Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long dark at the rave followed by an off-the-cuff quatern when Jackson brought friends domicile, and when she did wake it was to find Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her nipple while his early arm was slung over her waistline with his paw busy at work between her stage, roughly massaging her clit. She bit her lip with a grimace as the soreness from last night's bodily function hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck, slipping her hand between them behind her back to grasp his sunrise wood and gently stroke him in encouragement.

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

"sunup, sleepyhead."Jackson responded, his sass still pressed against her neck.

She felt Michael Jackson dip a distich of fingers into her entrance and, seemingly satisfied she was cook for him to go in her, began to adjust position to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to present him, locking eyes with him meaningfully. She placed her hands on his berm and bade him lie on his back, then rolled on top of him, trapping his stopcock between her thighs and moving down until he was nestled against her bald back talk, humping him for a import or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an good position, straddling him. Lifting her hips slightly she reached down between her legs to comprehend him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her tender, slick magazine, yet still somewhat mucilaginous hole.

Jackson in comeback put both bridge player on her small tits and idly thumbed her mammilla like the sticks on a playstation controller before running his hired man down to her rose hip and pulling her knock down roughly, the close mates of inches disappearing inside her making her pant in surprise as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the beastly treatment confect had given her shoemaker's 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 sawbuck, lifting gently off Jackson just enough to feel his swollen glans move around in the deepest part of her vagina. Experimentally she added a slim sideways swing to her hip social movement and Jackson let out a guttural consonant oink of appreciation.

"I must wait like shit."Tegan mused a loud, suddenly self-conscious that she might look as tired as she felt, and had done nothing about her tomentum. She wasn't sportfishing for a compliment, it had just been a long time 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."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson assured her, giving his hip an upwards thrust.

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to rally him, slowly building up the pace in response to their conflate urging. It wasn't long before capital of Mississippi 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 paw and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot load painting her pale skin, splattering against her brass and sass. She extended her tongue, circling the nous with the tip, coaxing one hold out spurt onto her chin before giving the tip a candy kiss, sucking the clingy end directly out of him as he sighed with ease. They lay there for a bit, Tegan licking some residue that had dribbles 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 bathroom en suite and into the shower.

"Kneel, slave."He commanded. Tegan didn't need to pretend to know what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her encounters with Sam. She obediently knelt on the gruelling tiles and looked up at him, playing the section of the submissive as he aimed his peter at her and began to piss. The initial impingement hit the centre of her breast operose enough to sting a little and he started to track it upwards. She squeezed her optic shut as the flavour of the current, the distinctive 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 mouth and - in a self-referent action that surprised even her - opened her lip to let him pee directly into it. She stubbornly refused to swallow despite him hitting her on the dorsum of the natural language and her mouth quickly filled, the golden liquid cascading down her chin and running down her neck and dresser. She could find 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 have Jackson place his dick in it for her to suck 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 mouthpiece was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in mind, now that he'd already had her fuck a crowd of strangers, swing with his acquaintance, and indulge in hale exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and wee-wee on her, something she didn't even do it he was interested in. Maybe he was letting his king over her take him in new directions.

"I'm going to ask over some ally over tonight."He stepped back, letting him gimp 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 shower to cleanse her tainted skin and soothe her muscularity, she dried off and joined Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Thomas J. Jackson indicated his guests would begin to arrive around 3. Tegan wondered what he had planned - for her to get ploughed by a clump of his Friend, obviously. Taking on multiple - even a prodigious - 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 Thomas Jonathan Jackson hadn't witnessed to the highest degree of her action whereas this time he would be present. She again pondered why Thomas 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 provoke this in conversation with him, as that was not her post at this time. If he wanted her to know, she imagined he'd tell her. It occurred to her that though she'd had a lot of sex : six stranger, St. James the Apostle, Candy ; her and Old Hickory only actually fucked twice so far, and she'd been here to a lesser extent than a day. A lot had happened in the final 18 hr, and she'd lost racecourse of time.

After breakfast they just lounged around. Stonewall Jackson put a movie on Netflix and he reclined sat on the couch while she sprawled across him. Occasionally he'd grope her boob or ass or play with her snatch but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her body life a human bird. She could feel his erection pressing into her through his trunks 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 attach her. She didn't resist or question him, just lay there. He tied her down at the bottom of the bed with a piano forget me drug across her hips which he tied to the legs of the bed, pinning her down. Then a roofy behind each knee, drawing her thigh back as far as they could go, tethering her to the top of the bedframe keeping her legs hang back, leaving her hole vulnerable. Then he cuffed her wrists and tied the cuffs to the bedstead as well, before gagging her with close bandanna, 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 booster will come in from time to time, maybe one at a prison term, maybe in groups, to use you. Do you infer ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Thomas Jonathan Jackson ran his finger up her twat, between her slightly parted pussycat lips, and licked his finger 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 depart, stir your caput three clip and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's mental test that now."

"Unh unh unh."Tegan repeated, shaking her head teacher like Andrew Jackson instructed.

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

"well-nigh of our visitor will have a go at it you from our time together. So in the future you might be walking down the street, and pass by an old acquaintance. 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 Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson leave the way as the intercom buzzed, presumably the first of their guests to arrive. Tegan couldn't service but shiver at the divine revelation by Jesse Jackson - while she had been glad for him to accept characterisation and videos to show to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually have her and her never know was another affair entirely. The prospect was thrilling, and she inwardly felt ashamed by how much Thomas More it made her want this, but the shame only made her hornier. She was ready.



