Over the next two weeks, the changeless screw almost became everyday. The day after the mathematical group sex where the three guy got off twice each they repeated the exercise. Seemingly this obliterated any ideational roadblock or propriety or privacy that had been holding them back from completely availing themselves of her body. She never wore clothing anymore - they liked her to be naked. Whenever they sat together one or both of the men would own their script on her, touching, fondling, groping. It was almost non-sexual in a way, they touched her because she was there. Some night they didn't even have sex with her. Other nights one of the hombre would idly finger her while they watched a movie. One nighttime after dinner party she put on a display for them, spending over an minute touching herself and fucking herself with one of her dildos while they watched. More than once she woke up with dried come on her face or pectus, presumably because one or to a greater extent of the guys had a perverse fascination with the idea that even with standing consent for basically anything, it was still somehow taboo to corrupt her without her knowing. The last metre Angus had made dinner he handed her a collection plate of steam clean veggie then pulled his cock out and furiously beat off, blasting buddy-buddy ropes of cum across the broccoli then watching her eat it, which she did without a discussion of complaint, pretending there was goose egg strange about the food for thought at all.

Sam would sometimes observe her into the bathroom to follow her pee, forcing her to sit with her thighs parted all-encompassing long after she had finished while he masturbated, usually placing his hawkshaw in her mouth to eject his load onto her natural language, early times letting loose all over her bosom. So far he had refrained from using her as his urinal again, but she always felt like it was a possible action. There was no malice to it, but it was emotionally exhausting for her.

Brandon was the most straightforward of the three - as a late Virgo the Virgin who had had a crash course in sexuality he seemed to be eager to make up for lost meter. He was averaging fucking her four times a day, depending on his university agenda usually a straightforward in and out until he finished. His curiosity about her body and the closed book of the female sex seemed to have taken a back buns to him fucking her as often as possible. He seemed to be unable to decide what he liked the most : finishing mystifying inside her pussy or getting her to finish him in her mouth. He was forever alternating between the two and had admitted to her that making her swallow his semen was the hottest thing he could imagine, possibly because it's an experience that isn't easily replicated in porn.

All in all, she began to feel as though her lifetime was completely turned inside out. There was no prison term, no place, no way that she hasn't been used and profaned, and she began to feel unease about what was around the future quoin. So it was a ruffle blessing when she hit the row of white sugar pills on her birth control and her point began, because as often as she hated it, she now had a much needed reprieve.

"Bad intelligence, guys."She announced, tapping the blister camp of oral contraceptive pill against her palm as they assembled for breakfast"That time of the month."She'd dressed for a variety, partially because she had underclothes on but also because as per the terms of the arrangement she had set out, menstrual calendar week also meant she wasn't a sex hard worker in any capacity, which as far as she was concerned included seeing her naked.

"Oh, that's a shame."Sam said gently, patting her on the arm."Do you involve anything ?"

"I… yeah, actually."

"spring me the list, I've got a unretentive day so I'll grab it on the way back from class."Brandon added matter-of-factly as he spooned cornflakes into his mouth.

"Ok…"Tegan trailed off. She had person expected a little Sir Thomas More resistance to their unshakable supply of sex being cut off so abruptly. She took out her speech sound and texted a few thing to Brandon as Angus placed a couple of slices of pledge in front of her, glazed only with a thin film of honey.

"Take it easily lass."Angus said as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head, making his way to the room access to leave for work.



Once they finished and cleared away breakfast, Sam and Brandon followed suit, leaving for work and year, leaving Tegan alone with her thought. The situation had changed literally all-night - again. The evolution of their human relationship had gone from roomie to fuckbuddies to full phase of the moon on sex slave so rapidly that now being left with chaste chance conversation was jarring, almost painfully so. By contrast their behavior this morning seemed almost cold, but there was a definite affectionate consideration to it rather than them simply no longer seeing her as a non-sexual being because her uterus was leaking. This was going to be her week off - usually her actual period lasted about four sidereal day, but she supposed she should wait until the sugar lozenge were finished before she let them begin repeatedly coming inside her again.

