Sam and black Angus had departed for study by the clock time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious star sign of spirit beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from year he was going to catch some Z's in now that his forenoon itch had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a loss of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both cakehole this aurora had left her with a fire between her legs but she was determined not to save herself, hoping that Sooner rather than later her release would come naturally as one of the cat used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underwear, and busied herself with a few chore. She put on a load of washing and started to satiate the sink to need care of the mantrap from last night 's dinner. As she dipped her hired man in the soapy water supply to wash the dishes she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sump and driving into her from behind. She gripped the edge of the swallow hole as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscles, imagining his length sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a phone from the doorway startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his rima oris agape, a mystifying in the headlights look on his brass, with him apparently being just as startled as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the wearing apparel but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a moment with him even more individual than making him drop hot seminal fluid on her face.

'' Sorry. '' Brandon was the first one to speak.

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't think to skip over. I just did n't learn you. '' she wiped her wet hands on her dress then leaned back against the terrace, trying to adopt a casual air.

"So."She left the particle hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the next move. It had been about an time of day since the handjob so there was no dubiousness Brandon would be more than ready for another round. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply spread her wooden leg invitingly but felt that this sort of forwardness from her would only tug him away.

Brandon opened his sassing as if to utter a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hired hand to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her hand in his, guiding her back through the sofa field and down the Radclyffe Hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the lighter, even though the morning sun was streaming in through the vertical blind. Whatever Brandon had in mind he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her elbow room because it was tidy, though she self-consciously cast her optic around for anything particularly out of place. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus, though thankfully there was zilch particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stand by the bed then took her attire at the hip and started to rise it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him slip it off her to break her nude form once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the apparel over the cheap rocking chair from IKEA that held about a quarter of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his torso scanning from her typeface down her nude form. He lingered on her small pert breasts and operose rose-cheeked nipples and then again when he reached her politic hairless mound and slightly puffy lips. Then his oculus swept up again and she couldn't help but notice that he avoided meeting her optic this prison term. Shyly, after a long moment of hesitation, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too cautious to verbalise, but as long as she didn't ask any doubt and remained compliant he was happy to direct her. That was OK, compliant she could manage.

Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her skin starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her hard nipples and continuing down the face of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her side of meat. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her body, becoming more moot with her cutaneous senses, now running his paw over her skin. He groped her bosom gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to commit to memory the exact flavor of them. He gently circled her mamilla with his quarter round then gave them a gruntle pinch between ovolo and index finger's breadth that sent a thrill of pleasure down her body, making her clitoris throb and legs quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure time. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be felicitous to allow things to build up in this way in a traditional relationship. Presumably after long time of photograph to porn and none to real charwoman Brandon had a lot interrogative. She felt another thrill run through her body as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his paw between her thighs which she parted slightly to countenance him access and fought to sustain her backbone from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy twat. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and inner back talk, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single finger inside her and she stretched her legs, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the trespasser. She turned her head to glance at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some point he had let his pants fall to the trading floor without her noticing and his hard-on was noticeably straining at the forepart of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hand up, inspecting his fingerbreadth and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His cheek didn't give anything away of his cerebration on the subject but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the process, this prison term finding her opening more easily and sliding two finger inside. Tegan stifled a indulgent moan, feeling him button into her then cup her pussy with her deal, sliding his fingerbreadth out then using them to spread her lips and massage her clit. trueness be told it had been days since her last orgasm and she had been fucked respective meter since then, so Brandon's amateur ministrations were driving her wilderness with need. He gently held her clit between her finger's breadth and massaged it in small circles causing her hip joint to automatically prove up to his hand seeking more than atmospheric pressure, more upper. Brandon took his barren paw and started to knead her finisher breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the teat. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her body he started applying more zip to her clit, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a deform moan as she crests closer to her liberation and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's cadaver rooster through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a startle cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many confused butterfly. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, mix up, but nearly of all frustrated.

"B, what's unseasonable ? cum back, please ?"She raised her arms, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embrace as he glanced at her with a tone that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was embarrassment, shame. She looked down at his legal brief and saw the unmistakable moistness of ejaculation in the forepart of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The poor guy must take been on the verge himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to captivate his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to gift him back ascendancy, make him realise that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just come here. Please ?"she did her near to make it fathom pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him - considering the sexually frustrated state he had her in it wasn't hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering a nipple to his back talk as she hooked her fingers into the girdle of his sticky underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his oral fissure and kissed her way down her torso to come face to face with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a plenty to grapple with, with a sheen of semen coating his dick and balls. Well that was just okay, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a mickle you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it clear to his restiveness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her soft hands and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the stamen befitting a Danton True Young single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slow down that haircloth initiation."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his balls in her mouth and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it clean of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming rotating shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it fresh, savouring the flavour. Semen wasn't a particularly dainty flavour, she'd be lying if she said it was ( especially if the guy didn't eat a lot of fruit ), but it was something she enjoyed because it meant that she'd provided pleasure and the association was too strong to disconnect.

"Cum is my darling solid food"Tegan lied"so from now on if you need to cum I will consider it a personal insult if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling member in her lip again, remembering how this went in conclusion fourth dimension. The idea of blowing his load in her oral cavity had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow loathsome, that fair sex only did it in smut or because men wanted them to. But here was this insane missy who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his putz and balls he was visualising the smut he'd seen, videos of charwoman taking a load in their back talk and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favourite part of any telecasting and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real ? She seemed to have no problem cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any piazza ? He groaned aloud at the thought process before bringing his attention back to the diffused lip enveloping his manhood, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Finally he found the courageousness to speak.

"I want to taste you as well."

"Mmm ?"Tegan responded, feeling him nip in her mouth.

"I want to eat you… can we sixty-nine ?"

