House Slut - S01 E27

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House Slut - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

Angus let out a combination of a laugh and a groan as the punchline to her story hit and he gave a hard thrust as his cock began to spurt. Tegan’s hips bucked and her own orgasm arrived just as the alkaline aroma of his semen filling her senses as he scored a direct hit on her lips. She let out a strangled moan as her own pleasure rolled through her, though Angus kept a tight grip on her ankles as he thrust a few more times more semen leaking from the end to mingle with the lube. A second spurt went wildly off target and landed in the crook of her thigh, next to the lips of her puffy pink sex. They just stayed like that for a minute, catching their breath.

“Good story.” Angus withdrew from between her feet with a satisfied groan and began to remove his belt from her ankles.

“I thought so.” Tegan lowered her legs with a sigh, using her tongue to clean the cum it could reach from around her mouth. She was probably going to need a towel to clean up her feet before walking anywhere. Seeming to read her thoughts, Angus handed her one and she started to clean off her feet as he pulled his pants back on.

“What happened next?” He asked.

“After the petrol station?”

“Aye.”

“I pretended to be mad at him for making me do it, especially about the shirt, but I wasn’t really. We went home, we fucked like rabbits. Then we broke up.”

“Because o’ that?”

“Not right away” Tegan sighed. “He wanted more. He kept trying to get me to do more public exhibitionism, especially around his friends. Like he wanted to show me off. I never let it happen, but once or twice he’d try to ‘accidentally’ pull my bikini off at the beach, or try and goad me into games like strip poker or strip pool at parties.”

“Yeh didn’t like that.”

Tegan shrugged. “I might have, over time. But he wanted too much too quickly. The breaking point was I caught him spiking my drinks. He must’ve thought I’d be more open to doing what he wanted if I was out of control drunk, so he’d slip in a bit of extra vodka. If he was willing to do that, to poison me for some cheap thrills and not respect my wishes enough to even have a mature conversation about it, what else might he do?”

“That’s kinda heavy.” Angus said somberly, after a moment’s silence.

“Oh!” Tegan brightened up. “I’m sorry, that’s all in the past. Really!”

“As long as yer sure.” Angus said, carefully.

“I’m not welching on the bet.” Tegan challenged.

Angus hesitated.

“Here.” Tegan took up her notebook and scrawled “IOU 1 night, 0 limits” on a page and signing it before tearing it off and handing it to him.

Angus took the page from her and perused it before tucking it in his pocket.

“Alright then. Ah’ll let you know.”

“Yes Sir.” Tegan mock saluted Angus as he turned and left the room, then flopped back onto the bed to start writing about her latest adventure.



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That had been three nights ago and Angus hadn’t mentioned it since. Tegan wondered what he’d had in mind. So far to her recollection her only limits had involved items towards the grosser end of the spectrum. She somehow doubted that he was into any of that. She thought back to their conversation, and on reflection she felt like his mood shifted when she told him the background behind her breakup – maybe he had something related to exhibitionism or public humiliation in mind. On the first day she had said that their arrangement was to be restricted to the confines of the household, though that had mainly been with respect to keeping the arrangement secret and not telling anyone. Of course she didn’t relish the idea of being paraded around her neighbourhood naked on a leash or anything like that either. But that was moot. She’d agreed to the bet, and Angus had won. Whatever he had in mind she would deal with in due course, rather than fret about it.



In the meantime, she would count down the hours until her body was no longer off-limits.

At the end of her one week sabbatical Tegan announced it to her roommates by joining them wearing nothing but knee-length socks and a slim belt she felt nicely accentuated her slim waist. In truth as much as it had been draining for her going from 100 to 0 overnight was a new kind of frustration and she had spent the night dreaming about them ravishing her right on the table. Somewhat surprisingly, while Brandon stared at her hard nipples as though he’d never seen breasts before – let alone hers, daily, for weeks – the guys didn’t really respond or acknowledge her unspoken statement and they ate breakfast only making polite conversation about nothing in particular. Eventually Sam and Angus left for work and Brandon helped Tegan clear away the dishes as she washed and he dried them and put them away in awkward silence. As soon as the last bowl was back in the cupboard Tegan corners Brandon and slung her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his.

“Hey B, any classes today?”

“No, just study. I have a presentation at the end of the week.”

“So diligent, I used to put all that off until the last minute.”

“Well, y’know, the professors say you should be doing three hours of work outside of class for every hour you spend in class.”

“Sounds stressful. Maybe I can help you relax?” Tegan purred as she pulled herself close to him, kissing his neck and jaw. She imagined she could feel a bulge rising in his pants pressing against her belly.

“I really wanna get ahead of my work. Later?”

