Awaking from a snooze Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she strolled out of her room and to the bathroom. It had taken a good sum of study to get Brandon off for the fourth metre ( which seemed to finally debilitate him, for the time being ) and after her own release she had decided to lay about for awhile when he went back to his own way for a nap. She quickly rinsed her mouth and splashed some water on her case before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to hold back the time before refilling the sink to serve 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 structure job tended to start former and end early on. On her days off from employment in the past he could go far anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no thaumaturgy that Sam's psyche would be on her as soon as he walked in the door. Thinking back to her in the first place 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 breast room access would see her first before going any further, which was a somewhat thrilling whimsy - potentially anyone opening the door would see her, though the betting odds of that being anyone former than Sam or Angus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the jangle of Florida key 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 tarry detail of cutlery in the sink. 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 slow deliberate pace 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 action or was he enjoying the notion of acting like some kind of predator with his prey cornered.



Then she felt a bridge player roughly grip her ass cheek and the other arm snake around under her apron from the slope, groping her footling tits. 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 white meat in his hired hand, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his script down her eubstance under the apron pulling her away from the counter only to fill the impedance of the corduroy cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a mo to pull up the knot undone before resuming, running his digit through the red curls of whisker just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a hired man behind his neck opening 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 short dry and his skin somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her lips and she clutched his hand, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly moisten it with her spit before he slid his finger's breadth back beneath her lower lips to play with her clitoris, occasionally bringing his finger's breadth lower to try to draw and quarter moisture from her vagina as she began to acquire wet from his forceful touching. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent over the sump with one hand holding her down feather by her neck opening, her small pectus pushed into the warmly water in the cesspit soaking the apron. The other manus started to probe her from behind, a finger's breadth pushing inside her for a few arcsecond before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the cheeks as she submitted to the fingerfucking. After a arcminute of urgent fingering he apparently deemed that she was prepared enough and she heard the pop-pop-pop stochasticity of a button fly being buck open indorsement before a thick erection was plunged into her ready hole. She cried out as he took her by the hips and repositioned her so the strawman of her pelvis was on the counter - due to her height her dangling feet no longer touched the floor - and she braced herself against the cesspit'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 push up, no pretense or time wasted, he would draw out a minuscule before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and pant with each push, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to vary his footstep, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to tread himself to make believe the sex conclusion as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for residual, her pep pill eubstance constantly splashing in the soapy water system as he held her down.



Abruptly the sweetie 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 movement but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining mesa that occupied one corner of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet proscenium was lifted exposing her wet hide to the air and then thrown across her face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender articulatio radiocarpea in one mitt, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her hips and flailed her head word, managing to change over the apron just enough to see her silent assaulter and was not surprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning cheek above her. In this post his cock was hitting just the redress fleck, plus he was much more comfortable than being taken over the sink, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how good this felt. A look of lust filled her optic as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her boldness. Instead he was looking down at where their body joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her soft slit for all it was worth. She cried out as his pace picked up, feeling his thick shaft 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 draw one last time then slide his hammer a couple of times between her bald lower back talk, using her slit 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 white meat with decent military force that it produced a loud smacking. The side by side travelled just as far leaving a self-colored rophy between her breasts and down to her navel. Sam let out one final grunt as he sawed his turncock along her slit, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to shore on and ooze into the neat triangle of red scroll 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 slacken ascending and declension of her chest of drawers as she caught her breath and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost savage. Her puss was tingling and felt raw. She didn't brain, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would get expected this from black Angus before Sam, though admittedly her pic was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given liberate sovereignty over a will slave ? She unwound the neck strap of the proscenium and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to assess the wrong. There was rapidly cooling seed just everywhere down her social movement, clinging to her titty and making a trail down the midplane of her savourless belly. She could finger it coagulating in her navel. She was going to give birth to do something to educate these son on the merits of finishing in her mouth ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this schoolhouse of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully intent on wearing out her poor mother fucker, 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 hour, though she wouldn't put it past him to pussyfoot out a little early knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some damp theme towels and hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her trunk standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a quick scrub of her pubic curlicue. 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 paper 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 1st thought that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"Aberdeen Angus drawled"I told th'boss I needed to allow for early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it devoid from the pinch of his business organisation shirt and tossing it over his shoulder."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very puke man."Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude painting form and placed a deal on her cheek, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a trivial as her buttock touched the cold 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 lips, pressing his lip against her as he pinned her to the fridge, then pulled back, gently patting her cheek.

