House Slut 6

Author note: I have changed this chapter as on reflection it was quite rushed and did not fit how I wanted the story to play out going forward.

Following the back to back sessions with Sam and Angus, Tegan retired to her room to recuperate a little before dinner. Sex slave or not, it was still Brandon’s night to cook so she was going to take advantage of the reprieve. She closed her door and sprawled across her bed in the nude, cupping her damp slit gently with her left hand and probing at her tender hole with her fingertips. So far the experience of being subservient to three young horny men had been different to her expectations. In her mind she had pictured some kind of frenzied free-for-all, but so far it had been relatively civilized. Maybe she had more control over the situation than she had thought, that their intensity had been subdued by her willingness. Maybe it was the fact they didn’t have to compete that made their needs less urgent. She was happy to take her time with each of them, especially since they seemed to be so willing and able to satisfy her reciprocally.

Tegan idly massaged her clit as she reflected on her experience so far. Not unexpectedly Brandon remained the most timid yet also the one she had given the most orgasms – most of them into her mouth as he hadn’t yet mustered up the courage to give her his virginity yet. She arched her back and pressed down on her clit with her fingers as she imagined being his first, visualizing how it might happen. She planned to take control, and imagined herself as an erotic goddess, rocking his world and giving him a night he’d never forget.

Sam had surprised her by being the most business-like and had barely spoken to her since she presented her offer, simply doing his business and leaving, like she was just a hole. She let out a soft, unexpected moan as the words ‘cum dumpster’ flashed through her mind and she started thinking about Angus. Angus was the biggest surprise in all of this. She knew he’d be crude and selfish but she didn’t expect him to be so intent on fucking her so thoroughly. She rolled onto her side and squeezed her legs together as she rubbed his clit in small fast circles, her rear hole clenching around the steel plug Angus had inserted into her, thinking about his fat prick stretching it open.

She rolled onto her back once more and threw her legs apart, lifting her hips off the bed and displaying herself to an invisible audience. She wanted to scream, and for everyone to know that this was her life now: slut incarnate, just a set of aching holes begging to be filled. She had never felt so needy, especially not so shortly after being so well used. It astonished her that she could have been so recently satisfied yet still so horny. Her right hand cupper her breast and she pinched her nipple, tugging it, making her tit stretch out like a tiny pyramid as she plunged her fingers into her wet hole and used her moisture to circle her swollen clit, edging closer and closer…

A knock at the door startled her and she sat bolt upright with a whimper, panting and briefly confused “W-what?! Hello?”

The door opened a crack and she heard Brandon’s voice “Uh… dinner. Dinner’s ready.”

“”Oh yeah. Sorry. Be right there!”



Dinner was a quiet affair. Brandon had prepared a basic pasta dish with a small salad and they ate silently in the lounge, eating off plates in their lap while they watched TV. Tegan had slipped on an oversized t-shirt and soft cotton boxer shorts for the occasion, out of habit more than modesty – plus it wasn’t like she *had* to be naked *all* the time. Tegan didn’t really absorb anything, eating delicately and consciously aware of the fact she was in a room with three men who had all been inside her. She was flanked on the couch by Sam on her left and Angus on her right, with Brandon in a recliner on the other side of the room. There was no casual chit-chat like usual. Normally the couch was a bit cozy for three but obviously there were fewer boundaries now. The fact they had decided to sit with her made her feel like there was an unspoken competition, like winning a car by being the last one with their hand on it, only in this case the prize was her cunt.

Eventually after they had all eaten Brandon collected the plates and took them to the kitchen to clean. Pressed between the two other men Tegan couldn’t help to feel a bit sleepy, particularly in the prolonged silence. It seemed to her as if something should happen, with everyone awkwardly avoiding addressing the elephant in the room. Presumably, they wanted to have some alone time with her, but just didn’t know how to go from here to there with everyone just hanging out together. By that same token she didn’t want to get up and leave in case that made things weirder.

So, she dozed off, at least mostly. She was vaguely aware of the noises in the warm room. The TV babbling to itself with a rerun of some sitcom, the clinking of dishes and utensils in the sink from the kitchen. She was vaguely aware she was leaning on Sam and felt his rough hands gently lower her across his lap where she promptly curled up on her side, her feet draped across Angus’ lap, where she fell into a deeper snooze and the background noise of the room faded away.

A short while later, she guessed, she gradually began to rouse from her little sleep, feeling someone caressing her cheek and hair.