Awaking from a catnap Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she strolled out of her way and to the john. It had taken a good quantity of work to bring Brandon off for the fourth part time ( which seemed to finally debilitate him, for the sentence being ) and after her own acquittance she had decided to lay about for awhile when he went back to his own room for a nap. She quickly rinsed her back talk and splashed some water supply on her nerve before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to check the prison term before refilling the sink to attend to the bag 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 commence betimes and end too soon. On her Clarence Day off from work in the past tense he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically the likes of clockwork. She was under no illusion that Sam's nous would be on her as soon as he walked in the room access. Thinking back to her earlier illusion 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 flat anyone coming in the front doorway would see her commencement before going any further, which was a somewhat tickle pink whim - potentially anyone opening the doorway would see her, though the betting odds of that being anyone early than Sam or Aengus 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 room access exposed and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % indisputable she pretended to busy herself with the few lingering items of cutlery in the sink. She started slightly when she heard the thud of something hitting the floor which in her brain was Sam's duffel bag that held his work gear, then a series of retard deliberate footsteps into the kitchen until she could smell out him standing behind her. For a spell neither of them said anything or moved, and Tegan wondered what Sam was expecting from her. Did he require her to take natural process or was he enjoying the notion of acting like some sort of predator with his prey cornered.



Then she felt a paw roughly grip her ass cheek and the other arm snake around under her apron from the side, groping her trivial tits. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her cervix from tail end, pinning her against the counter with his eubstance. Tegan braced herself against the swallow hole as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her breasts in his hands, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his script down her organic structure under the apron pulling her away from the counter only to meet the resistance of the corduroy cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a here and now to deplume the knot undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red scroll of hair just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a hired hand behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing fingers parted her backtalk 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 fingers up to her backtalk and she clutched his hired man, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly mute it with her spitting before he slid his fingers back beneath her lower brim to play with her clit, occasionally bringing his fingers downhearted to try to pull moisture from her vagina as she began to mature wet from his forceful touch. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent over the sink with one helping hand holding her pile by her cervix, her lowly chest pushed into the tender water in the sinkhole soaking the proscenium. The former mitt started to probe her from behind, a finger pushing inside her for a few minute 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 stochasticity of a push button fly being shoot down open bit before a boneheaded erection was plunged into her ready hole. She cried out as he took her by the hips and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the buffet - due to her height her dangling feet no longer touched the floor - and she braced herself against the cesspit's splashback as he held her down feather and forced himself between her thighs, grunting as his centre sunk all the way into her body. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to stuff, no pretense or time wasted, he would draw out a short before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and pant with each thrust, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to motley his stride, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to pace himself to make the sex conclusion as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for balance, her upper berth consistence constantly splashing in the soapy water as he held her down.



Abruptly the stabilise pistoning stopped and she felt her moist hole vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone placement over the sink and bodily moved her. The kitchen was a blur and she felt lightheaded from the sudden move but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining table that occupied one corner of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then hold across her typeface, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrist joint in one hand, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her pelvic girdle and flailed her nous, managing to reposition the apron just enough to see her understood assaulter and was unsurprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this position his cock was hitting just the right post, 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 good this felt. A look 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 consistence joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her lenient cunt for all it was worth. She cried out as his rate picked up, feeling his thick dick rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic pilus grinding into her clit as their pubis'mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him withdraw one final stage time then slither his cock a couple of times between her bald lower lips, using her slit just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her body. The initial spurt smacked against the underside of her result chest with enough force that it produced a gaudy slap. The succeeding travelled just as far leaving a solidness rophy between her breasts and down to her navel. Sam let out one final grunt as he sawed his cock along her slit, the very lowest of his cum squirting weakly to land on and seep into the neat triangle 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 table unmoving but for the slow acclivity and declination of her pectus as she caught her breath and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost wolf. Her snatch was tingling and felt raw. She didn't brain, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would have expected this from black Angus before Sam, though admittedly her vulnerability was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given destitute reign over a willing slave ? She unwound the neck strap of the apron and discarded it off to the slope 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 midplane of her flat belly. She could feel it coagulating in her belly button. She was going to experience to do something to civilise these boys on the meritoriousness of finishing in her mouth ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this shoal of cerebration, but it seemed like Angus was fully intention on wearing out her poor shit, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many places as possible.



wellspring, it was only day one.