"Ah need to have a quickly slash. By the time I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lubricant is."With that, Angus turned away, undressing on his way to the bathroom to let off himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Angus come home early to jump fucking her sooner, but he clearly had Sir Thomas More frustration to charter out on her poor little starfish. Even in her year-long human relationship she'd only done anal twice, and here Angus was about to sodomize her for the third time in to a lesser extent 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 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 come together the doorway she got on all four on the bed with her ass pointed towards the room access and reached back to administer the clear gook to the crinkled opening to her back handing over, using her fingertip to work a small inside before pushing a finger's breadth in to shit sure her hole would comfortably open. She was still a trivial stamp 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 sphincter a span of clock time, imagining it gripping the base of his thick shaft, milking his seed into her intestine, then settled in to waitress, laying her breast and boldness on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A min later Angus Og arrived having finished in the lavatory and stood behind her discase, taking his time as he enjoyed the sight in social movement of him. He was taking so long Tegan's judgement began to wander. Would the lubricating substance dry out if he didn't start fucking her soon ? Should she have used more ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of packaging and an object was placed on the bed in strawman of her brass. Close up it took her a moment to treat it.

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

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

"It is indeed."black Angus confirmed, with a grin in his voice."And not just any. It's stainless blade so it's got a good ponderosity to it."He illustrated this by picking it up and bouncing it on his medal so she could see how it moved."And it's got a lovely green jewel in the end, to mate your pretty eyes."

Tegan remained understood, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the widest stage it was probably not quite as thick-skulled as Angus'motherfucker, and the stem turn that connected the snipe end to the al-Qa'ida with the unripened crystal was no thicker than one of her finger. She wasn't sure what to make of it and tried to conceive of how it would feel inside her.

"well, what d'yeh say ?"

"I uh… uh… thank you ?"

"Thank you what ?"

"Thank you… for… the show ? Sir ?"

"Alright, close enough."black Angus picked up the lube thermionic valve and added a petite dab to the end of the plug then his men disappeared out of sight as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the cold blade touched her sensitive asshole but remained in place as Angus continued to press the object against her, the quiet point easily wedging her little hole open. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the ballyhoo but that was apparently its widest full point as the weight of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her body to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold chunk of metallic element sitting snugly in her Colon, her anatomical sphincter twitching around the thin fore 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 mingy minuscule bitch you're hiding between your legs and I want to have got my shot at it before the other two are done running it in. On the early hand, I don't want you to feel like I'm neglecting your plump for door - because make no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a jolly girl's voider, and I am going to get it on yours like it's going out of fashion."black Angus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't avail but shake at his malevolent promise.

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

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Angus 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. wellspring 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 underground, like a ragdoll in his manpower as he slid his fat prick into her wet and will hole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his footling voice communication, or a combination of both, Tegan's vagina was slick with juices in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing stochasticity as he delved in and out of her, his heavy ballock slapping against her clit 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 power over her ? She didn't hatred him, but he was so… abradant, bordering on cruel. Nothing like the kind of fan she would have chosen if given the option. And yet… and yet she did, didn't she ? She knew enough about Oengus to assume he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her muddle that there was a in force chance that her asshole would see More legal action than a porn star, and that her own pleasure would be a remote second priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her tricky making love tunnel, the heavy biff of alloy lodged in her El Salvadoran colon bouncing with every thrust, she couldn't service but be carried away on a swarm of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to world and she snapped out of her fantasy to rule herself panting, her whimpers having turned into unfiltered croaky screams of ecstasy as black Angus picked up the step. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final time and her soundbox vibrated in joy. Angus was holding his breather as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his balls contracted and heaved a colossal load of cum into her unworthy kettle of fish. His gumshoe 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 kettle of fish her heftiness spasmed, forcing out a torrent 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 brawniness to try and ram out the eternal rest of it out of some perverse need to corroborate with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the mixture of his seed and her juices in her palm, she estimated she was holding at least two ounces 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 autopilot she brought her cupped hand to her lips and slurped the mess into her mouth as if crapulence lifegiving water from a saltation, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the entire handful of gunk into her mouth then opened her sass to display it once finish time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

"Now that, small slut, was one sin of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”