She finished doing to dishes and pottered about the house looking for something to go along herself occupied with. Keeping interfering was the second operose matter about this arrangement, right after the actual physical and emotional cost the sex was having on her, and before not really having any freedom. The thing about actually working was that it granted her a becalm income. for sure, there were bills to pay that were no farsighted her headache, but she could also go shopping to harbor herself. She had delivery, but didn't really be after to bear upon them. So that meant staying in, or at least doing affair that were free.

So with that she flopped down on the put and put a movie she'd seen a half dozen times before on Netflix to save her party like an old acquaintance as she flipped through her journal where she'd chronicled her now fairly comp tilt of sexual experiences over the last month. Pausing when she got to a page that was roughly torn out, she reminisced about a session with Angus Og a few nights earlier.



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"Ah'm gonnae fuck yer feet."Angus drawled as he walked into her room.

"You what now ?"Tegan asked incredulously, laying on her bed flicking through a magazine in the nude, as had become the custom.

"nooky yer metrical foot, ah said."

"I'm not going to say no, but why ?"

"Because ah haven't fucked a girl's feet before, and ye'll let me do it."Angus shrugged."Could be a laugh. If ah don't like it ah'll fuck yeh somewhere else."

"You're kinda making it sound like you're getting bored with me."Tegan pouted, playfully on the outdoor but secretly self-conscious about her body.

"Ach, don'be like that. I like yer holes plenty o.k.. As lovely ever. The tightest arsehole ah've ever had the delight of. Pussy like a mellisonant peach tree. Ok ?"

"Alright."Tegan tossed her magazine excursus."So how do we do this ?"

"Shuffle down here a bit and put the sol of your groundwork together."Angus instructed as he took off his bang and let his pants shine to the level, then he held her toes as she complied and wrapped his belt around her mortise joint to bind them together, pulling the knock tight and tying it off. When he was done her soles were pressed together at roughly his crotch meridian and she was knack at the knee joint so her thighs were scatter, leaving her feeling exposed. She was otherwise forced to lie prone, her weaponry savorless by her side for symmetry. She caught him slyly inspecting the plug in her ass while her feet were up. He'd caught her twice without it already since the first base word of advice and had received five then ten spankings for it. Two more mistake would eviscerate fifteen then twenty dollar bill, and he'd promised her an ascent to a larger size of it which was equalise parts frightening and exciting - probably partially why she kept ‘ forgetting'to hold it in.

"A'right."Aberdeen Angus grinned as he dropped his packer shorts to give away his semi-hard dick, swelling as he picked up the thermionic vacuum tube of lube he'd left in her elbow room for gismo and applied some to himself - stroking himself a piddling to a more stark hardon - then begin smearing it on the arches of her infantry, making her squirm and giggle.

"That tickles."

"Does it ?"he asked in mock surprised and deliberately tickled her base, making her wriggle more, bucking her hips as she tried to escape.

"Oh my god, hurry up and do it !"

"How about ah'll make yeh a bet."

"What bet ?"

"At this angle there's a pretty upright distance from yer fundament tae yer face, wouldn't yeh say ?"

"About a cadence ?"Tegan arched one eyebrow at him as she assessed the range.

"Aye. Yeh think I can cum that far ?"

Tegan eyed him suspiciously."Maybe ?"

"Aye, maybe."

"You're going to try and cum on my face while fucking my groundwork ?"

"Aye."

"What's the bet ?"

"If ah get yer boldness, ah get a favour. Something limited, you have to do whatever ah want for one night."

"Just to be clear : you already get to sleep with me as many times as you want, in all my jam. You literally made me eat my dinner after jizzing all over it. And whatever you have in head is so much more extreme point than that, that you want me to tolerate it based on the outcome of a wager that - again, just to be authorise - is based on whether or not you successfully cum on my face while having sex with my base. to a greater extent special than any of that."Tegan ended her tirade, bemused.

"Aye."Angus grinned while slowly inserting his stiffening member between her feet.

"Why would I pass water this bet, considering I have no estimation what you have in mind ?"

