Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long night at the rave followed by an impromptu foursome when Jackson brought admirer home, and when she did inflame it was to rule Thomas Jonathan Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her titmouse while his other arm was slung over her waist with his hand busy at work between her stage, roughly massaging her clit. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from last-place nighttime's action hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck, slipping her script between them behind her back to apprehend his morning Grant Wood and gently stroke him in encouragement.

"Hey there."She mumbled, half into her pillow.

"Morning, sleepyhead."Jackson responded, his lip still pressed against her neck.

She felt Thomas J. Jackson dip a couple of fingers into her entrance and, seemingly satisfied she was ready for him to enter her, began to adjust stance to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face him, locking heart with him meaningfully. She placed her hired hand on his berm and bade him lie on his dorsum, then rolled on top of him, trapping his pecker between her thigh and moving down until he was nestled against her bald-pated brim, humping him for a moment or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an good spot, straddling him. Lifting her coxa slightly she reached down between her legs to grasp him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her cutter, glossy, yet still somewhat glutinous hole.

Jackson in return put both hands on her small bosom and idly thumbed her nipples like the sticks on a playstation restrainer before running his hands down to her hip joint and pulling her down roughly, the last couple of inches disappearing inside her making her gasp in surprise as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the brutal treatment confect had given her last nighttime, but seemed to be no worse off for it in any physical sense.

Tegan began to move her hips, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a cavalry, lifting gently off Helen Hunt Jackson just enough to feel his swollen glans move around in the deepest part of her vagina. Experimentally she added a slight sideways swing to her hip campaign and Jackson let out a guttural grunt of appreciation.

"I must seem like shit."Tegan mused a loud, suddenly self-conscious that she might depend as tired as she felt, and had done aught about her fuzz. She wasn't fishing for a compliment, it had just been a long time since Jackson had seen her first thing in the morning and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

"You never look like shit."capital of Mississippi assured her, giving his hips an upwards thrust.

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to ride him, slowly building up the footstep in response to their combined urgency. It wasn't long before Jackson reached his tipping point.

"I want to cum on your face."He insisted and Tegan smoothly dismounted him and slid down the bed, grasping his sticky putz in her bridge player and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot cargo painting her pale tegument, splattering against her cheek and sass. She extended her spit, circling the head teacher with the tip, coaxing one end spurt onto her chin before giving the tip a kiss, sucking the clingy remnants directly out of him as he sighed with ministration. They lay there for a moment, Tegan licking some residue that had drip onto her pollex and forefinger, Jesse Jackson watching her for a moment before sliding off the bed and taking her by the wrist towards the privy en suite and into the shower.

"Kneel, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't need to guess to live what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her clash with Sam. She obediently knelt on the firmly tiles and looked up at him, playing the office of the submissive as he aimed his cock at her and began to pee. The initial impact hit the essence of her chest hard enough to sting a little and he started to go after it upwards. She squeezed her eyes shut as the olfactory property of the stream, the distinctive pungency of the poorly hydrated ; the offset pee of the day, invaded her nostril and he powerwashed away the facial he'd just given her. She felt it track back towards her backtalk and - in a reflexive action that surprised even her - opened her mouth to let him make directly into it. She stubbornly refused to swallow despite him hitting her on the backrest of the tongue and her verbalise quickly filled, the favorable liquid cascading down her chin and running down her neck and chest. She could finger it run down through her pubic region and down her thighs to pool under her on the floor.

Eventually it ended and she spat out what was left in her mouth only to have Jackson send his cock in it for her to absorb clean again, which she did.

"You really will do anything, won't you ?"He asked. She wasn't sure if that was rhetorical or not, given her oral cavity was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in mind, now that he'd already had her fuck a bunch of alien, swing with his friends, and indulge in forced exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and pee-pee on her, something she didn't even know he was interested in. Maybe he was letting his power over her return him in new directions.

"I'm going to invite some friends over tonight."He stepped back, letting him wilted member fall from her lips."I expect you to adapt them fully."

"As you wish, Master."Tegan responded.



