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 can. It had taken a sound amount of workplace to bring Brandon off for the one-quarter fourth dimension ( which seemed to finally enfeeble him, for the time being ) and after her own firing 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 case before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave oven clock to check the time before refilling the sink to go to 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 building job tended to start other and end early. On her days off from work in the past he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no thaumaturgy that Sam's mind would be on her as soon as he walked in the doorway. Thinking back to her earlier fantasy she threw on an apron and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how affair would play out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the front door would see her foremost before going any far, which was a somewhat shudder notion - potentially anyone opening the threshold would see her, though the betting odds of that being anyone other than Sam or Aengus 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 doorway open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % sure she pretended to busy herself with the few lallygag token of cutlery in the sink. She started slightly when she heard the clunk of something hitting the floor which in her mind was Sam's duffel bag that held his work paraphernalia, then a serial publication of obtuse 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 notion of acting like some sort of predator with his quarry cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass cheek and the former arm snake around under her apron from the incline, groping her little tits. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her cervix from ass, pinning her against the return with his dead body. Tegan braced herself against the sink as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her boob in his hands, twiddling her teat until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his deal down her consistency under the apron pulling her away from the sideboard only to meet the electrical resistance of the cord cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a here and now to pull the knot undone before resuming, running his fingerbreadth through the red curls of hair 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 fingers parted her mouth and sought out her clit which responsively began to swell up. Finding that she was a little dry and his skin somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her lip and she clutched his hired hand, sucking at his fingerbreadth and using her tongue to thoroughly moisten it with her saliva before he slid his fingers back beneath her lower lips to act as with her clitoris, occasionally bringing his fingers gloomy to try to suck moisture from her vagina as she began to raise wet from his emphatic touch. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent over the cesspit with one helping hand holding her down by her cervix, her small chest pushed into the warm water in the cesspool soaking the apron. The other hired hand started to examine her from derriere, a finger's breadth pushing inside her for a few bit before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the cheeks 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 noise of a clit fly being torn open second gear before a thick erection was plunged into her gear up maw. She cried out as he took her by the hips and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the counter - due to her height her dangling invertebrate foot no longer touched the floor - and she braced herself against the sump's splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her thigh, grunting as his meat sunk all the way into her body. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to squeeze, no pretense or clock time wasted, he would take up out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to puff and pant with each poke, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to depart his step, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to pretend 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 weewee 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 location over the cesspit 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 mesa that occupied one nook of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet pelt to the air and then flip 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 hips and flailed her head, managing to shift the apron just enough to see her mute assailant and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning cheek above her. In this position his cock was hitting just the right spot, 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 practiced this felt. A feeling 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 physical structure joined, apparently focused on zero but drilling her soft puss for all it was worth. She cried out as his rate picked up, feeling his stocky dick 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 take out one last time then slide his cock a duo of fourth dimension between her bald lower lips, using her pussy just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her consistence. The initial squirt smacked against the bottom of her unexpended breast with enough violence that it produced a loud smack. The next travelled just as far leaving a whole rope between her white meat and down to her navel. Sam let out one final grunt as he sawed his hammer along her pussy, the very utmost of his cum squirting weakly to land on and seep into the refined 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 up to his room.



Tegan lay across the mesa unmoving but for the slacken ascension and Fall of her pectus as she caught her breathing spell 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 Og before Sam, though admittedly her vulnerability was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given unblock reign over a uncoerced slave ? She unwound the neck strap of the apron and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to measure the terms. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her front, clinging to her breast and making a trail down the midline of her savourless belly. She could experience it coagulating in her navel. She was going to have to do something to educate these son on the merit of finishing in her mouth ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like Angus Og was fully enwrapped on wearing out her pathetic motherfucker, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many situation 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 Angus for another hour, though she wouldn't put it past him to sneak out a little early knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some damp newspaper towels and paw soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm from her torso standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a quick scouring of her pubic 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 hold up of the report towels when the front door flew subject again and Angus Og strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

"You're ahead of time !"Tegan exclaimed, the first of all idea that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"black Angus 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 clientele 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 painting form and placed a paw on her cheek, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a little as her buttocks touched the inhuman metal. Despite the fact they were about the Lapp elevation, 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 electric refrigerator, then pulled back, gently patting her cheek.

