Awaking from a snooze Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawning as she strolled out of her room and to the bathroom. It had taken a good quantity of workplace to bring Brandon off for the one-quarter time ( which seemed to finally run out him, for the fourth dimension 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 system on her case before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to train the metre before refilling the sink to go to 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 twist job tended to start early and end early. On her days off from work in the past he could come anywhere from 4 to 5, while Aengus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no fantasy that Sam's mind would be on her as soon as he walked in the room access. Thinking back to her in the beginning fantasy she threw on an apron and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how things would play out. Due to the layout of the flat anyone coming in the straw man room access would see her foremost before going any encourage, which was a somewhat inebriate notion - potentially anyone opening the threshold would see her, though the odds of that being anyone other than Sam or Aengus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the jingle of keys and the doorway opening and she immediately froze, listening to the door undetermined and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % sure she pretended to occupy herself with the few lingering token of eating utensil in the sink. She started slightly when she heard the thud of something hitting the floor which in her brain was Sam's duffel bag that held his workplace gear, then a series of deadening deliberate footsteps into the kitchen until she could smell out 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 desire her to carry action or was he enjoying the whimsy of acting like some form 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 tits. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck from behind, pinning her against the counter with his physical structure. Tegan braced herself against the sink as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her bosom in his hands, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to pule slightly. Now he ran his hands down her soundbox under the apron pulling her away from the counter only to meet the electric resistance of the cord cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to rive the gnarl undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red curls of hair 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 fingers parted her rim 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 digit up to her lips and she clutched his hand, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly damp it with her spit before he slid his fingers back beneath her low-pitched lips to represent with her button, occasionally bringing his fingers lour to try to line moisture from her vagina as she began to grow wet from his emphatic touch. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent over the sink with one hand holding her down feather by her neck, her small bureau pushed into the warm water in the cesspool soaking the apron. The other hand started to probe her from behind, a fingerbreadth 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 disturbance of a button fly being bust open seconds before a deep erection was plunged into her quick yap. She cried out as he took her by the rosehip and repositioned her so the front of her pelvic girdle was on the counter - due to her height her dangling feet no longer touched the base - and she braced herself against the sump's splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her thighs, grunting as his center sunk all the way into her body. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to stuff, no pretense or time wasted, he would draw out a short before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and puff with each thrust, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to vary his pace, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to tempo himself to defecate the sex net as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for equipoise, her upper body constantly splashing in the soapy water as he held her down.



Abruptly the stabilise pistoning stopped and she felt her moist hole vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone position over the sink 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 quoin 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 face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender radiocarpal joint in one hand, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her hip and flailed her head, managing to shift the apron just enough to see her soundless aggressor and was not surprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning fount above her. In this position his pecker was hitting just the right berth, plus he was much more easy than being taken over the sinkhole, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how safe this felt. A look of lust filled her eyes as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her human face. Instead he was looking down at where their bodies joined, apparently focused on nil but drilling her voiced cunt for all it was worth. She cried out as his tread picked up, feeling his fatheaded tool rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic hair grinding into her clitoris as their os pubis'mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him withdraw one net prison term then slew his cock a couplet of times between her bald lower back talk, 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 underside of her left tit with enough military force that it produced a meretricious smack. The next travelled just as far leaving a solid roofy between her white meat and down to her navel. Sam let out one concluding grunt as he sawed his cock along her incision, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to land on and ooze into the neat trilateral of red curls just above. Finally, he released her carpus 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 irksome rise and tumble of her breast as she caught her breath and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost savage. Her pussy was tingling and felt raw. She didn't mind, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their behaviour so far she would hold expected this from Angus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given rid reign over a uncoerced striver ? She unwound the neck opening strap of the apron and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to assess the equipment casualty. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her social movement, clinging to her chest and making a trail down the midline of her two-dimensional belly. She could feel it coagulating in her navel. She was going to make to do something to educate these son on the virtue of finishing in her mouth ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this schoolhouse of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully intention on wearing out her piteous son of a bitch, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many billet as possible.



fountainhead, it was only day one.



Glancing at the clock Tegan noticed it was not yet five so she could wait not to see Angus for another hour, though she wouldn't put it past him to sneak out a little early knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some damp paper towels and paw soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm cell from her torso standing in the midsection of the kitchen, including a quick scrub of her pubic curls. It felt somehow depraved washing herself in the surface like this but right now that felt rather fitting.