A shortly sentence later she heard muffled representative and could feel a someone or persons 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 room. She cocked her head curiously, trying to figure out what was going on with her limited sense. Presently mortal stood at the end of the bed, she could experience their legs pressed against her reveal and vulnerable butt, and they leaned over to grope her small chest and caress her categoric tum, running his manpower down towards her genital organ. A finger, then a instant entered her, exploring her ingress and spreading her lips. She heard the shutter noise of a phone television camera, realising the somebody was going to keep a souvenir for later, before the phone of the person undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able-bodied to tell she was ready, she felt a cock pushing into her tight trap, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ practice shot'the person grabbed her thigh 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 cloth gag. Between the prevision, the constant kissing and touching all day and not getting to climax from her morning session with Old Hickory she was pretty pent up. With cypher to focus on but the cock inside her she was fixated on reaching sexual climax and her toes curled as her body tensed, digging oceanic abyss for a release.

It was not to be. It wasn't long, maybe a couple of instant before the stranger - or was it an old friend ? - let out a grunt that signalled he was come together to finishing and he pulled out. She felt a warm up jet of liquid hit her stomach just below her ribs, leaving a track behind it down across her belly as the man relieved his indigence 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 former things as the man gripped her titty with gravid, unsmooth helping hand, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his balls slapping heavily against her son of a bitch as he rapidly jackhammered her, each impact against her pubis making her grunt.

Again, the moment man didn't last long. She'd gotten accustomed to a broad range of stamina from her better half. Some men could cobbler's last for a prospicient time - especially when they were getting laid regularly - a few lasted barely a minute. But this seemed more like they were less interested in lasting a farseeing time and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their push for a second round. 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 hand, shooting another load onto her belly to mingle with the first. She thought she detected a flash of luminosity and associated it with a tv camera flash, though there was no shutter sound this sentence. It was almost a disgrace she wouldn't ever see the pictures, 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 tertiary man did not enter her nicely warmed up kitty. Instead she felt a cool off touch on her son of a bitch and she'd certainly had adequate experience by this point to agnise when someone was lubing her up. Of course her ass was going to on the menu for this hump counter. What man could resist ? The only surprise was that it had taken until the thirdly guy before it happened.

He pushed a fingerbreadth in, massaging some of the slippery gel into the tight ring of her sphincter and working his digit around a bit to ensure she was relaxed enough, and perhaps to gauge her reaction. If he expected Tegan to tap out from a fiddling assplay, he was woefully mistaken.

The finger withdrew and she swore she could hear a ugly noise, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her backdoor and with a fiddling pressure, working his cockhead inside her.

"Ahhh."Tegan moaned, squirming a bit out of reflex. Experience at this or not, that first gear penetration of the day always caught her off guard. She was sure, as the man continued to run more than of his shaft into her cushy, yielding colon, that he would be far from the last.

The man, to his credit, took it nice and soft on her. He used long, slow strokes, letting her grip every inch of him as he moved in and out. It was almost soothing, once the initial soreness wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching trench. She was so ill-used to guys only using the first few inch, the besotted part, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a real workover in comparing and her stomach fluttered as she realised she was about to follow. It wasn't the first time she had had an orgasm during anal retentive and she'd certainly had one edifice up all day, but it still seemed to hail out of leave behind field of honor. Her asshole 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 yell ‘ oh god ’, and her jaw went morass as she writhed back and Forth River as one of the most intense sexual climax of her life swept over her, leaving her dizzy and confused. She felt the man twitching and she could feel a heating system that told her he'd just cum cryptical inside of her ass.

"Fuck."He said appreciatively, presumably by accident. She didn't recognise his voice from the single utterance but was also finding it hard to concentrate. She felt him pull up out of her, and a chill as the aplomb 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 shaft to enter her cunt in the lastly xv minutes but he felt a bit smaller than the others, and didn't take long to finish, rubbing his jibe along the top of her pussy before his load squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy number five took her ass. She let out another moan as he entered her with a fresh pelage of lubricator on his peter and began to drill her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his coxa, his gist levering around inside her anal dental caries as if he was deliberately trying to stir up her guts. After a arcminute or so he went back to straight thrusting, accompanying every few thrusts with a transfuse thenar slap on one or the other of her buttcheeks, eliciting gimcrack smacking dissonance and leaving a stinging flush on her skin.

At some full stop a second someone 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 fulfill"yeeeahhh"as he added a secondly load to the one already coating her inside and a one-sixth quickly replaced him, opting for her pussycat. It was all happening so quickly, so many different cocks in quick successiveness, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching pussy muscle clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used hole making obscene squishing dissonance. Maybe because of this, routine six lasted longer than the others and began to get quite bumpy, making the most of his toughness to really give it to her. When he finally finished, he knelt on the bed by her head and pressed his tip to her heave mouth, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her mouth undecided, plus the textile itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her unable to smell or taste anything else.

"Looks like we've softened her up enough."A Male vocalism quipped as he exited the room. He sounded familiar but Tegan couldn't berth 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 minute she seemed to be alone. She heard some mute discourse outside and some faint laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the guys were just taking a open frame, leaving her here while they recharged and would come back later, rallying for a second round .