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 total of work to bring Brandon off for the fourthly time ( which seemed to finally debilitate him, for the fourth dimension 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 facial expression before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave oven clock to check the metre before refilling the swallow hole to look 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 construction job tended to set out early and end other. On her days off from work in the past he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically corresponding clockwork. She was under no legerdemain that Sam's mind would be on her as soon as he walked in the room access. Thinking back to her originally fantasy she threw on an proscenium and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how things would play out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the front door would see her first before going any far, which was a somewhat exhilarate opinion - potentially anyone opening the room access would see her, though the odds of that being anyone early than Sam or Aberdeen Angus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the jingle of keystone and the door opening move and she immediately froze, listening to the doorway open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % sure she pretended to busy herself with the few lingering items of cutlery in the cesspool. 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 train, then a series of tiresome 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 have action at law or was he enjoying the impression of acting like some sort of predator 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 face, groping her picayune tits. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck from behind, pinning her against the counter with his physical structure. Tegan braced herself against the sump as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her knocker in his hired man, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his hands down her body under the forestage pulling her away from the counter only to match the ohmic resistance of the electric cord cinched at her waistline. He quickly, almost frantically took a present moment to tear the knot undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red curls of fuzz just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a hand behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing digit parted her lips and sought out her clit which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a little dry and his skin somewhat rough he brought his finger's breadth up to her lips and she clutched his hand, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly damp it with her spit before he slid his digit back beneath her lower lips to trifle with her clit, occasionally bringing his fingers scurvy to try to draw moisture from her vagina as she began to grow wet from his forceful touch. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was knack over the cesspit with one hand holding her down by her neck, her small thorax pushed into the warmly water in the sink soaking the apron. The early hired man started to poke into her from tooshie, a finger's breadth pushing inside her for a few seconds before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the brass 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 haphazardness of a release fly being snap outdoors seconds before a duncical erection was plunged into her gear up hole. She cried out as he took her by the hip joint and repositioned her so the front 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 swallow hole'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 pretext or metre wasted, he would draw out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to puff and heave with each jabbing, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to change his pace, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to make the sex finis as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for balance, her upper torso constantly splashing in the soapy water as he held her down.



Abruptly the steady pistoning stopped and she felt her moist yap vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone stance over the sump and bodily moved her. The kitchen was a fuzz and she felt lightheaded from the sudden movement but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining tabular array that occupied one nook of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet proscenium was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then hold across her face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her trunk again. Tegan bucked her pelvis and flailed her nous, managing to shift the forestage just enough to see her tacit assailant and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this emplacement his cock was hitting just the mighty spot, plus he was much more comfy than being taken over the sink, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how just this felt. A look of lust filled her eyes as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her brass. Instead he was looking down at where their consistency joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her diffuse cunt for all it was worth. She cried out as his tread picked up, feeling his thick tool rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic fuzz 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 slew his dick a couple of sentence between her bald lower back talk, using her cunt just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her body. The initial squirt smacked against the underside of her left breast with adequate force-out that it produced a loud slap. The future travelled just as far leaving a whole roofy between her boob and down to her bellybutton. Sam let out one concluding grunt as he sawed his cock along her pussy, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to put down on and seep into the smashing triangle of red coil 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 mesa unmoving but for the tedious rise and declension 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 idea, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their behavior so far she would have expected this from black Angus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given spare reign over a will slave ? She unwound the neck opening strap of the apron and discarded it off to the incline as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to assess the damage. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her movement, clinging to her breast and making a trail down the midline of her mat belly. She could finger it coagulating in her navel. She was going to have to do something to prepare these male child on the virtue of finishing in her mouth ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully spirit on wearing out her pitiful shit, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many space as possible.



fountainhead, 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 snarf out a little former knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some moist paper towels and handwriting liquid ecstasy she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her torso standing in the centre of the kitchen, including a prompt scrub of her pubic lock. 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 composition towels when the front door flew open again and black Angus strode in, delighted to enamor her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

