Tegan arrived at Jackson's flat shortly before 6pm Friday eventide and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the fondest memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a minuscule overnight bag which contained piffling else than her phone, notecase, paint, and a variety of clothes that she expected to wear out when she left Billy Sunday Night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Jesse Louis Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive speech to shock her, then he would probably be far more scandalise to learn about what she had been up to since their split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her earpiece at random separation, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most hardiness risky venture she'd had with him was the clip she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarettes with his mettle on her brass without telling her that she was too wino to notice her shirt wasn't covering her teat. That had been the accelerator for him wanting to get her naked in front line of his Quaker all the prison term, which had sent their relationship into a downward spiral as she fought against his immodesty by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her low collection of sex miniature that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her trip to the sex shop in fount Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lubricant, and the with child dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first time the cat had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled capital of Mississippi's articulation from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The door buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the lift. Their apartment had been in a fairly modern edifice in a new development. The fact that all the blockage and house had been developed by the one company made the neck of the woods boring and generic but at to the lowest degree it was affordable for the timber. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the sec floor then along the vestibule to the end. The door opened as she approached and Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the heavy doorway thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main support area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedchamber and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the bread and butter room which made up about half the boilers suit square footage and set her bag down, doing a slow twist as she refamiliarised herself with her former home plate. None of the furniture was different. The blinds were retracted giving floor to ceiling views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. Contrary to her expectations it was very fair and tidy, and she wondered if Helen Hunt Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a extra effort for her visit. There was one notability conflict, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the whole room. She regarded it impassively for a minute noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Michael Joe Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a duet of prospicient short pants and a faded loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't surely if you'd actually show."Thomas Jackson noted.

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

"Can I get you a deep brown ?"Jackson suggested."I just made a fresh pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Michael Jackson poured two kisser. He gave her a little milk and one shekels without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is passing awkward."Jackson said in an endeavor to demote the ice.

"I'm not sure why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee."To be honest I'm surprised I still have clothes on."

"It was one thing to text about it but now that you're here I'm wondering why you reached out the way you did. I mean that pic you sent me… I'm guessing all that didn't come from one dude."

"It did not."Tegan said casually."Don't concern, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

"How many guys have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Jackson asked.

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently unable to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to move thing along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will tell you everything. suffice it to say, I have experimented a lot. When we broke up, it was because I felt like you were pushing me to do affair I wasn't comfortable with, and I was tired of having to explicate that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be all the way I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to remain unattached for the foreseeable future tense - but I do think that if I had been able to name myself a twelvemonth ago, things might have been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to process me like the lady of pleasure you wished I was."

"That's quite a speech."Jackson responded wryly.

"I was practising on the campaign over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee to fill the surveil pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a moment Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to fall in him in the center of the room. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her hired hand and stood facing the camera.

"Since you're recording, can I get a transcript ?"Tegan asked.

"Sure."Jackson said, a note of surprise in his voice. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedroom proposition to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't charge ?"Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Thomas J. Jackson gripped her by the throat and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a deep breathing spell."You've been a busy short whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

"Yes what ?"Helen Hunt Jackson demanded, squeezing her pharynx a little harder.

"Yes Sir."Tegan said, her voice strained.

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"payoff off your clothes."Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her throat, turning away he stalked over to the photographic camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the concealment as he moved closer and took a sweeping shot of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the skirt of the dress and coyly did a one-half twist letting it playfully billow out for a moment before reaching behind her neck and untied the grayback keeping the straps covering her dresser in place and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the base, sliding down her slender skeletal system and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Jackson commented from his gonzo cameraman point of view as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one hired man to pinch one of her mammilla, keeping her face in the shot as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the lounge and spread your leg. starting line playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her second joint, tucking her hound up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy lips with her finger's breadth, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the camera than about genuinely pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a fingerbreadth into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to massage into her clit, finding herself excited by the context even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Jackson slowly panned the tv camera back up over her physical structure, focusing on her aspect and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her nipples, circling the outer boundary of her areola, giving him her in force try at seductive ‘ bedroom eyes ’.

"You've suit a lilliputian porn star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her face with his give up hand, sticking his thumb in her back talk which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye striking with the lens of the eye."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This puss miss me ?"Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her puss and found her wet initiative, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as Jackson kept the tv camera focused on her face.

"Yeah, I bet it did… that's why you've come crawling back. On your knees."Jackson wiped his digit off on her sass then backed up a stone's throw as Tegan slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor.

