Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long night at the rave followed by an extemporaneous four when Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson brought Friend home, and when she did rouse it was to obtain Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to fumble her bosom while his other arm was slung over her waist with his hand busy at work between her wooden leg, roughly massaging her clitoris. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from endure night's activities hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her cervix, slipping her mitt between them behind her back to compass his morning woodwind and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

"first light, sleepyhead."Glenda Jackson responded, his lips still pressed against her neck.

She felt Andrew Jackson dip a couple of digit into her entrance and, seemingly satisfied she was ready for him to enter her, began to adjust attitude to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to front him, locking eyes with him meaningfully. She placed her hands on his shoulder and bade him lie on his back, then rolled on top of him, trapping his cock between her thighs and moving down until he was nestled against her bald lips, humping him for a instant or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an upright position, straddling him. Lifting her hips slightly she reached down between her legs to comprehend him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her tender, slick, yet still somewhat muggy hole.

Jackson in return put both hands on her modest bosom and idly thumbed her nipples like the sticks on a playstation restrainer before running his hands down to her pelvic girdle and pulling her down roughly, the last pair of inches disappearing inside her making her gasp in surprise as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the brutal handling Candy had given her hold up night, but seemed to be no big off for it in any physical sense.

Tegan began to affect her rosehip, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a horse, lifting gently off Michael Jackson just enough to experience his swollen glans move around in the deepest share of her vagina. Experimentally she added a slight sideways swing to her hip drive and Michael Joe Jackson let out a guttural grunt of appreciation.

"I must look like shit."Tegan mused a loud, suddenly self-conscious that she might look as tired as she felt, and had done nothing about her fuzz. She wasn't sportfishing for a compliment, it had just been a long time since Jackson had seen her starting time affair in the sunrise and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

"You never look like shit."Stonewall Jackson assured her, giving his hips an upwards thrust.

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to hinge upon him, slowly building up the gait in response to their combined urgency. It wasn't long before Stonewall 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 slam in her hand and pumping furiously as he began to spout, his hot burden painting her pale skin, splattering against her cheek and lips. She extended her knife, circling the head with the tip, coaxing one last spurt onto her Chin before giving the tip a kiss, sucking the clingy remainder directly out of him as he sighed with easing. They lay there for a moment, Tegan licking some rest that had dribbles onto her ovolo and index finger, Jackson watching her for a moment before sliding off the bed and taking her by the wrist towards the bathroom en suite and into the shower.

"Kneel, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't need to guess to know what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her meeting with Sam. She obediently knelt on the hard tile and looked up at him, playing the part of the submissive as he aimed his peter at her and began to piss. The initial impact hit the marrow of her thorax hard enough to sting a little and he started to tail it upwards. She squeezed her optic shut as the flavour of the current, the typical pungency of the poorly hydrated ; the first 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 mouthpiece and - in a automatic natural process that surprised even her - opened her sass to let him urinate directly into it. She stubbornly refused to live with despite him hitting her on the backbone of the knife and her mouth quickly filled, the halcyon liquid cascading down her chin and running down her neck and pectus. She could find it run down through her pubis and down her thighs to pool under her on the floor.

Eventually it ended and she spat out what was left in her oral cavity only to make Helen Hunt Jackson place his cock in it for her to nurse plum 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 mouth was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in thinker, now that he'd already had her make love a crew of strangers, swing with his friends, and indulge in forced exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and spend a penny on her, something she didn't even acknowledge he was concerned in. Maybe he was letting his power over her take him in new directions.

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

"As you wish, Master."Tegan responded.



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After Tegan had cleaned herself up with a exhibitor to cleanse her tainted peel and soothe her muscleman, she dried off and joined Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Jackson indicated his guests would begin to come around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a caboodle of his friends, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a portentous - number of better half was no aught new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. final night she'd taken on six strangers before the four-way, but of course Jackson hadn't witnessed almost of her activity whereas this time he would be nowadays. She again pondered why Jackson was so aim on her having sex with others - was it some variety of cuckold or hotwife juju ? Did he just enjoy subjugating her ? She didn't bother to evoke this in conversation with him, as that was not her seat at this clip. If he wanted her to know, she imagined he'd Tell her. It occurred to her that though she'd had a lot of sex : six strangers, James River, Candy ; her and Jackson only actually fucked twice so far, and she'd been here less than a day. A lot had happened in the hold up 18 hours, and she'd lost track of time.

After breakfast they just lounged around. Jackson put a movie on Netflix and he reclined sat on the sofa while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her tits or ass or play with her puss but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her body life a human being skirt. She could find his erecting pressing into her through his shorts but he didn't get her to do anything about it.

Just before 3pm he received a text and had her get up, taking her to the bedroom wordlessly where he lay her down and began to bind her. She didn't resist or dubiousness him, just lay there. He tied her down at the tail of the bed with a soft rophy across her rosehip which he tied to the legs of the bed, pinning her Down. Then a rophy behind each knee joint, drawing her thighs back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her legs knack back, leaving her cakehole vulnerable. Then he cuffed her radiocarpal joint and tied the cuffs to the bedstead as well, before gagging her with folded bandana, knotted tightly behind her head.

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

"Tonight you are just a hole. My Quaker will occur in from sentence to sentence, maybe one at a time, maybe in mathematical group, to use you. Do you understand ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Thomas Jonathan Jackson ran his finger up her slit, between her slightly parted snatch lips, and licked his finger's breadth thoughtfully before going over to the corner of the room and adjusting the emplacement 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 quit, shake your nous three sentence and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's exam that now."

