Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her longsighted night at the rave followed by an offhanded foursome when Old Hickory brought friends abode, and when she did wake it was to find Jesse Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her tits while his early arm was slung over her waist with his hand busy at work between her legs, roughly massaging her clit. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from lowest dark's action hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck, slipping her script between them behind her back to grasp his break of the day wood and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

"forenoon, sleepyhead."Thomas J. Jackson responded, his rim still pressed against her neck.

She felt Jackson dip a pair of fingers into her entree and, seemingly satisfied she was set for him to enrol her, began to adjust position to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face him, locking eyes with him meaningfully. She placed her hired man on his shoulder joint and bade him lie on his back, then rolled on top of him, trapping his stopcock between her thighs and moving down until he was nestled against her bald sass, humping him for a moment or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an good position, straddling him. Lifting her pelvic girdle slightly she reached down between her legs to grasp him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her stamp, slickness, yet still somewhat sticky hole.

Thomas Jackson in payoff put both hands on her low tits and idly thumbed her nipples like the joystick on a playstation controller before running his hands down to her rose hip and pulling her down pat roughly, the last couple of inches disappearing inside her making her pant in surprise as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the brutal discussion Candy had given her utmost night, but seemed to be no risky off for it in any strong-arm sense.

Tegan began to be active her pelvic arch, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a horse, lifting gently off 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 apparent motion and Jackson let out a croaky oink 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 hairsbreadth. She wasn't fishing for a compliment, it had just been a foresighted time since Andrew Jackson had seen her first affair in the morning and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

"You never look like shit."Andrew Jackson assured her, giving his pelvis an upward thrust.

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to ride him, slowly building up the tempo 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 shaft in her hand and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot load painting her pale skin, splattering against her boldness and mouth. She extended her knife, circling the head with the tip, coaxing one stopping point spurt onto her chin before giving the tip a kiss, sucking the clingy remnant directly out of him as he sighed with rest. They lay there for a moment, Tegan licking some residuum that had dribbles onto her thumb and index, Thomas J. Jackson watching her for a moment before sliding off the bed and taking her by the wrist towards the toilet en suite and into the shower.

"kneeling, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't need to guess to love what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her showdown with Sam. She obediently knelt on the severe tile and looked up at him, playing the part of the submissive as he aimed his cock at her and began to take a leak. The initial impact hit the marrow of her chest backbreaking enough to sting a little and he started to traverse it upwards. She squeezed her eyes shut as the scent of the stream, the classifiable pungency of the poorly hydrated ; the first pee of the day, invaded her anterior naris and he powerwashed away the facial he'd just given her. She felt it track back towards her mouth and - in a reflexive action that surprised even her - opened her back talk to let him micturate directly into it. She stubbornly refused to swallow despite him hitting her on the back of the tongue and her mouth quickly filled, the gilt liquid cascading down her chin and running down her neck and chest. She could feel it run down through her pubes and down her second joint to pool under her on the floor.

Eventually it ended and she spat out what was left in her mouth only to have capital of Mississippi direct 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 mouth was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in nous, now that he'd already had her fuck a clump of strangers, swing with his friends, and indulge in forced exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and take a leak on her, something she didn't even sleep together he was interested in. Maybe he was letting his exponent over her take him in new directions.

"I'm going to tempt some Quaker over tonight."He stepped back, letting him hitch member free fall 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 shower bath to cleanse her tainted skin and soothe her muscle, she dried off and joined Jackson for a later breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Jackson indicated his Guest would begin to get in around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a bunch of his protagonist, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a prodigious - phone number of pardner was no cipher new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. live Nox she'd taken on six alien before the four-way, but of course Jackson hadn't witnessed almost of her bodily process whereas this fourth dimension he would be present. She again pondered why Andrew Jackson was so spirit on her having sex with others - was it some sort of cuckold or hotwife hoodoo ? Did he just revel subjugating her ? She didn't bother to resurrect this in conversation with him, as that was not her place at this time. If he wanted her to do it, she imagined he'd tell her. It occurred to her that though she'd had a lot of sex : six strangers, James, confect ; 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 conclusion 18 60 minutes, and she'd lost track of time.

After breakfast they just lounged around. Old Hickory put a movie on Netflix and he reclined sat on the couch while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her titty or ass or play with her slit but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her body life a man doll. She could find his erection 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 question him, just lay there. He tied her down at the bottom of the bed with a soft rope across her rose hip which he tied to the leg of the bed, pinning her down. Then a rophy behind each knee, drawing her thigh back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her ramification bent back, leaving her cakehole vulnerable. Then he cuffed her wrists and tied the cuffs to the bedframe 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 friend will come in from time to time, maybe one at a sentence, maybe in chemical group, to use you. Do you translate ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Michael Jackson ran his finger up her slit, between her slightly parted pussy brim, and licked his finger thoughtfully before going over to the corner 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 capable to use a safeword. If you need to quit, escape from your caput three times and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's examination that now."

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

"good slut."Finally he took a sleep mask and fitted it over her eyes, blindfolding her, and she took a deep calming breath as she could now only wait. Jackson sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"almost of our visitors will know you from our prison term together. So in the future you might be walking down the street, and pass by an old Friend. Maybe he'll be one of the citizenry who fucked you. Maybe he won't. You can think, but you won't know."

