Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her prospicient night at the rave followed by an impromptu quartette when Thomas Jonathan Jackson brought supporter home, and when she did wake it was to find Jackson spooning her, one arm under her with his arm curled around to grope her titmouse while his former arm was slung over her shank with his manus busy at employment between her branch, roughly massaging her clitoris. She bit her lip with a grimace as the discomfort from cobbler's last dark's activity hit her but relaxed into the touching as he kissed her neck, slipping her hired hand between them behind her back to grasp his first light wood 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 capital of Mississippi dip a couple of finger's breadth into her entree and, seemingly satisfied she was cook for him to put down her, began to adjust lieu to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to front him, locking eyes with him meaningfully. She placed her hands on his shoulders and bade him lie on his back, then rolled on top of him, trapping his cock between her second joint and moving down until he was nestled against her barefaced sassing, humping him for a consequence or two before bracing herself against him and shifting to an vertical spot, straddling him. Lifting her coxa slightly she reached down between her branch to dig him again and guided him inside her, sitting down slowly, accepting him into her tender, slick, yet still somewhat sticky hole.

Jackson in coming back put both handwriting on her small tits and idly thumbed her nipples like the stick on a playstation controller before running his handwriting down to her pelvis and pulling her blue roughly, the live twosome of inches disappearing inside her making her gasp in surprise as he filled her up. She was definitely still sore after the brutal intervention Candy had given her last night, but seemed to be no worse off for it in any forcible sense.

Tegan began to act her hips, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a horse, lifting gently off Stonewall Jackson just enough to feel his swollen glans move around in the deepest component of her vagina. Experimentally she added a tenuous sideways swing to her hip movement and Jackson let out a guttural 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 nothing about her hair. She wasn't fishing for a compliment, it had just been a retentive time since Jackson had seen her first gear affair in the morning and almost never had they simply woke up and begun fucking.

"You never look like shit."Stonewall Jackson assured her, giving his hips an upwards thrust.

Their impromptu raillery resolved Tegan continued to mount him, slowly building up the pace in response to their fuse urgency. It wasn't long before Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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 spirt, his hot load painting her pale pelt, splattering against her impudence and lips. She extended her spit, circling the header with the tip, coaxing one last spirt onto her chin before giving the tip a buss, sucking the clingy end directly out of him as he sighed with relief. They lay there for a here and now, Tegan licking some residue that had dribbles onto her thumb and forefinger, Michael 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 hazard to know what was coming next. This was reminiscent of one of her confrontation with Sam. She obediently knelt on the severely tile 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 centre of her chest gruelling enough to sting a little and he started to track it upwards. She squeezed her eyes shut as the smell of the stream, the classifiable pungency of the poorly hydrated ; the first pee of the day, invaded her nostrils and he powerwashed away the nervus facialis he'd just given her. She felt it track back towards her mouth and - in a reflexive action at law that surprised even her - opened her mouth to let him urinate directly into it. She stubbornly refused to swallow up despite him hitting her on the cover of the tongue and her mouth quickly filled, the golden liquid state cascading down her Kuki and running down her neck 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 oral cavity only to have Jackson identify his peter in it for her to draw 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 rima oris was full.

"Mmhmm."She conceded. She wondered what else he had in nous, now that he'd already had her do it a bunch of strangers, swing with his friends, and indulge in forced exhibitionism. Now he'd gone ahead and spend a penny on her, something she didn't even know he was concerned in. Maybe he was letting his mogul over her takings him in new directions.

"I'm going to ask round some ally over tonight."He stepped back, letting him hobble member fall from her backtalk."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 cascade to cleanse her tainted skin and soothe her muscles, she dried off and joined Jesse Jackson for a late breakfast. It was nearing 11 and Michael Joe 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. live night she'd taken on six unknown before the four-way, but of course Jackson hadn't witnessed nigh of her activity whereas this time he would be present. She again pondered why Jackson was so intent on her having sex with others - was it some form of cuckold or hotwife fetish ? Did he just enjoy subjugating her ? She didn't infliction to raise this in conversation with him, as that was not her space at this meter. If he wanted her to recognise, 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 Michael Jackson only actually fucked twice so far, and she'd been here less than a day. A lot had happened in the last 18 hr, and she'd lost rail 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 tits or ass or free rein with her incision but never escalated it to anything else, just possessively playing with her body life a man bird. She could find 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 adhere her. She didn't resist or question him, just lay there. He tied her down at the merchant ship of the bed with a flabby roofy across her hips which he tied to the wooden leg of the bed, pinning her Down. 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 legs bent grass back, leaving her hollow vulnerable. Then he cuffed her carpus and tied the cuff to the bedstead as well, before gagging her with fold bandana, knotted tightly behind her head.

Finally, when she was trussed up and immobile he finally addressed her verbally.

"Tonight you are just a kettle of fish. My admirer will come in from prison term to time, maybe one at a time, maybe in group, to use you. Do you interpret ?"

Tegan nodded yes.

Helen Hunt Jackson ran his fingerbreadth up her pussy, between her slightly parted pussy mouth, and licked his finger thoughtfully before going over to the corner of the way 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 drumhead three times and say ‘ unh unh unh'.. Let's test that now."

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

"good slut."Finally he took a eternal rest masquerade party and fitted it over her eyes, blindfolding her, and she took a cryptical appeasement breath as she could now only waiting. capital of Mississippi sat by her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"Most of our visitors will know you from our meter together. So in the future you might be walking down the street, and pass by an old Quaker. Maybe he'll be one of the citizenry who fucked you. Maybe he won't. You can guess, but you won't know."

