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You say no, and I stop. But this is the last time I will ask. Do you understand?"
Tegan searched his eyes and found only cold sincerity.
"I understand." She answered.
"Then get in the bath on your knees and open your mouth, slut."
Tegan complied, kneeling in the wide tub and looked up at him. He already had his cock out pointed at her, waiting. With some trepidation she opened her mouth. Almost immediately a hot stream of piss hit her in the face and she squeezed her eyes shut as the spray ricocheted off her face before he tracked it into her mouth. The acrid stream hit the back of her throat, hotter and more forecful than semen typically did, with an unpleasant salty taste and overpowering aroma. The pressure alone made her gag but the flavour did no favours either, and both were inescapable. Because he’d been drinking all night it was joined with the odour of beer, which only brought to mind the mix of smells typically found in the alleyway behind a bar. The urine quickly filled her mouth and overflowed, running down her chin and cascading onto her chest, rinsing away the sticky residue of jizz as it carved a path down her belly to her crotch, saturating her pubic hair and running off her pussy lips. Stray rivulets and down the outer sides of her small breasts and down her sides, running down her ass and thighs before joining the pool beneath her and running towards the drain. She coughed and gagged again as the stream eased and trickled down her chest, Sam managing to sequeeze out a couple more spurts before shaking off. Glaring up at him as he proceeded to undress, his piss dripping off her chin, Tegan took a moment to ease the plug out of her ass. She managed to get her fingers under the flared rim and get enough leverage to get the wide part past her tight sphincter, then the rest of the lubed cone slid out and she let it fall into the bath, having no further interest in it. She massaged her tender asshole, feeling the spongy muscles slowly close as she clenched them, probing gently at the bruised tissue as she let her own bladder go, joining Sam’s puddle to slowly trickle down the drain. Sam stepped into the bath with her and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her mouth to his cock. He was half hard but growing firmer by the second. She closed her lips around his dick and tried to will forth some saliva to make her mouth easier for him to fuck, but was finding it tough after having it most recently rinsed out with his urine.
After a minute Sam seemed satisfied and pushed her, bending her over towards the drain being forced to put her hands on the remnants of their combined waters to brace herself on all fours. Sam, seemingly indifferent to her plight, squatted over her and guided his dick directly to her aching cunt. He grunted as he slid in and out and for her part Tegan was able to enjoy feeling him slide inside her despite her exhaustion. She doubted she was going to come, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, right up until the point he pulled out of her and thrust directly into her tender, gaping anus.
Tegan let out a choked off scream as he drove his cock deep inside her. She had little remaining lubricant and her own pussy juices were doing most of the work. Admittedly after being thoroughly broken in my Trevor and the new plug her ass had had no time to recover so she imagined it presented too tempting a target, but none of this rationalisation helped her feel better about the fact he was ramming his cock inside her burning asshole, his balls slapping against her pussy lips, and each time he thrust inside her she let out soft squeals of discomfort, curling her toes as her knees slid on the wet bathtub surface and Sam held her by the collar to keep her from getting away.
After a few minutes he pulled out with a grunt and pulled her by the collar so she was kneeling again and pointed his cock at her face. Expecting that he was ready to cum she opened her mouth in a well trained reflex to let him blow his load into it and was surprised when instead he shoved it inside. She let out a muffled grunt of protest and tried to push against him but he gripped her head and buried his cock to the hilt. Sam let out a loud satisfied groan and she felt his balls tighten against her chin as his spunk pulsed directly down her throat. Tegan gagged, more as a psychological response than anything else. Her ass had been so well used over the course of the night that if it had a distinct taste she was unaware of it – all she was detecting was lube and semen and a muskiness that could easily be sweat, or her own vaginal fluids. All the same she resisted the urge to swallow and as soon as Sam released her head she leaned over and spat directly down the bath’s plughole, her gag reflex in full effect as she dry heaved a few times.
Sam, apparently indifferent to Tegan’s situation, adjusted and turned on the shower. Tegan whimpered as the cold water hit her back and she curled up on her side as the water slowly warmed up. She sensed movement beside her and realised Sam was sitting down alongside her, holding the detachable shower head, passing it back and forth over her to rinse her down. Using his free hand he gently coaxed her into a sitting position and slid his legs either side of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the head in the lower socket, keeping the stream on them while he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Tegan hung limply against him, unable to say or do anything and not really wanting to.. Her mind felt blank, as if she was unable to even figure out how she was feeling about the last ten or so hours – it had been a long night and she was exhausted, and confused by the immediate shift in Sam’s demeanour. Presumably once he was done giving her everything he had, he wanted to ensure that there was no resentment or hurt feelings. She sighed and settled back into his embrace as he squirted some liquid shower gel into his hands and built up a lather. She didn’t resist as his hands wnaders over her body, into each nook and crevice within his reach. Once he was done with that he picked up the showerhead and thoroughly soaked her hair, then took some shampoo and massaged a lather into her scalp before raking the suds through to the tips with his fingers. He rinsed her hair with the showerhead then repeated the process with conditioner. Eventually, as she was on the verge of sleep, he shut the water off and started to ease out from under her.
As much as her tiredness made her want to just lie in the bathtub, Sam slid an arm under her slight frame and hoisted her out of the tub to her feet, setting her gently on the bathmat. He held her steady as he took a fresh towel from the shelf and rubbed her down until she was mostly dry, then worked the towel through her hair, squeezing out and absorbing as much moisture as the towel could manage. Eventually satisfied that there was no more he could accomplish, he led Tegan out of the bathroom and to her bedroom, easing her gently into her bed and pulling up the covers. She grasped the edge of the blanket gratefully and curled up into a ball on her side, her damp hair spread across her pillow like a coppery spiderweb. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open.
"I’m ok." She reassured him, answering a question she assumed he might have wanted to ask.
"Good." Sam said simply.
Tegan nodded her acknowledgement and then she was claimed by sleep.
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