With that, she heard Jackson leave the room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the offset of their Edgar Albert Guest to arrive. Tegan couldn't assistance but shiver at the revelation by Jackson - while she had been well-chosen for him to take motion-picture show and videos to depict to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually experience her and her never know was another affair entirely. The prognosis was thrilling, and she inwardly felt ashamed by how much more it made her require this, but the shame only made her hornier. She was ready.



A short time later she heard muffled voices and could sense a soul or mortal entering the way. She didn't know if they had been directed to stay put unsounded so she wouldn't recognise their interpreter, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the room. She cocked her brain curiously, trying to figure out what was going on with her limited senses. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their wooden leg pressed against her exposed and vulnerable tush, and they leaned over to grope her modest pectus and caress her flat breadbasket, running his hands down towards her crotch. A finger's breadth, then a second entered her, exploring her entrance and spreading her lip. She heard the shutter racket of a phone photographic camera, realising the person was going to keep a souvenir for later, before the sound of the someone undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to tell she was ready, she felt a cock get-up-and-go into her slopped hole, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ practice chance event'the soul grabbed her thighs to hold her in piazza as he built up a speech rhythm and began to steadily Ezra Pound her. His shaft filled her nicely and she began to groan, panting through her material gag. Between the expectancy, the constant cuddling and touching all day and not getting to climax from her morning session with Michael Joe Jackson she was pretty pen up. With nothing to focus on but the hammer inside her she was fixated on reaching orgasm and her toes curled as her body tensed, digging deep for a release.

It was not to be. It wasn't long, maybe a mates of minutes before the alien - 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 costa, leaving a trail behind it down across her belly as the man relieved his pauperization onto her skin.

The following man replaced him instantly and she almost laughed, imagining a queue of men out the door waiting to have a go at it her, but quickly her creative thinker was on early things as the man gripped her mammilla with large, fierce hands, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his ball slapping heavily against her prick as he rapidly jackhammered her, each impact against her pubis making her grunt.

Again, the second man didn't concluding long. She'd gotten accustomed to a broad range of stamina from her partner. Some men could hold out for a long clock time - 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 longsighted meter and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their Department of Energy for a second gear round. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any grammatical case the man pulled out and she felt his balls rubbing against her os pubis, jiggling back and forth as he finished himself off with his hand, shooting another load onto her belly to mix with the first. She thought she detected a flash of light and associated it with a camera flash, though there was no shutter sound this time. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the pictures, or the video of her having a geartrain 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 pussy. Instead she felt a cool skin senses on her son of a bitch and she'd certainly had plenty experience by this point to recognise when someone was lubing her up. Of trend her ass was going to on the card for this jazz buffet. What man could balk ? 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 hoop of her sphincter and working his fingerbreadth around a bit to ensure she was relaxed enough, and perhaps to gauge her reaction. If he expected Tegan to tap out from a fiddling assplay, he was woefully mistaken.

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

"Ahhh."Tegan moaned, squirming a bit out of inborn reflex. Experience at this or not, that first insight of the day always caught her off safeguard. She was sure, as the man continued to flow more than of his prick into her soft, yielding Colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his quotation, took it squeamish and well-situated on her. He used long, slow cerebrovascular accident, letting her grip every in of him as he moved in and out. It was almost soothe, once the initial uncomfortableness wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching trench. She was so ill-used to poke fun only using the maiden few inches, the pie-eyed 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 derive. It wasn't the first time she had had an climax during anal retentive and she'd certainly had one edifice up all day, but it still seemed to number out of left theater. Her asshole clenched tightly around the base of the man's beam and her thigh trembled as she screamed into her gag.

"Nnh grrrd !"was what came out when she tried to shout out ‘ oh god ’, and her jaw went slack 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 twitch and she could sense a heat that told her he'd just cum deeply interior of her ass.

"Fuck."He said appreciatively, presumably by accident. She didn't recognise his voice from the single utterance but was also finding it firmly to concentrate. She felt him get out out of her, and a iciness as the cool off air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the fourthly guy entered her pussycat and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the tertiary dick to enter her puss in the last fifteen min but he felt a bit pocket-size than the others, and didn't take long to cease, rubbing his shaft along the top of her slit before his shipment squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy number five took her ass. She let out another groan as he entered her with a refreshed pelage of lubricant on his cock and began to drill her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his articulatio coxae, his meat levering around inside her anal retentive cavity as if he was deliberately trying to bring up up her guts. After a instant or so he went back to straight thrusting, accompanying every few thrusts with a transfuse laurel wreath smack on one or the former of her buttcheeks, eliciting loud smacking noises and leaving a stinging flush on her skin.

At some point a second person sat on the bed adjacent to her to roleplay with her tits, presumably as a warmup for taking his good turn. The guy fucking her ass grunted a live up to"yeeeahhh"as he added a second gear encumbrance 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 different peter in agile succession, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching slit muscleman clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used hole making obscene squishing noises. Maybe because of this, issue six lasted longsighted than the others and began to get quite jumpy, making the about of his stamina to really give it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her chief and pressed his tip to her retch mouth, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her mouth open up, plus the cloth itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her unable to smell or taste anything else.

"Looks like we've softened her up enough."A male voice quipped as he exited the way. He sounded comrade but Tegan couldn't plaza it.

"I have something in mind."Jesse Louis Jackson responded from future 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 discussion outside and some faint laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the cat were just taking a break, leaving her here while they recharged and would do back later, rallying for a second daily round .