House Slut - S01 E46

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House Slut - S01 E46

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

Sam grows to organise a night in, but Tegan throws a wrench in his plans.

this is mostly a setup, which I cut in half for length. If you want to skip to the sex, go to the next chapter. -phenylalanine

Tegan and Brandon parted ways briefly to clean up and get dressed before reconvening in the kitchen to sit and have some tea. The conversation didn’t really address their earlier session, but they talked easily about nothing in particular. Brandon’s thoughts seems preoccupied by Yeung, but he didn’t seem concerned about their affair crossing any lines so much as he wondered how he’d actually go about dating someone. To Tegan Brandon seemed positively smitten with the girl and she felt happy for him, as long as he didn’t expect her to hop into bed with him right away. She suspected Brandon would be coming to her for advice rather than sex over the coming weeks and planned to be there for him in any capacity she was able. At the end of their talk once the tea was finished they rose from the table and chastely kissed each other on the cheek before Brandon went back to his room Tegan busied herself clearing up the kitchen to kill time until someone else came home. She was strangely nervous about speaking with Sam following last night’s exploits. Brandon seemed oblivious to anything untoward but she assumed this was partially his preoccupation with Yeung. Sam, she suspected might have queries about where she had been all night. At the very least he was probably extra horny.

Angus was the next one home and she greeted him warmly with a hug and a cheek kiss at the door which he returned but seemed perturbed as she eased past her and headed directly to his room. She was wondering whether to follow when he started speaking and she trailed behind to keep him in earshot.

“Ahm goin’ out o’ town.” He grumbled, seemingly frustrated as he started throwing items into his travel case “ah have a meeting that apparently ah cannae get out o’. But o’course Dave can.” He mimed spitting on the name. Tegan wasn’t sure who Dave was but contextually deduced that he was some guy at work that Angus didn’t like much.

“You’re leaving?” Tegan queried, confused by how disappointed she sounded even as she said it.

“Aye.” Angus stopped for a moment to take her firmly by the shoulder and address her directly “Ah’ll like be back tomorrow night, late.” His eyes scanned her slender form.

Tegan sat on the edge of Angus’ bed and watched. It felt strange to think of being apart from him even for a day or two, like she was going to miss him. A peculiar feeling she was going to have to take a little time to wrap her head around.

“So….” She began, breaking what she felt had suddenly become an awkward silence. “…have time for a quick one to tide you over? I’d hate for you to forget about me while you’re away.”

“If only I could fit yeh in my carry-on.” He paused to look at her petite slender frame and mused as if seriously considering it. “Ach lass, don’ tempt me. I have a cab waiting, I literally do nae have the time or ah risk missing my flight.” Snapping his fingers impatiently he scanned the room for something then haphazardly stuffed some socks and underpants and a spare tie on top of his clothes, then zipped the case up, grabbed a suit bag off the hanger in his open wardrobe, then with a quick peck on her cheek he bolted out the door.

Tegan felt deflated. After initially not liking his brutishness she had grown accustomed to the way he treated her and controlled her, and she felt a weird weight across her shoulders and tightness in her chest. Was this some kind of Stockholm syndrome? Did she genuinely like Angus or had he manipulated her into thinking she did? Maybe she was looking too far into it but she couldn’t explain away the gnawing tension that grew inside her when she watched him leave, despite knowing he was going to be gone for all of a day! He’d be back between her thighs before she even noticed he was gone! She balled her hands into fists and left Angus’ room, pacing out her irritating back and forth across the living room. Maybe she was just feeling antsy because for the next twenty four hours or so, Sam was going to have her all to himself – with Angus gone and Brandon pursuing a girlfriend, Sam would have no competition and her stomach flopped as she wondered what that might mean for her.



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When Sam did arrive home she turned to greet him with a warm smile and rushed over to affectionately embrace him around the shoulders as he set down his bag by the door and pulled her close by the hips. She couldn’t help but notice he deliberately ground his crotch against her belly as he pulled her in and kissed her lightly on the lips, and she pressed against him, trying to drag out the kiss until Sam perhaps lost interest in any potentially awkward conversations. However, Sam broke off the kiss and gently pushed her back before picking up his bag and proceeding to his room.

“I’d love to fool around but I need to get myself and the house presentable, I’m having some company tonight.” Sam drawled.

“Guests? Here?” Tegan glanced around. The house was tidy – she’d seen to that in her free time during the day. She followed him to his room so they weren’t shouting their conversation across the house.

“Yeah, me and some buddies are getting together for a poker night.”

“Poker? Since when do you have poker nights?” Tegan lingered in the doorway of Sam’s room as he got undressed and grabbed his towel, headed for the bathroom to shower.

“Usually my mate Jayden hosts, but his place is being renovated. I told him we could use this place.” Sam stepped into the shower and turned the water on, his attention focused on adjusting the water temperature before he turned back to Tegan who had followed him across the hall. “I assumed that it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

“I guess it isn’t.” Tegan said, feeling disoriented. “Angus is out of town tonight.” She noted.