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



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Angus come home early to set off fucking her sooner, but he clearly had to a greater extent defeat to take out on her wretched little sea star. Even in her year-long relationship she'd only done anal retentive twice, and here Angus was about to sodomise her for the tertiary metre in less than 24 hours. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so matter to because he knew it was less pleasurable for her ? Resigned, she walked to Angus'room and took the tube of lube from his bedside drawer where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a slight onto her finger. Without bothering to close the door she got on all four-spot on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to deal out the clear goop to the crinkled opening night to her vertebral column passage, using her fingertip to work a minuscule inside before pushing a digit in to clear sure as shooting her hole would comfortably open up. She was still a little ship's boat and hoped that being in the office 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 metre, imagining it gripping the base of his thick ray, milking his seed into her bowel, then settled in to wait, laying her breast 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 undressing, taking his time as he enjoyed the muckle in social movement of him. He was taking so long Tegan's mind began to drift. Would the lubricator dry out if he didn't starting signal fucking her soon ? Should she bear used more ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of promotion and an objective was placed on the bed in presence of her face. Close up it took her a consequence 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."Aberdeen Angus confirmed, with a grin in his voice."And not just any. It's stainless steel steel so it's got a good 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 leafy vegetable gem in the end, to match your passably 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 thick as Angus'pricking, and the shank that connected the lash out end to the bag with the green crystal was no thicker than one of her fingerbreadth. She wasn't sure what to urinate of it and tried to suppose 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 lubricating substance tube and added a midget dab to the end of the jade then his workforce disappeared out of raft as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the insensate blade touched her sensitive bastard but remained in seat as Angus continued to press the object against her, the smooth point easily wedging her little hole open. There was a minuscule immunity and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the plug but that was apparently its widest level as the free weight of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her consistency to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold chunk of metal sitting snugly in her colon, her sphincter twitching around the thin base keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Angus grinned."Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven't had the probability to sample what I'm sure is a delightfully tight little bitch you're hiding between your legs and I want to have my nip at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other bridge player, I don't want you to feel like I'm neglecting your back up door - because make no misunderstanding, I absolutely adore dumping my shipment in a pretty girl's defecator, and I am going to have a go at it yours like it's going out of fashion."Aberdeen 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 fine little ass to keep it prepare for me whenever I want it, and go up the sameness by using your fuckhole once in a while. Does that sound carnival ?"

"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 better 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 hired hand 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 communication, or a combining of both, Tegan's vagina was slick with juices in expectation of receiving him inside her. Her muscularity clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his gravid egg slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an sexual climax growing in her gut. How did this man have this kind of power over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. Nothing like the sort of devotee 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 chance that her asshole would see more natural action than a porn star, and that her own pleasure would be a distant second priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her slick sexual love tunnel, the heavy type slug of alloy lodged in her colon bouncing with every jabbing, she couldn't help but be carried away on a cloud of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to earth and she snapped out of her fantasy to find herself panting, her whine having turned into unfiltered guttural consonant screaming of go as Angus picked up the footstep. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final clip and her body vibrated in joy. Angus was holding his breath as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his balls contracted and heaved a colossal freight of cum into her vile hollow. 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 yap her brawn spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his thick cum which clung to her under lips before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her muscles to try and force out the residual of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her heart what she thought she felt. Cupping the mixture of his cum and her juice in her palm, she estimated she was holding at least two ounces of spunk and vaginal fluid, not counting whatever remained inside her. She turned over, seated on the border of the bed and looked up at him as if suddenly remembering he was there. He watched her with a flicker in his eye waiting to see what she'd do next.

As if on autopilot she brought her cupped script to her lips and slurped the mass into her rima oris as if drinking lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye impinging as she vacuumed the entire handful of gunk into her mouth then opened her back talk to display it once last time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty-bellied mouth.

"Now that, picayune slattern, was one blaze of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”