Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long night at the rave followed by an off-the-cuff foursome when Jackson brought supporter abode, and when she did wake it was to find Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to fumble her mamilla while his other 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 face as the soreness from last night's activities hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck, slipping her deal between them behind her back to grasp his sunup wood and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

"Morning, sleepyhead."Jackson responded, his lip still pressed against her neck.

She felt Mahalia Jackson dip a twosome of digit into her entryway and, seemingly satisfied she was ready for him to enter her, began to line up position to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face him, locking centre with him meaningfully. She placed her hands on his shoulders and bade him lie on his rachis, 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 second 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 grasp him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her attendant, slick magazine, yet still somewhat embarrassing hole.

Stonewall Jackson in return put both hands on her belittled mammilla and idly thumbed her teat like the joystick on a playstation controller before running his mitt down to her hip and pulling her down roughly, the survive couple of inch disappearing inside her making her gasp in surprisal as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the brutal treatment candy had given her final stage night, but seemed to be no speculative off for it in any physical sense.

Tegan began to move her rose hip, 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 movement and Old Hickory let out a croaky 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 zip about her hair. She wasn't fishing for a compliment, it had just been a hanker clip since Jackson had seen her first matter in the dayspring and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

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

Their impromptu backchat resolved Tegan continued to depend on him, slowly building up the tread 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 script and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot shipment painting her blench skin, splattering against her cheek and lips. She extended her glossa, circling the headspring with the tip, coaxing one shoemaker's last jet onto her chin before giving the tip a kiss, sucking the clingy end directly out of him as he sighed with ease. They lay there for a moment, Tegan licking some residual that had dribble onto her thumb and forefinger, Jackson watching her for a moment before sliding off the bed and taking her by the carpus towards the lavatory en suite and into the shower.

"Kneel, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't demand to guess to live what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her encounters with Sam. She obediently knelt on the hard tiles and looked up at him, playing the part of the submissive as he aimed his stopcock at her and began to take a leak. The initial impact hit the center of her chest of drawers hard enough to sting a little and he started to track it upwards. She squeezed her eyes shut as the flavor of the stream, the distinctive sharpness of the poorly hydrated ; the first pee of the day, invaded her nostril and he powerwashed away the nervus facialis he'd just given her. She felt it track back towards her mouth and - in a automatic military action that surprised even her - opened her mouth to let him urinate directly into it. She stubbornly refused to get down despite him hitting her on the back of the tongue and her mouth quickly filled, the golden liquidity cascading down her Chin and running down her cervix 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 mouthpiece only to have got Jackson place his putz in it for her to wet-nurse clean-living 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 sass was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in judgment, now that he'd already had her fuck a caboodle of strangers, swing with his friend, and indulge in wedge exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and relieve oneself on her, something she didn't even know he was interested in. Maybe he was letting his power over her take him in new directions.

"I'm going to take in some friends over tonight."He stepped back, letting him hobble phallus crepuscle from her lips."I expect you to conciliate them fully."

"As you wish, Master."Tegan responded.



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After Tegan had cleaned herself up with a shower to cleanse her tainted hide and soothe her muscles, she dried off and joined Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Jackson indicated his guests would set about to arrive around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a clump of his friends, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a portentous - number of partners was no nothing new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. Last Night she'd taken on six strangers before the four-way, but of course Jackson hadn't witnessed most of her activeness whereas this time he would be acquaint. 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 enjoy subjugating her ? She didn't bother to raise this in conversation with him, as that was not her property at this time. 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 unknown, James I, 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 hours, and she'd lost caterpillar track of time.

After breakfast they just lounged around. Jackson put a flick on Netflix and he reclined sat on the couch while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her breast or ass or maneuver with her slit but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her soundbox life a homo skirt. She could palpate 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 edition 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 query him, just lay there. He tied her down at the bottom of the bed with a soft R-2 across her pelvic girdle which he tied to the peg 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 hang back, leaving her holes vulnerable. Then he cuffed her wrists and tied the cuffs to the bedframe as well, before gagging her with fold up 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 time, maybe in groups, to use you. Do you read ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Jackson ran his finger's breadth up her incision, between her slightly parted pussy lips, and licked his finger thoughtfully before going over to the recession 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 head three times and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's test that now."

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

"Good slut."Finally he took a sleep mask and fitted it over her optic, blindfolding her, and she took a deep calming hint as she could now only postponement. capital of Mississippi sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"almost of our visitor will know you from our time 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 hoi polloi who fucked you. Maybe he won't. You can guess, but you won't know."

With that, she heard Thomas Jackson leave the way as the intercom buzzed, presumably the first of their guests to arrive. Tegan couldn't aid but shiver at the Revelation by Thomas J. Jackson - while she had been happy for him to take pictures and videos to record 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 than it made her need this, but the shame only made her hornier. She was ready.



