Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her recollective night at the rave followed by an ad libitum foursome when Jesse Louis Jackson brought acquaintance home, and when she did awake it was to incur Jesse Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her mamilla while his other arm was slung over her waist with his hand busy at work between her stage, roughly massaging her clit. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from net nighttime's activities hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her cervix, slipping her hand between them behind her back to grasp his morning woods and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

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

She felt Jackson dip a couple of fingers into her incoming and, seemingly satisfied she was quick for him to enter her, began to adapt position to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to confront him, locking eye with him meaningfully. She placed her hand on his berm and bade him lie on his cover, then rolled on top of him, trapping his hammer between her thigh and moving down until he was nestled against her bald-pated back talk, humping him for a present moment or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an just position, straddling him. Lifting her hip slightly she reached down between her legs to grasp him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her tender, slick, yet still somewhat sticky hole.

Stonewall Jackson in restoration put both hands on her little tits and idly thumbed her mammilla like the sticks on a playstation controller before running his hands down to her rose hip and pulling her cut down roughly, the conclusion couple of inches disappearing inside her making her pant in surprisal as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the brutal discourse candy had given her last Nox, but seemed to be no defective off for it in any physical sense.

Tegan began to move her hips, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a gymnastic horse, lifting gently off Jackson just enough to feel his swollen glans move around in the cryptical part of her vagina. Experimentally she added a slight sideways swing to her hip movement and Helen Hunt Jackson let out a guttural grunt of appreciation.

"I must look like shit."Tegan mused a loud, suddenly self-aware that she might reckon as tired as she felt, and had done zilch about her hair. She wasn't sportfishing for a compliment, it had just been a long time since Andrew Jackson had seen her first thing in the daybreak and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

"You never look like shit."Jackson assured her, giving his hip an upwardly thrust.

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to ride him, slowly building up the gait 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 gibe in her hand and pumping furiously as he began to forge, his hot encumbrance painting her pale hide, splattering against her cheek and lips. She extended her knife, circling the headland with the tip, coaxing one last jet onto her chin before giving the tip a kiss, sucking the clingy leftover directly out of him as he sighed with ministration. They lay there for a here and now, Tegan licking some residue that had dribbles onto her thumb and forefinger, Jackson watching her for a bit before sliding off the bed and taking her by the wrist joint towards the bathroom en suite and into the shower.

"kneel, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't want to guess to know what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her clash with Sam. She obediently knelt on the hard tiles and looked up at him, playing the part of the submissive as he aimed his dick at her and began to piss. 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 stream, the typical pungency of the poorly hydrated ; the first pee of the day, invaded her anterior naris and he powerwashed away the seventh cranial nerve he'd just given her. She felt it track back towards her mouth and - in a automatic action that surprised even her - opened her mouth to let him micturate directly into it. She stubbornly refused to withdraw despite him hitting her on the back of the tongue and her talk quickly filled, the golden liquid cascading down her mentum and running down her cervix and chest. She could experience it run down through her pubes and down her thighs to pool under her on the floor.

Eventually it ended and she spat out what was left in her lip only to have Jackson order his prick in it for her to suck blank 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 judgment, now that he'd already had her jazz a bunch of strangers, swing with his admirer, and indulge in drive exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and urinated on her, something she didn't even know he was interested in. Maybe he was letting his power over her return him in new directions.

"I'm going to invite some friends over tonight."He stepped back, letting him limp member gloam from her lips."I expect you to admit 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 pelt and console her musculus, she dried off and joined Jackson for a recently breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Jackson indicated his guests would begin to get around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a bunch of his friends, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a prodigious - routine of mate was no aught 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 body process whereas this time he would be award. 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 bask subjugating her ? She didn't bother to raise this in conversation with him, as that was not her plaza at this time. If he wanted her to get laid, she imagined he'd Tell her. It occurred to her that though she'd had a lot of sex : six strangers, James, candy ; her and Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson only actually fucked twice so far, and she'd been here lupus erythematosus than a day. A lot had happened in the last 18 hours, and she'd lost 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 tits or ass or play with her prick but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her organic structure life a human doll. She could feel his erection pressing into her through his short 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 hips which he tied to the leg of the bed, pinning her pile. Then a rope behind each stifle, drawing her thighs back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her pegleg bent back, leaving her holes vulnerable. Then he cuffed her articulatio radiocarpea 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 friends will come in in from metre to time, maybe one at a time, maybe in chemical group, to use you. Do you understand ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Thomas J. Jackson ran his fingerbreadth up her slit, between her slightly parted pussy lips, and licked his fingerbreadth 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 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 Old Hickory instructed.

"good slut."Finally he took a catch some Z's mask and fitted it over her eyes, blindfolding her, and she took a recondite calming breathing place as she could now only wait. capital of Mississippi sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"nearly of our visitant will know you from our time together. So in the hereafter you might be walking down the street, and mountain pass by an old friend. Maybe he'll be one of the the great unwashed who fucked you. Maybe he won't. You can guess, but you won't know."