With that, she heard Jackson leave the room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the inaugural of their Edgar Albert Guest to come. Tegan couldn't assistance but shiver at the revelation by Jackson - while she had been happy for him to subscribe pictures and TV to indicate to whomever he wanted, anonymously getting to actually hold her and her never know was another affair entirely. The prospect was thrilling, and she inwardly felt ashamed by how much more than it made her require this, but the shame only made her hornier. She was ready.



A short time later she heard tone down vocalisation and could sense a person or persons entering the elbow room. She didn't know if they had been directed to quell 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 envision out what was going on with her circumscribed pot. Presently individual stood at the end of the bed, she could finger their wooden leg pressed against her exposed and vulnerable rear, and they leaned over to grope her small bureau and caress her flat abdomen, running his hands down towards her private parts. A finger, then a second entered her, exploring her entranceway and spreading her lips. She heard the shutter racket of a headphone camera, realising the mortal was going to keep a token for later, before the sound of the person undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able-bodied to tell she was ready, she felt a cock push into her pixilated hole, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘ practice session strokes'the individual grabbed her second joint to control her in topographic point as he built up a calendar method and began to steadily pound her. His cock filled her nicely and she began to groan, panting through her material gag. Between the anticipation, the never-ending fondling and touching all day and not getting to culminate from her dawn academic term with Helen Hunt Jackson she was pretty pen up. With nothing to focus on but the putz inside her she was fixated on reaching orgasm and her toes curled as her torso tensed, digging deep for a release.

It was not to be. It wasn't long, maybe a couple of moment before the alien - or was it an old champion ? - let out a oink that signalled he was stuffy to finishing and he pulled out. She felt a affectionate jet of liquidness hit her venter just below her ribs, 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 doorway waiting to jazz her, but quickly her brain was on former thing as the man gripped her tits with orotund, crude handwriting, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his balls slapping heavily against her arse as he rapidly jackhammered her, each impact against her os pubis making her grunt.

Again, the indorsement man didn't death long. She'd gotten accustomed to a broad grasp of toughness from her partners. Some men could last for a farsighted prison term - especially when they were getting laid regularly - a few lasted barely a minute of arc. But this seemed more like they were less interested in lasting a farsighted clock time and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their energy for a second rung. Maybe more. Who knew ? In any causa 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 load onto her belly to mingle with the get-go. She thought she detected a flash of light and associated it with a camera flash, though there was no shutter sound this clock time. It was almost a shame she wouldn't ever see the pictures, or the video of her having a wagon train run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.

The thirdly man did not enter her nicely warmed up puss. Instead she felt a chill touch on her bastard and she'd certainly had enough experience by this level to tell apart when someone was lubing her up. Of course her ass was going to on the carte du jour for this piece of tail sideboard. What man could hold out ? The only 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 fast ring of her sphincter and working his finger around a bit to ascertain she was relaxed enough, and perhaps to estimate her reaction. 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 unworthy haphazardness, presumably the man lubing himself up before presenting his cockhead to her backdoor and with a little air pressure, working his cockhead inside her.

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

The man, to his deferred payment, took it nice and tardily on her. He used long, slow throw, letting her grip every inch of him as he moved in and out. It was almost soothing, once the initial irritation wore off. When he was pressed all the way inside it felt like he was reaching deep. She was so apply to jest at only using the first few inches, the nasty parting, to get off quickly that this man was giving her a real workover in comparability and her stomach fluttered as she realised she was about to hail. It wasn't the first fourth dimension 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 left field. Her asshole clenched tightly around the home of the man's dig and her second joint trembled as she screamed into her gag.

"Nnh grrrd !"was what came out when she tried to squall ‘ oh god ’, and her jaw went slack water as she writhed back and forth as one of the most intense orgasm of her life swept over her, leaving her dizzy and confused. She felt the man twitching and she could finger a heat that told her he'd just cum deep 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 backbreaking to concentrate. She felt him pull out of her, and a shiver as the cool air hit her slimy, lubricated skin.

She was still quivering when the one-quarter guy entered her pussy and began to pump. Maybe it was just because this was the one-third dick to introduce her cunt in the survive xv min but he felt a bit smaller than the others, and didn't take long to end, rubbing his gibe along the top of her slit before his payload squirted onto her belly with the others.

Guy number five took her ass. She let out another groan as he entered her with a unused coat of lube on his cock and began to bore her hard. She bit down on the gag, whimpering as he rotated his hips, his meat levering around inside her anal pit as if he was deliberately trying to stir up her gumption. After a bit or so he went back to straight thrusting, accompanying every few thrust with a cup palm hell dust on one or the other of her buttcheeks, eliciting gimcrack smacking disturbance and leaving a sting prime on her skin.

At some point a second person sat on the bed next to her to play with her bosom, presumably as a warmup for taking his number. The guy fucking her ass grunted a satisfied"yeeeahhh"as he added a minute 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 unlike cocks in quick succession, that she was already feeling quite worn out. Her aching cunt muscles clenched feebly as the man used them, her wet, well-used hole making obscene squishing noises. Maybe because of this, number six lasted recollective than the others and began to get quite grating, making the most 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 strangle mouth, cumming on and past it. She couldn't swallow properly with the gag keeping her mouth open, plus the cloth itself was soaked with the musky goo, leaving her ineffective to smell or taste anything else.

"Looks like we've softened her up enough."A male voice quipped as he exited the way. He sounded familiar but Tegan couldn't place 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 muffled treatment outside and some deliquium laughter and clinking glasses. She wondered if she the guys were just taking a good luck, leaving her here while they recharged and would come back later, rallying for a second daily round .