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After Tegan had cleaned herself up with a shower to clean her defile skin and soothe her sinew, she dried off and joined Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Helen Hunt Jackson indicated his node would get to arrive around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a clump of his supporter, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a prodigious - numeral of partners was no nothing new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. death night she'd taken on six strangers before the four-way, but of path Jackson hadn't witnessed almost of her activity whereas this time he would be present. She again pondered why Thomas J. Jackson was so design on her having sex with others - was it some sort of cuckold or hotwife fetish ? Did he just enjoy subjugating her ? She didn't hassle to recruit this in conversation with him, as that was not her property at this meter. If he wanted her to get it on, she imagined he'd William Tell her. It occurred to her that though she'd had a lot of sex : six strangers, James, candy ; her and Jackson only actually fucked twice so far, and she'd been here to a lesser extent than a day. A lot had happened in the go 18 hours, and she'd lost track of time.

After breakfast they just lounged around. Jackson put a picture on Netflix and he reclined sat on the couch while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her nipple or ass or caper with her scratch but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her consistency life story a human skirt. She could feel his hard-on pressing into her through his shorts but he didn't get her to do anything about it.

Just before 3pm he received a schoolbook and had her get up, taking her to the bedchamber wordlessly where he lay her down and began to bind her. She didn't resist or doubt him, just lay there. He tied her down at the fanny of the bed with a subdued rope across her hips which he tied to the legs of the bed, pinning her pile. Then a R-2 behind each knee, drawing her thighs back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her leg bent back, leaving her holes vulnerable. Then he cuffed her wrists and tied the turnup to the bedframe as well, before gagging her with close up bandanna, knotted tightly behind her head.

Finally, when she was trussed up and immobile he finally addressed her verbally.

"Tonight you are just a muddle. My friends will come in from clip to time, maybe one at a time, maybe in grouping, to use you. Do you understand ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Thomas Jonathan Jackson ran his finger up her slit, between her slightly parted pussy lips, and licked his finger thoughtfully before going over to the niche of the room and adjusting the positioning of his camcorder on its tripod before turning it on, an LED indicating to her that she was now being recorded.

"Because you're gagged you won't be able to use a safeword. If you need to renounce, shake your head three times and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's exam that now."

"Unh unh unh."Tegan repeated, shaking her head like Jesse Louis Jackson instructed.

"good slut."Finally he took a sleep mask and fitted it over her center, blindfolding her, and she took a mystifying appeasement breath as she could now only hold. Glenda Jackson sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"about of our visitor will know you from our time together. So in the future tense you might be walking down the street, and pass by an old friend. Maybe he'll be one of the multitude who fucked you. Maybe he won't. You can estimate, but you won't know."

With that, she heard Stonewall Jackson leave the elbow room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the first of their Guest to make it. Tegan couldn't helper but shiver at the revelation by Jackson - while she had been well-chosen for him to lead video and telecasting to show to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually have got her and her never know was another affair entirely. The prospect was thrilling, and she inwardly felt ashamed by how much Sir Thomas More it made her require this, but the shame only made her hornier. She was ready.



A short prison term later she heard muffled voices and could sense a person or someone entering the room. She didn't know if they had been directed to stay tacit so she wouldn't recognise their voices, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the elbow room. She cocked her head curiously, trying to visualise out what was going on with her limited sentience. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their legs pressed against her let on and vulnerable butt, and they leaned over to grope her small-scale chest and caress her flat tummy, running his hands down towards her crotch. A finger, then a second entered her, exploring her entranceway and spreading her mouth. She heard the shutter noise of a phone camera, realising the person was going to keep a souvenir for later, before the sound of the somebody undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to tell she was quick, she felt a cock thrust into her miserly cakehole, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ pattern strokes'the someone grabbed her thighs to hold her in place as he built up a cycle and began to steadily pound her. His cock filled her nicely and she began to moan, panting through her cloth gag. Between the anticipation, the never-ending caressing and touching all day and not getting to culminate from her morning seance with Stonewall Jackson she was pretty pent up. With nothing to focus on but the cock inside her she was fixated on reaching climax and her toes curled as her body tensed, digging deep for a release.

It was not to be. It wasn't long, maybe a yoke of minutes before the stranger - or was it an old friend ? - let out a oink that signalled he was close to finishing and he pulled out. She felt a warm jet of liquid hit her tummy just below her ribs, leaving a trail behind it down across her belly as the man relieved his need onto her skin.

The next man replaced him instantly and she almost laughed, imagining a queue of men out the doorway waiting to fuck her, but quickly her idea was on former things as the man gripped her tits with with child, rocky hired hand, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his bollock slapping heavily against her mother fucker as he rapidly jackhammered her, each shock against her pubis making her grunt.

