Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her recollective night at the rave followed by an ad libitum foursome when Jackson brought friends home, and when she did wake it was to ascertain Stonewall Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her tits while his other arm was slung over her shank with his deal busy at work between her legs, roughly massaging her clit. She bit her lip with a face as the tenderness from live dark's activeness hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck, slipping her deal between them behind her back to grasp his morning woodwind and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

"Morning, sleepyhead."Helen Hunt Jackson responded, his lips still pressed against her neck.

She felt Jackson dip a duo of finger's breadth into her entrance and, seemingly satisfied she was ready for him to enter her, began to adjust military position to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face him, locking middle with him meaningfully. She placed her hands on his shoulders and bade him lie on his rear, then rolled on top of him, trapping his cock between her thigh and moving down until he was nestled against her barefaced lip, humping him for a second or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an upright billet, straddling him. Lifting her hips slightly she reached down between her ramification to hold on him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her pinnace, slipperiness, yet still somewhat glutinous hole.

Jackson in return put both men on her small tits and idly thumbed her nipple like the sticks on a playstation controller before running his hand down to her hips and pulling her pull down roughly, the last span of inches disappearing inside her making her gasp in surprise as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the cruel treatment confect had given her last night, but seemed to be no sorry off for it in any forcible sense.

Tegan began to move her articulatio coxae, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a cavalry, lifting gently off Jackson just enough to finger his swollen glans move around in the inscrutable part of her vagina. Experimentally she added a slim sideways swing to her hip movement and capital of Mississippi let out a pharyngeal consonant grunt of appreciation.

"I must seem like shit."Tegan mused a loud, suddenly self-conscious that she might appear as tired as she felt, and had done nothing about her hair. She wasn't fishing for a compliment, it had just been a long time since Jackson had seen her beginning matter in the daybreak and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

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

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to ride him, slowly building up the pace in reception to their combine importunity. It wasn't long before Michael 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 shaft in her paw and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot payload painting her pale skin, splattering against her brass and lips. She extended her knife, circling the oral sex with the tip, coaxing one endure jet onto her chin before giving the tip a candy kiss, sucking the clingy remnants directly out of him as he sighed with relief. They lay there for a instant, Tegan licking some residue that had dribbling onto her thumb and forefinger, Jackson watching her for a instant before sliding off the bed and taking her by the wrist towards the toilet en entourage and into the shower.

"Kneel, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't need to gauge to bed what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her skirmish with Sam. She obediently knelt on the operose tile and looked up at him, playing the part of the submissive as he aimed his cock at her and began to spend a penny. The initial impact hit the centre of her chest tough enough to sting a minuscule and he started to track it upwards. She squeezed her optic shut as the smell of the flow, the distinctive bite 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 mouth and - in a reflexive activity that surprised even her - opened her mouthpiece to let him urinate directly into it. She stubbornly refused to eat up despite him hitting her on the back of the tongue and her lip quickly filled, the golden liquid cascading down her Chin and running down her cervix and bureau. She could finger it run down through her pubes and down her thigh to pool under her on the floor.

Eventually it ended and she spat out what was left in her mouth only to get Thomas Jackson place his cock in it for her to suck 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 mouth was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in brain, now that he'd already had her do it a clustering of alien, swing with his admirer, and indulge in storm exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and make water on her, something she didn't even know he was occupy in. Maybe he was letting his superpower over her take him in new directions.

"I'm going to invite some acquaintance over tonight."He stepped back, letting him limp appendage twilight from her lips."I expect you to hold them fully."

"As you wish, Master."Tegan responded.



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After Tegan had cleaned herself up with a shower to clean her tainted tegument and comfort her muscles, she dried off and joined Jesse Louis Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Jackson indicated his Edgar Guest would start out to make it around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a cluster of his friend, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a prodigious - number of mate was no naught new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. Last night she'd taken on six alien before the four-way, but of line capital of Mississippi hadn't witnessed most of her activity whereas this time he would be present. She again pondered why Jackson was so intent on her having sex with others - was it some sort of cuckold or hotwife fetich ? Did he just savour subjugating her ? She didn't pain to levy this in conversation with him, as that was not her place at this clip. If he wanted her to know, she imagined he'd William Tell her. It occurred to her that though she'd had a lot of sex : six alien, James, 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 conclusion 18 hours, and she'd lost cartroad of time.

After breakfast they just lounged around. Jackson put a picture show on Netflix and he reclined sat on the couch while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her bosom or ass or child's play with her slit but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her body life a human doll. She could feel 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 sleeping accommodation wordlessly where he lay her down and began to obligate her. She didn't resist or interrogative sentence him, just lay there. He tied her down at the nates of the bed with a soft circle across her hips which he tied to the ramification of the bed, pinning her down feather. Then a Mexican valium behind each knee, drawing her thighs back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her legs bent back, leaving her yap vulnerable. Then he cuffed her wrists and tied the cuffs to the bedframe as well, before gagging her with fold 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 acquaintance will add up in from time to time, maybe one at a time, maybe in radical, to use you. Do you understand ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Thomas J. Jackson ran his digit up her slit, between her slightly parted cunt lips, and licked his finger thoughtfully before going over to the quoin of the room and adjusting the position 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-bodied to use a safeword. If you need to give up, escape from your drumhead three times and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's test that now."

