House Slut 5 – Later that afternoon_(0)

Awaking from a snooze Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she strolled out of her room and to the bathroom. It had taken a good amount of work to bring Brandon off for the fourth time (which seemed to finally drain him, for the time being) and after her own release she had decided to lay about for awhile when he went back to his own room for a nap. She quickly rinsed her mouth and splashed some water on her face before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to check the time before refilling the sink to attend to the dishes she was distracted from earlier.



It was just around 3:30pm and she expected that Sam would be home shortly as his construction job tended to start early and end early. On her days off from work in the past he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no illusion that Sam’s mind would be on her as soon as he walked in the door. Thinking back to her earlier fantasy she threw on an apron and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how things would play out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the front door would see her first before going any further, which was a somewhat thrilling notion – potentially anyone opening the door would see her, though the odds of that being anyone other than Sam or Angus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the jingle of keys and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the door open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100% sure she pretended to busy herself with the few lingering items of cutlery in the sink. She started slightly when she heard the thud of something hitting the floor which in her mind was Sam’s duffel bag that held his work gear, then a series of slow deliberate footsteps into the kitchen until she could sense him standing behind her. For a while neither of them said anything or moved, and Tegan wondered what Sam was expecting from her. Did he want her to take action or was he enjoying the notion of acting like some kind of predator with his prey cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass cheek and the other arm snake around under her apron from the side, groping her little tits. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck from behind, pinning her against the counter with his body. Tegan braced herself against the sink as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her breasts in his hands, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his hands down her body under the apron pulling her away from the counter only to meet the resistance of the cord cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to pull the knot undone before resuming, running his fingers through the red curls of hair just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a hand behind his neck as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing fingers parted her lips and sought out her clit which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a little dry and his skin somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her lips and she clutched his hand, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly dampen it with her spit before he slid his fingers back beneath her lower lips to play with her clit, occasionally bringing his fingers lower to try to draw moisture from her vagina as she began to grow wet from his forceful touch. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was bent over the sink with one hand holding her down by her neck, her small chest pushed into the warm water in the sink soaking the apron. The other hand started to probe her from behind, a finger pushing inside her for a few seconds before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the cheeks as she submitted to the fingerfucking. After a minute of urgent fingering he apparently deemed that she was prepared enough and she heard the pop-pop-pop noise of a button fly being torn open seconds before a thick erection was plunged into her ready hole. She cried out as he took her by the hips and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the counter – due to her height her dangling feet no longer touched the floor – and she braced herself against the sink’s splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her thighs, grunting as his meat sunk all the way into her body.