Awaking from a snooze Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she strolled out of her room and to the can. It had taken a full amount of work to bestow Brandon off for the one-quarter meter ( which seemed to finally drain him, for the clock time being ) and after her own waiver 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 on her face before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave oven clock to go over the sentence before refilling the swallow hole to attend to the mantrap she was distracted from earlier.



It was just around 3:30pm and she expected that Sam would be home shortly as his mental synthesis job tended to begin former and end early. On her Day off from oeuvre in the past he could get in anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no magic that Sam's brain would be on her as soon as he walked in the door. Thinking back to her other fantasy she threw on an proscenium and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how things would flirt out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the social movement doorway would see her first-class honours degree before going any boost, which was a somewhat inebriate whimsy - potentially anyone opening the door would see her, though the betting odds of that being anyone early than Sam or Angus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the doggerel verse of keys and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the door open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % trusted she pretended to busy herself with the few lingering items 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 duffle bag bag that held his workplace gear, then a series of slack 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 whimsey of acting like some form of piranha with his quarry cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass nerve and the early arm snake around under her apron from the side, groping her little tits. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck opening from behind, pinning her against the counter with his body. Tegan braced herself against the swallow hole as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her breasts in his men, twiddling her mamilla until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his paw down her consistence under the apron pulling her away from the return only to converge the resistor of the cord cinched at her shank. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to pull the mile undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red Robert Curl of hair just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a hand behind his cervix as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing fingers parted her backtalk and sought out her button which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a minuscule dry and his peel somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her lips and she clutched his script, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly weaken it with her spit before he slid his fingers back beneath her frown lips to playact with her clitoris, occasionally bringing his digit lower to try to draw moisture from her vagina as she began to turn wet from his forceful touching. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent grass over the sink with one hand holding her down by her cervix, her humble chest pushed into the warm urine in the sink soaking the apron. The early hand started to probe her from keister, a finger's breadth 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 instant of urgent fingering he apparently deemed that she was prepared enough and she heard the pop-pop-pop noise of a clit fly being pluck open irregular before a thick hard-on was plunged into her ready kettle of fish. She cried out as he took her by the coxa and repositioned her so the front man of her pelvis was on the rejoinder - due to her altitude her dangling human foot no longer touched the floor - and she braced herself against the sink's splashback as he held her down feather and forced himself between her second joint, grunting as his meat sunk all the way into her organic structure. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to thrust, no dissembling or time wasted, he would suck out a niggling before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and pant with each drive, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to vary 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 balance, her upper body constantly splashing in the soapy urine as he held her down.



Abruptly the steady pistoning stopped and she felt her moist fix 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 corner of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then thrown and twisted across her face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above her school principal then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her rose hip and flailed her nous, managing to tilt the forestage just enough to see her silent assailant and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this position his cock was hitting just the rightfield topographic point, plus he was much more comfortable than being taken over the cesspool, 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 oculus as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her typeface. Instead he was looking down at where their bodies joined, apparently focused on null but drilling her easygoing cunt for all it was deserving. She cried out as his pace picked up, feeling his thickheaded 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 last time then slip his cock a couplet of metre between her bald lower lips, using her slit just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her dead body. The initial spirt smacked against the underside of her left tit with adequate military force that it produced a loud slap. The following move just as far leaving a solid rope between her breast and down to her navel. Sam let out one final oink as he sawed his hammer along her slit, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to bring on and ooze into the peachy triangle of red curls just above. Finally, he released her articulatio radiocarpea and stepped away, nonchalantly buttoning his fly as he walked out of the kitchen to head to his room.



Tegan lay across the board unmoving but for the dull rise and fall of her chest 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 conduct so far she would have expected this from Angus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given detached reign over a willing hard worker ? She unwound the neck strap of the proscenium and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the tabular array, looking down at herself to evaluate the damage. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her battlefront, clinging to her white meat and making a trail down the midline of her flat belly. She could feel it coagulating in her navel. She was going to suffer to do something to school these boys on the merit of finishing in her oral fissure ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this schooling of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully engrossed on wearing out her poor asshole, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many situation 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 Oengus for another hour, though she wouldn't put it past him to sneak out a piddling early knowing what he had waiting for him at domicile. Using some damp paper towels and hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her torso standing in the eye of the kitchen, including a prompt scouring of her pubic Robert Curl. It felt somehow depraved washing herself in the subject like this but right now that felt rather fitting.



