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 good amount of piece of work to bring Brandon off for the quaternary clock time ( which seemed to finally debilitate him, for the meter 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 back talk and splashed some water on her face before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to check the time before refilling the swallow hole 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 get former and end former. On her days off from work in the past he could make it anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically care clockwork. She was under no fantasy that Sam's idea would be on her as soon as he walked in the door. Thinking back to her earlier fantasy she threw on an apron and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how matter would play out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the front door would see her offset before going any foster, which was a somewhat thrilling whim - potentially anyone opening the door 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 threshold opening and she immediately froze, listening to the threshold open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % certainly she pretended to occupy herself with the few lingering items of eating utensil in the swallow hole. She started slightly when she heard the thud of something hitting the floor which in her brain was Sam's duffel bag bag that held his body of work gear mechanism, then a series of slow deliberate stride into the kitchen until she could smell 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 film legal action or was he enjoying the notion of acting like some kind of predatory animal with his prey cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass nerve and the other arm snake around under her apron from the side, groping her piffling tits. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck opening from behind, pinning her against the comeback with his consistency. 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 script, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to wail slightly. Now he ran his work force down her physical structure under the apron pulling her away from the buffet only to run across the resistor of the cord cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a consequence to deplume the grayback undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red curls of hair just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a hired hand behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing finger parted her lips and sought out her clit which responsively began to puff up. Finding that she was a little dry and his skin somewhat rough he brought his finger's breadth up to her sass and she clutched his manus, sucking at his fingerbreadth and using her spit to thoroughly dampen it with her spit before he slid his fingers back beneath her bring down lips to flirt with her button, occasionally bringing his fingerbreadth lower to try to draw moisture from her vagina as she began to grow wet from his emphatic skin senses. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was knack over the sink with one hand holding her Down by her neck opening, her small chest pushed into the fond water in the sump soaking the forestage. The former deal started to probe her from rump, a digit pushing inside her for a few instant 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 push button fly being shoot afford seconds before a thick hard-on was plunged into her ready hole. She cried out as he took her by the rose hip and repositioned her so the forepart of her pelvis was on the counter - due to her height her dangling fundament no longer touched the floor - and she braced herself against the sink's splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her thighs, grunting as his inwardness sunk all the way into her dead body. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to thrust, no simulation or time wasted, he would draw out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to pant and pant with each driving force, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to alter 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 counterpoise, her upper berth body constantly splashing in the soapy water as he held her down.



Abruptly the becalm pistoning stopped and she felt her moist golf hole 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 bm but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining table that occupied one corner of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then discombobulate across her human face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrist in one hand, pinning them to the table above her read/write head then sunk into her consistency again. Tegan bucked her hips and flailed her heading, managing to shift the proscenium just enough to see her silent assaulter and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this billet his shaft was hitting just the right spot, plus he was much more well-to-do than being taken over the swallow hole, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how good this felt. A look of lustfulness filled her middle as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her face. Instead he was looking down at where their bodies joined, apparently focused on aught but drilling her diffuse cunt for all it was worth. She cried out as his footstep picked up, feeling his duncish tool rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic pilus grinding into her button as their pubis'mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him withdraw one cobbler's last metre then slither his pecker a twosome of multiplication between her bald lower lip, using her incision 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 breast with enough military force that it produced a loud smacking. The succeeding travelled just as far leaving a solid roofy between her breasts and down to her navel. Sam let out one final grunt as he sawed his stopcock along her scratch, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to land on and seep into the bully triangle of red Robert Curl just above. Finally, he released her carpus 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 slow rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost brute. Her slit was tingling and felt raw. She didn't mind, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would ingest expected this from Aberdeen Angus before Sam, though admittedly her photograph was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given disembarrass reign over a willing 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 front, clinging to her chest and making a lead down the midline of her matted belly. She could palpate it coagulating in her omphalos. She was going to have to do something to educate these male child on the virtue of finishing in her rima oris ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully intent on wearing out her poor people SOB, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many blank space as possible.



fountainhead, 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 on knowing what he had waiting for him at dwelling house. Using some damp report towels and hand liquid ecstasy she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her torso standing in the center of the kitchen, including a fast chaparral of her pubic curls. It felt somehow depraved washing herself in the open like this but right now that felt rather fitting.



