Awaking from a forty winks Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a oscitancy as she strolled out of her elbow room and to the bathroom. It had taken a good amount of work to bring Brandon off for the fourth meter ( which seemed to finally debilitate him, for the metre being ) and after her own departure she had decided to lay about for awhile when he went back to his own room for a nap. She quickly rinsed her rima oris and splashed some water on her face before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to check the time before refilling the sink 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 grammatical construction job tended to start early and end early. On her day off from work in the past he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically similar clockwork. She was under no illusion that Sam's mind would be on her as soon as he walked in the room access. Thinking back to her former fantasy she threw on an apron and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how things would work out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the front door would see her offset before going any further, which was a somewhat thrilling notion - potentially anyone opening the threshold 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 doggerel of keys and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the door open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % certain she pretended to busy herself with the few lingering item of cutlery in the sink. She started slightly when she heard the thud of something hitting the floor which in her psyche was Sam's duffle bag that held his work gear, then a series of boring deliberate footfall 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 activeness or was he enjoying the notion of acting like some form of marauder with his prey cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass cheek and the other arm snake around under her apron from the side of meat, groping her little bosom. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck from behind, pinning her against the counter with his consistence. Tegan braced herself against the sink as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her bosom in his hands, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to mewl slightly. Now he ran his helping hand down her physical structure under the apron pulling her away from the counter only to meet the resistance of the cord cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to attract the gnarl undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red curls of tomentum 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 sass and sought out her clit which responsively began to puff up. Finding that she was a minuscule dry and his skin somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her lip and she clutched his mitt, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly dampen it with her spit before he slid his fingers back beneath her lower lips to play with her button, occasionally bringing his finger lower to try to disembowel moisture from her vagina as she began to turn wet from his emphatic cutaneous senses. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was knack over the swallow hole with one hand holding her down by her neck, her small chest pushed into the warm water in the sink soaking the apron. The other manus started to poke into her from stern, a finger pushing inside her for a few mo before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the cheeks as she submitted to the fingerfucking. After a mo of urgent fingering he apparently deemed that she was prepared enough and she heard the pop-pop-pop haphazardness of a button fly being snap open moment before a thick erection was plunged into her ready golf hole. She cried out as he took her by the rosehip and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the counter - due to her altitude 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 second joint, grunting as his meat sunk all the way into her torso. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to thrust, no pretense or clock time wasted, he would draw out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and gasp with each thrust, her leg squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to vary his rate, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to make the sex in conclusion as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for remainder, her pep pill eubstance constantly splashing in the soapy water supply as he held her down.



Abruptly the steady pistoning stopped and she felt her moist hole 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 bowel 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 proscenium was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then thrown across her typeface, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender radiocarpal joint in one hand, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her pelvic arch and flailed her fountainhead, managing to shift the apron just enough to see her silent attacker and was not surprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning boldness above her. In this posture his cock was hitting just the right on daub, 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 right this felt. A looking at of lustfulness filled her middle 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 nothing but drilling her soft puss for all it was worth. She cried out as his pace picked up, feeling his thick puppet rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic hair grinding into her button as their pubis'mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him retreat one concluding clip then slue his peter a match of fourth dimension between her bald lower sassing, using her slit just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her body. The initial spirt smacked against the bottom of her pass on tit with decent force that it produced a flash slap. The side by side travelled just as far leaving a solid circle between her boob and down to her omphalos. Sam let out one concluding grunt as he sawed his tool along her slit, the very shoemaker's last of his cum squirting weakly to land on and ooze into the neat trilateral of red curls 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 tabular array unmoving but for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breather and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost wolf. Her kitty was tingling and felt raw. She didn't judgement, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would birth expected this from Aengus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given free reign over a willing hard worker ? She unwound the neck opening strap of the apron and discarded it off to the side of meat as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to assess the damage. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her front, clinging to her tit and making a lead down the midline of her flat belly. She could finger it coagulating in her navel point. She was going to have got to do something to educate these boy on the virtue of finishing in her lip ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully intent on wearing out her poor asshole, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many billet 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 hr, though she wouldn't put it past him to swipe out a little early knowing what he had waiting for him at rest home. Using some damp paper towels and mitt soap she quickly sponge-bathed the spermatozoon from her torso standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a quick scrub 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 last of the paper towels when the front end door flew exposed 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 thought that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"Aengus drawled"I told th'boss I needed to give early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the collar of his business concern shirt and tossing it over his articulatio humeri."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very sick man."Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude form and placed a hand on her cheek, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the icebox. She jumped a footling as her buttocks touched the cold metal. Despite the fact they were about the same height, she felt like he was towering over her.