There was no chance of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawing string of his display board underdrawers, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to untie the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped disengage and she let his shorts nightfall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson was a safe size - certainly not Brobdingnagian, but definitely higher up average. She wrapped both script around the base, her fingers and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing More liveliness into his slowly stiffening rod. Old Hickory was using one handwriting to view as back his vest and the early keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to see to it he wasn't missing a detail.

keeping her paw around the al-Qa'ida of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to fondle the underside as she looked up at the television camera, using her lingua to stroke the undersurface. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not have come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and exciting prospect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his private collecting to savor in the lonely nights ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with friends ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would part it and point it to citizenry she used to know, the Sami people he always tried to show her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to feel disappointed that she didn't have a dwell audience for her weekend of volunteer sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his shaft with her backtalk, and one hand, idly caressing his second joint and low-toned belly with her other hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Jackson the lens of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly wamble the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her try. She was more than happy to take her time and make water it last, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his part, Jackson seemed to be so taken up with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his script on the back of her head.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her headway to his groin, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off sentry go before easing off enabling her to pull back a petty and take in some air, only to again force himself into her pharynx again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to brace her work force against his thighs as an natural defensive answer, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could finger herself going red in the case, her eyes watering slightly as Stonewall Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her spittle get smeared around her lips and all over her mentum. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouthpiece for as long as possible but when air became an issue she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her brain back, leaving her gasping against the couch.

"Lie back"he commanded, gesturing at the couch she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the late cushion and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"facing pages your legs."Thomas Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her heels on the edge of the couch either side of her, putting her little pussy on display for him again. Jackson held the photographic camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy mouth, grounds of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingerbreadth to skin back her labia, honest exposing her indulgent pink ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her spread head pussy for a moment he was finally unable to reject the siren call of her wet mess and moved himself into status, guiding his hard-on with one helping hand and trying to keep the camera steady with the early. Tegan obligingly held herself open and quick as she felt the flared forefront of his hammer press against her and find her entering. She let out a satisfied sigh and tilted her straits back as she felt him pushing into her slippery burrow and easily slide in until he was buried up to the hilt inside her.

When she looked back at him she found herself staring into the camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in superfluity, though this was to a greater extent out of innate reflex than any real feeling of shyness. She moaned as Stonewall Jackson began to motivate, again taking his sentence slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the camera down her slowly ripple dead body to show himself moving in and out.

"young lady this dick, sister ?"Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson taunted her. She wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not so she responded with a vaguely affirmative"mmhmm"for the benefit of the recording.

"I admit, I missed this kitty, this soaked piffling body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her thorax and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her tit making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her little tit duck soup back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over town but me, I haven't been laid since you walked out on me, so I've got a lot of catching up to do."

With that Jesse Jackson began to incite faster, doing his in effect to proceed the tv camera trained on their groyne as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to face some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her hands. Michael Joe Jackson released his clasp on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to maintain it focused on the natural action even as capital of Mississippi braced himself against the backrest of the couch and began to pound sterling her as fast as he could. It was a influence, rocky pounding that he threw his entire body weightiness into, with one design - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving move that gave no considerateness to anything but a knockout fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her limb shaking as she struggled to keep the activity in inning. Her eubstance was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Jesse Louis Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final stab he took her by the pelvis to drive himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching late inside respective times before the hot sensation of his seeded player pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in relief as his load spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening member caked with a mix of their fluids.

Jackson took the camera back from her and put one foot up on the couch, standing over her to portray himself to her face.

"Clean it up."Mahalia Jackson said bluntly. It occurred to Tegan that she had never done for him while they were together - she had always been shy about wanting to taste herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving oral sex. But that reticence felt like a different liveliness. She graciously opened her rima oris and took him in her sass, relishing the mix of flavor and texture of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of spittle and tongue before giving him one foresightful final suction, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an hearable pop.

"trade good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the sofa and moved the camera back to her pussy, presumably to conquer that freshly-fucked feeling and the gooey mess seeping out of her raped cut. Apparently satisfied Thomas J. Jackson panned the camera back up her physical structure to her face.

"wave arrivederci to your fans."Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the camera and blew a kiss.



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Mahalia Jackson shut off the television camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the couch watching Jackson casually go about his business concern. She thought about the picture, about watching herself in military action. Sometimes in her more utmost encounters of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed Acts of the Apostles she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some level she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in activeness, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch her home made porn, maybe even while fucking her. The thought made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"capital of Mississippi asked her, having finished with the camera.

"Just thinking about getting fucked while watching my own sex tape."Tegan confessed, as casually as she might consume asked for a shabu of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Mahalia Jackson queried wryly."We've barely started here."

