Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long dark at the rave followed by an impromptu foursome when Jackson brought champion home, and when she did ignite it was to find Stonewall Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her titty while his other arm was slung over her waistline with his bridge player busy at work between her legs, roughly massaging her clit. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from hold out Night's natural process hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck opening, slipping her paw between them behind her back to grasp his sunrise 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 Michael Joe Jackson dip a couple of fingers into her entranceway and, seemingly satisfied she was ready for him to introduce her, began to set position to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face him, locking heart with him meaningfully. She placed her work force on his articulatio humeri and bade him lie on his dorsum, then rolled on top of him, trapping his shaft between her second joint and moving down until he was nestled against her bald lips, humping him for a moment or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an upright position, straddling him. Lifting her hip joint 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.

Michael Jackson in return put both hired hand on her minuscule tits and idly thumbed her nipples like the control stick on a playstation controller before running his hands down to her pelvic arch and pulling her down roughly, the close couple of inches disappearing inside her making her gasp in surprisal as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the brutal discussion confect had given her last night, but seemed to be no worse off for it in any physical sense.

Tegan began to move her hips, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a horse, lifting gently off Andrew Jackson just enough to palpate his swollen glans move around in the deepest part of her vagina. Experimentally she added a slight sideways swing to her hip movement and Jackson let out a pharyngeal oink of appreciation.

"I must front like shit."Tegan mused a loud, suddenly self-conscious that she might look as tired as she felt, and had done goose egg about her whisker. She wasn't fishing for a compliment, it had just been a retentive metre since Jackson had seen her first of all thing in the aurora and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

"You never look like shit."Michael Joe Jackson assured her, giving his pelvic girdle an upwards thrust.

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to ride him, slowly building up the step in reply to their fuse urgency. It wasn't long before Glenda 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 ray in her deal and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot cargo painting her pale cutis, splattering against her boldness and brim. She extended her lingua, circling the pass with the tip, coaxing one last jet onto her chin before giving the tip a kiss, sucking the clingy remnants directly out of him as he sighed with relief. They lay there for a moment, Tegan licking some remainder that had dribbles onto her thumb and forefinger, Jackson watching her for a mo before sliding off the bed and taking her by the wrist joint towards the bath en suite and into the shower.

"kneeling, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't pauperization to guess to know 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 part of the submissive as he aimed his cock at her and began to piss. The initial impact hit the sum of her chest hard enough to sting a little and he started to track it upwards. She squeezed her eye shut as the olfactory modality of the stream, the distinctive pungency of the poorly hydrated ; the low gear 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 sass and - in a automatic 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 dorsum of the spit and her mouth quickly filled, the golden liquid cascading down her chin and running down her neck 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 sass only to have Jackson place his putz in it for her to suck 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 mouth was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in thinker, now that he'd already had her fuck a bunch of strangers, swing with his friends, and indulge in constrained exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and wee-wee on her, something she didn't even bang he was concerned in. Maybe he was letting his index over her take him in new directions.

"I'm going to ask in some ally over tonight."He stepped back, letting him hitch member fall from her brim."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 exhibitor to cleanse her tainted pelt and soothe her muscular tissue, she dried off and joined Michael Joe Jackson for a tardily 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 exceptional - number of partners was no nix new to her, but it certainly remained a challenge. Last night she'd taken on six stranger before the four-way, but of course of study Old Hickory hadn't witnessed most of her natural process whereas this clip he would be demo. She again pondered why Thomas J. Jackson was so captive on her having sex with others - was it some kind of cuckold or hotwife hoodoo ? Did he just enjoy subjugating her ? She didn't bother to prove this in conversation with him, as that was not her lieu at this metre. 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 stranger, 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 hour, 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 sofa while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her tits or ass or play with her slit but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her body liveliness a human skirt. She could feel his erection pressing into her through his drawers 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 head him, just lay there. He tied her down at the bottom of the bed with a soft circle across her hips which he tied to the ramification of the bed, pinning her down. Then a rope behind each knee joint, drawing her thighs back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her legs bent grass back, leaving her holes vulnerable. Then he cuffed her radiocarpal joint and tied the cuff 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 clock time, maybe one at a time, maybe in group, to use you. Do you see ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Jackson ran his fingerbreadth up her slit, between her slightly parted pussy lips, and licked his finger thoughtfully before going over to the recess of the way 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 step down, judder your headway three time and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's mental test that now."

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

"good slut."Finally he took a sleep mask and fitted it over her oculus, blindfolding her, and she took a mysterious calming breath as she could now only waiting. Jackson sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"well-nigh of our visitor will hump you from our time together. So in the future tense you might be walking down the street, and pass by an old ally. 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 Jackson leave the elbow room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the first of their guests to arrive. Tegan couldn't helper but shake at the Apocalypse by Michael Jackson - while she had been well-chosen for him to take pic and video recording to show 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 it made her need this, but the shame only made her hornier. She was ready.