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

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

"Yeah,"Oengus drawled"I told th'honcho I needed to leave early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the collar of his byplay 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 nude statue strain and placed a hired man on her impertinence, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the icebox. She jumped a little as her buttocks touched the cold metal. Despite the fact they were about the same tallness, she felt like he was towering over her.



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

"Ah need to have a quick gash. By the clip I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lube is."With that, Angus turned away, undressing on his way to the bathroom to relieve himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Aengus issue forth home early to pop out fucking her Sooner, but he clearly had More foiling to take out on her pitiable little starfish. Even in her year-long relationship she'd only done anal twice, and here Angus was about to sodomize her for the third meter in less than 24 minute. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so interested because he knew it was less pleasurable for her ? Resigned, she walked to black Angus'room and took the tube of lube from his bedside drawer where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a footling onto her finger. Without bothering to come together the door she got on all fours on the bed with her ass pointed towards the threshold and reached back to administer the sack slime to the crinkled opening to her back passage, using her fingertip to lick a niggling deep down before pushing a finger in to make sure her hole would comfortably spread out. She was still a trivial tender 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 couple of prison term, imagining it gripping the base of his midst putz, milking his semen into her bowel, then settled in to wait, laying her chest and cheek on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A minute later Aengus arrived having finished in the lavatory and stood behind her uncase, taking his fourth dimension as he enjoyed the deal in front of him. He was taking so long Tegan's mind began to wander. Would the lube dry out if he didn't starting fucking her soon ? Should she feature used to a greater extent ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of promotional material and an object was placed on the bed in front of her face. close down up it took her a bit to serve 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."black Angus confirmed, with a grin in his vocalism."And not just any. It's stainless steel sword so it's got a commodity 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 green jewel in the end, to match your pretty eyes."

Tegan remained understood, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the all-encompassing point it was probably not quite as thick as black Angus'scratch, and the stem that connected the rounded end to the base with the green crystallization was no thicker than one of her digit. She wasn't sure what to stimulate of it and tried to imagine how it would feel inside her.

"well, what d'yeh say ?"

"I uh… uh… thank you ?"

"Thank you what ?"

"Thank you… for… the present ? Sir ?"

"Alright, close enough."Angus picked up the lubricant thermionic vacuum tube and added a tiny dab to the end of the spark plug then his hands disappeared out of sight as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the cold-blooded steel touched her sensible asshole but remained in place as black Angus continued to press the objective against her, the smooth wick easily wedging her little gob receptive. There was a little underground and she bit her lip as she stretched to oblige the ballyhoo but that was apparently its blanket point as the exercising weight of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her body to suddenly being enveloped by her, the stale chunk of metallic element sitting snugly in her colon, her sphincter muscle twitching around the thin radical keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Angus Og grinned."Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven't had the prospect to sample what I'm sure is a delightfully blind drunk little puss you're hiding between your legs and I want to have my barb at it before the early two are done running it in. On the other hand, I don't want you to feel like I'm neglecting your back door - because make no fault, I absolutely adore dumping my warhead in a pretty girl's voider, and I am going to fuck yours like it's going out of fashion."Oengus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't assistance but shake at his malevolent promise.

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

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Angus caressed her hairless lip 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 proficient for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her hips towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no impedance, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat prick 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 with juice in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet cakehole, making squishing noise as he delved in and out of her, his heavy balls 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… abrasive, bordering on cruel. nix like the variety of lover she would cause chosen if given the option. And yet… and yet she did, didn't she ? She knew enough about Aberdeen Angus to put on he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her holes that there was a honest fortune that her asshole would see more action than a porno star, and that her own pleasure would be a distant secondment priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her silken love tunnel, the operose poke of metallic element lodged in her colon bouncing with every driving force, 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 fantasy to find out herself panting, her whine having turned into unfiltered guttural screams of ecstasy as black Angus picked up the tread. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final time and her body vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding his breathing space as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his orb contracted and heaved a prodigious burden of cum into her slimed kettle of fish. His dick flexed and twitched as he squirted respective times and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her hole her muscles spasmed, forcing out a flood of his thick cum which clung to her chthonian backtalk before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her palm tree, squeezing her musculus to try and force out the rest of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her heart 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 tinder and vaginal fluid, not counting whatever remained inside her. She turned over, seated on the bound 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 brim and slurped the mess into her back talk as if drink lifegiving water from a springtime, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the entire fistful of gunk into her oral cavity then opened her mouth to display it once last time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

"Now that, fiddling slut, was one Hades of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”