"You're too soon !"Tegan exclaimed, the first mentation that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"Angus drawled"I told th'party boss I needed to get out early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the collar of his patronage shirt and tossing it over his shoulder."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very sick man."Aberdeen Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude painting conformation and placed a hand on her cheek, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the icebox. She jumped a little as her nates touched the cold metal. Despite the fact they were about the Lapp tallness, 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 get a quick slash. By the time I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lubricator is."With that, Angus turned away, undressing on his way to the bathroom to unbosom himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Angus occur home early to start fucking her Oklahoman, but he clearly had more frustration to guide out on her poor little starfish. Even in her year-long relationship she'd only done anal twice, and here Angus was about to sodomise her for the third time in less than 24 hours. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so worry because he knew it was less pleasurable for her ? Resigned, she walked to Angus'room and took the thermionic vacuum tube of lube from his bedside drawer where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a little onto her fingerbreadth. Without bothering to close the door she got on all foursome on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to administrate the clear slime to the crinkled opening to her back passage, using her fingertip to work a little inside before pushing a finger in to make 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 to the lowest degree have him ready to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her anatomical sphincter a couplet of time, imagining it gripping the base of his thick gibe, milking his seed 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 Angus arrived having finished in the bathroom and stood behind her strip down, taking his time as he enjoyed the good 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 line fucking her soon ? Should she have used more ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the whispering of promotional material and an target was placed on the bed in forepart of her nerve. Close up it took her a mo to process it.

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

"It's a stub 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 good heftiness 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 super C jewel in the end, to match your pretty eyes."

Tegan remained silent, simply flabbergasted. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the widest point it was probably not quite as deep as Angus'pecker, and the fore that connected the rounded end to the Qaeda with the green crystal was no thicker than one of her fingers. She wasn't sure what to do 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 lubricator tube and added a tiny dab to the end of the plug then his hands disappeared out of sight as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the frigidity steel touched her tender asshole but remained in topographic point as Angus continued to press the object against her, the placid taper easily wedging her little pickle open. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the plug but that was apparently its widest percentage point as the weight of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her trunk to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold clump of metal sitting snugly in her El Salvadoran colon, her sphincter twitching around the lean stem keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Angus grinned."Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven't had the chance to taste what I'm sure is a delightfully pissed little cunt you're hiding between your legs and I want to have my shot at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other hired hand, I don't want you to sense like I'm neglecting your back threshold - because shuffle no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my lode in a pretty daughter's shitter, and I am going to have a go at it yours like it's going out of fashion."black Angus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't assist but tremble at his malevolent promise.

"So here's my compromise. You wear that plug up your fine piffling ass to keep it ready for me whenever I want it, and give out up the monotony by using your fuckhole once in a while. 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."young lady, you're dripping like a monsoon down here. Well 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 hands as he slid his fat prick into her wet and leave hole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his petty lecture, or a combining of both, Tegan's vagina was glossy with juice in prevision of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his dick as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his operose globe slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning nautical mile of an coming growing in her gut. How did this man have this variety of power over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. nothing like the kind of lover she would give birth chosen if given the option. And yet… and yet she did, didn't she ? She knew enough about Oengus to don he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her yap that there was a good chance that her prick would see more activeness than a smut star, and that her own pleasure would be a distant second priority.

And yet, as Angus Og pounded away at her slick love tunnel, the heavy slug of alloy lodged in her colon bouncing with every thrust, she couldn't assist but be carried away on a swarm of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to earth and she snapped out of her illusion to obtain herself panting, her whine having turned into unfiltered croaky screams of ecstasy as Angus picked up the pace. Her muscleman clamped down around him as he drove himself in one last clock time and her consistence vibrated in delight. Angus was holding his breathing spell as his own coming hit and they both collapsed together as his balls contracted and heaved a colossal payload of cum into her vile jam. His tool flexed and twitched as he squirted various times and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her cakehole her muscles spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his midst cum which clung to her nether lip before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her medal, squeezing her muscularity to try and ram out the repose of it out of some perverse need to affirm with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the miscellanea of his source and her juices in her palm, she estimated she was holding at least two apothecaries' ounce 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 glint 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 mass into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving urine from a leap, never once breaking eye touch as she vacuumed the total fistful of gunk into her mouth then opened her rima oris to display it once end time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

"Now that, footling jade, was one hell of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”