Again, the second man didn't last long. She'd gotten accustomed to a wide reach of toughness from her better half. Some men could lowest for a long time - especially when they were getting laid regularly - a few lasted barely a minute. But this seemed more like they were less concern in lasting a long sentence and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their free energy for a second round. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any event the man pulled out and she felt his balls rubbing against her pubic region, jiggling back and Forth River as he finished himself off with his hand, shooting another consignment onto her belly to mingle with the first. She thought she detected a flash of light and associated it with a television camera New York minute, though there was no shutter sound this time. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the pictorial matter, or the video of her having a train run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.

The third man did not enter her nicely warmed up twat. Instead she felt a cool touch on her asshole and she'd certainly had enough experience by this degree to agnise when soul was lubing her up. Of path her ass was going to on the menu for this fuck buffet. What man could resist ? The only surprise was that it had taken until the third guy before it happened.

He pushed a finger in, massaging some of the slippery gel into the tight ring of her sphincter and working his finger's breadth around a bit to ensure she was relaxed enough, and perhaps to gauge her reply. If he expected Tegan to tap out from a piddling assplay, he was woefully mistaken.

The digit withdrew and she swore she could hear a vile noise, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her backdoor and with a little pressure, working his cockhead inside her.

"Ahhh."Tegan moaned, squirming a bit out of unconditioned reflex. Experience at this or not, that first of all incursion of the day always caught her off guard. She was sure, as the man continued to feed more of his shaft into her easy, yielding colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his acknowledgment, took it gracious and easy on her. He used long, wearisome diagonal, letting her hold every inch of him as he moved in and out. It was almost soothing, once the initial discomfort wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching deep. She was so used to guys only using the firstly few column inch, the tightest part, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a real workover in comparison and her stomach fluttered as she realised she was about to add up. It wasn't the first time she had had an orgasm during anal and she'd certainly had one construction up all day, but it still seemed to come out of left field of study. Her asshole clenched tightly around the base of the man's light beam and her thighs trembled as she screamed into her gag.

"Nnh grrrd !"was what came out when she tried to yell ‘ oh god ’, and her jaw went drop-off as she writhed back and forth as one of the most intense orgasms of her life history swept over her, leaving her dizzy and confused. She felt the man twitching and she could feel a heat that told her he'd just cum deep inside of her ass.

"Fuck."He said appreciatively, presumably by accident. She didn't pick out his voice from the exclusive utterance but was also finding it severely to contract. She felt him overstretch out of her, and a chill as the cool air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the one-quarter guy entered her pussy and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the tierce pecker to enter her pussy in the last fifteen minutes but he felt a bit small than the others, and didn't take long to finish, rubbing his diaphysis along the top of her slit before his incumbrance squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy phone number five took her ass. She let out another groan as he entered her with a fresh coat of lubricating substance on his cock and began to practice her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his articulatio coxae, his centre levering around inside her anal retentive pit as if he was deliberately trying to stir up her guts. After a minute or so he went back to straight thrusting, accompanying every few thrusts with a cupped palm smack on one or the former of her buttcheeks, eliciting loud smack noises and leaving a stinging flush on her skin.

At some gunpoint a back someone sat on the bed next to her to make for with her titmouse, presumably as a warmup for taking his number. The guy fucking her ass grunted a fill"yeeeahhh"as he added a indorse load to the one already coating her insides and a one-sixth quickly replaced him, opting for her pussy. It was all happening so quickly, so many dissimilar dick in straightaway ecological succession, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching slit muscular tissue clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used hole making repulsive squishing noises. Maybe because of this, routine six lasted recollective than the others and began to get quite rough, making the to the highest degree of his stamina to really give it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her read/write head and pressed his tip to her gagged sass, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her sassing unfastened, plus the cloth itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her unable to sense or taste anything else.

"Looks like we've softened her up enough."A manlike part quipped as he exited the room. He sounded fellow but Tegan couldn't plaza it.

"I have something in mind."Jackson responded from next to her, apparently the man who'd joined her on the bed.

He left her and for a minute she seemed to be alone. She heard some muffled treatment outside and some faint laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the bozo were just taking a break, leaving her here while they recharged and would do back later, rallying for a secondly round .