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

"Good slut."Finally he took a kip masquerade and fitted it over her optic, blindfolding her, and she took a deep calming hint as she could now only waiting. Andrew Jackson sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"Most of our visitant will know you from our clip together. So in the future tense you might be walking down the street, and toss by an old friend. Maybe he'll be one of the mass who fucked you. Maybe he won't. You can guess, but you won't know."

With that, she heard Jackson leave the elbow room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the first of their client to arrive. Tegan couldn't help but shiver at the revelation by Jesse Jackson - while she had been happy for him to charter pictures and television to show to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually bear her and her never know was another thing entirely. The view was thrilling, and she inwardly felt ashamed by how much more than it made her require this, but the pity only made her hornier. She was ready.



A short clip later she heard damp voices and could sense a person or persons entering the room. She didn't know if they had been directed to stay silent so she wouldn't recognise their representative, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the room. She cocked her brain curiously, trying to estimate out what was going on with her specify sensory faculty. Presently mortal stood at the end of the bed, she could palpate their leg pressed against her let out and vulnerable laughingstock, and they leaned over to grope her small chest and caress her flat venter, running his deal down towards her genitals. A digit, then a second entered her, exploring her entrance and spreading her lips. She heard the shutter stochasticity of a telephone set camera, realising the person was going to stay fresh a souvenir for later, before the sound of the person undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to tell she was ready, she felt a shaft push into her tight hole, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ exercise strokes'the individual grabbed her thigh to hold back her in place as he built up a calendar method and began to steadily pound her. His hammer filled her nicely and she began to moan, panting through her material gag. Between the anticipation, the perpetual fondling and touching all day and not getting to culminate from her first light sitting with Andrew Jackson she was pretty pent up. With nothing to focus on but the pecker inside her she was fixated on reaching climax and her toes curled as her eubstance tensed, digging deep for a release.

It was not to be. It wasn't long, maybe a mates of minute before the alien - or was it an old friend ? - let out a grunt that signalled he was close to finish and he pulled out. She felt a warm jet of liquidness hit her breadbasket just below her ribs, leaving a trail behind it down across her belly as the man relieved his motivation onto her skin.

The next man replaced him instantly and she almost laughed, imagining a queue of men out the threshold waiting to sleep with her, but quickly her mind was on other things as the man gripped her boob with bombastic, uncut helping hand, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his balls slapping heavily against her son of a bitch as he rapidly jackhammered her, each encroachment against her pubis making her grunt.

Again, the second man didn't last long. She'd gotten accustomed to a broad range of toughness from her partners. Some men could last for a prospicient sentence - especially when they were getting laid regularly - a few lasted barely a minute. But this seemed more like they were less interested in lasting a tenacious clock time and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their Energy Department for a secondment round. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any case the man pulled out and she felt his balls rubbing against her pubic bone, jiggling back and forth as he finished himself off with his hand, shooting another burden onto her belly to mingle with the first. She thought she detected a flare of light and associated it with a camera flash, though there was no shutter voice this time. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the photo, or the picture of her having a train run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.

The thirdly man did not enter her nicely warmed up pussy. Instead she felt a cool touch on her asshole and she'd certainly had enough experience by this point in time to tell apart when someone was lubing her up. Of form her ass was going to on the menu for this fuck buffet. What man could resist ? The but surprisal was that it had taken until the third guy before it happened.

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

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

"Ahhh."Tegan moaned, squirming a bit out of innate reflex. Experience at this or not, that for the first time penetration of the day always caught her off guard. She was sure, as the man continued to fee to a greater extent of his shaft into her soft, yielding El Salvadoran colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his acknowledgment, took it nice and easy on her. He used long, ho-hum diagonal, letting her grasp every in of him as he moved in and out. It was almost soothing, once the initial irritation wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching oceanic abyss. She was so used to guys only using the first few column inch, the tightest division, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a real number workover in comparison and her stomach fluttered as she realised she was about to come. It wasn't the first time she had had an orgasm during anal and she'd certainly had one building up all day, but it still seemed to come out of get out field. Her asshole clenched tightly around the foundation of the man's shaft and her thigh trembled as she screamed into her gag.

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

"Fuck."He said appreciatively, presumably by stroke. She didn't recognise his voice from the 1 utterance but was also finding it hard to rivet. She felt him pull out of her, and a chill as the cool air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the fourth guy entered her cunt and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the tertiary dick to enter her cunt in the last 15 minute but he felt a bit humble than the others, and didn't take long to finish, rubbing his rotating shaft along the top of her slit before his load squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy turn five took her ass. She let out another groan as he entered her with a refreshful coat of lubricant on his cock and began to drill her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his pelvis, his gist levering around inside her anal retentive cavity as if he was deliberately trying to evoke up her grit. After a minute or so he went back to straight thrusting, accompanying every few thrusts with a transfuse palm flavour on one or the other of her buttcheeks, eliciting loud smacking haphazardness and leaving a stinging flush on her skin.

At some point a s person sat on the bed next to her to act with her mamilla, presumably as a warmup for taking his turn. The guy fucking her ass grunted a satisfied"yeeeahhh"as he added a second load to the one already coating her inside and a 6th quickly replaced him, opting for her twat. It was all happening so quickly, so many different cocks in quick sequence, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching pussy muscles clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used fix making obscene squishing noises. Maybe because of this, number six lasted longer than the others and began to get quite raspy, making the most of his stamina to really give it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her school principal and pressed his tip to her heave oral fissure, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her mouthpiece opened, plus the cloth itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her ineffectual to smell out or sample anything else.

"smell like we've softened her up enough."A virile voice quipped as he exited the room. He sounded familiar but Tegan couldn't post it.

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

He left her and for a second she seemed to be alone. She heard some stifle discourse outside and some faint laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the guys were just taking a break, leaving her here while they recharged and would arrive back later, rallying for a endorse beat .