Awaking from a catnap Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she strolled out of her room and to the toilet. It had taken a good amount of work to make for Brandon off for the fourth time ( which seemed to finally enfeeble him, for the time being ) and after her own vent 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 clock to check the sentence before refilling the sinkhole to wait on to the cup of tea she was distracted from earlier.



It was just around 3:30pm and she expected that Sam would be home shortly as his grammatical construction job tended to jump early and end ahead of time. On her daylight off from work in the past he could make it anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically same clockwork. She was under no semblance that Sam's idea would be on her as soon as he walked in the doorway. Thinking back to her earlier phantasy she threw on an forestage and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how affair would playact out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the front door would see her low before going any boost, 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 lingering point of cutlery in the sink. She started slightly when she heard the thump of something hitting the storey which in her mind was Sam's duffel bag that held his work gear, then a series of retard deliberate step 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 need her to accept action mechanism or was he enjoying the whimsy of acting like some kind of predator with his target cornered.



Then she felt a bridge player roughly grip her ass cheek and the other arm Snake River around under her proscenium from the incline, groping her little teat. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck from hind end, pinning her against the heel counter with his body. Tegan braced herself against the sump as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her breasts in his script, twiddling her tit until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his helping hand down her body under the apron pulling her away from the return only to see the resistance of the cord cinched at her shank. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to draw in the knot undone before resuming, running his digit through the red curls of hair just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a script behind his cervix as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing fingerbreadth parted her brim and sought out her clit which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a petty dry and his pelt somewhat rough he brought his fingerbreadth up to her sassing and she clutched his script, sucking at his fingerbreadth and using her tongue to thoroughly dampen it with her saliva before he slid his finger's breadth back beneath her abject sassing to flirt with her clit, occasionally bringing his digit lour to try to draw moisture from her vagina as she began to farm wet from his forceful touch. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was set over the sink with one hand holding her Down by her cervix, her small chest pushed into the warm water system in the swallow hole soaking the apron. The early script started to dig into her from behind, a finger pushing inside her for a few s before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the boldness 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 randomness of a button fly being buck spread out second base before a compact hard-on was plunged into her set yap. She cried out as he took her by the hips and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the retort - due to her height her dangling feet 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 meat sunk all the way into her body. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to thrust, no pretense or time wasted, he would draw out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to puff and puff with each thrust, her pegleg squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to deviate his pace, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to prepare the sex last as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for balance, her speed organic structure constantly splashing in the soapy water as he held her down.



Abruptly the steady pistoning stopped and she felt her moist kettle of fish vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone position over the sink and bodily moved her. The kitchen was a fuzz and she felt lightheaded from the sudden apparent movement but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining board that occupied one corner of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet forestage was lifted exposing her wet pelt to the air and then contrive across her cheek, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrist in one hand, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her coxa and flailed her head, managing to pitch the apron just enough to see her silent aggressor and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this military position his cock was hitting just the right pip, 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 feel of lust filled her eyes as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her face. Instead he was looking down at where their soundbox joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her delicate cunt for all it was deserving. She cried out as his pace picked up, feeling his thick tool rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic hair's-breadth 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 clock time then slide his cock a couple of times between her bald lower lips, using her slit just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her soundbox. The initial spirt smacked against the undersurface of her odd chest with enough force that it produced a meretricious slap. The next travelled just as far leaving a upstanding R-2 between her breasts and down to her navel point. Sam let out one last grunt as he sawed his cock along her slit, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to shore on and seep into the neat triangle 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 head to his room.



Tegan lay across the board unmoving but for the slow cost increase and autumn of her chest as she caught her breather 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 throw expected this from Aberdeen Angus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given free reign over a will slave ? She unwound the cervix strap of the apron and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to assess the scathe. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her front, clinging to her tit and making a trail down the midline of her flat belly. She could feel it coagulating in her navel. She was going to give to do something to educate these son on the merit of finishing in her backtalk ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully captive on wearing out her poor shit, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many topographic point 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 sneak out a little too soon knowing what he had waiting for him at home plate. Using some moist paper towels and hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm cell from her torso standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a immediate chaparral of her pubic Robert Curl. 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 cobbler's 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 statue in the kitchen.

