House Slut - S01 E06

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House Slut - S01 E06

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Sam and Angus had departed for work by the time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon's door was closed with no obvious signs of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from classes he was going to sleep in now that his morning urges had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a loss of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this morning had left her with a fire between her legs but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her release would come naturally as one of the guys used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underwear, and busied herself with a few chores. She put on a load of washing and started to fill the sink to take care of the dishes from last night's dinner. As she dipped her hands in the soapy water to wash the dishes she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from behind. She gripped the edge of the sink as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscles, imagining his length sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a sound from the doorway startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape, a deep in the headlights look on his face, with him apparently being just as startled as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the dress but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a moment with him even more private than making him unload hot semen on her face.

"Sorry." Brandon was the first one to speak.

"Sorry!" Tegan echoed, louder. "I didn't mean to jump. I just didn't hear you." she wiped her wet hands on her dress then leaned back against the bench, trying to adopt a casual air.

“So.” She left the particle hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the next move. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be more than ready for another round. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply spread her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of forwardness from her would only drive him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her hand in his, guiding her back through the lounge area and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the light, even though the morning sun was streaming in through the vertical blinds. Whatever Brandon had in mind he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her eyes around for anything particularly out of place. She hadn’t remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stand by the bed then took her dress at the hips and started to lift it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him slip it off her to reveal her nude form once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the dress over the cheap rocking chair from IKEA that held about a quarter of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his body scanning from her face down her nude form. He lingered on her small pert breasts and hard rosy nipples and then again when he reached her smooth hairless mound and slightly puffy lips. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn’t help but notice that he avoided meeting her eyes this time. Shyly, after a long moment of hesitation, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to verbalise, but as long as she didn’t ask any questions and remained compliant he was happy to direct her. That was fine, compliant she could manage.

Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her skin starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her hard nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her body, becoming more deliberate with her touch, now running his hands over her skin. He groped her breasts gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to commit to memory the exact feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his thumbs then gave them a gentle pinch between thumb and index finger that sent a thrill of pleasure down her body, making her clit throb and legs quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn’t respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be happy to allow things to progress in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of exposure to porn and none to real women Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another thrill run through her body as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thighs which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to keep her back from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and inner lips, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single digit inside her and she stretched her legs, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the intruder. She turned her head to glance at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some point he had let his pants drop to the floor without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon’s finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hand up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn’t give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the process, this time finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a soft moan, feeling him push into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his fingers out then using them to spread her lips and massage her clit. Truth be told it had been days since her last orgasm and she had been fucked several times since then, so Brandon’s inexpert ministrations were driving her wild with need. He gently held her clit between her fingers and massaged it in small circles causing her hips to automatically rise up to his hand seeking more pressure, more speed. Brandon took his free hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her body he started applying more vigour to her clit, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests closer to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon’s stiff cock through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many confused butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confused, but most of all frustrated.

“B, what’s wrong? Come back, please?” She raised her arms, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embrace as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was embarrassment, shame. She looked down at his briefs and saw the unmistakable dampness of ejaculation in the front of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The poor guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to catch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back control, make him realise that it wasn’t over yet.

“B, come here. I’ll do whatever you want. Just come here. Please?” she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him – considering the sexually frustrated state he had her in it wasn’t hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering a nipple to his mouth as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sticky underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his mouth and kissed her way down her torso to come face to face with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a mess to contend with, with a sheen of semen coating his shaft and balls. Well that was just fine, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her.


“What a mess you made.” She chastised him, hopefully making it clear to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her soft hands and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the stamina befitting a young single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slow down that hair trigger. “What a sticky…” she licked at his tip “…gooey…” she gently took one of his balls in her mouth and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it clean of his jizz “…mess.” She took his blossoming shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it clean, savouring the flavour. Semen wasn’t a particularly nice flavour, she’d be lying if she said it was (especially if the guy didn’t eat a lot of fruit), but it was something she enjoyed because it meant that she’d provided pleasure and the association was too strong to disconnect.

“Cum is my favourite food” Tegan lied “so from now on if you need to cum I will consider it a personal insult if it doesn’t go in my mouth.”