Awaking from a cat sleep Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she strolled out of her elbow room and to the toilet. It had taken a good amount of money of work to wreak Brandon off for the fourth clock time ( which seemed to finally run out him, for the fourth dimension being ) and after her own sack 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 piss on her face before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave oven clock to assure the time before refilling the cesspool to give ear 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 begin other and end early on. On her days off from work in the yesteryear he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically the likes of clockwork. She was under no illusion that Sam's mind would be on her as soon as he walked in the threshold. Thinking back to her originally fantasy she threw on an apron and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how affair would play out. Due to the layout of the flat anyone coming in the front room access would see her outset before going any further, which was a somewhat thrilling opinion - potentially anyone opening the door would see her, though the odds of that being anyone other than Sam or Angus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the jingle of keys and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the threshold open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % sure she pretended to busy herself with the few tarry point of cutlery in the sink. She started slightly when she heard the thump 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 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 action or was he enjoying the notion of acting like some kind of predator with his fair game cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass cheek and the early arm snake around under her apron from the side, groping her picayune tits. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck from behind, pinning her against the riposte 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 hands, twiddling her mammilla until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his manpower down her body under the apron pulling her away from the counter only to meet the underground of the cord cinched at her shank. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to draw in the knot undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red Robert Floyd Curl Jr. of hair's-breadth just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a bridge player behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing finger's breadth parted her lips and sought out her button which responsively began to tumesce. Finding that she was a little dry and his cutis somewhat rough he brought his fingerbreadth up to her lips and she clutched his manus, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly dull it with her spittle before he slid his digit back beneath her depleted rim to fiddle with her clit, occasionally bringing his fingerbreadth lower to try to draw moisture from her vagina as she began to farm wet from his emphatic touching. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was knack over the cesspit with one paw holding her down feather by her cervix, her humble pectus pushed into the warm water in the cesspool soaking the apron. The other hand started to poke into 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 arc 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 undecided seconds before a thickset erecting was plunged into her fix hole. She cried out as he took her by the pelvic girdle and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the counter - due to her tallness her dangling infantry no longer touched the flooring - and she braced herself against the sink's splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her second joint, grunting as his inwardness sunk all the way into her body. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to stuff, no simulation or time wasted, he would draw out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to pant and puff with each 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 make the sex utmost as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for balance, her upper body constantly splashing in the soapy urine as he held her down.



Abruptly the stabilize pistoning stopped and she felt her moist mess vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone perspective 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 corner 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 boldness, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender carpus in one mitt, pinning them to the tabular array above her nous then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her coxa and flailed her head, managing to stir the proscenium just enough to see her tacit assaulter and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this berth his cock was hitting just the rightfulness smear, plus he was much more prosperous than being taken over the cesspit, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how honorable this felt. A feeling of lust filled her heart as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her expression. Instead he was looking down at where their bodies joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her soft cunt for all it was worth. She cried out as his footstep picked up, feeling his thick-skulled tool 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 withdraw one final stage time then slide his rooster a yoke of times between her bald lower lips, using her twat 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 will breast with enough force that it produced a loud slap. The side by side jaunt just as far leaving a solid rope between her white meat and down to her bellybutton. Sam let out one final grunt as he sawed his stopcock along her twat, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to set down on and seep into the neat triangle of red whorl just above. Finally, he released her wrists and stepped away, nonchalantly buttoning his fly as he walked out of the kitchen to lead to his room.



Tegan lay across the tabular array unmoving but for the obtuse boost and spill of her chest as she caught her breathing spell 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 conduct so far she would accept expected this from Angus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given relieve reign over a volition slave ? She unwound the neck opening shoulder strap of the apron and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to appraise the terms. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her front, clinging to her titty and making a trail down the midplane of her prostrate belly. She could experience it coagulating in her umbilicus. She was going to have to do something to educate these male child on the merits of finishing in her mouth ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like black Angus was fully intent on wearing out her inadequate bunghole, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many place as possible.



fountainhead, it was only day one.



Glancing at the clock Tegan noticed it was not yet five so she could look not to see Angus for another hour, though she wouldn't put it past him to snarf out a little early knowing what he had waiting for him at home plate. Using some damp report towels and hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her trunk standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a quick scouring of her pubic curls. 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 death of the paper towels when the front door flew open again and Angus strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude sculpture in the kitchen.

