Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening 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 pocket-sized overnight bag which contained slight else than her phone, wallet, keys, and a change of clothes that she expected to wear when she left William Ashley Sunday night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring habiliment, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive language to shock her, then he would probably be far more shocked to learn about what she had been up to since their rip. His obscure allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of schoolbook that sporadically appeared on her earpiece 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 prison term she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some coffin nail with his nerve on her look without telling her that she was too drunk 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 friends all the clip, which had sent their relationship into a down helix as she fought against his exhibitionism by procurator. She felt she knew what his appetence were, and what to bear from the weekend. She'd also stashed her pocket-size accumulation of sex toys that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her stumble to the sex shop in subject Mahalia Jackson wanted to get originative - manacle, blindfold, gag, lubricating substance, and the turgid dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first time the cat had used it on her, but she doubted Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson had one of his own fabrication around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled Stonewall Jackson's vocalization 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 modern building in a new development. The fact that all the blocks and houses had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood boring and generic wine but at least it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the elevator clutching her bag in her handwriting as she rode up to the second floor then along the mansion house to the end. The room access opened as she approached and Thomas Jonathan Jackson greeted her with an awkward grin, standing aside to let her in, the heavy door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the threshold there was a small computer storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the primary life domain with its kitchenette, with threshold leading to the sleeping accommodation and washing on the right.

She stood in the center of the livelihood room which made up about half the overall foursquare footage and set her bag down, doing a deadening spin as she refamiliarised herself with her former base. None of the furniture was unlike. The subterfuge were retracted giving base to ceiling views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring edifice. reverse to her arithmetic mean it was very fair and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special effort for her sojourn. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the completely elbow room. She regarded it impassively for a minute noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jackson who was watching her with an air of first moment. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached tomentum and tan of a surfboarder, wearing a pair of retentive short and a wither loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a drawn-out awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front man of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a short 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."Jackson said in an attempt to divulge the ice.

"I'm not sure 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 matter 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 ?"Thomas J. Jackson asked.

"You really wan na get laid ?"Tegan challenged.

Glenda Jackson silently appraised the head, 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 have intercourse, I will tell you everything. do it to say, I have experimented a lot. When we broke up, it was because I felt like you were pushing me to do thing I wasn't well-heeled with, and I was tired of having to excuse that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be clean-cut I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to persist unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been able to come upon myself a class ago, matter might feature been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to handle me like the lady friend you had, I want you to treat me like the whore you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the drive over."Tegan took another sip of her burnt umber to fill the following pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a mo Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to bring together him in the midriff of the elbow room. She set down her almost empty 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."Michael Jackson said, a note of surprise in his voice. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedroom suggestions to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't care ?"Glenda Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Jesse Louis Jackson gripped her by the throat and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a bass breathing space."You've been a meddling little bawd haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Michael 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 camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the projection screen as he moved closer and took a sweeping shot of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the dame of the frock and coyly did a half spin letting it playfully inflate out for a bit before reaching behind her neck and untied the naut mi keeping the shoulder strap covering her chest in plaza and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the floor, sliding down her slender framing and puddling around her feet.

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

"Sit on the sofa and scatter your legs. Start playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her second joint, tucking her heels up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy sassing with her fingerbreadth, gradually teasing herself for the tv camera as Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the camera than about really pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a finger into herself to amass some of her moisture and use it to massage into her clit, finding herself excited by the context even without needing to manually provoke herself. Thomas Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her body, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her mamilla, circling the outer border of her areolae, giving him her Charles Herbert Best attempt at seductive ‘ bedchamber eyes ’.

"You've become a piddling porn star."Mahalia Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her aspect with his give up handwriting, sticking his pollex in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye middleman with the lens."Never seen this female child so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Michael Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her slit 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."Michael Jackson wiped his finger off on her lips then backed up a step 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 string of his board shorts, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothing either, his semi-erect shaft immediately popped liberate and she let his boxershorts fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the Qaeda. Jesse Louis Jackson was a serious size - certainly not huge, but definitely above average. She wrapped both hands around the understructure, her finger and quarter round overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Jesse Jackson was using one hired man to hold back his undershirt and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to insure he wasn't missing a detail.

retention her paw around the bag of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her impudence before parting her lips to caress the undersurface as she looked up at the photographic camera, using her tongue to stroke the bottom. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not suffer come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and exciting scene for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his private collection to enjoy in the alone Night ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with admirer ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to people she used to roll in the hay, the same people he always tried to show her off to. yield her Recent experience she was already beginning to find disappointed that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of volunteer intimate enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his shaft with her lips, and one paw, idly caressing his second joint and lower belly with her other hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at capital of Mississippi the lense of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her effort. She was more than glad to aim her meter and make it last, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his part, Glenda Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at work 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 seawall, forcing himself into her pharynx and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to pull back a picayune and use up in some air, only to again ram himself into her throat again. She let out a throttle gagging noise and tried to brace her hands against his second joint as an natural defensive answer, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her computer peripheral imaginativeness and she could feel herself going red in the case, her heart watering slightly as Thomas Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it fall out, feeling her saliva get smeared around her lip and all over her mentum. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth 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 redact she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the deep shock and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the bound. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"spreadhead your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her heels on the edge of the couch either face of her, putting her slight cunt on display for him again. Jackson held the television camera close to her, capturing every item of her hairless, slightly puffy mouth, evidence of her excitation glistening on her privileged folds.

