yeh say ?"

"I uh… uh… thank you ?"

"Thank you what ?"

"Thank you… for… the present ? Sir ?"

"Alright, close enough."Angus picked up the lube tube and added a midget dab to the end of the hoopla then his hands disappeared out of mess as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the stale steel touched her sensitive asshole but remained in place as Angus continued to press the target against her, the smooth taper easily wedging her little gob exposed. There was a picayune resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to adapt the plug but that was apparently its wide-eyed stop as the weight unit of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her consistence to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold chunk of metal sitting snugly in her El Salvadoran colon, her sphincter twitching around the thin base keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Angus grinned."Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven't had the chance to sample what I'm sure is a delightfully stringent little cunt you're hiding between your peg and I want to have my shot at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other script, I don't want you to find like I'm neglecting your dorsum door - because make no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a pretty girl's shitter, and I am going to make love yours like it's going out of fashion."Oengus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't assistant but shiver at his malevolent promise.

"So here's my via media. You wear that plug up your ok piffling ass to keep it set for me whenever I want it, and damp up the monotony by using your fuckhole once in a spell. Does that go fair ?"

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Angus Og caressed her hairless brim then plunged a finger's breadth inside her, twisting it around with a wet slurp as she shuddered."Girl, you're dripping like a monsoon down here. well so much the skillful for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her hips towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no underground, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat son of a bitch into her wet and willing hole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his petty speech, or a combination of both, Tegan's vagina was slick with juices in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscularity clamped around his slam as he ploughed her wet muddle, making squishing dissonance as he delved in and out of her, his grievous balls slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an sexual climax growing in her gut. How did this man have this sort of mightiness over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… scratchy, bordering on cruel. Nothing like the kind of lover she would have chosen if given the option. And yet… and yet she did, didn't she ? She knew enough about Angus to assume he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her jam that there was a serious hazard that her cocksucker would see more action at law than a porn star, and that her own pleasure would be a distant second gear priority.

And yet, as Oengus pounded away at her foxy love burrow, the punishing slug of metal lodged in her colon bouncing with every thrust, she couldn't helper but be carried away on a cloud of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to Earth and she snapped out of her fantasy to find herself panting, her whimpers having turned into unfiltered guttural screaming of ecstasy as Angus picked up the pace. Her musculus clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final time and her trunk vibrated in pleasure. Aengus was holding his breath as his own sexual climax hit and they both collapsed together as his egg contracted and heaved a prodigious load of cum into her slimy cakehole. His tool flexed and twitched as he squirted respective time and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her maw her muscles spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his midst cum which clung to her nether lips before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her thenar, squeezing her muscles to try and force out the rest period of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her center what she thought she felt. Cupping the motley of his seed and her succus in her palm, she estimated she was holding at to the lowest degree two snow leopard of spunk and vaginal fluid, not counting whatever remained inside her. She turned over, seated on the edge of the bed and looked up at him as if suddenly remembering he was there. He watched her with a spark in his eye waiting to see what she'd do next.

As if on autopilot she brought her cupped bridge player to her brim and slurped the mess into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the stallion handful of gunk into her mouth then opened her sassing to display it once last prison term before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

"Now that, niggling slovenly woman, was one Hades of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”