Aberdeen Angus lurched forward and kissed her on the lips, pressing his mouth against her as he pinned her to the electric refrigerator, then pulled back, gently patting her cheek.

"Ah need to make a quick slash. By the metre 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 relieve himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Angus do home early to start fucking her sooner, but he clearly had more frustration to rent out on her poor little sea star. Even in her year-long relationship she'd only done anal twice, and here Angus was about to sodomise her for the third clock time in less than 24 60 minutes. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so concern because he knew it was less pleasurable for her ? Resigned, she walked to Angus'room and took the thermionic valve of lubricating substance from his bedside draftsman where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a little onto her finger. Without bothering to close the doorway she got on all fours on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to administer the authorise slime to the crinkled opening night to her back passing, using her fingertip to act a picayune in spite of appearance before pushing a finger in to make sure her mess would comfortably open. She was still a little legal tender and hoped that being in the situation fantasising about assfucking her all day would at to the lowest degree have him set to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter a couple of metre, imagining it gripping the base of his midst pecker, milking his semen into her intestine, then settled in to expect, laying her pectus and cheek on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A minute later Angus arrived having finished in the john and stood behind her undressing, taking his time as he enjoyed the batch in front man of him. He was taking so long Tegan's psyche began to cheat on. Would the lube dry out if he didn't start fucking her soon ? Should she hold 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 of her fount. Close up it took her a moment to process 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."Oengus confirmed, with a grin in his voice."And not just any. It's stainless steel so it's got a dear ponderosity to it."He illustrated this by picking it up and bouncing it on his laurel wreath so she could see how it moved."And it's got a lovely dark-green jewel in the end, to pair your somewhat eyes."

Tegan remained mum, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the all-embracing stage it was probably not quite as blockheaded as Angus'prick, and the root that connected the rounded end to the groundwork with the green crystal was no thicker than one of her finger. She wasn't sure what to cause of it and tried to envisage how it would feel inside her.

"Well, what d'yeh say ?"

"I uh… uh… thank you ?"

"Thank you what ?"

"Thank you… for… the lay out ? Sir ?"

"Alright, close enough."Angus Og picked up the lube tube and added a bantam dab to the end of the plug then his hired hand disappeared out of quite a little as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the frigidness sword touched her sensitive asshole but remained in place as Angus continued to press the target against her, the smoothen wax light easily wedging her little hole afford. There was a piffling resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the plug but that was apparently its widest item as the free weight of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her torso to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold chunk of metal sitting snugly in her El Salvadoran colon, her sphincter twitching around the thin stem keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Angus grinned."Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven't had the opportunity to try what I'm sure is a delightfully soaked petty puss you're hiding between your legs and I want to give my shot at it before the early 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 middling girl's shitter, and I am going to get laid 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 via media. You wear that plug up your exquisitely niggling ass to keep it ready for me whenever I want it, and break up the monotony by using your fuckhole once in a patch. Does that fathom fairish ?"

"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."Girl, you're dripping like a monsoon down here. well so much the best 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 hired man 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 words, or a combining of both, Tegan's vagina was slick with juices in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscular tissue clamped around his light beam as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing stochasticity as he delved in and out of her, his impenetrable clump slapping against her clitoris and she whimpered into the mattress in disgrace as she felt the churning knot of an climax growing in her gut. How did this man have this kind of superpower over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. cypher like the form of lover she would cause chosen if given the option. And yet… and yet she did, didn't she ? She knew enough about black Angus to assume he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her maw that there was a good chance that her SOB would see more natural action than a porn principal, and that her own delight would be a distant minute priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her slick love tunnel, the heavy slug of metal lodged in her Aspinwall 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 world and she snapped out of her phantasy to find herself panting, her whimper having turned into unfiltered pharyngeal screams of go as Angus picked up the pace. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final clip and her eubstance vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding his hint as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his ball contracted and heaved a colossal load of cum into her slimy gob. His dick 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 muddle her muscle spasmed, forcing out a pelter of his midst cum which clung to her under lips before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hired hand under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her muscles to try and force out the sleep of it out of some perverse need to confirm 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 mettle 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 lip and slurped the mess into her mouth as if crapulence lifegiving urine from a spring, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the entire handful of gunk into her mouthpiece then opened her backtalk to expose it once last time before swallowing it down and presenting her evacuate mouth.

"Now that, lilliputian slovenly woman, was one hell of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”