"Mmm !"Tegan moaned in agreement. She eagerly hopped up on the bed then lowered herself over him, swinging one knee over his face to lower her dripping gash to him as she resumed her oral examination ministrations on his shaft.

Brandon had a tallness advantage over Tegan so with her point bobbing smoothly over his genitalia he found himself gazing down at hers, face to font with the real thing for the first time. He curled his weapon system around the outside of her thigh and grasps her business firm impudence, pulling them apart to divulge her fully. The first thing he noticed was the tiny puckered star of her butthole, at the mo looking a little swollen and gravel. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his dick involuntarily flexed in Tegan's mouthpiece at the mind. He'd seen his share of anal retentive porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never encounter to him in literal life.

Just a tiny length away though was the real source of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to expose her pink inside, her inside mouth just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingerbreadth a little, altering his handgrip and pulled her lips apart to let on more of her delicate folds, wanting to gaze directly at her warm entry. Another nonvoluntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his intact body shuddered this time. He took her by the rosehip and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his mouth over her slit and delving in with his tongue, probing for that wet hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him break to her mouthpiece. With the height conflict she could not withdraw him as easily but she compensated by using her hand to stroke the bottom one-half of the shaft and caress his ballock while continuing to concentrate her succour around the straits. Brandon oral skills were enthusiastic at to the lowest degree, and she couldn't help but travail her hips, trying to happen some way to get pressure on her throbbing clit as he seemed singularly determined to fight his tongue inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to fag so he decided to deepen strategy. He swirled his glossa downwards and found her clit at the cleft of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying suction. The mute moan around his peter was a sure foretoken he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that area with his lip, varying the measure of suction and occasionally flicking it with his clapper. This elicited more groan and he noticed that Tegan's efforts were becoming boring, less focalize. The idea that he was giving her so much pleasure she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a loud moan, digging his finger's breadth into her ass cheeks and sucking her button with as practically force as he could summon as he felt his balls tighten. Tegan held him in her mouth and started stroking him rapidly with her deal as his rose hip bucked more of his length into her back talk and she applied suck, tightening her rima oris around the swelling headland as he exploded against the back of her throat. Brandon's sucking mouth against her aching clit finally pushed her over the sharpness as well and she moaned through a mouthful of his thick seed, greedily swallowing it down, her body quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing sensation set off another release of Brandon's and he flooded her mouth a indorse time before pulling his mouthpiece from her twat and laying back, breathing operose. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few last slack social movement of her head, a swirl of the clapper to pick up any last remainder, then she let his slowly wilting meat cutting from her sass. She lay across him catching her hint and feeling somewhat dog-tired, gently holding his dick in her unexpended helping hand content to wait until he decided to wear the silence.

After a few minute of arc, just as Tegan was wondering if Brandon had dozed off, he asked"was that just ?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you add up ?"

"Oh, yes. I did."She stifled a giggle. Coming always made her a niggling bit giddy and having a conversation about it was weird.

"Really, you're not just saying that ?"

"Really. I'm not going to lie Brandon, some girls you meet will fake it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's authoritative. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow to appear at him.

"Is it important that I come ?"

"I… you know… I want to know you're enjoying it."

"That's more considerate than a lot of guys."Tegan said with a pocket-sized smile."And if you have a miss you care about I am sure she will take account it."

"I care about you !"Brandon protested.

"Brandon I've basically agreed to be a live-in sex toy. Not just for you, but for Angus and Sam too. I… I don't want to ruin the modality here but I don't want there to be any misinterpretation that lead to jealousy."

"I know, I didn't mean it like that. I just mean I care that you enjoy it too."

"Well the deal is that you get to use me for your pleasure. I might not always come, girls are sly like that. Don't headache about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a oscitance."The realism is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the good hereafter. Sometimes I'll come, sometimes I won't."

Brandon pensively stared at her for a tenacious consequence, mainly at her nipples, before asking"What made you agree to this ?"

"Made me ? It was my idea, remember."

"Ok why did you suggest this then."

"I'm I, you guys are undivided, and this is way soft than finding another job. It helps that I like sex a lot too, but who doesn't ?"

"wealthy person you been with a lot of guys ?"

"Are you asking out of jealousy ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her cubital joint again."The answer is no. I've been with two Guy before this week. I lost my virginity in 9th grade. That guy lost interest in me as soon as he got what he wanted. I didn't hook up with anyone again until I was in university. We were together for a twelvemonth, then broke up. I've been single ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a slut ?"

Brandon shrugged awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm not offended. What else would you think ? Anyway, if I wasn't before, I am now. And I'm not ashamed of that. It's actually…"

"Liberating ?"

"Exactly. If there's one thing I've noticed about older masses it's that they more often regret the things they didn't do More than the things they did. So, I'm doing things. While I'm still young."

"So… what other stuff and nonsense have you done ?"

"What do you mean ?"Tegan asked, coyly.

"Well I mean apart from what we've done together… you know. With your boyfriend."

"Jeez, you want me to go into the sordid details of my one meaning relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to figure out is what kind of stuff you can do with me… let's just say for now that there's very little not on the table. Use your imagination."After a present moment's pause she added"Just nothing involving like… poop or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"Glad we're in agreement on that ! Any other questions ?"

"Have you ever been with a lady friend ?"

"Aargh !"Tegan threw up her handwriting and flopped back on the bed."Yes, ok PI, you got me."

"Well ?"

"Oh so now you want point ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No die, B. Maybe another time. When I'm drunk."Tegan laughed."Really drunk."

"I guess for now I'll just use my imagination."

"You're imagining it right now, aren't you ?"Tegan lifted her head to appear at him, watching his pecker swell from half mast to full again before her eye."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A woman's workplace is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her mouth over his swollen member once more…