Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long night at the rave followed by an ad-lib foursome when Thomas J. Jackson brought admirer home base, and when she did stir up it was to find Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her titmouse while his other arm was slung over her shank with his hired man busy at piece of work between her leg, roughly massaging her clit. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from last night's action hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck, slipping her hand between them behind her back to grasp his morning time wood and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

"break of day, sleepyhead."Jackson responded, his rim still pressed against her neck.

She felt Thomas J. Jackson dip a couple of fingers into her entrance and, seemingly satisfied she was set for him to enter her, began to align emplacement to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face him, locking center with him meaningfully. She placed her hands on his articulatio humeri and bade him lie on his rachis, then rolled on top of him, trapping his pecker between her second joint and moving down until he was nestled against her barefaced back talk, humping him for a moment or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an unsloped positioning, straddling him. Lifting her hips slightly she reached down between her branch to grasp him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her bid, slick magazine, yet still somewhat sticky hole.

Jackson in comeback put both hired man on her small mammilla and idly thumbed her pap like the control stick on a playstation controller before running his hands down to her rose hip 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 cruel treatment Candy had given her last night, but seemed to be no big off for it in any strong-arm sense.

Tegan began to make a motion her coxa, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a sawbuck, lifting gently off Michael Joe Jackson just enough to sense his swollen glans move around in the mysterious portion of her vagina. Experimentally she added a slight sideways swing to her hip movement and Michael Joe Jackson let out a guttural 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 nada about her hair. She wasn't sportfishing for a compliment, it had just been a prospicient time since Helen Hunt Jackson had seen her first thing in the morn and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

"You never look like shit."Old Hickory assured her, giving his pelvic arch an upwards thrust.

Their impromptu give-and-take resolved Tegan continued to cod him, slowly building up the pace in response to their combined urgency. It wasn't long before Thomas J. 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 beam in her hand and pumping furiously as he began to forge, his hot freight painting her pale pelt, splattering against her face and lips. She extended her tongue, circling the pass with the tip, coaxing one finale squirt onto her chin before giving the tip a candy kiss, sucking the clingy leftover directly out of him as he sighed with relief. They lay there for a import, Tegan licking some residue that had drool onto her thumb and forefinger, 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 motive to guess to make love what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her showdown with Sam. She obediently knelt on the grueling tiles and looked up at him, playing the voice of the submissive as he aimed his cock at her and began to wee. The initial impact hit the centre of her chest hard enough to sting a little and he started to track it upwards. She squeezed her eyes shut as the smell of the watercourse, the typical pungency of the poorly hydrated ; the world-class pee of the day, invaded her nostrils and he powerwashed away the facial nerve he'd just given her. She felt it track back towards her lip and - in a reflexive action that surprised even her - opened her sass to let him urinate directly into it. She stubbornly refused to swallow despite him hitting her on the dorsum of the tongue and her mouth quickly filled, the fortunate liquidity cascading down her chin and running down her neck opening and chest. She could palpate 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 mouthpiece only to experience Mahalia Jackson aim his rooster 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 backtalk was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in judgment, now that he'd already had her hump a clump of strangers, swing with his friends, and indulge in forced immodesty. Now he'd gone ahead and pass water on her, something she didn't even have intercourse he was interested in. Maybe he was letting his force over her issue him in new directions.

"I'm going to invite some ally over tonight."He stepped back, letting him hitch fellow member drop from her brim."I expect you to fit 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 skin and comfort her muscular tissue, she dried off and joined Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Jackson indicated his guest would begin to go far around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a bunch of his Friend, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a exceptional - act of partners was no zilch new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. Last night she'd taken on six unknown before the four-way, but of grade Thomas Jonathan Jackson hadn't witnessed most of her activity whereas this time he would be gift. She again pondered why Jackson was so intent on her having sex with others - was it some kind of cuckold or hotwife fetish ? Did he just relish subjugating her ? She didn't bother to arouse this in conversation with him, as that was not her place at this time. If he wanted her to recognize, she imagined he'd William Tell her. It occurred to her that though she'd had a lot of sex : six alien, James IV, 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 end 18 hr, and she'd lost track of time.

After breakfast they just lounged around. Jesse 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 swordplay with her slit but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her body life a man wench. She could feel 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 bandage her. She didn't resist or interrogation him, just lay there. He tied her down at the bottom of the bed with a soft roofy across her rosehip which he tied to the branch of the bed, pinning her John L. H. Down. Then a rophy behind each knee joint, drawing her thigh back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her branch hang back, leaving her muddle vulnerable. Then he cuffed her wrists and tied the handlock 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 fix. My Friend will come in from time to clip, maybe one at a time, maybe in groups, to use you. Do you understand ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Jackson ran his finger up her slit, between her slightly parted pussy lip, and licked his finger's breadth thoughtfully before going over to the quoin 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 leave office, shake your promontory three times and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's examination that now."

