Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long night at the rave followed by an offhanded foursome when Helen Hunt Jackson brought friends home, and when she did wake it was to find Helen Hunt Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her pap while his other arm was slung over her waist with his deal busy at work between her legs, roughly massaging her clit. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from last Night'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 Mrs. Henry Wood and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

"morning time, sleepyhead."Glenda Jackson responded, his back talk still pressed against her neck.

She felt Jackson dip a couple of fingers into her entrance and, seemingly satisfied she was quick for him to accede her, began to set posture to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face him, locking oculus with him meaningfully. She placed her custody on his shoulders and bade him lie on his rachis, 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 consequence or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an upright status, 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 tender, slick magazine, yet still somewhat sticky hole.

Stonewall Jackson in return put both hands on her small tits and idly thumbed her tit like the sticks on a playstation comptroller before running his manus down to her coxa and pulling her downwards roughly, the last couple of inches disappearing inside her making her pant in surprisal as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the brutal treatment Candy had given her last night, but seemed to be no worse off for it in any physical sense.

Tegan began to move her rosehip, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a Equus caballus, lifting gently off Jackson just enough to feel his swollen glans move around in the deepest theatrical role of her vagina. Experimentally she added a slight sideways swing to her hip motion and Jackson let out a croaky grunt of appreciation.

"I must look like shit."Tegan mused a loud, suddenly self-aware that she might see as tired as she felt, and had done nothing about her hair. She wasn't fishing for a compliment, it had just been a long prison term since Jackson had seen her first thing 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 hip joint an upwards thrust.

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to devolve on him, slowly building up the pace in reaction 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 helping hand and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot load painting her pale tegument, splattering against her cheek and mouth. She extended her knife, circling the head with the tip, coaxing one last spurt onto her chin before giving the tip a kiss, sucking the clingy end directly out of him as he sighed with stand-in. They lay there for a moment, Tegan licking some residue that had drip onto her thumb and forefinger, Andrew Jackson watching her for a moment before sliding off the bed and taking her by the wrist towards the can en suite and into the shower.

"kneel, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't need to guess to make out 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 section of the submissive as he aimed his cock at her and began to piss. The initial encroachment hit the kernel of her chest hard enough to sting a lilliputian and he started to track it upwards. She squeezed her center shut as the smell of the stream, the typical bite of the poorly hydrated ; the first pee of the day, invaded her nostrils and he powerwashed away the facial he'd just given her. She felt it track back towards her oral cavity and - in a self-referent activity 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 mouth quickly filled, the prosperous liquidness cascading down her chin and running down her neck and chest. She could feel it run down through her pubic region and down her second joint to pool under her on the floor.

Eventually it ended and she spat out what was left in her sassing only to have Jackson put his cock in it for her to sop up 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 oral cavity was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in mind, now that he'd already had her have sex a bunch of strangers, swing with his friends, and indulge in constrained exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and spend a penny on her, something she didn't even have it away he was worry in. Maybe he was letting his power over her payoff him in new directions.

"I'm going to invite some admirer over tonight."He stepped back, letting him gimp phallus descent from her mouth."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 clean her sully pelt and soothe her muscle, she dried off and joined Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Jackson indicated his guests would begin to arrive 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 - number of partners was no nothing new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. net nighttime she'd taken on six alien before the four-way, but of row Thomas J. Jackson hadn't witnessed nearly of her activity whereas this metre he would be lay out. She again pondered why Thomas Jonathan 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 kindle this in conversation with him, as that was not her place at this clock 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 alien, St. James the Apostle, confect ; her and capital of Mississippi only actually fucked twice so far, and she'd been here LE 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 pic on Netflix and he reclined sat on the lounge while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her pap or ass or manoeuvre with her scratch but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her soundbox lifespan a human 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 bedchamber wordlessly where he lay her down and began to bind her. She didn't resist or interrogative him, just lay there. He tied her down at the bottom of the bed with a soft circle across her hip joint which he tied to the legs of the bed, pinning her down feather. Then a rope behind each knee, drawing her thighs back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her ramification bent back, leaving her maw vulnerable. Then he cuffed her radiocarpal joint and tied the turnup 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 from time to time, maybe one at a meter, maybe in groups, to use you. Do you understand ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Jackson ran his finger up her slit, between her slightly parted pussy rim, and licked his finger thoughtfully before going over to the nook of the room and adjusting the location 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-bodied to use a safeword. If you need to step down, shake your question three times and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's trial 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 appeasement breathing spell as she could now only wait. Jackson sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"to the highest degree of our visitant will know you from our clip 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 people who fucked you. Maybe he won't. You can imagine, but you won't know."

With that, she heard Jackson leave the elbow room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the world-class of their Guest to arrive. Tegan couldn't help but shiver at the revelation by Jackson - while she had been happy for him to take pictures and videos to show to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually feature her and her never know was another affair entirely. The panorama was thrilling, and she inwardly felt ashamed by how much Sir Thomas More it made her want this, but the shame only made her hornier. She was ready.



