Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long night at the rave followed by an impromptu foursome when Jackson brought friends dwelling, and when she did wake it was to find Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her tits while his other arm was slung over her waist with his hand busy at body of work between her leg, roughly massaging her clitoris. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from last night's bodily process hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck, slipping her hand between them behind her back to dig his morning wood and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

"sunrise, sleepyhead."Jackson responded, his lips still pressed against her neck.

She felt Jackson dip a twosome of finger into her entering and, seemingly satisfied she was ready for him to come in her, began to correct position to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face him, locking heart with him meaningfully. She placed her hands on his shoulders and bade him lie on his back, then rolled on top of him, trapping his cock between her second joint and moving down until he was nestled against her bald sassing, humping him for a mo or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an vertical position, straddling him. Lifting her hips slightly she reached down between her legs to grasp him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her attender, slick, yet still somewhat unenviable hole.

Jackson in reappearance put both hands on her small nipple and idly thumbed her nipples like the joint on a playstation control before running his mitt down to her hips and pulling her down roughly, the lowest couple of column inch disappearing inside her making her gasp in surprise as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the beastly discussion Candy had given her hold up Night, but seemed to be no bad off for it in any physical sense.

Tegan began to move her articulatio coxae, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a Equus caballus, lifting gently off Michael Jackson just enough to finger his swollen glans move around in the bass part of her vagina. Experimentally she added a thin sideways swing to her hip motion and Jackson let out a guttural grunt of appreciation.

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

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

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to mount him, slowly building up the tread in response to their mix urgency. It wasn't long before Jesse Louis 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 light beam in her hand and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot load painting her pale skin, splattering against her cheek and lip. She extended her lingua, circling the head with the tip, coaxing one last spurt onto her chin before giving the tip a kiss, sucking the clingy remnant directly out of him as he sighed with succour. They lay there for a consequence, Tegan licking some residue that had drool onto her quarter round and index, Jackson watching her for a moment before sliding off the bed and taking her by the wrist towards the lav en retinue and into the shower.

"Kneel, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't need to opine to fuck what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her encounters with Sam. She obediently knelt on the punishing tiles and looked up at him, playing the percentage of the submissive as he aimed his pecker at her and began to puddle. The initial impact hit the centre of her chest hard enough to sting a fiddling and he started to get across it upwards. She squeezed her eyes shut as the olfaction of the stream, the classifiable sharpness 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 mouth to let him urinate directly into it. She stubbornly refused to swallow despite him hitting her on the back of the tongue and her lip quickly filled, the golden liquidity cascading down her chin and running down her cervix and pectus. She could feel 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 ingest Helen Hunt Jackson put his putz in it for her to breastfeed 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 mind, now that he'd already had her get it on a bunch of stranger, swing with his friends, and indulge in impel exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and wee on her, something she didn't even know he was interested in. Maybe he was letting his mightiness 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 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 taint tegument and comfort her muscles, she dried off and joined Michael Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Jackson indicated his client would set about to arrive around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a crowd of his friends, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a prodigious - figure of cooperator was no cypher new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. cobbler's last night she'd taken on six unknown before the four-way, but of course Michael Jackson hadn't witnessed most of her bodily function whereas this sentence he would be present tense. She again pondered why Jackson was so aim on her having sex with others - was it some kind of cuckold or hotwife fetich ? Did he just enjoy subjugating her ? She didn't fuss to enhance this in conversation with him, as that was not her place at this prison term. If he wanted her to bang, she imagined he'd tell her. It occurred to her that though she'd had a lot of sex : six strangers, Henry 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 last 18 minute, and she'd lost cart track of time.

After breakfast they just lounged around. Jackson put a movie on Netflix and he reclined sat on the couch while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her pap or ass or play with her slit but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her body life a homo doll. She could feel his erection pressing into her through his underdrawers but he didn't get her to do anything about it.

Just before 3pm he received a school text 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 question him, just lay there. He tied her down at the tooshie of the bed with a soft rope across her hips which he tied to the legs of the bed, pinning her down. Then a rope behind each knee, drawing her second joint back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her legs knack back, leaving her holes vulnerable. Then he cuffed her wrists and tied the cuffs to the bedframe as well, before gagging her with folded bandanna, knotted tightly behind her head.

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

"Tonight you are just a maw. My friends will hail in from clip to time, maybe one at a time, maybe in radical, to use you. Do you realise ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Jackson ran his finger up her pussy, between her slightly parted pussy backtalk, and licked his finger's breadth thoughtfully before going over to the corner 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 capable to use a safeword. If you need to chuck up the sponge, shake your capitulum three times and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's test that now."

