House Slut - S01 E37

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House Slut - S01 E37

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37

After a short while, she wasn’t sure how long as she lay there in a relaxed half asleep daze she felt him adjust her legs so her knees were up and thighs parted. His fingers ran up her torso one last time and he massaged her little tits some more, apparently concerned about how much stress she was carrying in them, a thought she found amusing. Again his hands drifted lower and she felt a thumb slip between her pussy lips and begin massaging her swollen clit, eliciting a gentle moan from her and she squirmed her hips under his touch, feeling an aching need spread throughout her lower belly. Brandon continued to massage her clit for a minute and then she felt something cool slip inside her, making her gasp at the contrast to the heat that had built between her legs. She quickly recognized the probing object as a finger coated with lube as a second finger joined it. She was slightly confused at the need for lube as she was sure she must be dripping wet down there by now, but her confusion was set aside as she felt him curl his fingers towards the front wall of her vagina, applying pressure as he matched the circular motion of his other thumb and her legs quivered as another probably louder moan escaped her – with the headphones on she wasn’t sure how loud she was being but was pretty sure it wasn’t discreet. Brandon maintained a steady pressure and rhythm and she couldn’t resist urging her hips upwards to buck against his fingering. Suddenly the pressure building in her pelvis released all at once and she pressed her lips together and held her breath to stifle the moan that escaped her, so when she finally tipped over the edge it all escaped her in one guttural groan and left her panting for air.

Brandon gently slipped his fingers from her once her climax subsided, then she felt him gently push against her and guided by his cues, slowly turned over so she was lying on her belly again, slipping a pillow under her belly to prop her ass up a little bit. Tegan didn’t protest, both because she was feeling very relaxed and also because she assumed he was now finally going to mount her and slide his cock into her well-prepared hole. However, her confusion only increased when she felt him take her wrists and the familiar snug of handcuffs click into place, binding her hands behind her back again. Mentally she flashed back to when they had cuffed her last night and suddenly felt very vulnerable and exposed as Brandon pushed her legs apart.

“Brandon, what are you doing?” She opened her eyes and tried to crane her neck to look back at him, but in this position she couldn’t see him, and if he answered her she couldn’t hear him over the music coming through the noise-cancelling headphones he’d put on her. Tegan assumed if he wanted her to know he would take them off her so they could talk properly. With some amount of trepidation she resigned to wait, until after a moment she felt his fingers enter her vagina again. They felt cold again, from a fresh coat of lube he’d apparently applied. And she was pretty sure that he was using three fingers this time. Again her mind cast back yesterday to the story she’d told him about her first encounter with Bethany, and how he’d lamented that the story didn’t end with her being fisted as well. Was that what he was planning? She felt her stomach turn with anxiety as she tried to imagine how that would feel. The dildo they’d stuffed into her yesterday had seemed like it was pushing her little hole to it’s limit but logically she knew that a vagina was capable of more, not that she’d ever intended to find out for herself. She was not at all confident that she was up to this kind of challenge, or that she even wanted to try.

“Brandon, wait a minute.” She protested as she felt him push his three fingers and then try to add a fourth, feeling her muscles stretching. “Wait, Brandon, can we talk about this?”

He still wasn’t answering her, at least not as far as she could tell, and suddenly the urgency overcame her relaxed submissive trance the massage and music had put her in. She flicked her head angrily until the headphones came loose and she rolled herself onto her side, away from him.

“Brandon, what the fuck?”

“What’s wrong?” Brandon was standing there, seemingly mollified.

“Brandon, were you seriously just going to try and fist me, without even asking?”

“I uh… well we talked about it yesterday.”

“That was a really personal story I told you, and it was about me doing it to someone else, because she asked me to.”

“I thought if you were nice and relaxed you might want to try it as well.”

“And it didn’t occur to you to ask me, or even tell me what you had planned.”

“I thought it would be better if I surprised you.”

“Brandon,” Tegan said, gritting her teeth “I don’t think that’s true. And I’m going to ask you to be completely honest with me, and I promise I won’t get mad.”

“…ok.”

“Did you try it because you genuinely thought I would enjoy it, or did you try and force me into it because you thought I would say no if you asked?”

Brandon hesitated for a long time before answering, then he looked down, apparently in shame.

“I didn’t think you’d let me do it.” Brandon admitted. “So I thought if I just did it, you’d just go along with it.”

Tegan took a deep breath and counted to ten, trying to stick to her promise that she wouldn’t get angry. She carefully sat up, using the wall behind her as leverage as she was still cuffed. She was aware they were both completely naked and she was about to have a pretty unsexy heart-to-heart with him, but that couldn’t really be helped.

“Brandon, I know that maybe yesterday’s… adventure… might have created a bad precedent. And I know you’ve never had a serious relationship before. But you really need to have a think about consent going forward, especially if it’s something we haven’t done before. Our agreement was for sex and while I’ve been lax on some interpretations of that, there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. I was talking to Sam earlier so I’ll tell you what I told him. I’m ok with some stuff without asking, I even like being surprised by some things. But this was too far.” She paused to let that sink in. “Tell me you understand why.”

“I do.” Brandon said, contritely.

“I hope you do. Because this arrangement is really reliant on trust, and if I don’t feel safe here, it can’t continue.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel unsafe, I swear.”