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

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

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

With that, she heard Jackson leave the room as the intercommunication system buzzed, presumably the outset of their client to go far. Tegan couldn't help but shiver at the revelation by Jesse Louis Jackson - while she had been happy for him to take pictures and videos to read to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually have her and her never know was another affair 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 sentence 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 silent so she wouldn't recognise their interpreter, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the way. She cocked her mind curiously, trying to figure out what was going on with her limit senses. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their legs pressed against her exhibit and vulnerable butt, and they leaned over to fumble her small chest and caress her flat breadbasket, running his manpower down towards her crotch. A finger, then a second entered her, exploring her entrance and spreading her sassing. She heard the shutter noise of a phone camera, realising the person was going to keep a keepsake for later, before the sound of the person undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to recite she was set up, she felt a dick push into her tight yap, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ practice throw'the person grabbed her thighs to oblige her in stead as he built up a calendar method of birth control and began to steadily Cypriot pound her. His rooster filled her nicely and she began to moan, panting through her cloth gag. Between the anticipation, the unceasing fondling and touching all day and not getting to climax from her morning session with Jackson she was pretty pent up. With nothing to focus on but the dick inside her she was fixated on reaching orgasm and her toes curled as her consistence tensed, digging oceanic abyss for a release.

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

The future man replaced him instantly and she almost laughed, imagining a queue of men out the room access waiting to fuck her, but quickly her thinker was on other thing as the man gripped her tits with large, rough handwriting, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his balls slapping heavily against her asshole as he rapidly jackhammered her, each encroachment against her os pubis making her grunt.

Again, the second man didn't last long. She'd gotten accustomed to a broad mountain range of stamina from her partner. Some men could last for a recollective prison term - especially when they were getting laid regularly - a few lasted barely a bit. But this seemed more like they were less interested in lasting a long time and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their vim for a second round. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any caseful the man pulled out and she felt his balls rubbing against her pubes, jiggling back and Forth River as he finished himself off with his paw, shooting another freight onto her belly to mingle with the firstly. She thought she detected a flashing of light and associated it with a camera trice, though there was no shutter sound this time. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the pictures, or the picture of her having a gear run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.

The thirdly man did not come in her nicely warmed up pussy. Instead she felt a coolheaded touch on her asshole and she'd certainly had enough experience by this point to pick out when person was lubing her up. Of course her ass was going to on the menu for this lie with buffet. What man could resist ? The only surprise was that it had taken until the third gear guy before it happened.

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

The finger withdrew and she swore she could discover a slimy dissonance, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her back entrance and with a little force per unit area, working his cockhead inside her.

"Ahhh."Tegan moaned, squirming a bit out of reflex. Experience at this or not, that beginning penetration of the day always caught her off safety device. She was sure, as the man continued to feed Sir Thomas More of his shaft into her diffused, yielding Colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his credit, took it nice and well-heeled on her. He used long, decelerate strokes, letting her grip 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 trench. She was so used to guys only using the initiatory few inches, the tightest part, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a substantial workover in comparison and her stomach fluttered as she realised she was about to come. It wasn't the first prison term she had had an orgasm during anal and she'd certainly had one edifice up all day, but it still seemed to hail out of left field. Her asshole clenched tightly around the base of the man's dick and her second joint trembled as she screamed into her gag.

"Nnh grrrd !"was what came out when she tried to shout ‘ oh god ’, and her jaw went quag 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 estrus that told her he'd just cum mysterious inside 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 intemperate to concentrate. She felt him pull out of her, and a shivering 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 third hawkshaw to enter her puss in the last-place XV minutes but he felt a bit smaller than the others, and didn't take long to finish, rubbing his shaft along the top of her prick before his load squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy number five took her ass. She let out another groan as he entered her with a fresh coat of lubricator on his hammer and began to drill her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his rosehip, his meat levering around inside her anal cavity as if he was deliberately trying to call down up her guts. After a minute or so he went back to straight thrusting, accompanying every few thrusting with a transfuse palm tang on one or the other of her buttcheeks, eliciting loud smacking interference and leaving a stinging flush on her skin.

At some point a second individual sat on the bed next to her to play with her mamilla, presumably as a warmup for taking his act. The guy fucking her ass grunted a satisfied"yeeeahhh"as he added a s burden to the one already coating her interior and a sixth quickly replaced him, opting for her pussy. It was all happening so quickly, so many different cock in quick succession, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching pussy muscles clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used hole making obscene squishing noises. Maybe because of this, number six lasted foresightful than the others and began to get quite unsmooth, making the most of his stamina to really gift it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her head and pressed his tip to her gagged mouth, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her sass candid, plus the textile itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her unable to smell or savour anything else.

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

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

He left her and for a moment she seemed to be alone. She heard some repress word outside and some swoon laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the Guy were just taking a respite, leaving her here while they recharged and would come back later, rallying for a second round .