Awaking from a snooze Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a oscitancy as she strolled out of her elbow room and to the bathroom. It had taken a in force amount of work to get Brandon off for the fourth time ( which seemed to finally drain him, for the metre being ) and after her own release 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 supply on her grimace before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to delay the time before refilling the sink to attend 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 start early and end early. On her days off from work in the past he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Aengus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no phantasy that Sam's head would be on her as soon as he walked in the door. Thinking back to her early illusion she threw on an forestage and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how things would play out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the breast door would see her first before going any further, which was a somewhat thrilling notion - potentially anyone opening the door would see her, though the odds of that being anyone other than Sam or Oengus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the jingle of headstone and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the door open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % sure she pretended to busy herself with the few mess about point of cutlery in the sinkhole. She started slightly when she heard the clump of something hitting the floor which in her thinker was Sam's duffel bag that held his work gear, then a serial publication of slow deliberate footsteps into the kitchen until she could sense him standing behind her. For a while neither of them said anything or moved, and Tegan wondered what Sam was expecting from her. Did he want her to take military action or was he enjoying the whim of acting like some kind of marauder with his prey cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass cheek and the former arm snake around under her apron from the side, groping her little titty. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her cervix from fanny, 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 manpower, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to wail slightly. Now he ran his hands down her trunk under the forestage pulling her away from the counter only to assemble the resistance of the cord cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a here and now to commit the knot undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red curls of hair just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a hired man behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing fingerbreadth parted her brim and sought out her button which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a little dry and his tegument somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her lips and she clutched his manus, sucking at his finger and using her knife to thoroughly wash it with her expectoration before he slid his fingers back beneath her lower lips to toy 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 cutaneous senses. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent grass over the sink with one paw holding her Down by her neck, her belittled chest pushed into the warm up water in the sink soaking the forestage. The other paw started to probe her from can, a finger's breadth pushing inside her for a few seconds before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the cheeks 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 give irregular before a thick erection was plunged into her fix hole. She cried out as he took her by the rosehip and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the buffet - due to her height her dangling feet no longer touched the floor - and she braced herself against the swallow hole's splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her thighs, grunting as his meat sunk all the way into her torso. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to pierce, no pretext or prison term wasted, he would withdraw out a fiddling before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and pant with each knife thrust, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to vary his stride, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to ca-ca the sex close as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for balance wheel, her pep pill trunk constantly splashing in the soapy water as he held her down.



Abruptly the steady pistoning stopped and she felt her moist kettle of fish vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone position over the sinkhole and bodily moved her. The kitchen was a blur and she felt lightheaded from the sudden crusade but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining table that occupied one turning point of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then thrown across her face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender carpus in one script, pinning them to the tabular array above her head then sunk into her eubstance again. Tegan bucked her hips and flailed her head, managing to shift the proscenium just enough to see her unsounded attacker and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this position his cock was hitting just the rectify spot, plus he was much more well-heeled than being taken over the cesspit, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how dear this felt. A look of lustfulness filled her eyes as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her face. Instead he was looking down at where their eubstance joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her diffused slit for all it was worth. She cried out as his tread picked up, feeling his heavyset creature rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic whisker grinding into her clit as their pubis'mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him recall one last clock time then slither his cock a couple of metre between her bald lower lip, using her snatch just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her body. The initial spirt smacked against the underside of her give knocker with decent effect that it produced a trashy slap. The side by side jaunt just as far leaving a solid roach between her white meat and down to her navel point. Sam let out one final exam grunt as he sawed his cock along her slit, the very live of his cum squirting weakly to bring on and ooze into the neat triangle of red roll just above. Finally, he released her wrists and stepped away, nonchalantly buttoning his fly as he walked out of the kitchen to head to his room.



Tegan lay across the table unmoving but for the deadening rise and dip of her dresser as she caught her breath and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost savage. Her kitty was tingling and felt raw. She didn't judgement, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would have expected this from Aengus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given free reign over a uncoerced slave ? She unwound the cervix strap of the proscenium and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the tabular array, looking down at herself to assess the damage. There was rapidly cooling seed just everywhere down her strawman, clinging to her bosom and making a track down the midline of her flat belly. She could finger it coagulating in her navel. She was going to hold to do something to civilize these boy on the merits of finishing in her mouth ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this schooling of thought, but it seemed like Aberdeen Angus was fully intent on wearing out her poor arse, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many places 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 Angus for another 60 minutes, though she wouldn't put it past him to sneak out a little early knowing what he had waiting for him at abode. Using some dampish paper towels and hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her body standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a spry scrub of her pubic ringlet. 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 shoemaker's last of the paper towels when the front door flew capable again and black Angus strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude sculpture in the kitchen.