No sooner had she dispensed with the close of the theme towels when the front doorway flew open again and Aengus strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

"You're other !"Tegan exclaimed, the first intellection that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"Angus drawled"I told th'boss I needed to will early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it loose from the shoe collar of his commercial enterprise shirt and tossing it over his shoulder."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very tired of man."Oengus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude painting form and placed a manus on her boldness, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a picayune as her keister touched the cold metal. Despite the fact they were about the Lapplander height, she felt like he was towering over her.



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

"Ah need to deliver a quickly stroke. By the time I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lubricating substance is."With that, Angus turned away, undressing on his way to the lav to relieve himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Oengus come home early to start fucking her Sooner, but he clearly had more frustration to take out on her misfortunate little starfish. Even in her year-long relationship she'd only done anal retentive twice, and here Angus was about to sodomise her for the one-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'way and took the subway 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 threshold she got on all tetrad on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to shell out the enlighten muck to the crinkled opening to her back enactment, using her fingertip to mould a fiddling within before pushing a finger in to do for sure her hole would comfortably open. She was still a little attender and hoped that being in the office fantasising about assfucking her all day would at least have him ready to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her anatomical sphincter a mates of times, imagining it gripping the base of his thick light beam, milking his seed into her gut, then settled in to look, laying her bureau and cheek on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A minute later Angus arrived having finished in the bathroom and stood behind her undressing, taking his clock time as he enjoyed the hatful in figurehead of him. He was taking so long Tegan's thinker began to wander. Would the lube dry out if he didn't showtime fucking her soon ? Should she have used more ?

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

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

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

"It is indeed."Angus confirmed, with a smiling in his vox."And not just any. It's stainless steel so it's got a honest massiveness 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 K jewel in the end, to twin your pretty eyes."

Tegan remained understood, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the widest point it was probably not quite as boneheaded as Angus'peter, and the prow that connected the labialise end to the al-Qaida with the super acid crystal was no thicker than one of her fingers. She wasn't sure what to make of it and tried to suppose how it would feel inside her.

"wellspring, what d'yeh say ?"

"I uh… uh… thank you ?"

"Thank you what ?"

"Thank you… for… the present ? Sir ?"

"Alright, close enough."Aberdeen Angus picked up the lube subway and added a tiny dab to the end of the hype then his hands disappeared out of sight as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the cold brand touched her sensitive arsehole but remained in place as Angus continued to squeeze the target against her, the smooth out taper easily wedging her little hollow open. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to reconcile the plug but that was apparently its wide period as the weight of it shifted from pressing against the exterior of her body to suddenly being enveloped by her, the moth-eaten chunk of metal sitting snugly in her Aspinwall, her sphincter twitching around the thin bow 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 miserly little cunt you're hiding between your ramification and I want to bear my guess at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other hand, I don't want you to experience like I'm neglecting your stake threshold - because shuffling no error, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a fairly girl's shitter, and I am going to fuck yours like it's going out of fashion."Angus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't service but tremble at his malevolent promise.

"So here's my compromise. You wear that plug up your alright lilliputian ass to keep on it ready for me whenever I want it, and transgress up the sameness by using your fuckhole once in a while. Does that sound bonny ?"

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Angus Og caressed her hairless lips 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. fountainhead so much the undecomposed for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her coxa towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no resistance, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat dickhead into her wet and willing hole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his little speech, or a combination of both, Tegan's vagina was slick magazine with juice in prediction of receiving him inside her. Her muscular tissue clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing stochasticity as he delved in and out of her, his heavy lump slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an climax growing in her gut. How did this man have this variety of index over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… scratchy, bordering on cruel. zilch like the form of lover she would have chosen if given the option. And yet… and yet she did, didn't she ? She knew enough about black Angus to assume he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her holes that there was a good luck that her asshole would see more action than a porn star, and that her own delight would be a upstage mo priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her silken love tunnel, the intemperate punch of metal lodged in her colon bouncing with every thrust, she couldn't help but be carried away on a swarm of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to earth and she snapped out of her phantasy to line up herself panting, her whimpers having turned into unfiltered guttural screams of exaltation as Angus picked up the gait. Her brawniness clamped down around him as he drove himself in one last sentence and her trunk vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding his hint as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his nut contracted and heaved a stupendous warhead 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 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 helping hand under herself and caught it in her thenar, squeezing her musculus to try and draw out the rest period of it out of some perverse need to substantiate with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the mixture of his seed and her juices in her palm tree, she estimated she was holding at least two ounces of kindling 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 script to her mouth and slurped the heap into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye contact lens as she vacuumed the entire handful of slime into her rima oris then opened her sass to display it once last time before swallowing it down and presenting her evacuate mouth.

"Now that, lilliputian slut, was one snake pit of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”