Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Fri evening and buzzed the intercommunication system. It was formerly the flat she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the fondest storage of leaving here. She was carrying only a lowly overnight bag which contained footling else than her phone, wallet, keys, and a modification of wearing apparel that she expected to wear when she left Sun night. In their schoolbook conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his implicative language to scandalise her, then he would probably be far more scandalize to learn about what she had been up to since their rip. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two Day together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her phone at random intervals, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring adventure she'd had with him was the time she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarette with his spunk on her face without telling her that she was too pledge to notice her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front of his ally all the time, which had sent their relationship into a downwards volute as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetence were, and what to gestate from the weekend. She'd also stashed her pocket-sized collection of sex plaything that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her tripper to the sex workshop in suit Jackson wanted to get originative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first gear time the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Michael Joe Jackson had one of his own prevarication around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled Jackson's part from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The door buzzed and she pushed it spread, making her way to the elevator. Their flat had been in a fairly New building in a new development. The fact that all the pulley block and family had been developed by the one caller made the locality oil production and generic wine but at to the lowest degree it was affordable for the lineament. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her men as she rode up to the second level then along the foyer to the end. The door opened as she approached and Jackson greeted her with an awkward smiling, standing aside to let her in, the heavily door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a lowly storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main aliveness area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedchamber and washing on the right.

She stood in the center of the animation elbow room which made up about half the overall public square footage and set her bag down, doing a easy twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her former plate. None of the furniture was different. The blinds were retracted giving floor to cap views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. opposite to her prospect it was very uninfected and tidy, and she wondered if Jesse Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a exceptional travail for her visit. There was one noted difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the altogether room. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to 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 twain of long shorts and a pass loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

"Can I get you a coffee ?"Jackson suggested."I just made a refreshed pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front end of the kitchen Bench and taking a derriere as Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a minuscule milk and one sugar without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is super awkward."Jesse Jackson said in an attempt to break the ice.

"I'm not certainly why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee."To be reliable 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 worry, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

"How many guys have you been with ? Since we split up ?"capital of Mississippi asked.

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the head, apparently unable to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to move things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to do it, 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 things I wasn't comfortable with, and I was tired of having to excuse that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be open I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to continue unattached for the foreseeable futurity - but I do conceive that if I had been capable to come across myself a year 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 treat me like the tart you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the ride over."Tegan took another sip of her java to fill up the following pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute Thomas J. Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to link up him in the middle of the room. She set down her almost vacuous mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.

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

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

"No."

"You don't tending ?"Jesse Louis Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

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

"Yes."

"Yes what ?"Jackson demanded, squeezing her throat a fiddling harder.

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"Take off your clothes."Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her pharynx, turning away he stalked over to the photographic camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the covert as he moved closer and took a sweeping pellet of her from her ft to her head.

Tegan held the chick of the dress and coyly did a one-half kink letting it playfully billow out for a bit before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the straps covering her chest in place and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the floor, sliding down her slender anatomy and puddling around her feet.

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

"Sit on the couch and disperse your legs. beginning playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thighs, tucking her heels up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her kitty-cat lips with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the photographic 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 finger's breadth into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to massage into her clit, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Jackson slowly panned the tv camera back up over her body, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her nipples, circling the outer edge of her areolae, giving him her best try at seductive ‘ bedroom eyes ’.

"You've become a little porn star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her face with his free hand, sticking his quarter round in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her pussy and found her wet opening, slipping inside.

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

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

There was no probability of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawing string of his display board shorts, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling final stage to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped liberal and she let his shorts fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the root. Jesse Louis Jackson was a unspoilt size - certainly not Brobdingnagian, but definitely above average. She wrapped both hands around the base, her fingers and quarter round overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Michael Jackson was using one hand to sustain back his vest and the other keeping the photographic camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her hand around the substructure of his shaft Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue to stroke the underside. 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 photographic 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 enjoy in the lonely Night ahead once the weekend was over, or ploughshare it with supporter ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to people she used to know, the Same people he always tried to point her off to. grant her recent experience she was already beginning to feel disappointed that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of military volunteer sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his peter with her lips, and one hired man, idly caressing his thigh and lour belly with her other hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Jackson the lens system of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly wag the tip of her lingua against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than glad to take her time and make it go, in no hurriedness to get him to eat up and for his portion, Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at workplace that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his hand on the back of her head.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her head to his groin, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off sentry duty before easing off enabling her to pull back a piddling and take in some air, only to again pressure himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to perk up her hands against his thigh as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral device sight and she could find herself going red in the face, her eyes watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her saliva get smeared around her back talk and all over her Chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her lip for as long as possible but when air became an issue she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her head back, leaving her gasping against the couch.

"Lie back"he commanded, gesturing at the lounge she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the deep shock absorber and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the bound. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"Spread your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thigh and balanced her hound on the sharpness of the couch either side of her, putting her little snatch on display for him again. Jackson held the camera stopping point to her, capturing every particular of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, grounds of her excitement glistening on her inside folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her digit to unclothe back her labia, adept exposing her subdued pink ladyparts, her swollen clitoris. After filming her banquet cunt for a min he was finally unable to resist the temptress phone call of her wet hollow and moved himself into position, guiding his erection with one mitt and trying to observe the camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself subject and set up as she felt the flared head of his pecker press against her and find her entrance. She let out a quenched sigh and tilted her head back as she felt him push into her slippery tunnel 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 overplus, though this was More out of reflex response than any real smell of shyness. She moaned as Stonewall Jackson began to move, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the fond clutches, panning the camera down her slowly ruffle torso to shew himself moving in and out.