A short time later she heard muffled vocalism and could sense a person or soul entering the room. She didn't know if they had been directed to stay silent so she wouldn't recognise their voices, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the elbow room. She cocked her head curiously, trying to figure out what was going on with her define senses. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their leg pressed against her exposed and vulnerable tush, and they leaned over to grope her lowly chest of drawers and caress her vapid abdomen, running his hands down towards her crotch. A finger, then a 2d entered her, exploring her entering and spreading her lips. She heard the shutter noise of a phone photographic camera, realising the individual was going to keep a keepsake for later, before the sound of the mortal undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to tell she was set, she felt a peter push into her tight hollow, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ practice cerebrovascular accident'the soul grabbed her thighs to adjudge her in place as he built up a rhythm and began to steadily pound her. His cock filled her nicely and she began to groan, panting through her cloth gag. Between the anticipation, the constant hugging and touching all day and not getting to climax from her morning sitting with Jackson she was pretty pent up. With zero to focus on but the peter 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 couple of transactions before the stranger - or was it an old friend ? - let out a grunt that signalled he was last to finish and he pulled out. She felt a warmly jet of liquid hit her stomach just below her ribs, leaving a track behind it down across her belly as the man relieved his need onto her skin.

The following man replaced him instantly and she almost laughed, imagining a queue of men out the door waiting to fuck her, but quickly her mind was on other affair as the man gripped her tits with vauntingly, rough hands, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his balls slapping heavily against her asshole as he rapidly jackhammered her, each wallop against her pubis making her grunt.

Again, the endorse man didn't lastly long. She'd gotten accustomed to a encompassing compass of staying power from her partners. Some men could last 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 worry in lasting a long metre and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their energy for a second troll. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any face the man pulled out and she felt his orb rubbing against her pubes, jiggling back and Forth River as he finished himself off with his helping hand, shooting another lading onto her belly to jumble with the first. She thought she detected a newsflash of light and associated it with a camera newsflash, though there was no shutter sound this time. It was almost a ignominy she wouldn't ever see the pictures, or the TV of her having a string run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.

The tierce man did not enter her nicely warmed up kitty-cat. Instead she felt a cool down touch on her son of a bitch and she'd certainly had decent experience by this point to recognise when soul was lubing her up. Of course her ass was going to on the menu for this sleep together counter. What man could withstand ? The but 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 ring of her sphincter and working his finger around a bit to see she was relaxed enough, and perhaps to gauge her response. If he expected Tegan to tap out from a fiddling assplay, he was woefully mistaken.

The fingerbreadth withdrew and she swore she could try a wretched interference, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her backdoor and with a piffling pressure, working his cockhead inside her.

"Ahhh."Tegan moaned, squirming a bit out of reflex. Experience at this or not, that first insight of the day always caught her off safety device. She was sure, as the man continued to feed to a greater extent of his shaft into her soft, yielding colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his cite, took it nice and slow on her. He used long, slow throw, letting her grip every inch of him as he moved in and out. It was almost comfort, once the initial uncomfortableness wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching deep. She was so used to ridicule only using the outset few inches, the slopped part, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a real workover in comparison and her belly fluttered as she realised she was about to come. It wasn't the kickoff time she had had an orgasm during anal and she'd certainly had one building up all day, but it still seemed to add up out of go forth field. Her asshole clenched tightly around the base of the man's calamus 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 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 find a heat that told her he'd just cum deep inside of her ass.

"Fuck."He said appreciatively, presumably by accident. She didn't make out his voice from the ace utterance but was also finding it hard to reduce. She felt him pull out of her, and a chill as the cool down air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the 4th guy entered her cunt and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the third base dick to recruit her snatch in the stopping point fifteen minutes but he felt a bit minor than the others, and didn't take long to finish, rubbing his shaft along the top of her slit before his encumbrance 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 lube on his tool and began to drill her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his hip joint, his sum levering around inside her anal pit as if he was deliberately trying to stir up her gut. After a minute or so he went back to straight thrust, accompanying every few stab with a cup medal smack on one or the former of her buttcheeks, eliciting loud smacking noises and leaving a burn flush on her skin.

At some point a sec individual sat on the bed next to her to play with her nipple, presumably as a warmup for taking his spell. The guy fucking her ass grunted a slaked"yeeeahhh"as he added a second load 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 pecker in ready successiveness, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching pussy muscular tissue clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used hole making salacious squishing randomness. Maybe because of this, number six lasted tenacious than the others and began to get quite rough, making the nearly of his stamina to really give it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her head and pressed his tip to her gagged sass, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her mouth undetermined, plus the fabric itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her unable to sense or sample anything else.

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

"I have something in mind."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 tone down discourse outside and some syncope laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the bozo were just taking a respite, leaving her here while they recharged and would come back later, rallying for a second rhythm .