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

"good slut."Finally he took a sleep masquerade party and fitted it over her oculus, blindfolding her, and she took a mysterious calming breathing place as she could now only wait. Jackson sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"Most of our visitor will know you from our time together. So in the future you might be walking down the street, and crack by an old booster. Maybe he'll be one of the people who fucked you. Maybe he won't. You can judge, but you won't know."

With that, she heard Jackson leave the room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the commencement of their guests to get in. Tegan couldn't help but shiver at the revealing by Jackson - while she had been happy for him to take word picture and TV to indicate to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually have her and her never know was another thing entirely. The prospect was thrilling, and she inwardly felt ashamed by how much more it made her want this, but the shame only made her hornier. She was ready.



A short time later she heard muffled phonation and could feel a person or persons entering the room. She didn't know if they had been directed to appease silent so she wouldn't recognise their spokesperson, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the room. She cocked her headland curiously, trying to figure out what was going on with her limited common sense. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could experience their peg pressed against her exposed and vulnerable butt, and they leaned over to grope her small chest and caress her flat abdomen, running his workforce down towards her crotch. A fingerbreadth, then a second entered her, exploring her entrance and spreading her lips. She heard the shutter noise of a telephone set photographic camera, realising the person was going to hold a souvenir for later, before the strait of the person undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously capable to tell she was ready, she felt a hammer energy into her tight muddle, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ pattern strokes'the person grabbed her thighs to moderate her in place as he built up a calendar method of birth control and began to steadily lb her. His prick filled her nicely and she began to groan, panting through her textile gag. Between the anticipation, the changeless fondling and touching all day and not getting to climax from her morning academic session with Jackson she was pretty pent up. With goose egg to focalise on but the stopcock inside her she was fixated on reaching sexual 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 twain 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 stomach just below her ribs, leaving a trail behind it down across her belly as the man relieved his pauperism onto her skin.

The next man replaced him instantly and she almost laughed, imagining a waiting line of men out the room access waiting to fuck her, but quickly her creative thinker was on other things as the man gripped her mamilla with large, scratchy hands, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his balls slapping heavily against her SOB as he rapidly jackhammered her, each impact against her pubis making her grunt.

Again, the second man didn't utmost long. She'd gotten accustomed to a broad orbit of stamina from her partners. Some men could last 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 interest in lasting a foresighted time and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their energy for a second one shot. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any grammatical case the man pulled out and she felt his balls rubbing against her pubes, jiggling back and Forth as he finished himself off with his manus, shooting another lading onto her belly to amalgamate with the maiden. She thought she detected a flash of brightness and associated it with a photographic camera news bulletin, though there was no shutter sound this prison term. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the flick, or the television of her having a train run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.

The third base man did not enter her nicely warmed up kitty. Instead she felt a cool down touch sensation on her asshole and she'd certainly had enough experience by this percentage point to tell apart when mortal was lubing her up. Of course her ass was going to on the menu for this shtup buffet. What man could resist ? The exclusively surprise was that it had taken until the third guy before it happened.

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

The finger's breadth withdrew and she swore she could get a line a slimy disturbance, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her back entrance and with a little imperativeness, working his cockhead inside her.

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

The man, to his course credit, took it Nice and prosperous on her. He used long, slow strokes, letting her traveling bag every in 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 first few inch, the pie-eyed part, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a real workover in comparability and her stomach fluttered as she realised she was about to come. It wasn't the first time she had had an sexual climax during anal and she'd certainly had one building up all day, but it still seemed to come out of left plain. Her asshole clenched tightly around the al-Qa'ida of the man's prick 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 orgasms of her life swept over her, leaving her dizzy and confused. She felt the man twitching and she could feel a oestrus that told her he'd just cum deep inside of her ass.

"Fuck."He said appreciatively, presumably by fortuity. She didn't pick out his representative from the single vocalization but was also finding it severely to concentrate. She felt him draw in out of her, and a thrill as the cool air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the fourth guy entered her kitty-cat and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the third gear tool to go in her cunt in the live fifteen minutes but he felt a bit smaller than the others, and didn't take long to finish, rubbing his ray along the top of her slit before his lading squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy number five took her ass. She let out another moan as he entered her with a fresh coating of lubricating substance on his cock and began to drill her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his pelvic girdle, his meat levering around inside her anal pit as if he was deliberately trying to stir up her gumption. After a minute of arc or so he went back to straight thrust, accompanying every few thrusts with a cup palm smack on one or the other of her buttcheeks, eliciting trashy smacking noises and leaving a burn prime on her skin.

At some period a back person sat on the bed next to her to play with her tit, 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 insides and a sixth quickly replaced him, opting for her pussy. It was all happening so quickly, so many unlike cocks in warm succession, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching pussy muscularity clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used muddle making detestable squishing noises. Maybe because of this, phone number six lasted longer than the others and began to get quite gravelly, making the most of his staying power to really give it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her foreland and pressed his tip to her gagged backtalk, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her backtalk open up, plus the cloth itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her unable to sense or smack anything else.

"flavor like we've softened her up enough."A male person phonation quipped as he exited the room. He sounded familiar but Tegan couldn't space it.

"I have something in mind."Michael Joe Jackson responded from succeeding 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 stifle discussion outside and some faint laughter and clinking spyglass. She wondered if she the guys were just taking a break, leaving her here while they recharged and would come back later, rallying for a sec beat .