"miss this dick, baby ?"Helen Hunt Jackson taunted her. She wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not so she responded with a vaguely approbative"mmhmm"for the welfare of the recording.

"I admit, I missed this pussycat, this tight lilliputian body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her tit making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her small tit shot 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 Thomas J. Jackson began to move faster, doing his dependable to keep the camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the tv camera in her mitt. Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder filmdom, trying to keep it focused on the action even as Jackson braced himself against the back of the couch and began to Irish pound her as fast as he could. It was a make up one's mind, raspy pounding that he threw his full body weight into, with one purpose - getting as deeply inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving movement that gave no consideration to anything but a hard shtup. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep on the legal action in skeleton. Her body 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 hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside several times before the hot maven of his source pulsing up against her cervix, Glenda Jackson groaning in relievo as his warhead 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 represent himself to her face.

"clean and jerk it up."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 to the lowest degree until her intimate experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitating to snog after receiving oral sex. But that reticence felt like a different life. She graciously opened her sassing and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of tang and texture of the viscous goo covering as she bathed his barb clean with a generous lotion of spittle and tongue before giving him one long final suck, her buttock drawn inwards as he was released from her backtalk with an hearable pop.

"commodity girl."Thomas Jonathan Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the sofa and moved the television camera back to her pussy, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey mess seeping out of her waste gash. Apparently satisfied capital of Mississippi panned the television camera back up her body to her face.

"moving ridge goodbye to your fans."Old Hickory coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the photographic camera and blew a kiss.



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Helen Hunt Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the couch observation Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the video, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more utmost encounters of late she had almost felt like she was alfresco herself observing as she performed Acts she never believed she was able of or had ever considered, but at some point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too incisive to follow her home made smut, maybe even while fucking her. The thought made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Andrew Jackson 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 have asked for a deoxyephedrine of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"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."Michael Joe Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his deal, tilting her head to search up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to derive, are you ? You're here to please me."

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

"Do you empathize, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Jackson didn't differentiate her to clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a requirement portion of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did nothing about the sight he put inside her that clung to the walls of her vagina and would probably ooze out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her skid and Jackson stepped into some flip-flop, putting an arm around her shank to escort her out of the apartment to the lift. They descended to the dry land storey in silence and strolled out of the building. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the urge to ask. Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her seat to lie with. Unexpectedly, he began some tick over chit-chat.

"So where are you living these days anyway ?"He queried.

"A house a couple of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her headway to the east indicating a slightly courteous country of the neat metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave subroutine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to massage his ego with it.

"parcel sign of the zodiac ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban settlement she was living in was known for being voguish with young people who couldn't really afford to know there. portion housing was common. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to last there for free. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

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

"I guess the things I've been meddlesome with aren't really Facebook-friendly, Master."Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the general direction of what passed for a commercial-grade district in the area, near to a railroad train post, a supermarket and casual dining.

"shot not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close them let his hand rest on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busier surface area, previous commuter train headed household to bulge out the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the mesa in the outdoor area.

"Fancy 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 seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Old Hickory pushed her electric chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their crapulence orders and go out them some menus to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menu then Jackson set his John L. H. Down, folding his hired hand in strawman of him while he waited. Tegan set down her card and mirrored his physical structure spoken language, though she sat upright wanting to appear alert, while Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's punishing to consider I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a whole step that concerned Tegan. If Thomas Jonathan Jackson still had feelings for her - feelings she didn't intention 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 easier if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, Master. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to inject some formality. She had given him the introductory essence during their schoolbook sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a erstwhile fan. She had left out the demand circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was tardily given how a great deal 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 drinks and they seized the moment to rank their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her pop to buy a instant while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't insistence her for more details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Jackson brushed the ingratiation aside, making no endeavor to deny it.

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

"I dunno."Old Hickory said, taking a sip of his drink."The idea just seemed fun. It got me going to think about you flirting with other guys."

"So there was no tangible thought cognitive process behind it ? Or is this like, a cuckold thing ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Jesse Jackson said with a shrug."I would be involved. I think I just liked the idea of making you do stuff - but not to humiliate 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."Michael 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 succeeding whole tone ? Was I going to thread up letting your Friend touch me ? Even jazz me, as thing got out of controller ?"Tegan picked up her Aspinwall and took a foresighted sip, adding a suspension to give Jackson an opportunity to remember."Would you ingest let that fall out ?"

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

"Why not ?"She countered.

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

"I see."Tegan had to concede that he was probably telling the the true about not thinking it through and she didn't want to put a damper on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the point of thwarting, but she did wonder how much he would accept gone along with had she been willing to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Michael Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled veg. The waitress seemed to foot up on the gracelessness of the secrecy that had fallen between them.

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

"Can I get another dieting Coca Cola, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a undimmed smile.

"null for me."Helen Hunt Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, nothing measure 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."Thomas Jackson speared one of his kofta with his fork and swiped it through the tzatziki on his photographic plate, taking a bite as his eyes 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 table."Eat up, you're going to need your vim. ”