"I know, but I guess I'm still horny."Tegan said with a shrug.

"Oh, you didn't get to come."Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

"No."Mahalia Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her heading to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to make out, are you ? You're here to please me."

Tegan looked up at him, her eye pleading submissively as he reminded her of her place.

"Do you understand, slut ?"Jesse Louis Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"Jackson demanded, releasing her jaw to enable her to verbalize clearly.

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"Good jade. Don't forget again, I don't want to scourge time punishing you instead of fucking you."Thomas J. Jackson said, pulling his trunks back on. He picked up her apparel and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Jackson didn't secernate her to clean herself up or put underclothes on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessary percentage of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did cypher about the mess he put inside her that clung to the walls of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Michael Joe Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the lift. They descended to the ground base in silence and strolled out of the building. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking length - but resisted the urge to ask. Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her piazza to eff. Unexpectedly, he began some loose chit-chat.

"So where are you living these twenty-four hour period anyway ?"He queried.

"A family a couple of suburb over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the east indicating a slightly nicer area of the greater metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to save up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't assist to massage his ego with it.

"Share firm ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being trendy with Whitney Moore Young Jr. hoi polloi who couldn't really afford to subsist there. Share living accommodations was vulgar. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for unfreeze. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty quiet down on sociable lately."Jackson commented, admitting he was keeping an eye on her from afar.

"I guess the things I've been in use with aren't really Facebook-friendly, Master."Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the general counselling of what passed for a commercial district in the arena, near to a train station, a supermarket and effortless dining.

"Guess not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close them let his script sleep on her ass as they sidled past a few masses trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busier orbit, belatedly commuters headed menage to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a pocket-size Mediterranean café and Michael Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outdoor area.

"fondness some dinner ? I haven't eaten yet."

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based query and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a behind, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her chairperson in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to need their drunkenness rules of order and go out them some menus to peruse. There was a curt silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his John L. H. Down, folding his manus in figurehead of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body language, though she sat just wanting to come out alert, while Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's concentrated to trust I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a whole tone that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had feelings for her - impression she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a test of her emotional declaration. It would have been light if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, headmaster. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to come in some formality. She had given him the basic essence during their text school term - she had to fill out this challenge, and it had to be with a former lover. She had left out the claim consideration of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how much she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex party and ended up with a lot of semen on her. He didn't know about the extent of the trials, or exactly how many men there were, details she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their potable and they seized the moment to place their food for thought monastic order. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a secondment while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't press her for Thomas More details.

"If solitary my friends could see you now."He said pointedly, referring to their previous variance.

"Isn't that what the picture is for ?"Tegan chided him dismissively.

"I mean in person."Stonewall Jackson brushed the innuendo aside, making no effort to deny it.

"What is it about showing me off that got you going, anyway ?"Tegan asked, leaning forward to mirror Jackson's body nomenclature."Was it about your protagonist seeing what you got to have, or about humiliating me ?"

"I dunno."Jesse Louis Jackson said, taking a sip of his drink."The idea just seemed fun. It got me going to call up about you flirting with other guys."

"So there was no very thought physical process behind it ? Or is this similar, a cuckold thing ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Mahalia Jackson said with a shrug."I would be involved. I think I just liked the mind of making you do stuff - but not to humble you. I wanted you to be into it."

"What if your buddies had gotten handsy ? Gotten more than just an eyeful ?"

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."Jackson said thoughtfully.

"well, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the next footstep ? Was I going to hoist up letting your Quaker match me ? Even fuck me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her genus Cola and took a long sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an opportunity to guess."Would you have let that pass ?"

"No."Jackson said, but Tegan wasn't sure he was being truthful.

"Why not ?"She countered.

"Because you were my young woman. I didn't really want them to stimulate a piece of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to cede that he was probably telling the Truth about not thinking it through and she didn't want to put a muffler on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the degree of frustration, but she did enquire how often he would have gone along with had she been willing to let him weightlift the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Old Hickory had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to pick up on the stiffness of the silence that had fallen between them.

"Is everything uh… ok here ?"She asked, taking her notepad out of her sack distractedly.

"Can I get another dieting nose candy, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a vivid smile.

"cypher for me."Thomas J. Jackson said distractedly.

"Sure."She left them alone again and Tegan started delicately picking at her dolmades with her finger delicately biting into one.

"Mm, cipher beats fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Jackson speared one of his kofta with his fork and swiped it through the tzatziki on his dental plate, taking a snack as his centre finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to have rallied as he grinned at her across the mesa."Eat up, you're going to need your push. ”