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. As she sleepily opened her eyes she was slightly startled, but unsurprised to find a cock in her face. Sam was stroking her temple with one hand and using the other to hold his semi-erect dick and move it from side to side, the head grazing across her cheek and lips. She didn’t need to look up at him to know what kind of expression he probably had on his face or ask for confirmation. The kind of guy who’d rub his cock on a sleeping girl’s face expects only one thing, though in the vast majority of cases he’d be less likely to get that than say, criminal charges. She shifted her legs a little to adjust her position and realized her feet were still in Angus’ lap. So she had an audience for this? She doubted he was giving this anything but his full attention. Where was Brandon then? The kitchen noises were no longer present. Was he in the room, watching as well? Unlikely. She imagined Sam waited until Brandon retired from his room before pulling his stunt.
Well, no sense lying there taking offense. Almost dreamily she closed her lips over the swelling knob caressing her and begin to swirl her tongue around the tip, massaging him with her lips as he hardened more in her warm mouth. Once he grew to full hardness she shifted her position slightly and Sam began to grope her chest through her baggy t-shirt, hunting out her hard little nipples with her fingers and caressing them through the soft material. Tegan brought her hand up and closed her fingers around the base of his shaft, holding him steady as she began to move her head back and forth, a smooth flowing motion, letting her lips do most of the work as she applied a gentle suction, her pale cheeks hollowing each time she drew back towards the tip.
Meanwhile a chuckle from Angus reminded her of her existence and she squirmed her feet in his lap, feeling a distinct bulge with her toes. She assumed he was intently watching her blowing Sam though she was slightly surprised by the fact this was just a thing they were cool with. Had they discussed it while she snoozed or did Sam just pull out his cock with no warning and Angus was going along with it? She braced one foot under Angus’ bulge and idly stroked the other across the top. Maybe, she thought as she started using her hand to follow her lips along Sam’s saliva-slick shaft, this was their way of testing the waters, to see if she’d be down for a three-way. What even counted as one anyway? Did this count, with one cock in her mouth and another between her feet, or did both dicks need to be inside her? She moved her mouth to the underside of Sam’s prick and looks up at him as she nibbled the fleshy frenulum area with her lips as she used her hand to stroke him. She didn’t know at this point how far this pseudo-threesome would progress. Should she be trying to finish Sam off or was this just a warmup? What did Angus plan to do? He hadn’t even bothered to take his dick out yet, apparently happy for her to clumsily rub him through his pants with her feet and ankles.
She sucked at the fleshy part again and saw Sam’s stomach muscles tense, his shaft flexing in her hand. He didn’t seem to be close to cumming yet, but that felt like a signal that he wanted to. She took him back in her mouth and closed her eyes, doubling her efforts as she jerked him with her hand a little faster, bobbing her head with vigor so that her lips were always following her hand movements, using her tongue to keep slathering her spit around him as the swollen head repeatedly bumped against her tonsils. With a grunt of approval Sam abruptly pulled up her shirt, or at least half of it as she was lying on her side, just enough to expose one of her tits and started groping it more eagerly and playing with her hard nipple. A second later Angus reached over and pulled down her shorts, which slid out from under her slim hips to expose her bottom half as he forcefully dragged the material down to her knees. She let out a muffle cry of surprise as Angus slapped her ass, then delved his fingers between her cheeks to confirm with his fingers that the steel plug he’d inserted earlier was still there.
Tegan took a moment to catch her breath, removing her mouth from Sam and using the built up saliva she stroke the head with her hand. In response he pinched her nipple and tugged on it, stretching out her small tit before releasing the nipple so it snapped back into place with a tiny jiggle. Meanwhile Angus’ probing fingers found the exposed end of her buttplug and eased his fingers underneath the rim causing it to shift inside her. She could feel the bulbous end of it press against the inside of her anal sphincter as he manipulated it and let out a small groan which she muffled by taking Sam into her mouth again. She could feel Sam tensing under her and imagined he was getting close now. Angus meanwhile was slowly easing the buttplug from her and she could feel her ass protesting against the extrusion of the rounded end, much more than when it had gone in with the narrow end first. The feeling made her moan and in response Sam bucked his hips a little, driving himself deeper into the back of her throat.
Angus finally broke the embargo on talking and asked wryly, Tegan could hear the smirk in his voice: “Have you used the girl’s ass yet Sam?”
“Nope” Sam responded with a grunt, seemingly irritated by having to hold a conversation while getting his dick sucked.
“Oh, you are missing out. She can take it like a pro. S’why ah gave her this little present.” He eased the buttplug to it’s widest point then instead of removing it as she expected, plunged it back in, burying it inside her again. She shuddered as the part of it that had been briefly exposed to the air had cooled and reacclimitised to her body temperature. He rewarded her with another slap on her asscheek. “Ah like a good obedient butt slut. You might want to give it a go while it’s still nice and fresh.”