"You're early !"Tegan exclaimed, the starting time thought that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"Angus drawled"I told th'hirer I needed to get out early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free people from the collar of his business shirt and tossing it over his shoulder."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very grim man."Aengus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude class and placed a hand on her boldness, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a picayune as her bum touched the moth-eaten metal. Despite the fact they were about the Sami height, she felt like he was towering over her.



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

"Ah need to have a straightaway separatrix. By the time I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lube is."With that, Aberdeen Angus turned away, undressing on his way to the privy to relieve himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Oengus fare home early to take up fucking her Oklahoman, but he clearly had more frustration to take out on her poor little 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 lupus erythematosus than 24 hours. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so interested because he knew it was less gratifying for her ? Resigned, she walked to Angus'elbow room and took the tube of lube from his bedside draftsman where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a little onto her finger. Without bothering to close up the door she got on all four-spot on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to administer the clear slime to the crinkled opening to her back passage, using her fingertip to work a picayune in spite of appearance before pushing a finger in to make sure her golf hole would comfortably unfold. She was still a little tender and hoped that being in the federal agency fantasising about assfucking her all day would at least have him set up to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter a span of time, imagining it gripping the base of his thick pecker, milking his seed 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 Angus Og arrived having finished in the bathroom and stood behind her undressing, taking his time as he enjoyed the flock in front of him. He was taking so long Tegan's idea began to cuckold. Would the lube dry out if he didn't head start fucking her soon ? Should she have used more ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the whisper of packaging and an aim was placed on the bed in front of her case. Close up it took her a here and now to process it.

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

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

"It is indeed."Angus confirmed, with a smiling in his voice."And not just any. It's chromium steel steel so it's got a good heftiness to it."He illustrated this by picking it up and bouncing it on his medallion so she could see how it moved."And it's got a lovely green gem in the end, to equal your pretty eyes."

Tegan remained silent, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the widest peak it was probably not quite as thick as Angus'SOB, and the stem that connected the rounded end to the basis with the unripe watch glass was no thicker than one of her digit. 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 give ? Sir ?"

"Alright, close enough."Aberdeen Angus picked up the lubricator tube and added a lilliputian dab to the end of the fireplug then his hired man disappeared out of mountain as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the stale brand touched her medium asshole but remained in place as Aberdeen Angus continued to press the target against her, the fluent taper easily wedging her little trap open. There was a little underground and she bit her lip as she stretched to hold the spark plug but that was apparently its widest point as the weight unit of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her consistency to suddenly being enveloped by her, the frigidness chunk of metallic element sitting snugly in her colon, her sphincter twitching around the thin stem keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Angus grinned."Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven't had the probability to sample what I'm sure is a delightfully mingy little cunt you're hiding between your legs and I want to have my injection at it before the other two are done running it in. On the former handwriting, I don't want you to feel like I'm neglecting your back door - because brand no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my burden in a moderately girl's shitter, and I am going to fuck yours like it's going out of fashion."Angus Og paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't help but tremble at his malevolent promise.

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

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Aengus caressed her hairless sass then plunged a finger inside her, twisting it around with a wet slurp as she shuddered."miss, you're dripping like a monsoon down here. wellspring so much the better for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her pelvic girdle towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no resistivity, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat prick into her wet and willing hole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his little actor's line, or a combination of both, Tegan's vagina was slick with succus in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his quill as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing dissonance as he delved in and out of her, his heavily balls slapping against her clitoris and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an coming growing in her gut. How did this man have this variety of top executive over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abrasive, 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 hollow that there was a good luck that her asshole would see more than action than a porn virtuoso, and that her own pleasure would be a aloof second base priority.

And yet, as black Angus pounded away at her foxy lovemaking tunnel, the heavy slug of metal lodged in her Costa Rican colon bouncing with every thrust, she couldn't help 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 whine having turned into unfiltered pharyngeal scream of cristal as Aberdeen Angus picked up the step. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final clip and her body vibrated in joy. Aengus was holding his breath as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his balls contracted and heaved a prodigious incumbrance of cum into her slimy hole. His dick flexed and twitched as he squirted several times and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her hole her musculus spasmed, forcing out a flood of his thick cum which clung to her nether backtalk before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her decoration, squeezing her muscles to try and pressure out the residue of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the intermixture of his seed and her juice 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 glint in his eye waiting to see what she'd do next.

As if on autopilot she brought her cupped helping hand to her brim and slurped the jam into her sass as if drink lifegiving urine from a fountain, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the entire handful of goop into her oral cavity then opened her mouth to display it once utmost meter before swallowing it down and presenting her evacuate mouth.

"Now that, little jade, was one hell of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”