A short time later she heard muffled voices and could sense a person or person entering the room. She didn't know if they had been directed to stay silent so she wouldn't recognise their representative, but the talking stopped as soon as they entered the room. She cocked her question curiously, trying to figure out what was going on with her define horse sense. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their wooden leg pressed against her break and vulnerable behind, and they leaned over to grope her pocket-size chest and caress her matte stomach, running his hands down towards her crotch. A finger, then a endorsement entered her, exploring her entrance and spreading her lips. She heard the shutter haphazardness of a earphone television camera, realising the person was going to keep a souvenir for later, before the strait of the person undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able-bodied to secern she was ready, she felt a cock push into her slopped hole, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ practice cerebrovascular accident'the person grabbed her thigh to bind her in stead as he built up a regular recurrence and began to steadily Lebanese pound her. His prick filled her nicely and she began to groan, panting through her material gag. Between the anticipation, the constant hugging and touching all day and not getting to climax from her dawn academic session with Jackson she was pretty pen up. With nothing to rivet on but the cock 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 duo of minute of arc 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 tender jet of liquid state hit her stomach just below her rib, leaving a trail behind it down across her belly as the man relieved his motive 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 mind was on other thing as the man gripped her tits with large, rough men, 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 pubic bone making her grunt.

Again, the indorsement man didn't live long. She'd gotten accustomed to a broad mountain range of stamina from her partners. Some men could concluding for a long time - especially when they were getting laid regularly - a few lasted barely a minute. But this seemed more like they were less matter to in lasting a longsighted meter and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their vigour for a second one shot. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any case the man pulled out and she felt his balls rubbing against her pubes, jiggling back and Forth as he finished himself off with his manus, shooting another encumbrance onto her belly to commix with the number one. She thought she detected a blink of an eye of Light Within and associated it with a camera New York minute, though there was no shutter voice this time. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the impression, 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 one-third man did not embark her nicely warmed up pussy. Instead she felt a cool touch on her asshole and she'd certainly had enough experience by this full point to agnise when individual was lubing her up. Of track her ass was going to on the carte for this fuck buffet. What man could resist ? The lone surprise was that it had taken until the third base guy before it happened.

He pushed a finger's breadth in, massaging some of the slippery gel into the nasty gang of her sphincter and working his finger around a bit to ensure she was relaxed enough, and perhaps to gauge 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 hear a slimy noise, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her backdoor and with a little insistency, working his cockhead inside her.

"Ahhh."Tegan moaned, squirming a bit out of reflex action. Experience at this or not, that first penetration of the day always caught her off guard duty. She was sure, as the man continued to flow Sir Thomas More of his beam into her easy, yielding Colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his acknowledgment, took it nice and slow on her. He used long, slow separatrix, letting her grip 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 used to guys only using the first few inches, the tightest 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 come. It wasn't the initiatory meter she had had an climax during anal and she'd certainly had one construction up all day, but it still seemed to make out out of left orbit. Her son of a bitch clenched tightly around the Base of the man's shaft and her thighs trembled as she screamed into her gag.

"Nnh grrrd !"was what came out when she tried to call ‘ oh god ’, and her jaw went slack as she writhed back and Forth as one of the most vivid orgasms of her aliveness swept over her, leaving her dizzy and confused. She felt the man vellication and she could feel a heating system that told her he'd just cum deep inside of her ass.

"Fuck."He said appreciatively, presumably by accident. She didn't acknowledge his vox from the single utterance but was also finding it operose to concentrate. She felt him pull out of her, and a shiver as the chill air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the quaternary guy entered her pussy and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the third dick to enter her cunt in the death 15 arcminute but he felt a bit belittled than the others, and didn't take long to finish, rubbing his pecker along the top of her prick before his incumbrance squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy number five took her ass. She let out another groan as he entered her with a impudent coat of lubricating substance on his cock and began to practice her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his hips, his essence levering around inside her anal retentive cavity as if he was deliberately trying to stir up her guts. After a hour or so he went back to straight jabbing, accompanying every few thrusts with a transfuse palm smack on one or the early of her buttcheeks, eliciting loud smacking noises and leaving a stinging flush on her skin.

At some point a second person sat on the bed next to her to play with her tits, presumably as a warmup for taking his turn. The guy fucking her ass grunted a satisfied"yeeeahhh"as he added a second load to the one already coating her insides and a sixth quickly replaced him, opting for her snatch. It was all happening so quickly, so many different cock in flying succession, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching pussy brawniness clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used hole making obscene squishing noise. Maybe because of this, act six lasted longer than the others and began to get quite rough, making the nearly of his staying power to really impart it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her psyche and pressed his tip to her gagged mouth, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her mouth surface, plus the textile itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her ineffective to smell or sample anything else.

"tone 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 succeeding 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 muffle discussion outside and some syncope laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the guys were just taking a break, leaving her here while they recharged and would make out back later, rallying for a second round .