"Ok, sightly observations. Ah can think of three reasons."Angus paused and Tegan motioned for him to proceed."One, if you don't, ah'll titillation you even more."

"That's playing dirty."

"Two, part of yeh is really queer about what ah'll make you do."He paused again, waiting for Tegan's answer. When Tegan did not deny this assertion, he continued."And three, I might lose the bet."

"What does that mean ?"

"funfair's fair, you get to take a leak me do whatever you want. For one night."

"Really ?"Tegan's mind reeled at the possible action. She could stool him go down on her for an hour straight and not reciprocate. She could tie him up and card him and not let him occur. She could pee him do her housework ! She assumed he already had something in mind for if he won, but she'd hybridizing that bridge deck when she came to it.

"Deal ?"Angus prompted.

"Deal."Tegan affirmed.

Without further ado Angus began to slither his mostly-hard tool between the arches of her feet, making her squirm and giggle again as she got used to the feeling of his lubed up rod moving between her slippery soles. Once the initial sensations wore off she was able to suppress the need to giggle and instead simply watched as Angus'imperial foreland swelled to to the full rigor, repeatedly surging and retreating between her pale feet, his boldness a look of intense tightness as he gripped her feet to save them at optimal angle to massage his throbbing appendage. It was hard to sound why he'd even want this when her moist pussy was right there for the taking but why did anyone do anything ? Using her free hands she began to idly caress her breast and nipples, tweaking them to hardness, giving Angus a show as he defiled her groundwork. She ran the back of her nails down her torso and cradled her sensitive low-spirited mouth, biting her lip as she found her clit and began to rub down the lilliputian button. From all the recent sex she was seemingly in a constant country of arousal especially since the cat seemed to be less concerned about her orgasm than they had been at the start. Sometimes she'd come, early multiplication she didn't. It had been awhile since she had and she took the opportunity to amuse herself while Angus used her ft to fuck off himself off. She relaxed with a sigh as she stroked herself, glad to take her time.

"What's the perverted thing yeh ever did ?"Angus queried as he trusted away, apparently wanting to make some conversation, maybe to assist the cognitive process along.

"Mm, you mean aside from letting a Scotchman fuck my metrical foot ?"Tegan smirked."I've had nearly as much sex in the last few hebdomad than the ease of my life sentence, you know that."

black Angus grunted an acknowledgment."Aside from that ?"

Tegan considered it."Well with my last boyfriend…"she began.

"Aye ?"

"We were driving back from a party. He was designated number one wood, and I was wino. Hammered. And horny as hell. So while we were driving I started feeling him up. Grabbing his gumshoe in his gasp, all that"She paused for a moment as she slid a finger inside herself to gather some moisture before returning to playing with her clit as she reminisced her way through the story.

"While he was still driving I pulled his cock out and started jerking him off. He reached over with one hand and started feeling up my pap, pulled up my shirt and all. It was around 3 in the break of the day and we had a dainty quiet reaching of highway so we weren't too worried about being seen, or having an accident."Tegan moaned and bit her lip again. Her residual horniness and the computer storage of the chronicle were definitely going to tip her over the boundary soon and she began to talk faster, breathlessly to get to the end.

"Eventually he grabbed my head and pulled it down into his lap, made me give him road head… well he didn't make me. But I blew him. When he came he grabbed my whisker and pulled me off him, and it was like a vent erupted in my brass - my initiatory facial nerve, firstly road capitulum, kickoff populace sex, all in one night."

Angus grunt-laughed as he continued fucking her fundament, his breathing hinted to Tegan he was going to get close."That's impressive."

"There's more."

"well don't retain me waiting lass."

"When I finally sat up again I noticed the car stopped. We were sitting at a gasoline station. He'd pulled over and parked before he finished. The integral car was lit up by the station lights, but there was no one around except the accompaniment. He handed me some cash and told me he needed a gage after that, to go in and get some. I looked for a tissue to wipe down my brass and he said ‘ No, go like that ’."

"Did yeh ?"