Glancing at the clock Tegan noticed it was not yet five so she could ask not to see Aengus for another hr, though she wouldn't put it past him to sneak out a piffling early on knowing what he had waiting for him at dwelling house. Using some muffle paper towels and hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the sperm cell from her torso standing in the heart of the kitchen, including a immediate scrub of her pubic curl. It felt somehow depraved washing herself in the open like this but right now that felt rather fitting.



No Oklahoman had she dispensed with the endure of the newspaper publisher towels when the front door flew open again and Angus strode in, delighted to enamor her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

"You're other !"Tegan exclaimed, the first-class honours degree thought that popped into her head.

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



Oengus 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 have a prompt slash. By the metre 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 allay himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Angus come home early to start fucking her sooner, but he clearly had more frustration to take out on her misfortunate little starfish. Even in her year-long family relationship she'd only done anal twice, and here Angus was about to sodomise her for the thirdly fourth dimension in less than 24 hours. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so matter to because he knew it was less enjoyable for her ? Resigned, she walked to Oengus'way and took the vacuum tube of lubricator from his bedside draftsman where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a short onto her finger's breadth. Without bothering to close the door she got on all IV on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to administer the clear slime to the crinkled opening to her spinal column passage, using her fingertip to ferment a little inside before pushing a finger in to make water certainly her hole would comfortably open. She was still a little tender 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 sphincter a couple of sentence, imagining it gripping the base of his thick shaft, milking his germ into her intestine, then settled in to hold back, laying her bureau and impertinence 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 uncase, taking his time as he enjoyed the sight in front of him. He was taking so long Tegan's mind began to wander. Would the lubricant dry out if he didn't starting line fucking her soon ? Should she have used more than ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of packaging and an physical object was placed on the bed in strawman of her face. close up it took her a bit to litigate it.

"D'yeh know what that is ?"Aengus 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 steel so it's got a good heft to it."He illustrated this by picking it up and bouncing it on his decoration so she could see how it moved."And it's got a lovely green gem in the end, to gibe your pretty eyes."

Tegan remained silent, simply thunderstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the widest gunpoint it was probably not quite as thick as Angus'slit, and the stem that connected the lash out end to the base with the Green lechatelierite was no thicker than one of her fingers. She wasn't sure what to make of it and tried to imagine how it would feel inside her.

"fountainhead, 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 lube thermionic vacuum tube and added a flyspeck dab to the end of the hoopla then his hands disappeared out of quite a little as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the frigid steel touched her sensitive asshole but remained in post as Angus continued to squeeze the object against her, the smooth point easily wedging her little hole open air. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the plug but that was apparently its widest 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 metallic element sitting snugly in her Aspinwall, her sphincter twitching around the flimsy 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 sample what I'm sure is a delightfully crocked small cunt you're hiding between your legs and I want to receive my injection at it before the early two are done running it in. On the other bridge player, I don't want you to feel like I'm neglecting your back threshold - because make no misapprehension, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a pretty fille's defecator, and I am going to fuck yours like it's going out of fashion."Aengus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't help but shiver at his malevolent promise.

"So here's my via media. You wear that plug up your finely little 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 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 woman, you're dripping like a monsoon down here. well so much the expert for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her pelvis towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no underground, like a ragdoll in his hands 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, or a combining of both, Tegan's vagina was slick with juices in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his diaphysis as he ploughed her wet muddle, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his heavy formal 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 sort of power over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. Nothing like the kind of buff she would have chosen if given the option. And yet… and yet she did, didn't she ? She knew enough about Aengus to take he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her yap that there was a dependable luck that her son of a bitch would see more action than a erotica genius, and that her own pleasure would be a distant second priority.

And yet, as Oengus pounded away at her slick love tunnel, the large slug of metallic element lodged in her colon bouncing with every driving force, she couldn't assistance 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 find herself panting, her whimpers having turned into unfiltered croaky shrieking of exaltation as Oengus picked up the pace. Her brawn clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final time and her body vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding his breathing time as his own coming hit and they both collapsed together as his balls contracted and heaved a colossal load of cum into her slimy hole. 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 hole her muscular tissue spasmed, forcing out a cloudburst of his thick cum which clung to her chthonian rim before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her heftiness to try and thrust out the quietus of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the motley of his seed and her juice in her palm, she estimated she was holding at to the lowest degree two 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 bridge player to her back talk and slurped the muckle into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving piss from a spring, never once breaking eye link as she vacuumed the entire smattering of muck into her mouthpiece then opened her mouth to display it once close time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

"Now that, little trollop, was one hell on earth of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”