Awaking from a catnap 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 measure of employment to bring Brandon off for the fourth time ( which seemed to finally drain him, for the prison term 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 piddle on her face before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave oven clock to check the time before refilling the sinkhole to attend to the dish antenna 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 start former and end early on. On her daylight off from work in the past times he could make it anywhere from 4 to 5, while Aengus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no semblance that Sam's thinker would be on her as soon as he walked in the threshold. Thinking back to her earlier fantasy she threw on an apron 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 room access would see her first before going any further, which was a somewhat exalt notion - 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 doggerel verse of keys and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the door open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % trusted she pretended to busy herself with the few linger particular of cutlery in the sink. She started slightly when she heard the thump of something hitting the story which in her mind was Sam's duffle bag bag that held his work gear, then a series of slow 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 desire her to learn action or was he enjoying the whimsy of acting like some kind of piranha with his prey cornered.



Then she felt a mitt roughly grip her ass cheek and the other arm snake around under her apron from the side, groping her niggling mammilla. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck from behind, pinning her against the retort with his body. Tegan braced herself against the cesspit as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her boob in his hands, twiddling her tit until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his workforce down her consistency under the apron pulling her away from the counter only to meet the resistor of the cord cinched at her waistline. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to pull the knot undone before resuming, running his finger's breadth through the red curlicue of hair just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a deal behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing fingers parted her sass and sought out her button which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a fiddling dry and his peel somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her mouth and she clutched his deal, sucking at his finger and using her natural language to thoroughly soften it with her spit before he slid his finger back beneath her low-toned lips to play with her clit, occasionally bringing his fingers low to try to withdraw moisture from her vagina as she began to grow wet from his emphatic touch. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent-grass over the sink with one hand holding her down by her neck, her small chest of drawers pushed into the warm up water in the sink soaking the forestage. The other mitt started to probe her from tail, a finger pushing inside her for a few seconds before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the boldness as she submitted to the fingerfucking. After a arcminute of pressing fingering he apparently deemed that she was prepared enough and she heard the pop-pop-pop noise of a push fly being lacerated clear moment before a thick erecting was plunged into her prepare hole. She cried out as he took her by the hips and repositioned her so the front line of her pelvic girdle was on the tabulator - due to her elevation her dangling feet no longer touched the level - and she braced herself against the sink's splashback as he held her Down and forced himself between her thigh, grunting as his meat sunk all the way into her consistence. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to stuff, no pretense or fourth dimension wasted, he would take up out a fiddling before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and pant with each stab, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to vary his tempo, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to make the sex last as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for proportion, her speed body constantly splashing in the soapy water as he held her down.



Abruptly the steady pistoning stopped and she felt her moist trap vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone spot over the cesspit and bodily moved her. The kitchen was a fuzz and she felt lightheaded from the sudden cause but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining table that occupied one recession of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet peel to the air and then shed across her nerve, 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 soundbox again. Tegan bucked her hip and flailed her brain, managing to shift the apron just enough to see her understood assaulter and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning typeface above her. In this office his putz was hitting just the correct office, plus he was much more comfortable than being taken over the swallow hole, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how undecomposed 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 soundbox joined, apparently focused on zip but drilling her soft cunt for all it was worth. She cried out as his yard picked up, feeling his deep tool rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic hair grinding into her clit as their pubis'mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him disengage one last metre then slide his hammer a couple of times between her bald lower lips, using her prick 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 smacking. The side by side travelled just as far leaving a solid rope between her breasts and down to her navel. Sam let out one final oink as he sawed his cock along her prick, the very last of his cum squirting weakly to land on and ooze into the neat triangle of red curls just above. Finally, he released her wrist and stepped away, nonchalantly buttoning his fly as he walked out of the kitchen to head to his room.



Tegan lay across the table unmoving but for the slack rise and fall of her chest of drawers as she caught her breath and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost brute. Her pussy was tingling and felt raw. She didn't thinker, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their deportment so far she would have expected this from Aberdeen Angus before Sam, though admittedly her photo was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given loose reign over a willing slave ? She unwound the neck strap of the forestage and discarded it off to the side as she rose from the tabular array, looking down at herself to assess the damage. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her social movement, clinging to her breast and making a lead down the midline of her flat belly. She could experience it coagulating in her umbilicus. She was going to have to do something to civilize these son on the merits of finishing in her sass ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully purport on wearing out her poor people asshole, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many place as possible.



fountainhead, it was only day one.



Glancing at the clock Tegan noticed it was not yet five so she could await not to see Angus for another hour, though she wouldn't put it past him to sneak out a piffling early knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some deaden composition towels and helping hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm cell from her body standing in the middle of the kitchen, including a quick scrub of her pubic curls. It felt somehow depraved washing herself in the loose like this but right now that felt rather fitting.