“I’m sure you didn’t, but I think you got a bit carried away. I’m a real person, with real feelings, and I can be hurt if they’re not respected.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Please don’t tell the other guys about this.”

“When I say apology accepted I mean it’s forgiven. Not forgotten, but forgiven. Our little secret, and we never have to bring it up again as long as you learn from your mistake, ok?”

“I… I promise.” Brandon pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Hey, B, don’t get upset. I told you I’m not mad.” Tegan smiled, trying to add some levity. “For what it’s worth, I really enjoyed the massage.”

“Well at least I did one thing right.” Brandon smiled.

“You did a lot of things right, don’t let one mistake throw you off.” Tegan nodded at the bed next to her “Come sit down.”

Brandon crawled onto the bed and sat next to her, leaning against the wall. Tegan snuggled against his shoulder.

“Is there anything you want to talk about, B?.”

“Like what?”

“Well call me crazy but it kind of feels like you’re rushing things. Like you’re always keen to move onto the next thing instead of just, y’know, taking your time and having fun. You do enjoy the sex, right?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

“I had a boyfriend once, who I broke up with because he enjoyed humiliating me more than he enjoyed making love to me.” Tegan said gently. “So, I guess I thought maybe…”

“No, no, that’s not… that’s not me. I really enjoy the sex.”

It seemed like Brandon was thinking over his next words carefully so Tegan remained silent to give him space to think.

“There’s this girl.” Brandon started, haltingly.

“At uni?”

“Yeah.” Brandon nodded. “She’s in all the same classes as me so I see her pretty much every day. I had a crush on her since the beginning of the year but I didn’t know how to make a move.” Brandon paused seemingly waiting for Tegan to interject, continuing when she didn’t. “Anyway a few weeks ago I guess she noticed me. We started talking after lectures, sometimes grab a coffee between classes.”

“Like a date?”

“I didn’t think so at the time. I guess because you were here I didn’t really think about relationships at all.”

“Because you were having sex with me every day.” Tegan smiled. “You know that’s what changed right?”

“What?”

“You started having sex. You stopped thinking about those girls, and probably seemed more confident.”

“Well, yeah, that makes sense.” Brandon sighed. “And I know you’ve told me like a hundred times that we’re not in a relationship, but because we’re having sex all the time I stopped thinking about opportunities with other girls.”

“But now this girl’s interested in you and you don’t know what to do about that.”

“I mean it’s not like it’s a sure thing, but I don’t really feel right going out on dates with another girl while I’ve got you at home.”

“I get it.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Even though our relationship isn’t an emotional one, if you did start dating her you’d kind of be cheating on her with me.”

“And then, I mean, what if I started sleeping with her? No offence but if I had a real girlfriend I’d pick her over you.”

“No offence taken. And I think the reason you’ve been so pushy about doing stuff to me is because once you get into a relationship and stop having sex with me, you might not have as much liberty to uh, experiment.”





“Yeah.” Brand mused silently for a minute. “So what do I do?”

“I don’t have an easy solution for you B. Because especially if you do stop having sex with me I can’t exactly ask you to keep paying for my rent and groceries.”

“Yeah, I guess the deal was that I use the money I would normally spend on dates and stuff right? To be honest when you offered yourself up to us I’d started to feel like going on dates was a lost cause for me.”

“Well we can cross that bridge when we come to it. Can I offer a suggestion?”

“Please.”

“Dating doesn’t mean exclusive. Ask the girl out on a real date, If she says yes we can still have as much – or as little – sex as you want, until things get serious. If things progress with her and you want to be exclusive with her, we can stop and figure out the details later. Would you be comfortable with that?”

“I think so.”

“I can even try and give you some advice, since relationship sex might be different than what you’ve gotten accustomed to. You know, the whole free use thing.”

“That… would be really helpful.”

There was a long silence.

“So, you like this girl?” Tegan queried. She turned over and lay her head down in Brandon’s lap. He’d mostly wilted to half-mast during their conversation and she gently nuzzled his cock with her cheek. Brandon automatically adjusted his position to accommodate her.

“I think so. She’s cute. And she likes a bunch of the same games and books as I do.”

“Do you sometimes think about her while you’re fucking me?” Tegan asked, her voice smoothly transitioning from conversational to seductive, just before she started teasing his cock with her tongue. As she was still cuffed she couldn’t use her hands and it was hard for her to finish a guy off with mouth alone, so for now she only planned to tease.

“Sometimes.” Brandon admitted, his breathing changing as his dick began to swell.

“Tell me about her.” Tegan purred, running her lips up and down the underside of his shaft.

“She’s Asian. Korean.” Brandon clarified, shifting his hips a little more. “She’s got the cutest little smile. And she’s um… bigger than you.”

“You mean her tits?” Tegan said innocently, as she took his cock in her mouth and began to bob her head, using her tongue.

“Yes.” Brandon groaned. “Just a little. Like a B cup, but she never wears a bra. She’s always got these tight t-shirts on.”

“Mmm, now I see why you like her so much.” Tegan murmured before deepthroating him with a satisfied sounding moan.

“They bounce just a little when she walks but it’s when we’re sitting across from each other in class when I really notice her.”