House Slut - S01 E13

Story 2 weeks ago

House Slut - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breath, she could feel his hips left her off the bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She continued to hold onto the rails and work her hips, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breath with another strangled groan of relief as she felt his shaft pulse and a new warmth spread inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his cock through the little aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it’s most sensitive, and she tried to slow her pace gradually to keep him right on the edge of that peak. There was a subtle squishing noise as his cock continued to plunge her now creamy hole. Eventually she slowed to a stop and stayed still, his now deflated cock still inside her. She gave him an appreciative squeeze with her kegels then slowly slid off him to survey the damage. Goopy white strands clung to her lips and his shrinking member. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his soft meat and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken care of she curled up on the bed next to him and snuggled against his side, happy to lie there feeling most of his seed squishing inside her and drying on her pussy lips.

They lay together in silence for a while. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the company after a major life event and after the last couple of days actually sharing a bed with someone she was fucking seemed like a novelty. Eventually, he broke the silence.

“Was that ok?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was that, you know, good?”

“I should be asking you that, it was your first time, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I wanted to make it a special memory for you. I hope I did.”

“Definitely.” Brandon chuckled awkwardly. “…but you didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Was that good for you?”

“You mean did I come?”

Silence answered her and she realized she’d been too blunt. Well damn it, she couldn’t just stroke his ego forever, he was already going to get free reign over her body.

“No, B, but I told you before, it’s not always about getting an orgasm, especially if I’m doing it all the time.”

There was another silence.

“Let’s not spoil this nice memory with this kind of talk. Ask me something else.” She rested her arm across him and gently stroked his chest.

“Ok.” He paused for a moment then said “You act like you really like jizz.”

“Act?”

“Like, you always let me do it in your mouth or on your face. Or clean it off me with your mouth. Stuff like that.”

“Why do you think it’s an act?”

“Well it doesn’t taste great.”

Tegan playfully slapped him on the chest. “Been sampling your own supply?” She could tell she’d embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled. “Don’t worry, every guy gets a little curious, at least once.” She thought about it for a moment. “Well it’s not peaches and cream, it doesn’t taste like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess.”

“So why?”

“Because of the emotions in the moment. It’s like… like a reward, kind of. With my last boyfriend it was because I really liked him and I knew it made him happy. I connected that feeling with the act.”

“Is it the same now?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t take it the wrong way. I like you, if I didn’t think you were a decent guy I wouldn’t be doing all this. But I think now it’s more about the submissiveness. Instead of being an emotional reward for me, it’s a physical reward for you.”

“Does that mean you don’t enjoy it?”

“Totally the opposite. I dreamed up this experiment and put myself out there – which was terrifying, by the way – because I had the opportunity and wanted to do it. So while I’m serving you, I’m also kind of empowering myself and exploring my sexuality. I get pleasure from learning all the different ways I can give pleasure.”

“So you never feel degraded?”

“That’s a tricky question.” She paused for a long time, trying to find the words to explain it. “Yes and no. The degradation is part of why I enjoy it. I haven’t found the limit of what I’m comfortable with. The further I get pushed the more I learn about myself.”

“So where do you think your limits are?”

“You ask that like you have something in mind.”

“I’ve seen a lot of porn.”

“Real sex isn’t normally like porn.”

“But with you it kinda is.”

“In the sense that I’ll probably let you do stuff most girls won’t?”

“Well, yeah”

“So you’re thinking… what kind of weird, kinky, redtube kind of stuff can I tick off my bucket list before I get a real girlfriend?”

“Basically.”

“Bring it on.”