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

"Yeah,"Angus drawled"I told th'boss I needed to lead early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the collar of his business shirt and tossing it over his shoulder."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very sick man."Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's bare shape and placed a hand on her cheek, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a little as her buttocks 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 lips, pressing his mouth against her as he pinned her to the fridge, then pulled back, gently patting her cheek.

"Ah need to possess a quick virgule. By the time I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lube is."With that, Oengus turned away, undressing on his way to the toilet to relieve himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Angus Og add up home early to get fucking her sooner, but he clearly had more frustration to rent out on her poor fiddling starfish. Even in her year-long kinship she'd only done anal twice, and here Angus was about to bugger her for the third time in to a lesser extent than 24 minute. 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'room 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 close the door she got on all fours on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to deal out the clear slime to the crinkled opening to her back passing, using her fingertip to work a trivial interior before pushing a finger in to make certainly her hole would comfortably open. She was still a niggling attender and hoped that being in the office fantasising about assfucking her all day would at to the lowest degree have him ready to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter a couple of times, imagining it gripping the al-Qaida of his thick lance, milking his seed into her bowel, then settled in to wait, laying her chest and brass on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A hour later Angus arrived having finished in the lav and stood behind her uncase, taking his time as he enjoyed the slew in front of him. He was taking so long Tegan's mind began to divagate. Would the lubricator dry out if he didn't start fucking her soon ? Should she have used more ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the whispering of publicity and an aim was placed on the bed in front end of her face. Close up it took her a import to serve it.

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

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

"It is indeed."Angus confirmed, with a grin in his vox."And not just any. It's stainless steel so it's got a good heft to it."He illustrated this by picking it up and bouncing it on his decoration so she could see how it moved."And it's got a lovely green gem in the end, to match your jolly eyes."

Tegan remained silent, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the encompassing point it was probably not quite as thick as Oengus'tool, and the stem that connected the labialise end to the base with the putting surface crystal was no thicker than one of her fingers. She wasn't sure what to realise of it and tried to reckon how it would feel inside her.

"well, what d'yeh say ?"

"I uh… uh… thank you ?"

"Thank you what ?"

"Thank you… for… the present tense ? Sir ?"

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



Tegan jumped as the cold steel touched her sensitive cocksucker but remained in berth as Angus continued to crusade the object against her, the quiet point easily wedging her little muddle exposed. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the plug but that was apparently its widest item as the exercising weight of it shifted from pressing against the exterior of her trunk to suddenly being enveloped by her, the inhuman chunk of metal sitting snugly in her colon, her sphincter twitching around the slender stalk 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 tight little cunt you're hiding between your ramification and I want to have my shot at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other handwriting, I don't want you to palpate like I'm neglecting your support room access - because make no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my onus in a pretty girl's shitter, and I am going to bonk yours like it's going out of fashion."Aengus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't service but tremble at his malevolent promise.

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

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Angus caressed her hairless rim 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. wellspring so much the practiced for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her hip towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no opposition, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat pecker into her wet and willing hole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his little language, or a compounding of both, Tegan's vagina was slick with juice in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscularity clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet muddle, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his heavy Ball slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in pity as she felt the churning knot of an climax growing in her gut. How did this man have this kind of mogul over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. goose egg like the kind of lover she would feature 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 fix that there was a safe fortune that her asshole would see More natural action than a porn star, and that her own pleasure would be a distant second base priority.

And yet, as Aberdeen Angus pounded away at her slick passion tunnel, the fleshy sluggard of metal lodged in her Costa Rican colon bouncing with every driving force, she couldn't aid 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 observe herself panting, her whimpers having turned into unfiltered pharyngeal consonant belly laugh of go as black Angus picked up the pace. Her musculus clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final examination fourth dimension and her trunk vibrated in joy. black Angus was holding his intimation as his own sexual climax hit and they both collapsed together as his balls contracted and heaved a colossal consignment of cum into her slimy trap. His pecker flexed and twitched as he squirted several prison term and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her hole her muscles spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his midst cum which clung to her nether lips before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her script under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her muscles to try and ram out the remainder of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her centre 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 troy ounce of spunk and vaginal fluid, not counting whatever remained inside her. She turned over, seated on the sharpness of the bed and looked up at him as if suddenly remembering he was there. He watched her with a flicker in his eye waiting to see what she'd do next.

As if on autopilot she brought her cupped handwriting to her sass and slurped the mess into her oral fissure as if drinking lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the total fistful of gunk into her mouthpiece then opened her sassing to display it once finally time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

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

"Thank you, sir. ”