House Slut - S01 E22

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House Slut - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

After An Eventful Afternoon, Tegan's Day Is Far From Over

After an hour or so on writing notes to herself Tegan was eventually interrupted by a knock at her ajar door and Sam announcing dinner was read. She slipped her journal into her bedside table and rose from the bed. She took a moment to refresh the lube on her plug as some slight stickiness as she stood up told her it was drying out, before throwing on her pyjamas – her oversized top and a pair of comfortable cotton shorts – and going into the living room to be handed a plate of pasta. She settled in on the couch to join the others to eat, glancing around the room.

“Where’s Angus?”

“He texted to say he’d be late and grab his own dinner on the way home.” Sam answered.

“Oh.” Tegan’s thoughts wandered while they ate in relative silence, the TV news blathering to itself about the state of the world. She guessed it wasn’t uncommon that Angus might work late but it struck her as out of place. Maybe because it had just been a weird day for her, maybe because he’d passed on the opportunity to have sex with her that morning and she had been anticipating his return to pick up where they’d left off. She’d deliberately held off on having an orgasm with Trevor and Brandon’s enthusiastic but short-lived effort hadn’t quite pushed her over the edge.

After she finished eating Sam took her plate and Brandon’s and went to the kitchen to clean up. So another awkward post-dinner pause. She sat there fidgeting, wondering when she might expect Angus home. Her thoughts kept coming back to Angus. She couldn’t help but wonder if his coming home late had something to do with her. Maybe that was a little egotistical of her to assume. Probably he was just stuck at work and would be keen to get some stress relief from her as soon as he arrived. Her thoughts wandered as she stared blankly at the TV when her view was abruptly blocked. She blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Sam standing before her, then he whipped out his cock.

“Time for dessert.” He said with a grin.

“Jesus Christ, Sam.” Brandon said from the other side of the room. “I don’t want to see that.”

“No one’s making you watch.” Sam responded, holding the base of his dick with her left hand and rubbing it on Tegan’s cheek. She obligingly opened her mouth and let Sam guide his cock between her lips. Part of her wanted to protest on Brandon’s behalf as he clearly wasn’t comfortable with watching this go down, but that wasn’t her role here and Sam was right, no one was making him stay. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Brandon shift in his seat but ultimately he didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if it was out of interest or defiance, if he was watching her or the TV. Either way it was perversely thrilling to have Brandon passively observing, unlike yesterday’s three-way where both Sam and Angus had taken her together.

As blowjobs went, this one wasn’t out of the ordinary. She slouched over the arm of the couch as Sam caressed her face, driving his shaft in and out between her lips. She used her tongue to bathe him in saliva and kept her lips tight, applying a little suction as Sam did most of the work. She tried bringing up her hand to stroke him with that as well but he pushed her hand away, apparently intent on only using her mouth for now as he grew to his full hardness. Once she could feel him fully erect he pushed a couple of times into her throat and she gagged a little at the sudden change in depth as he slipped his length all the way in, his balls pressed against her chin.

When he withdrew he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her bodily off the couch and pressed himself against her before pushing her back over the arm of the couch, holding her hips so they stayed atop the arm while her head and shoulders flopped back onto the cushion. It wasn’t exactly comfortable with her back in an awkward position, but it was strangely pleasant to be thrown around like this. She turned her head to look over at Brandon from her inverted perspective as Sam roughly relieved her of her shorts and threw them to the side. Brandon was half watching and half pretending to be occupied by the TV. Her loose shirt had ridden up and become bunched under her small breasts and she slid her hands under the material to help it on it’s journey as she exposed nipples and gave them a gentle squeeze, continuing to passively watch Brandon as Sam asserted himself between her legs and ran the tip of his cock along her hairless slit, her lips puffy with need.

“You’re like a rainforest down here.” Sam remarked as he sank himself into her with a groan. Tegan arched her back and bit her lip as she thought because this is my third fuck of the day and no one has gotten me off yet. She let out a soft moan and pulled her nipples as Sam adjusted the angle of her hips to better balance her on the edge of the couch, feeling vulnerable and exposed. She let go of her nipples and used her arms to try and brace herself somewhat as Sam started sliding in and out, drawing out slow then sliding in hard, the extreme angle causing the swollen head to slam against her g-spot every time. By the fifth stroke she was practically whimpering, her eyes fixed on Brandon as he watched her get fucked from a couple of metres away. She knew it was cruel in a way but couldn’t help but be more turned on by the idea that he was seeing this unfold, with her being the entirety of his sexual experience to date. He’d known and seemed to accept that she was having sex with all of them but seeing it happen must be another thing entirely, and she couldn’t hide how much pleasure Sam’s cock was giving her as he pistoned in and out of her wet hole, grunting as his hips slapped against the inside of her pale thighs.