“Oh. Sure.” She slid her arms from around him and stepped back to give him space to leave the kitchen and retire to his room. She stayed in the kitchen brooding for a few minutes. Considering the guys had just had to abstain from sex for a week she had thought her reunion tour would have been a little more, well… anything. But instead she felt like she’d been snubbed. Sure, Sam and Angus had to leave for work and might not have had time for an unexpected quickie but Brandon? He had oodles of free time she knew for a fact he usually spent on video games or porn, which had mostly been repurposed for enthusiastically ploughing her every time he had a hard on, and he’d been getting quite good at it. Maybe she’d been too forward, but thought that her approach had been the simplest way of approaching the subject without directly saying something like “come and get it!”

With a sigh she went back to her room and flopped down on the bed, picking up her tablet and idly browsing the internet. She wondered if there was a Cosmo article for how to rekindle a polyamorous free for all when it seemed like the guys had lost interest then realized even if something like that did exist, it was probably a terrible article with useless information that would put someone in hospital. She wondered if the last few weeks of lazing about naked with few responsibilities had made her less attractive somehow and inspected herself for signs of flab or sagging. Nothing immediately apparent there, though it did occur to her that she could probably use a workout. She set her tablet on her side table and pulled up some instructional yoga videos, spending an hour or so going through the motions using the yoga mat she had optimistically bought years earlier and never used. She deliberately left her door open in case Brandon happened to wander by and be enticed by her stretching and posing in the nude, though as far as she could tell he didn’t leave his room at all for the entire session. After her improvised yoga routine she looked up a few other exercises and was reminded that kegels were a thing that exist and experimented with a few pelvic floor exercises, as the internet had made it clear it was necessary to keep her vagina in tip top shape.

Now completely at a loss of activities to undertake, and stubbornly avoiding masturbation so as to keep her body primed for action when the other guys got home, she wandering around the lounge room trying to find something to do. It was her night to cook but there was plenty of time before she needed to do anything about that. The kitchen, really the whole place, was as clean and tidy as it was reasonable to be. She found herself outside Brandon’s room and listened at the door for any evidence of what he might be doing secluded in there, and heard nothing. If he didn’t have any videos or music on he was either asleep or possibly actually deep in study. She rapped at the door.

“Yeah?” Brandon enquired from within.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Brandon responded after a brief pause and she opened the door and slipped inside. For a change the room was lit by the overhead light and Brandon’s desk lamp as he seemingly pored over the textbook cracked open on his desk, rather than the harsh glare of his PC monitor. Tegan wandered across the room and sat down on the bed, which was made for a change. There was a long silence as Tegan waited for Brandon to say something, or otherwise acknowledge her presence. Eventually she was the one who broke.

“Surely you’re due for a bit of a study break by now?” she said in what she hoped was a playful way.

Brandon glanced at the time and flipped the book face down to keep his page open as he turned in his chair to face her though he seemed to be making a deliberate effort to only look her in the eyes.

“I guess. What’s up?”

“What’s up? Nothing, apparently.”

There was another pause.

“Look I don’t know how to put this delicately so I’m just gonna ask: why isn’t anyone want to have sex with me?”

Brandon looked away.

“Is something going on I don’t know about?”

“It’s not that, it’s just…” he trailed off and took a long time to continue. “…it’s kinda weird.”

“What’s weird?”

“Look before your break things got… crazy.”

“You mean the constant group sex and jizz in my food?”

“Yeah.”

“But I’m ok with that.”

“Ok but… I’m kinda not.”

Tegan studied his face. “What do you mean?”

“When we started having sex, you were my first. I guess it was special to me.”

“It was to me too B, you know that.”

“Ok but then it was like… when we fucked for the first time that probably wasn’t even your first time that day. Then the others started having sex with you in front of me. Then we were all having sex at the same time. I went along with it but taking a break gave me time to think and now it’s just so in my head. I’m not sure I’m ok with you having sex with other guys.”

“That was the arrangement all along, we’ve already talked about this.”

“I know, I’m not like… trying to take the high road here.” He sighed. “I just know that it weirds me out. Even when it’s just you and me I’m thinking about how other guys have been inside you SUPER recently, and I start thinking about the stuff you let them do.”

“You… haven’t really had relationships before. That’s just jealousy, and it’s super normal. Ok our situation is fucked up but the jealousy part is normal. You don’t have to compete with those other guys, especially because we don’t have a relationship. It’s just sex.”

“Well I feel like I do need to compete.”

“Why, you trying to be the best? Like the Top Gun of fucking me?”

Brandon looked away again in irritation. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m sorry. My imagination got away from me.”

“I guess I just want to have something the others don’t. And they got you first. So…” Brandon shrugged.

“What is it you want?”

“That’s the point, I don’t even know what I want, you let them do basically anything already so what’s even left?”

They were silent for a minute while Tegan thought it over.

“What if we have a secret?” she suggested. “You gave me something special right? When I was your first. I’ll share something with you.”

“Ok…” Brandon regarded her curiously.

“Come over here.” Tegan patted his bed next to her. “I’ll tell you a story.”

Brandon got up from his chair and joined her on the bed. She gently took him by the shoulders to get him to lie down, then lay down next to him her arm across his chest.

“No one else knows about this except you. This is the story of my first time… with a girl.”



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