Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

No sooner had she dispensed with the last of the paper towels when the front door flew open again and Angus strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

“You’re early!” Tegan exclaimed, the first 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 collar of his business 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 form and placed a hand on her cheek, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the refrigerator. She jumped a little as her buttocks touched the cold metal. Despite the fact they were about the same height, 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 have a quick slash. 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 relieve 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 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 interested 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 little onto her finger. Without bothering to close 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 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 little tender 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 a couple of times, imagining it gripping the base of his thick shaft, 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 undressing, 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 lube dry out if he didn’t start fucking her soon? Should she have used more?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of packaging and an object was placed on the bed in front of her face. Close up it took her a moment 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.” Angus confirmed, with a grin in his voice. “And not just any. It’s stainless 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 green jewel in the end, to match your pretty eyes.”

Tegan remained silent, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn’t seem oversized – in fact at the widest point it was probably not quite as thick as Angus’ prick, and the stem that connected the rounded end to the base with the green crystal 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.

“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 lube 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 cold steel touched her sensitive asshole but remained in place as Angus continued to press the object against her, the smooth taper easily wedging her little hole open. 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 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 colon, her sphincter twitching around the thin 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 tight 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 hand, I don’t want you to feel like I’m neglecting your back door – because make no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a pretty girl’s shitter, and I am going to fuck yours like it’s going out of fashion.” 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 ready for me whenever I want it, and break 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. “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 resistance, 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 combination of both, Tegan’s vagina was slick with juices in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his heavy balls slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an orgasm 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 kind of lover 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 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 love tunnel, the heavy slug of metal lodged in her 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 fantasy to find herself panting, her whimpers having turned into unfiltered guttural screams of ecstasy as Angus picked up the pace. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final time and her body vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding his breath as his own orgasm 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 muscles spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his thick cum which clung to her nether 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 rest of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the mixture of his seed and her juices 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 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 lips and slurped the mess into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the entire handful of gunk into her mouth then opened her mouth to display it once last time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth.

“Now that, little slut, was one hell of a show.”

“Thank you, sir.”