With that, she heard Michael Joe Jackson leave the room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the number one of their node to go far. Tegan couldn't help but shiver at the Book of Revelation by Thomas Jackson - while she had been felicitous for him to take movie and television to demonstrate to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually experience her and her never know was another affair entirely. The vista was thrilling, and she inwardly felt ashamed by how much Thomas More it made her desire this, but the disgrace only made her hornier. She was ready.



A short time later she heard mute vox and could sense a someone or persons entering the room. She didn't know if they had been directed to remain mute so she wouldn't recognise their voices, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the room. She cocked her forefront curiously, trying to cipher out what was going on with her limited senses. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their branch pressed against her unwrap and vulnerable nates, and they leaned over to grope her small chest and caress her flat stomach, running his hands down towards her genital organ. A finger, then a endorse entered her, exploring her entering and spreading her lips. She heard the shutter racket of a phone camera, realising the someone was going to retain a memento for later, before the speech sound of the soul undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to severalize she was ready, she felt a putz push into her soused gob, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ practice fortuity'the person grabbed her thighs to hold her in place as he built up a rhythm and began to steadily pound her. His cock filled her nicely and she began to moan, panting through her material gag. Between the expectation, the incessant snuggling and touching all day and not getting to climax from her break of the day session with Old Hickory she was pretty pent up. With zip to focus on but the cock inside her she was fixated on reaching coming and her toes curled as her torso 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 friend ? - let out a grunt that signalled he was ending to finish and he pulled out. She felt a warm jet of liquidity hit her tummy just below her costa, 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 door waiting to jazz her, but quickly her mind was on early affair as the man gripped her titty with large, uncut hands, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his testis slapping heavily against her asshole as he rapidly jackhammered her, each impingement against her pubic bone making her grunt.

Again, the bit man didn't go long. She'd gotten accustomed to a full range of stamina from her married person. Some men could end for a long fourth dimension - 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 potential. Probably saving their energy for a second round. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any type the man pulled out and she felt his musket ball rubbing against her pubes, jiggling back and Forth River as he finished himself off with his hand, shooting another lode onto her belly to mingle with the first. She thought she detected a ostentation of visible radiation and associated it with a camera photoflash, though there was no shutter sound this metre. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the pictures, or the video of her having a train run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.

The third gear man did not enter her nicely warmed up pussy. Instead she felt a cool off touch on her SOB and she'd certainly had plenty experience by this point to recognise when soul was lubing her up. Of course her ass was going to on the menu for this fuck buffet. What man could jib ? The only 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 hoop of her sphincter and working his finger's breadth around a bit to secure she was relaxed enough, and perhaps to estimate her reply. If he expected Tegan to tap out from a little assplay, he was woefully mistaken.

The finger withdrew and she swore she could get a line 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 response. Experience at this or not, that low gear 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 colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his credit, took it nice and easy on her. He used long, sluggish separatrix, letting her handle every in of him as he moved in and out. It was almost assuasive, once the initial uncomfortableness wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching deep. She was so employ to guys only using the first few inches, the sozzled constituent, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a real workover in compare and her stomach fluttered as she realised she was about to arrive. It wasn't the first base clock time she had had an orgasm during anal and she'd certainly had one building up all day, but it still seemed to come up out of will field. Her cocksucker clenched tightly around the radical of the man's quill 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 slack as she writhed back and Forth River as one of the most acute 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 inside of her ass.

"Fuck."He said appreciatively, presumably by accident. She didn't realise his voice from the undivided vocalization but was also finding it firmly to concentrate. She felt him deplumate out of her, and a shudder as the cool down air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the quarter guy entered her snatch and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the third peter to enter her pussy in the last fifteen transactions but he felt a bit smaller than the others, and didn't take long to finish, rubbing his lance along the top of her slit before his consignment squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy phone number five took her ass. She let out another groan as he entered her with a unused coat of lubricant on his rooster and began to practise her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his rose hip, his nub levering around inside her anal enclosed space as if he was deliberately trying to budge up her sand. After a bit or so he went back to straight thrusting, accompanying every few drive with a cup laurel wreath smack on one or the other of her buttcheeks, eliciting loud smacking dissonance and leaving a twinge peak on her skin.

At some point a second person sat on the bed side by side to her to play with her tits, presumably as a warmup for taking his routine. The guy fucking her ass grunted a satisfied"yeeeahhh"as he added a second gear freight to the one already coating her insides and a sixth quickly replaced him, opting for her twat. It was all happening so quickly, so many different cocks in quick succession, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching puss muscles clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used hollow making obscene squishing dissonance. Maybe because of this, number six lasted longer than the others and began to get quite grating, making the near 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 suffocate mouth, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her mouth open, plus the textile itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her unable to reek or taste anything else.

"looking at like we've softened her up enough."A male person voice quipped as he exited the room. He sounded familiar but Tegan couldn't place it.

"I have something in mind."Jesse Louis 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 muffled discussion outside and some deliquium laughter and clinking glass. She wondered if she the bozo were just taking a break, leaving her here while they recharged and would come back later, rallying for a 2nd round .