“Yeah, later.” Sam grunted in response, running his hand over Tegan’s skin, caressing her side, her ribs, groping her breast, then running his hand down her side again. Tegan continued her efforts as Angus nonchalantly talked about how he’d so keenly defiled her then slid his hand up between her legs to her smooth slit, his probing finger finding and easily sliding into her wet hole.
“Surely ye’ve used her sweet little cunny?”
“Yep.” Was Sam’s one word reply.
“Well that makes two of us then.” Angus laughed. “Ah bet ten bucks the lad hasn’t. Ye can lead a virgin to pussy but ye cannae make him fuck.”
“I’m kind of busy here Angus, are you going to join in or what?”
“Oh, aye, I just wanted to finish warming up the slut.” He slid out from under her feet and she heard him drop his trousers behind her before gripping her by the hips and lifting her up, setting her on her knees. She momentarily let Sam slip from her mouth as she was repositioned but he quickly gripped her hair and pulled her head back down where she immediately continued, barely missing a beat – head down, ass up. Angus lined up behind her with one foot up on the couch and the other on the floor and she felt him grip the backs of her thighs, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs and resting the head of his cock between them, centred over her hot hole. “She gets all hot and bothered when you treat her like a piece of meat. See?”
With that he thrust into her in one smooth motion and she felt the inner walls spread as smoothly as honey as he buried himself inside her. She moaned as he bottomed out, feeling the extra pressure of being stuffed full by the plug still (still!) lodged inside her as Angus plundered her vagina for the second time in a few hours. Angus gave her no time to react. He moved his hands to firmly grasp her by the hips and then started to fuck her earnestly. He started with long slow strokes where she could feel him almost completely leave her before plunging back in, but quickly ramped down to short strokes where he would only withdraw a little, seemingly focused on pounding her as hard as he could. With Sam in her mouth there was little she could do but struggle to keep sucking him off. She was finding it hard to focus but Sam seemed all too happy to help guide her, his hand resting on the back of her head as he kept her rhythm going, using his other hand to caress her little jiggling tits and tug on her nipples. His breathing told her he wasn’t going to last long and she again took her mouth off and stroked him fast with her hand, gliding her fingers up over the sensitive head, panting as Angus pounded from behind.
“Well,” grunted Sam, apparently now feeling talkative “what I like about the slut is how much she loves cum. Don’t you?”
“Fffuck… yes.” Tegan cried, Angus’ rough steady pistoning making her weak at the knees.
“Yes what?”
“Your cum… I love it.” She panted, quickly closing her mouth over the head of his cock and rewetting it with her tongue as she continued to stroke him.
“You want some?”
“Please what?”
“Please… cum in me.” A phrase she thought of earlier floated back into her mind. “I’m your cum dumpster. Please… fill me up, as much as you can.”
“Are ye gonna refuse such a polite request?” Angus asked as he suddenly changed his angle of attack, now fucking her with short strokes where he focused as much as possible on just his fat cockhead, apparently getting close and eager to finish.
“Nope!” Sam grunted once again, this time grabbing a fistful of Tegan’s hair and roughly pulling her mouth down on his cock, gagging her as his meat slid all the way into her throat and he held her head down, her nose pressed into his crotch. She swallowed reflexively, her throat muscles clenching the invader as she made a conscious effort not to accidentally puke. She started to whimper as she realized she couldn’t get much air, then suddenly she felt the first pulse as Sam’s first load of spunk boiled up out of his body and squirted directly down her throat. Her throat muscles reacted, guiding the sticky fluid the rest of the way to her stomach. Perhaps compelled by the muscles milking his twitching shift, a second load wasn’t far behind. His hips bucked and she could feel more of his spunk flowing into her throat. As soon as it subsided Sam released her head and she raised it up, gasping for air and sputtering. Angus had not let up the entire time, but his rhythm had changed yet again. He suddenly slid all the way in and she could feel his shaft flexing inside her and she waited for the feeling of his hot juice spilling inside her once again.
Instead, taking her by surprise, her pulled out and took her by the shoulder pulling her into a seated position on the middle cushion. Looking up at him, her mouth open in surprise, she was caught off guard when he too took her by the hair and inserted the tip his member into her mouth. For a moment she reflected “so that’s what my pussy tastes like”, but no sooner had she had the thought when Angus groaned and released the torrent of hot jizz he’d been holding back, saving it as a gift for her hungry mouth. It all came out in one long slow pulse – while she expected it to blast the back of her throat like a shotgun, there was instead a small burst and then the sensation of a slow leak. It felt watery, not thick like the load he delivered to her cervix a couple of hours earlier. She maintained eye contact with him throughout, even as he slowly withdrew from her mouth and stepped back. She looked up at him, her mouth still slightly agape, letting him enjoy the site of her docilely holding his watery semen in her mouth before swallowing gently.
“Thank you.” She whispered hoarsely, then turned to Sam. “Thank you for your cum.”
“You’re welcome, slut.” Both men answered in unison.