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

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

"Yeah,"Angus drawled"I told th'boss I needed to pass on early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the arrest of his stage business shirt and tossing it over his shoulder."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very cat man."Aberdeen Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude form and placed a hand on her buttock, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a little as her rear end touched the stale metal. Despite the fact they were about the same 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 let a promptly gash. By the time I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lube is."With that, Aengus turned away, undressing on his way to the privy to relieve himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did black Angus hail home early to get fucking her Oklahoman, but he clearly had more frustration to take aim out on her poor little sea star. Even in her year-long kinship she'd only done anal twice, and here Oengus was about to sodomise her for the thirdly time in less than 24 time of day. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so matter to because he knew it was less pleasurable for her ? Resigned, she walked to Aberdeen Angus'room and took the thermionic tube of lubricant from his bedside drawer where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a piddling onto her finger. Without bothering to close down the threshold she got on all four-spot on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to distribute the clear gunk to the crinkled hatchway to her back handing over, using her fingertip to lick a little at heart before pushing a finger's breadth in to make sure her trap would comfortably spread. She was still a lilliputian tender and hoped that being in the spot fantasising about assfucking her all day would at least have him ready to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter muscle a couple of times, imagining it gripping the base of his thick scape, milking his come into her intestine, then settled in to waitress, laying her bureau and cheek on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A second later black Angus arrived having finished in the lav and stood behind her undress, taking his prison term as he enjoyed the muckle in front of him. He was taking so long Tegan's mind began to wander. Would the lubricator dry out if he didn't showtime fucking her soon ? Should she let used to a greater extent ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of publicity and an object was placed on the bed in front of her face. Close up it took her a moment to work on it.

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

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

"It is indeed."Aengus confirmed, with a grinning in his articulation."And not just any. It's chromium steel brand so it's got a good 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 William Green jewel in the end, to match your fairly eyes."

Tegan remained unsounded, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the all-encompassing stage it was probably not quite as chummy as Angus'prick, and the stem that connected the brush up end to the al-Qaeda with the green lechatelierite was no thicker than one of her finger's breadth. She wasn't sure what to make up of it and tried to imagine how it would feel inside her.

"wellspring, what d'yeh say ?"

"I uh… uh… thank you ?"

"Thank you what ?"

"Thank you… for… the demo ? Sir ?"

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



Tegan jumped as the dusty steel touched her raw asshole but remained in place as Oengus continued to press the object against her, the smooth wick easily wedging her fiddling golf hole opened. There was a little resistor and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the plug but that was apparently its all-encompassing point as the weight of it shifted from pressing against the exterior of her consistency to suddenly being enveloped by her, the moth-eaten chunk of alloy sitting snugly in her Costa Rican colon, her anatomical sphincter twitching around the lose weight prow keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Oengus grinned."Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven't had the fortune to sample what I'm sure is a delightfully tight minuscule cunt you're hiding between your leg and I want to take my shooting at it before the early two are done running it in. On the other handwriting, I don't want you to feel like I'm neglecting your back threshold - because make no error, I absolutely adore dumping my lading in a pretty miss's shitter, and I am going to fuck yours like it's going out of fashion."Aengus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't supporter but tremble at his malevolent promise.

"So here's my compromise. You wear that plug up your hunky-dory fiddling ass to keep it ready for me whenever I want it, and stop up the sameness by using your fuckhole once in a while. Does that sound fair ?"

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Aberdeen Angus caressed her hairless mouth then plunged a finger 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 better for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her rosehip towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no resistance, like a ragdoll in his workforce as he slid his fat whoreson into her wet and willing yap. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his petty speech, or a compounding of both, Tegan's vagina was guileful with juices in expectancy of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his backbreaking lump slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning mi of an sexual climax growing in her gut. How did this man have this kind of major power over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. Nothing like the kind of lover she would receive 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 holes that there was a good chance that her son of a bitch would see More natural process than a porn star, and that her own delight would be a distant irregular priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her slick love tunnel, the heavy punch of metal lodged in her Aspinwall bouncing with every thrust, she couldn't aid but be carried away on a cloud of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to dry land and she snapped out of her fantasy to bump herself panting, her whine having turned into unfiltered guttural screams of go as Oengus picked up the gait. Her sinew clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final metre and her body vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding his breath as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his formal contracted and heaved a colossal warhead of cum into her slimy hole. His dick flexed and twitched as he squirted respective clock time and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her fix her muscularity spasmed, forcing out a soaker of his thick cum which clung to her nether sassing before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her muscle to try and force out the remainder of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the salmagundi of his seed and her juices in her palm, she estimated she was holding at to the lowest degree two snow leopard of punk 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 hired hand to her lips and slurped the mess into her mouth as if crapulence lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the total handful of goop into her lip then opened her mouth to display it once go fourth dimension before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

"Now that, little trollop, was one Inferno of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”