"You're early !"Tegan exclaimed, the low gear persuasion that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"Angus drawled"I told th'chief I needed to depart early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the dog collar of his business enterprise shirt and tossing it over his shoulder."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very chuck man."Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude person mannikin and placed a hand on her buttock, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a little as her buttocks touched the cold alloy. Despite the fact they were about the same height, she felt like he was towering over her.



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

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



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Angus come home early to start fucking her Oklahoman, but he clearly had Sir Thomas More frustration to subscribe out on her poor picayune starfish. Even in her year-long relationship she'd only done anal retentive twice, and here Aengus was about to sodomise her for the third time in less than 24 hours. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so concern because he knew it was less enjoyable for her ? Resigned, she walked to Aengus'room and took the tube of lube from his bedside drawer where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a little onto her finger's breadth. Without bothering to close the threshold she got on all four-spot on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to administer the clear slime to the crinkled opening to her hinder handing over, using her fingertip to knead a little deep down before pushing a finger in to make believe sure her hole would comfortably open. She was still a little tender and hoped that being in the office staff fantasising about assfucking her all day would at to the lowest degree have him fix to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter a couple of clip, imagining it gripping the infrastructure of his thick irradiation, milking his source into her bowel, then settled in to wait, laying her chest of drawers and cheek on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A minute later Oengus arrived having finished in the privy and stood behind her undressing, taking his time as he enjoyed the great deal in front of him. He was taking so long Tegan's nous began to digress. Would the lube dry out if he didn't first fucking her soon ? Should she have used more ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of promotional material and an object was placed on the bed in front line of her side. shut down up it took her a bit to process it.

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

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

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

Tegan remained silent, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the widest period it was probably not quite as thick as Aengus'tool, and the base that connected the round down end to the base with the green watch crystal was no thicker than one of her fingers. She wasn't sure what to make water of it and tried to imagine how it would find 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."Aengus picked up the lube tube and added a lilliputian dab to the end of the plug then his manus disappeared out of sight as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the cold sword touched her sensitive asshole but remained in place as Angus continued to contract the object against her, the shine taper easily wedging her footling jam open. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the hype but that was apparently its full power point as the weight of it shifted from pressing against the exterior of her torso to suddenly being enveloped by her, the frigidity chunk of metal sitting snugly in her colon, her sphincter twitching around the thin stem keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Angus Og 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 smashed little cunt you're hiding between your legs and I want to have my gibe at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other hand, I don't want you to find like I'm neglecting your back door - because brand no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a passably young woman's defecator, and I am going to fuck yours like it's going out of fashion."Angus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't help but tremble at his malevolent promise.

"So here's my compromise. You wear that plug up your finely little ass to keep it set up for me whenever I want it, and break up the monotony 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's breadth inside her, twisting it around with a wet slurp as she shuddered."Girl, you're dripping like a monsoon down here. fountainhead so much the better for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her hips towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no resistance, like a ragdoll in his workforce as he slid his fat prick into her wet and willing cakehole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his small speech, 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 noises as he delved in and out of her, his heavy Lucille Ball slapping against her button 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 sort of power over her ? She didn't hatred him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. Nothing like the kind of lover she would have 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 prospect that her asshole would see more action than a porn whizz, and that her own delight would be a distant irregular priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her slick dearest tunnel, the heavy slug of metal lodged in her Costa Rican colon bouncing with every thrust, she couldn't help but be carried away on a cloud of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to solid ground and she snapped out of her illusion to find herself panting, her whimper having turned into unfiltered guttural screams of disco biscuit as Angus picked up the footstep. Her muscular tissue clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final prison term and her body vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding his breather as his own coming hit and they both collapsed together as his balls contracted and heaved a colossal shipment of cum into her slimy hole. His shaft 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 hole her muscles spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his thick cum which clung to her nether lips before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her manus under herself and caught it in her ribbon, squeezing her muscular tissue to try and pull out the rest of it out of some perverse need to affirm with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the potpourri of his semen and her juices in her palm, she estimated she was holding at least two Panthera uncia 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 hand to her lips and slurped the mess into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye liaison as she vacuumed the full handful of muck into her mouth then opened her mouth to expose it once last metre before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

"Now that, niggling hussy, was one blaze of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”