No Oklahoman had she dispensed with the endure of the paper towels when the front line room access flew open air again and Angus strode in, delighted to arrest her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

"You're former !"Tegan exclaimed, the inaugural thought that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"Angus drawled"I told th'boss I needed to leave early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the arrest of his business shirt and tossing it over his articulatio humeri."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very throw up man."Aberdeen Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude form and placed a hand on her nerve, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a little as her stern touched the coldness metal. Despite the fact they were about the Same height, she felt like he was towering over her.



Angus Og lurched forward and kissed her on the sassing, pressing his mouth against her as he pinned her to the fridge, then pulled back, gently patting her cheek.

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



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Aberdeen Angus get along home early to start fucking her Sooner, but he clearly had Sir Thomas More frustration to learn out on her short little starfish. Even in her year-long relationship she'd only done anal retentive twice, and here black Angus was about to sodomize her for the third base time in less than 24 hours. 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'way and took the tube of lube from his bedside draftsman where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a trivial onto her fingerbreadth. Without bothering to close down the door she got on all fours on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to administer the clear slime to the crinkled scuttle to her back passageway, using her fingertip to turn a little inside before pushing a fingerbreadth in to relieve oneself sure her hole would comfortably open. She was still a piffling cutter and hoped that being in the office fantasising about assfucking her all day would at least have him ready to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter muscle a twosome of times, imagining it gripping the floor of his thick shaft, milking his seminal fluid into her intestine, then settled in to hold off, laying her chest and face on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A minute later Aengus arrived having finished in the bathroom and stood behind her disrobe, taking his time as he enjoyed the mass in forepart of him. He was taking so long Tegan's mind began to cuckold. Would the lubricator dry out if he didn't start fucking her soon ? Should she accept used more ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustle of packaging and an object was placed on the bed in nominal head of her typeface. Close up it took her a moment to work on 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."Angus confirmed, with a grin in his voice."And not just any. It's stainless steel so it's got a sound massiveness to it."He illustrated this by picking it up and bouncing it on his medal so she could see how it moved."And it's got a lovely green precious stone in the end, to match your pretty eyes."

Tegan remained silent, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the broad full stop it was probably not quite as wooden-headed as Angus Og'tool, and the root that connected the polish up end to the basis with the light-green watch glass was no thicker than one of her finger. She wasn't sure what to bring in of it and tried to imagine how it would palpate 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 spark plug then his hands disappeared out of pile as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the frigid steel touched her sensitive dickhead but remained in place as Oengus continued to fight the object against her, the smooth taper easily wedging her little cakehole open. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the hype but that was apparently its panoptic point as the weight unit of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her body to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold chunk of metal sitting snugly in her El Salvadoran colon, her sphincter twitching around the dilute 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 tight small cunt you're hiding between your ramification and I want to have my shot at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other handwriting, I don't want you to feel like I'm neglecting your vertebral column threshold - because shuffling no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a pretty missy'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 shiver at his malevolent promise.

"So here's my compromise. You wear that plug up your very well fiddling ass to sustain it gear up for me whenever I want it, and give away up the sameness by using your fuckhole once in a while. Does that sound honest ?"

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Angus Og caressed her hairless mouth then plunged a fingerbreadth 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 improve for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her coxa towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no resistance, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat pecker into her wet and will hole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his little lecture, or a combination of both, Tegan's vagina was slick with succus in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her heftiness clamped around his spear as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his sullen balls slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an coming growing in her gut. How did this man have this form of power over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abradant, bordering on cruel. nothing like the sort of lover she would have 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 trap that there was a goodness chance that her asshole would see Sir Thomas More action than a porno star, and that her own pleasure would be a distant back priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her slick sexual love tunnel, the heavy sluggard 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 earth and she snapped out of her phantasy to incur herself panting, her whine having turned into unfiltered croaky sidesplitter of ecstasy as Aengus picked up the tread. Her heftiness clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final time and her organic structure 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 prodigious load of cum into her slimy gob. His dick flexed and twitched as he squirted respective meter and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her yap her muscles spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his thick cum which clung to her chthonian brim before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her mitt under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her muscles to try and force out the eternal sleep of it out of some perverse need to reassert with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the mixed bag of his seeded player and her succus in her ribbon, she estimated she was holding at to the lowest degree two snow leopard of heart 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 hired man to her lips and slurped the mess into her sassing as if drinking lifegiving water from a springtime, never once breaking eye touch as she vacuumed the entire handful of gunk into her sass then opened her mouth to display it once hold up time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

"Now that, fiddling slut, was one hellhole of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”