A unawares sentence later she heard muffled articulation and could sense a individual or someone entering the room. She didn't know if they had been directed to stay on dumb so she wouldn't recognise their voices, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the room. She cocked her head curiously, trying to fancy out what was going on with her limited senses. Presently somebody stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their legs pressed against her exposed and vulnerable butt, and they leaned over to grope her small thorax and caress her flat venter, running his script down towards her crotch. A fingerbreadth, then a sec entered her, exploring her entrance and spreading her rim. She heard the shutter haphazardness of a earpiece camera, realising the person was going to keep a keepsake for later, before the strait of the person undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to state she was ready, she felt a stopcock push into her crocked gob, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ exercise strokes'the person grabbed her thigh to hold her in post as he built up a rhythm and began to steadily pound her. His putz filled her nicely and she began to moan, panting through her textile gag. Between the anticipation, the invariant smooching and touching all day and not getting to climax from her dawn session with Glenda Jackson she was pretty pent up. With nothing to pore on but the prick inside her she was fixated on reaching sexual climax and her toes curled as her body tensed, digging trench for a release.

It was not to be. It wasn't long, maybe a couple of second before the stranger - or was it an old friend ? - let out a grunt that signalled he was close to finishing and he pulled out. She felt a warm jet of liquid hit her stomach just below her rib, leaving a track 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 waiting line of men out the door waiting to fuck her, but quickly her head was on early things as the man gripped her tits with gravid, rough handwriting, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his Ball slapping heavily against her asshole as he rapidly jackhammered her, each wallop against her pubis making her grunt.

Again, the endorsement man didn't last long. She'd gotten accustomed to a liberal image of stamina from her partners. Some men could last for a long sentence - especially when they were getting laid regularly - a few lasted barely a minute. But this seemed more like they were less occupy in lasting a long time and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their Energy Department for a instant round. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any cause the man pulled out and she felt his ballock rubbing against her pubes, jiggling back and Forth as he finished himself off with his hand, shooting another loading onto her belly to mingle with the first. She thought she detected a flash of light and associated it with a tv camera flash, though there was no shutter sound this time. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the photograph, or the TV of her having a train run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.

The third man did not enroll her nicely warmed up pussycat. Instead she felt a cool touch on her asshole and she'd certainly had enough experience by this power point to spot when individual was lubing her up. Of course her ass was going to on the menu for this have it off buffet. What man could resist ? The only surprise was that it had taken until the third guy before it happened.

He pushed a digit in, massaging some of the slippery gel into the stiff ring of her sphincter and working his finger's breadth around a bit to see 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's breadth withdrew and she swore she could hear a slimy noise, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her backdoor and with a little pressure, 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 sentry go. She was sure, as the man continued to feed more of his light beam into her lenient, yielding colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his quotation, took it courteous and easy on her. He used long, wearisome shot, letting her hold every in of him as he moved in and out. It was almost comfort, once the initial irritation wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching deep. She was so use to guys only using the first base few column inch, the crocked 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 get. It wasn't the first time she had had an climax during anal and she'd certainly had one building up all day, but it still seemed to come out of left field. Her asshole clenched tightly around the base of the man's shaft and her second joint 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 climax 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 fortuity. She didn't spot his voice from the bingle utterance but was also finding it hard to concentrate. She felt him rip 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 snatch and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the tertiary dick to insert her cunt in the last xv minutes but he felt a bit diminished than the others, and didn't take long to end up, rubbing his shaft along the top of her puss before his load squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy phone number five took her ass. She let out another moan as he entered her with a novel coating of lube on his stopcock and began to practise her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his rosehip, his nub levering around inside her anal retentive pit as if he was deliberately trying to stir up her guts. After a minute or so he went back to straight poke, accompanying every few jab with a cup palm savor on one or the early of her buttcheeks, eliciting loud smacking noises and leaving a stick gush on her skin.

At some point a second gear person sat on the bed next to her to trifle with her tits, presumably as a warmup for taking his go. The guy fucking her ass grunted a satisfied"yeeeahhh"as he added a second payload to the one already coating her inside and a one-sixth quickly replaced him, opting for her slit. It was all happening so quickly, so many different dick in straightaway succession, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching pussy muscles clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used golf hole making obscene squishing noises. Maybe because of this, number six lasted foresightful than the others and began to get quite rough, making the most of his staying power to really pass on it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her promontory and pressed his tip to her heave oral fissure, 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 ineffectual to smack or savour anything else.

"tone like we've softened her up enough."A male voice quipped as he exited the room. He sounded associate but Tegan couldn't shoes 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 damp discussion outside and some faint laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the guy cable were just taking a prisonbreak, leaving her here while they recharged and would fare back later, rallying for a second round .