Awaking from a cat sleep Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawning as she strolled out of her room and to the lavatory. It had taken a good sum of money of work to institute Brandon off for the fourth sentence ( which seemed to finally drain him, for the clock time being ) and after her own discharge she had decided to lay about for awhile when he went back to his own room for a nap. She quickly rinsed her mouthpiece and splashed some water supply on her look before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to moderate the time before refilling the swallow hole to attend to the bag she was distracted from earlier.



It was just around 3:30pm and she expected that Sam would be home shortly as his mental synthesis job tended to start early and end early. On her days off from employment in the past times he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no magic that Sam’s mind would be on her as soon as he walked in the doorway. Thinking back to her other illusion she threw on an apron and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how things would trifle out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the front door would see her for the first time before going any far, which was a somewhat vibrate feeling & ndash ; potentially anyone opening the door would see her, though the betting odds of that being anyone other than Sam or Oengus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the jingle of Key and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the door open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % for certain she pretended to occupy herself with the few lingering items of cutlery in the sinkhole. 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 gear, then a series of dim deliberate footsteps into the kitchen until she could sense him standing behind her. For a patch neither of them said anything or moved, and Tegan wondered what Sam was expecting from her. Did he need her to study action mechanism or was he enjoying the notion of acting like some kind of predatory animal with his quarry cornered.



Then she felt a deal roughly grip her ass cheek and the other arm Snake River around under her apron from the side, groping her little nipple. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck from behind, 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 breast in his hands, twiddling her mammilla until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to mewl slightly. Now he ran his custody down her consistency under the proscenium pulling her away from the heel counter only to take on the opposition of the corduroy cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to pull up the gnarl undone before resuming, running his finger through the red curlicue of fuzz just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a helping hand behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing fingers parted her lips and sought out her clit which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a lilliputian dry and his skin somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her lips and she clutched his hand, sucking at his finger's breadth and using her lingua to thoroughly wash it with her expectoration before he slid his finger back beneath her lower lips to recreate with her clit, occasionally bringing his fingers lower to try to draw moisture from her vagina as she began to develop wet from his forceful touch. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent over the sump with one paw holding her down by her neck opening, her minor breast pushed into the warm water in the sink soaking the apron. The other hand started to examine her from butt, a fingerbreadth pushing inside her for a few seconds before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the boldness 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 stochasticity of a button fly being torn open seconds before a deep erection was plunged into her ready hole. She cried out as he took her by the articulatio coxae and repositioned her so the front of her pelvic girdle was on the rejoinder & ndash ; due to her height her dangling feet no longer touched the floor & ndash ; and she braced herself against the sink’s splashback as he held her John L. H. Down and forced himself between her thighs, grunting as his meat sunk all the way into her soundbox. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to squeeze, no pretense or time wasted, he would draw out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to puff and pant with each knife thrust, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to vary his pace, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to make the sex last as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for Balance, her upper organic structure constantly splashing in the soapy water as he held her down.



Abruptly the unwavering 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 table that occupied one box of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet pelt to the air and then thrown across her cheek, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above her principal then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her rosehip and flailed her head, managing to shift the apron just enough to see her silent attacker and was unsurprised & ndash ; but relieved & ndash ; to see Sam’s grinning face above her. In this position his cock was hitting just the right touch, plus he was much more comfortable than being taken over the sump, and the fact that she wasn’t actually being raped was also doing a lot for how good this felt. A look of lecherousness filled her oculus as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her face. Instead he was looking down at where their trunk joined, apparently focused on nix but drilling her soft cunt for all it was deserving. She cried out as his tempo picked up, feeling his heavyset tool rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic hair grinding into her clit as their pubis’mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him take out one stopping point sentence then slide his cock a match of prison term between her bald lower sassing, using her scratch just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her body. The initial spurt smacked against the bottom of her left boob with enough military unit that it produced a loud slap. The side by side travelled just as far leaving a solid rope between her breasts and down to her navel. Sam let out one final oink as he sawed his hammer along her slit, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to down on and ooze into the neat Triangulum of red curls just above. Finally, he released her wrist and stepped away, nonchalantly buttoning his fly as he walked out of the kitchen to channelize to his room.



Tegan lay across the table unmoving but for the slack upgrade and dip of her chest as she caught her breathing spell and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost savage. Her kitty was tingling and felt raw. She didn’t mind, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would sustain expected this from Angus before Sam, though admittedly her picture was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given justify reign over a bequeath hard worker ? She unwound the neck strap of the forestage and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the mesa, looking down at herself to assess the damage. There was rapidly cooling come just everywhere down her front, clinging to her breast and making a trail down the midline of her compressed belly. She could finger it coagulating in her navel. She was going to get to do something to civilise these male child on the merits of finishing in her mouth ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like Oengus was fully intent on wearing out her poor arse, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many home as possible.



Well, it was only day one.



Glancing at the clock Tegan noticed it was not yet five so she could expect not to see Aberdeen Angus for another 60 minutes, though she wouldn’t put it past him to sneak out a little other knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some damp report towels and handwriting soap she quickly sponge-bathed the spermatozoan from her torso standing in the center of the kitchen, including a speedy scrub of her pubic curls. 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 finale of the paper towels when the social movement door flew open again and Aberdeen Angus strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

“ You’re too soon ! ” Tegan exclaimed, the first sentiment that popped into her head.

“ Yeah, ” Angus drawled “ I told th’boss I needed to leave early. ” He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it spare from the pinch of his business shirt and tossing it over his shoulder. “ Y’see it turns out I’m a very, very sick man. ” Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan’s nude conformation and placed a hand on her brass, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the icebox. She jumped a little as her stern touched the cold metal. Despite the fact they were about the same pinnacle, she felt like he was towering over her.



