House Slut - S01 E35

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House Slut - S01 E35

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

“You don’t want what’s given or what’s taken easily. You want to find the most depraved thing a girl will put up with and do it until she’s used to it, then push her into the next thing.” Another twitch told Tegan she was right. “That’s why you were the first one to fuck me in front of the other guys. That’s why you get off on seeing me freshly fucked, or being used in front of you. That’s why you tricked me into letting you pee on me.” Sam’s dick twitched again and she gripped him firmly in her hand and started to jerk him against her thigh as Sam leaned across her and began to suck on her nipples. “I bet the anal train was your idea too.”

“Mmhmm.” Sam murmered, his mouth full of tit. He was humping her hand now, his now mostly erect cock sliding through her hand, his swollen glans leaking precum all over her pale thigh.

“You like it more when a girl says no for a while because when she finally says yes it’s so much sweeter.” Tegan purred, cradling his head with her free hand. “What happens when the girl never says yes? What then? Do you keep going anyway?”

Sam grunted a denial but his twitching dick in her hand exposed his desire. She knew - or hoped - Sam was not actually a sex criminal, but at least fantasised about roughly taking someone who was resisting him. From what she understood rape was a common fantasy for men and women alike. Tegan craned her neck and whispered in his ear.

“You’re a twisted man, Sam.” With that she pulled her hand away from his cock and pushed him away from her. “Get off me you sick fuck!”

Sam thrust weakly against her thigh a couple more times, grunting in disappointment. He raised his head to look at her, confused. Tegan fixed him with a smouldering glare, a look of revulsion to match her faux-accusation. Tegan pushed herself away from Sam and drew her knees up and pressed them together, blocking his view of her pussy and chest as she leaned back on her hands. They locked eyes for a long time. Sam crept closer to her, apparently unsure if she was serious. Tegan parted her knees slightly, giving him a glimpse between her legs to encourage him to press on.

“You’re a cocktease.” He spat at her.

“So what?” Tegan shot back, edging backwards as he advanced on her.

“I was right on the edge, you’re gonna give me blue balls.”

“I don’t care, I said get out.”

“Come here, slut” Sam grabbed Tegan’s ankles and pulled him back towards her, pulling her legs apart in the process. Tegan tried to kick her legs to twist out of his grip and pushed against his chest as he loomed over her, slapping weakly at him.

“Let me go, creep!” Tegan cried out as Sam forced her ankles backwards over her head, pinning her in place and taking away her leverage while also angling her pelvis so her shaved pussy lips were lined up directly with his cock. She thrashed helplessly from side to side until she felt Sam slide himself into her still wet hole and sink all the way to the hilt, his balls pressed against the plugged up asshole. While Sam groaned in satisfaction Tegan let out a plaintive wail.

“Shut up, slut.” Sam growled. Pinning her with the weight of his hips pressed against hers he released her ankles and wrapped one hand around her throat, squeezing the sides of her windpipe and holding her down. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, her eyes widening in fear as she tried to pull his hand away but her petite feminine strength was helpless against his. She gradually felt herself weakening more as Sam began to thrust, pinning her down by the neck as he stabbed his throbbing meat dagger into her slick sheath. Tegan let herself go limp and her hands dropped away from his wrist, leaving her lying spread-eagled as he used her unresisting body. Having only cum a few minutes ago he was nowhere ready to pop and he maintained a steady rhythm for a long time, grunting with the sustained effort and the pleasure of her snug pocket. She turned her head away as if in shame and bit her finger, riding out another small orgasm that shook through her despite her not consciously willing it. She tensed and her muscles spasmed around his shaft trying to milk him, which apparently seemed to do the trick. Once she went limp he let go of her throat and gripped her hair, pulling himself close and spat in her face to get her attention.

“Wake up, cunt.”

She turned her head back to face him, looking up into his eyes as his hips maintained his steady assault.

“Where haven’t I dumped my load yet?”

Tegan honestly didn’t know. She’d taken it in her pussy and ass times than she could remember, as well as her tits and face. She’d become so accustomed to swallowing sperm that it was a substantial part of her diet. They sometimes pulled out and came on her back or stomach and plenty of handjobs had resulted in hot sticky messes on her hands. There was even the time Angus fucked her feet but technically he’d cum on her face that time. After a few seconds thought she slowly raised her arm to expose her shaved armpit. Sam grinned.

“Ok then, you asked for it.”

Sam pulled out and took her by the arm, straddling her side, dragging his balls across her ribs as he held her arm up with one hand and jerked his cock with the other, a fresh load of hot spunk delivered directly into her hairless armpit. When he was done he folded her arm back down, sandwiching the mess in the crevice and Tegan couldn’t help but grimace at the squishy feeling.

Sam took a moment to catch his breath, offering his cockhead to Tegan’s mouth where she obligingly sucked the remnants of jizz from the tip with her tongue then gave it a gentle kiss.

Sam rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her, slowly catching his breath while Tegan rolled over and fetched a tissue from Sam’s nightstand to start mopping the muck out of her armpit. She could feel Sam turn over to watch her and glanced back at him, with a weird grin on his face.

“What?”

“Not a fan?”

“You jizzed in my armpit, it’s slightly irregular.” She finished wiping herself down and threw the wipe in a wastebasket before lying back down.

“That didn’t cross a line, I hope.”

Tegan considered him thoughtfully. She’d played him like a fiddle but he was the one with the guilt. “I knew what you wanted Sam, and I let you take it.”

“Ok.” Sam nodded thoughtfully, conceding the point. “So, first time for that then?”

“For what, cum in the armpit or the rape fantasy?”

“Well I meant the cum but both I guess.”

“Yes and yes. Well…”

Sam looked at her interestedly, waiting for her to continue.

“I don’t make a habit of sharing details of what happens in private, but Angus sometimes fucks me while I’m asleep.”

“He has mentioned that to me. He refers to it as ‘dickin’ her awake’” Sam said in a bad impression of Angus’ accent.

“Riiiight. So I guess there’s that. It was kinda shocking the first morning when I woke up to a lubed finger in my butt, that’s for sure.”

“He does it a lot?”

“A few times that I know of. I usually wake up when he’s getting on top of me but one time I woke up just as he was finishing so I assume he’d been going for a while. I must have been really tired that night.”

“You don’t mind?”

“I’ve given standing consent. What difference would it make if he woke me up?”

“I guess. So you wouldn’t object to being fucked while completely passed out?”

“Sam that literally happened less than twenty four hours ago.”

“Oh. Well yeah. But that wasn’t really the plan. We didn’t think you’d pass out and miss half of it.”

“So what are you getting at?”

“What if you were passed out drunk, or drugged, you’d be ok with us doing stuff to you while you were completely unconscious?”

“It sounds like you want to roofie me, and again I sort of have to question the logic given my standing consent.”

“It was just a thought, not a plan or anything.”

“Well, for the record, I guess in the event I were passed out the standing consent would still stand. But I’d prefer not to be drugged without my knowledge. I feel like that comes with some risks.”

“Reasonable.”

There was a brief pause and then they both heard the front door open.

“Sounds like you’re about to have another visitor.” Sam said, rolling off the bed and gathering his clothes.

“Well, they do say that a woman’s work is never done.” Tegan acknowledged as she exited to visit the bathroom and freshen up.

To Be Continued..