"Mmhmm. I got out of the car, walked in all tipsy and stumbling, with cum all over my face. I remember thinking I could never come to this place again, in pillow slip I got recognized, but I did it. The attender could barely look at me, I think he was more embarrassed than I was. I bought the smokes, and walked back out… only another car had pulled up and the driver gave me a cheerful Wolf whistle. See I was really drunk and it was a warmly night so there was something I didn't notice…"Tegan moaned as her sentence trailed off, rubbing her clit in small tight forget me drug as Aberdeen Angus'thrusting became more pressing. Even through the soh of her substructure she could feel him beginning to flex and twitch.

"What's that ?"

"We never pulled my shirt back down. My fucking tits were still out."

Angus let out a compounding of a laughter and a moan as the punchline to her story hit and he gave a laborious poke as his cock began to spurt. Tegan's hips bucked and her own orgasm arrived just as the alkaline aroma of his semen filling her Mary Jane as he scored a direct hit on her lips. She let out a strangled groan as her own pleasure rolled through her, though Aberdeen Angus kept a soaked handgrip on her ankles as he thrust a few more than time more semen leaking from the end to mingle with the lube. A second spurt went wildly off target and landed in the crook of her second joint, next to the back talk of her puffy pink sex. They just stayed like that for a minute, catching their breath.

"Good story."Aberdeen Angus withdrew from between her feet with a satisfied moan and began to remove his belt ammunition from her ankles.

"I thought so."Tegan lowered her legs with a suspiration, using her clapper to clean the cum it could reach from around her back talk. She was probably going to need a towel to houseclean up her ft before walking anywhere. Seeming to record her thoughts, Angus handed her one and she started to clean off her feet as he pulled his pants back on.

"What happened next ?"He asked.

"After the petrol station ?"

"Aye."

"I pretended to be mad at him for making me do it, especially about the shirt, but I wasn't really. We went home, we fucked like rabbits. Then we broke up."

"Because o'that ?"

"Not right away"Tegan sighed."He wanted more. He kept trying to get me to do more populace immodesty, especially around his protagonist. Like he wanted to show me off. I never let it bechance, but once or twice he'd try to ‘ accidentally'drag my bikini off at the beach, or try and goad me into games like strip stove poker or comic strip pool at parties."

"Yeh didn't like that."

Tegan shrugged."I might take in, over time. But he wanted too practically too quickly. The break breaker point was I caught him spiking my potable. He must've thought I'd be more surface to doing what he wanted if I was out of control inebriate, so he'd trip in a bit of spare vodka. If he was uncoerced to do that, to poison me for some trashy bang and not respect my wishing enough to even make a mature conversation about it, what else might he do ?"

"That's kinda heavy."Oengus said somberly, after a moment's silence.

"Oh !"Tegan brightened up."I'm sorry, that's all in the past. Really !"

"As long as yer sure."Aengus said, carefully.

"I'm not welching on the bet."Tegan challenged.

Oengus hesitated.

"Here."Tegan took up her notebook and scrawled"IOU 1 Night, 0 bound"on a Thomas Nelson Page and signing it before tearing it off and handing it to him.

Oengus took the page from her and perused it before tucking it in his pocket.

"Alright then. Ah'll let you know."

"Yes Sir."Tegan mock saluted Aberdeen Angus as he turned and left the elbow room, then flopped back onto the bed to start writing about her latest adventure.



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That had been three nights ago and Angus hadn't mentioned it since. Tegan wondered what he'd had in mind. So far to her recollection her solitary limit point had involved items towards the grosser end of the spectrum. She somehow doubted that he was into any of that. She thought back to their conversation, and on thoughtfulness she felt like his mood shifted when she told him the backcloth behind her breakup - maybe he had something related to exhibitionism or populace humiliation in mind. On the for the first time day she had said that their arrangement was to be restricted to the confines of the household, though that had mainly been with deference to keeping the organisation closed book and not telling anyone. Of course she didn't relish the thought of being paraded around her neighbourhood naked on a trinity or anything like that either. But that was moot. She'd agreed to the bet, and Angus had won. Whatever he had in mind she would conduct with in due line, rather than gall about it.



In the meanwhile, she would count down the hours until her body was no yearner off-limits .