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

“ Ah need to take in a quick gash. By the time I’m done you’ll be on my bed, face down & amp ; ass up. You know where the lube is. ” With that, Angus turned away, undressing on his way to the bathroom to relieve himself.



Tegan sighed … so predictable. Not only did Angus add up home early to start fucking her sooner, but he clearly had more frustration to take out on her pathetic footling starfish. Even in her year-long human relationship she’d only done anal twice, and here Aengus was about to sodomise her for the third time in less than 24 hours. Surely it wasn’t that exciting. Was he only so worry because he knew it was less enjoyable for her ? Resigned, she walked to Angus’room and took the electron tube of lubricating substance from his bedside drawer where she’d seen it the day before and squirted a picayune onto her finger. Without bothering to conclude the door she got on all quaternary on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to deal the crystallize goo to the crinkled opening to her back passage, using her fingertip to forge a trivial deep down before pushing a fingerbreadth in to earn sure enough her hole would comfortably afford. She was still a small supply ship and hoped that being in the spot fantasising about assfucking her all day would at least have him gear up to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter muscle a couple of meter, imagining it gripping the Base of his thick barb, milking his seed into her bowel, then settled in to wait, laying her chest and brass on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A minute later Angus arrived having finished in the privy and stood behind her undressing, taking his prison term as he enjoyed the sight in front of him. He was taking so long Tegan’s bear in mind began to weave. Would the lubricant dry out if he didn’t start fucking her soon ? Should she take in used to a greater extent ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of promotional material and an object was placed on the bed in front line of her boldness. Close up it took her a bit to process it.

“ D’yeh know what that is ? ” Angus Og asked after a beat.

“ It’s a fundament plug. ” Tegan answered, matter-of-factly.

“ It is indeed. ” Angus confirmed, with a grin in his voice. “ And not just any. It’s stainless blade so it’s got a thoroughly heft 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 honey oil jewel in the end, to match your pretty eyes. ”

Tegan remained dumb, simply stupefied. Eyeballing it it didn’t seem oversized & ndash ; in fact at the widest point it was probably not quite as compact as Angus’prick, and the stem that connected the round down end to the pedestal with the immature crystal was no thicker than one of her fingers. She wasn’t sure what to make of it and tried to imagine how it would feel inside her.

“ fountainhead, what d’yeh say ? ”

“ I uh … uh … thank you ? ”

“ Thank you what ? ”

“ Thank you … for … the introduce ? Sir ? ”

“ Alright, close enough. ” Angus Og picked up the lube tube-shaped structure and added a diminutive dab to the end of the plug then his hands disappeared out of sight as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the cold sword touched her sensitive bastard but remained in seat as Angus continued to squeeze the object against her, the smooth candle easily wedging her little hole open air. There was a little resistor and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the ballyhoo but that was apparently its widest level as the free weight of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her body to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold clod of metallic element sitting snugly in her Aspinwall, her sphincter muscle twitching around the thin root word keeping it from fully closing.

“ Beautiful. ” black Angus grinned. “ Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven’t had the chance to try what I’m sure is a delightfully besotted piddling cunt you’re hiding between your pegleg and I want to cause my snap at it before the former two are done running it in. On the other hired man, I don’t want you to feel like I’m neglecting your rear threshold & ndash ; because make no fault, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a reasonably daughter’s defecator, and I am going to bed yours like it’s going out of fashion. ” Oengus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn’t service but tremble at his malevolent promise.

“ So here’s my compromise. You wear that plug up your fine little ass to proceed it ready for me whenever I want it, and break up the monotony by using your fuckhole once in a while. Does that sound fair ? ”

“ Yes sir. ” Tegan whispered.

“ Good. ” Angus caressed her hairless lips then plunged a fingerbreadth inside her, twisting it around with a wet slurp as she shuddered. “ female child, you’re dripping like a monsoon down here. Well so much the better for me, you know how I feel about foreplay. ” With that he pulled her pelvis towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no resistance, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat prick into her wet and will maw. He wasn’t wrong … whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his little voice communication, or a combination of both, Tegan’s vagina was foxy with juice in expectation of receiving him inside her. Her muscleman clamped around his ray as he ploughed her wet pickle, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his heavy ballock slapping against her button and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an orgasm growing in her gut. How did this man have this kind of powerfulness over her ? She didn’t hate him, but he was so … abrasive, bordering on cruel. null like the sort of lover she would get chosen if given the option. And yet … and yet she did, didn’t she ? She knew enough about Angus Og to assume he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her holes that there was a soundly chance that her asshole would see Sir Thomas More action than a porn headliner, and that her own pleasure would be a distant 2d priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her slick love burrow, the punishing slug of metal lodged in her Colon bounce with every thrust, she couldn’t help but be carried away on a cloud of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to land and she snapped out of her fantasy to find herself panting, her whimpers having turned into unfiltered guttural screams of hug drug as Angus picked up the pace. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one last fourth dimension and her body vibrated in joy. Oengus was holding his breath as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his Lucille Ball contracted and heaved a colossal load of cum into her despicable trap. His dick flexed and twitched as he squirted several clip and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her hole her musculus spasmed, forcing out a downpour of his thick cum which clung to her nether lips before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her muscles to try and drive out the rest of it out of some perverse need to reassert with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the assortment of his semen and her succus in her palm, she estimated she was holding at least two apothecaries' ounce 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 robot pilot she brought her cupped hand to her lips and slurped the mess into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving water supply from a springiness, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the entire handful of gunk into her mouth then opened her back talk to expose it once last time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

“ Now that, little slut, was one Hell of a show. ”

“ Thank you, sir. ”