“He texted me.” Sam acknowledges as he turned on the shower and adjusted it before stepping under the water. “But I’d already cleared poker night with him and Brandon anyway.”

“Oh.” Tegan wondered why she didn’t get consulted. Didn’t she count as a member of the household anymore? “Is there anything we need to do to get organized?”

“Nah.” Sam said as he scrubbed himself “I’ve got a card table and some snacks and beer in my truck, I’ll get that all set up once I’m done here.”

“Oh. Well, I’ll go hang out in my room I guess.” Tegan said uncertainly.

“Well…” Sam interjected, a sly note in his voice. Tegan rolled her eyes. She knew there was going to be more to this. Maybe her short career as a sexual plaything had made her overly cynical but she doubted it.

“Well?” She urged. The sooner Sam revealed his scheme the sooner she could shoot him down. She might have let Angus drag her to a seedy sex shop glory hole but she wasn’t going to let Sam get away with inviting strangers into her home to become embroiled in their affair.

“I was hoping you might stick around. Maybe serve some drinks to the guys, be a little bit of eye candy?” Sam said, lewdly rubbing his cock as he lathered up his balls.

“Show them my ass, suck their dicks?” Tegan continued with vitriolic sarcasm, making Sam grimace. “I wasn’t born yesterday Sam. You think I haven’t seen enough pornos to know what happens when you mix one girl into a guy’s poker night?” She turned away from the door and started to go back to her room, wanting to be alone for a moment to cool off her frustration at Sam’s presumption.

“I bet you’d do it if Angus asked.” Sam called after her. Against her better judgment she turned and stalked back to the bathroom.

“…the fuck did you say?”

Sam took his time to answer, rinsing off the soap from his body and raking his fingers through his hair.

“You’d do it if Angus asked.” He repeated. “You get mad at me for pushing your boundaries but let Angus do what he wants.” Tegan felt her throat close in a panic. How much did he know? Surely Angus wouldn’t have spilled the beans.

“That’s not the same.” Tegan eventually responded.

“No?” Sam turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing his towel and drying himself off. “Angus tells you to wear a plug up your ass 24/7 and you do it. Angus creates a whole album of explicit photographs of you getting railed you say ‘thank you’. You say you want to keep this arrangement inside the house and you go off on a date with him all night, god knows where.” Sam gestured broadly, sweeping his arm in no particular direction and Tegan took a slow breath. Sam didn’t know about the sex shop – whatever he suspected, it was only that: suspicion.

“As I’ve said before, our deal is that in exchange for me not having to worry about my share of the bills and expenses, you guys get to fuck me as much as you want. Beyond that anything I do is my call.” Tegan said firmly.

Sam sighed and squeezed past her to return to his room where he hung up his towel and started to throw on some assorted clothing.

“I think you’re playing favourites.” Sam said with a shrug as he pulled on a t-shirt. The tight material clung to his slightly damp skin.

Tegan took a moment before responding. She had to concede that was true but she didn’t like it. It wasn’t her fault and Sam’s comment felt too much like an accusation.

“So what if I am? That doesn’t stop you from fucking me.”

“It does if you’re out all night.”

“Oh gee, sorry. That doesn’t make it ok for you to cook up some half-baked scheme where you bring strangers into the house expecting a piece of me.”

“They aren’t!” Sam exclaimed. “I swear, it’s actually just a poker game with the guys. We put in a few bucks for chips, play some hands over a few beers. I literally just thought it would be fun if you, I dunno, put on a cute outsit and brought us our drinks.”

“Do you expect me to believe that? Do you seriously believe that?” Tegan sighed.

“Honestly? That’s all I wanted from you. If, over the natural course of the evening things went a bit further, I would be ok with that – if you were.”

“So you admit you’re open to the possibility of more happening, you considered it.”

“If it happened organically.”

“You know how manipulative that sounds, right?”

“Look, poker night is going ahead anyway. What I said was true: we can’t use Jayden’s place, I volunteered mine. You can stay in your room all night if you want. But I’d appreciate it – as a personal favour – if you’d play along.”

“’A personal favour’? You say that like you’ve earned one somehow.”

“Then don’t do it. I’m not trying to make this a big thing, Tegan. I’m just asking you if you’ll serve some drinks, if that’s something you want.”

“Well I don’t,” Tegan said curtly “So I will see you later.”

With that she went into her room and closed the door, then bit her finger to keep from laughing aloud. Contrary to what she’d told Sam she intended to play her own game tonight, but it would be so much sweeter for Sam to have no idea what was coming. Partially she was driven by a need to prove to herself she remained in control of this situation. Her feelings when Angus abruptly announced his business trip bothered her and she was worried she had given over too much of herself to him. Secondly, she had racked her brains trying to think of a way to dominate Sam because she felt like he wouldn’t be as malleable as Brandon had been, he certainly was a lot harder to shame, something she seemed to be developing in equal measure. But now she felt like she had something, and this was her chance to put it into practice.



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