House Slut - S01 E116

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House Slut - S01 E116

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 116

"All Trussed Up"

Tegan's Second Night Of Submission To Her Ex Begin In Earnest.

Tegan had passed out quite thoroughly after her long night at the rave followed by an impromptu foursome when Jackson brought friends 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 tits while his other arm was slung over her waist with his hand 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 neck, slipping her hand between them behind her back to grasp his morning 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 Jackson dip a couple of fingers into her entrance and, seemingly satisfied she was ready for him to enter her, began to adjust position to do so. Tegan pulled away and turned over to face 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 thighs 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 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, yet still somewhat sticky hole.

Jackson in return put both hands on her small tits and idly thumbed her nipples like the sticks on a playstation controller before running his hands down to her hips and pulling her down roughly, the last couple of inches disappearing inside her making her gasp in surprise 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 hips, slowly rolling them back and forward as if riding a horse, lifting gently off Jackson just enough to feel 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 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 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.” Jackson assured her, giving his hips an upwards thrust.

Their impromptu banter resolved Tegan continued to ride him, slowly building up the pace 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 shaft in her hand and pumping furiously as he began to spurt, his hot load painting her pale skin, splattering against her cheek and lips. She extended her tongue, circling the head with the tip, coaxing one last spurt 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 residue that had dribbles onto her thumb and forefinger, 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 guess to know 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 part of the submissive as he aimed his cock 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 distinctive pungency 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 reflexive 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 back of the tongue 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 thighs to pool under her on the floor.