House Slut - S01 E117

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House Slut - S01 E117

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 117

Eventually it ended and she spat out what was left in her mouth only to have Jackson place his cock 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 mouth was full.

“Mmhmm.” She conceded. She wondered what else he had in mind, now that he’d already had her fuck a bunch of strangers, swing with his friends, and indulge in forced exhibitionism. Now he’d gone ahead and urinated on her, something she didn’t even know he was interested in. Maybe he was letting his power over her take him in new directions.

“I’m going to invite some friends over tonight.” He stepped back, letting him limp member fall from her lips. “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 muscles, 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. Last night she’d taken on six strangers before the four-way, but of course Jackson hadn’t witnessed most 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 kind of cuckold or hotwife fetish? Did he just enjoy subjugating her? She didn’t bother to raise this in conversation with him, as that was not her place 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 strangers, 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 hours, 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 couch 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 life a human doll. 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 bedroom wordlessly where he lay her down and began to bind her. She didn’t resist or question him, just lay there. He tied her down at the bottom of the bed with a soft rope across her hips which he tied to the legs 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 back, leaving her holes vulnerable. Then he cuffed her wrists and tied the cuffs 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 time, maybe in groups, to use you. Do you understand?”

Tegan nodded yes.

Jackson ran his finger up her slit, between her slightly parted pussy 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 quit, shake your head 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 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.

“Most of our visitors will know you from our time 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 guess, but you won’t know.”

With that, she heard Jackson leave the room as the intercom buzzed, presumably the first of their guests 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 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 want 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 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 senses. Presently someone stood at the end of the bed, she could feel their legs pressed against her exposed and vulnerable butt, and they leaned over to grope her small chest and caress her flat stomach, running his hands down towards her crotch. A finger, then a second entered her, exploring her entrance and spreading her lips. She heard the shutter noise of a phone camera, realising the person was going to keep a souvenir for later, before the sound of the person undressing.

Without much further ado, obviously able to tell she was ready, she felt a cock push into her tight hole, gliding almost effortlessly from her wetness. After a few ‘practice strokes’ the person grabbed her thighs 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 anticipation, the constant fondling and touching all day and not getting to climax from her morning session with Jackson she was pretty pent up. With nothing to focus 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 couple of minutes 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 warm jet of liquid hit her stomach 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 door waiting to fuck her, but quickly her mind was on other things as the man gripped her tits with large, rough hands, pressing down with his bodyweight as he fucked her, his balls slapping heavily against her asshole as he rapidly jackhammered her, each impact against her pubis making her grunt.

Again, the second man didn’t last long. She’d gotten accustomed to a broad range of stamina from her partners. Some men could last 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 interested in lasting a long time and deliberately cumming as soon as possible. Probably saving their energy 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 light and associated it with a camera flash, though there was no shutter sound this time. It was almost a shame she wouldn’t ever see the pictures, or the video of her having a train run on her, because she wondered how she looked, all trussed up and smeared with jizz.