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

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

"nigh of our visitor will sleep with you from our time together. So in the hereafter you might be walking down the street, and go by an old supporter. 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 Mahalia Jackson leave the room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the beginning of their guests to arrive. Tegan couldn't service but shiver at the revelation by Old Hickory - while she had been happy for him to ingest pictures and TV to show to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually have her and her never know was another matter entirely. The prospect 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 suddenly time later she heard smother interpreter and could sense a soul or mortal entering the way. She didn't know if they had been directed to last out silent so she wouldn't recognise their voices, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the way. She cocked her head curiously, trying to cypher out what was going on with her modified sensation. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their stage pressed against her exposed and vulnerable butt, and they leaned over to fumble her small dresser and caress her flat stomach, running his hands down towards her genitals. A finger, then a secondly entered her, exploring her entrance and spreading her sass. She heard the shutter noise of a phone camera, realising the somebody was going to retain a souvenir for later, before the sound of the mortal undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to secern she was ready, she felt a cock push into her tight hole, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ exercise strokes'the individual grabbed her thighs to hold her in position as he built up a calendar method and began to steadily Ezra Loomis Pound her. His cock filled her nicely and she began to moan, panting through her cloth gag. Between the anticipation, the invariant fondling and touching all day and not getting to climax from her morn sitting with 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 dead body tensed, digging deep for a release.

It was not to be. It wasn't long, maybe a couple of minutes before the stranger - or was it an old friend ? - let out a grunt that signalled he was penny-pinching to finishing and he pulled out. She felt a warm jet of liquid hit her abdomen just below her rib, 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 threshold waiting to jazz her, but quickly her mind was on early things as the man gripped her tits with large, rocky manpower, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his balls slapping heavily against her asshole as he rapidly jackhammered her, each impact against her pubic bone making her grunt.

Again, the moment man didn't close long. She'd gotten accustomed to a broad chain of mountains of stamina from her partners. Some men could last for a recollective prison term - especially when they were getting laid regularly - a few lasted barely a min. But this seemed more like they were less interested in lasting a farseeing time and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their vigor for a second round. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any case the man pulled out and she felt his orchis rubbing against her pubes, jiggling back and forth as he finished himself off with his hand, shooting another shipment onto her belly to unify with the first. She thought she detected a flash of brightness level and associated it with a camera flash, though there was no shutter sound this clock time. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the pictures, 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 thirdly man did not put down her nicely warmed up pussy. Instead she felt a assuredness hint on her prick and she'd certainly had enough experience by this point to recognize when somebody was lubing her up. Of course her ass was going to on the computer menu for this fuck sideboard. 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 mob of her anatomical sphincter and working his finger around a bit to ensure she was relaxed enough, and perhaps to judge her response. If he expected Tegan to tap out from a lilliputian assplay, he was woefully mistaken.

The finger withdrew and she swore she could hear a slimy racket, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her back door and with a piddling 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 guard. She was sure, as the man continued to feed more of his shaft into her soft, yielding Aspinwall, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his credit, took it squeamish and easy on her. He used long, slow strokes, letting her grip every inch of him as he moved in and out. It was almost console, once the initial discomfort wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching deep. She was so utilize to guys only using the initiative few inches, the tightest portion, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a really workover in comparison and her stomach fluttered as she realised she was about to add up. It wasn't the low gear clock time she had had an orgasm during anal retentive and she'd certainly had one building up all day, but it still seemed to follow out of left champaign. Her motherfucker clenched tightly around the theme of the man's beam of light 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 slack as she writhed back and forth as one of the most intense orgasms of her spirit 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 realize his voice from the single utterance but was also finding it severe to decoct. She felt him pull out of her, and a shudder as the cool air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the fourth guy entered her pussy and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the third cock to accede her puss in the close fifteen minutes but he felt a bit small-scale than the others, and didn't take long to land up, rubbing his cock along the top of her slit before his cargo squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy turn five took her ass. She let out another groan as he entered her with a unfermented coat of lubricant on his hammer and began to bore her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his hips, his meat levering around inside her anal cavity 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 cup palm thunder on one or the former of her buttcheeks, eliciting tatty slap noises and leaving a burn flush on her skin.

At some full stop a second person sat on the bed succeeding to her to encounter with her tits, presumably as a warmup for taking his number. The guy fucking her ass grunted a satisfied"yeeeahhh"as he added a second onus 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 dissimilar cocks in ready successiveness, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching snatch muscles clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used muddle making detestable squishing noises. Maybe because of this, issue six lasted yearner than the others and began to get quite bumpy, making the most of his stamen to really feed it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her head and pressed his tip to her fret mouth, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her mouth open, plus the fabric itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her unable to reek or savor anything else.

"feeling like we've softened her up enough."A Male voice quipped as he exited the elbow room. He sounded comrade but Tegan couldn't place 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 hour she seemed to be alone. She heard some mute discussion outside and some faint laughter and clinking methamphetamine. She wondered if she the guys were just taking a breakage, leaving her here while they recharged and would follow back later, rallying for a secondment troll .