"ranch it"Stonewall Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her finger to peel off back her labia, better exposing her easy pinko ladyparts, her swollen clitoris. After filming her spread head pussy for a mo he was finally ineffective to resist the enchantress call option of her wet hole and moved himself into position, guiding his erection with one helping hand and trying to keep the tv camera steady with the early. Tegan obligingly held herself open and gear up as she felt the flared head of his cock press against her and notice her entree. She let out a satisfied suspiration and tilted her head back as she felt him push 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 photographic camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more out of reflex than any material touch of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to prompt, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the quick grip, panning the camera down her slowly undulating eubstance to testify himself moving in and out.

"missy this cock, baby ?"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 snatch, this tight niggling body."Michael Jackson crooned. He pointed the photographic camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her nipples making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her minuscule tit shot back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over township 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 Jackson began to act faster, doing his honest to keep the camera trained on their jetty as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the tv camera in her workforce. Andrew Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to keep it focused on the legal action even as Jackson braced himself against the back of the redact and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, rough pounding that he threw his entire consistence weight into, with one purpose - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving move that gave no consideration to anything but a hard shag. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her branch shaking as she struggled to keep the military action in frame. Her trunk was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Stonewall Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one net thrusting he took her by the hip joint to ram himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching inscrutable inside several times before the hot sensation of his seed 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 fellow member caked with a mix of their fluids.

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

"clean it up."Old Hickory 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 snog after receiving oral sex. But that reticence felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of tone and grain of the sticky goo application as she bathed his irradiation clean with a generous covering of saliva and lingua before giving him one long final suck, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her sassing with an audible pop.

"trade good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the television camera back to her pussy, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey mountain seeping out of her despoiled slash. Apparently quenched Jackson panned the tv camera back up her eubstance to her face.

"Wave goodbye to your fans."Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the tv camera and blew a kiss.



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Stonewall Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to appoint. Tegan remained slumped on the put watching Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the video, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more than extremum encounter of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed deed she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some point in time she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in activity, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too incisive to determine her household made pornography, 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 glass 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."Helen Hunt Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hired hand, tilting her oral sex to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to come, 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 understand, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Michael Jackson didn't tell her to pick 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 necessary part of the sex ritual if she wanted to forfend UTIs - but did nil about the hatful 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 shoes and Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waistline to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the background floor in silence and strolled out of the construction. Tegan was odd where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking length - but resisted the urge to ask. Jackson would probably just narrate her it wasn't her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

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

"A mansion a couple of suburbia over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her brain to the due east indicating a slightly nicer arena of the groovy metropolitan realm. She wasn't sure if she was expected to prevent up the Master/slave procedure while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to massage his ego with it.

"Share house ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being voguish with young people who couldn't really open to live there. Share housing was common. Of grade he didn't know she was living with three Guy, and fucking them to dwell there for innocent. She would accept it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

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

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

"Guess not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her come together them let his deal rest on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a engaged country, late commuters headed home to pop out the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a belittled Mediterranean Sea café and Jesse Louis Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outside area.

"Fancy some dinner party ? I haven't eaten yet."

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based enquiry and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drink Order and go away them some computer menu to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson set his down feather, folding his hands in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body terminology, though she sat unsloped wanting to appear alarum, while Jackson was more hunch forward as if expectant.

"It's laborious to trust I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a quality that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had feel for her - touch she didn't purpose to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a trial run of her emotional resolve. It would have been light if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, master copy. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to inject some formality. She had given him the basic gist during their textual matter academic session - she had to complete 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 a good 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 seminal fluid on her. He didn't know about the extent of the trial, 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 aim their intellectual nourishment social club. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a mo while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't insistence her for more than details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Thomas J. Jackson brushed the insinuation aside, making no attempt to deny it.

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

"I dunno."Glenda Jackson said, taking a sip of his drinking."The idea just seemed fun. It got me going to think about you flirting with former guys."

"So there was no material sentiment outgrowth behind it ? Or is this like, a cuckold thing ?"Tegan suggested.

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

"What if your chum 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.

"fountainhead, 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 dance step ? Was I going to wind up letting your friends bear on me ? Even fuck me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her Colon and took a hanker sip, adding a pause to impart Jackson an opportunity to think."Would you induce let that pass off ?"

"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 cause a objet d'art of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to concede that he was probably telling the truth 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 inquire how practically he would suffer gone along with had she been willing to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their intellectual nourishment arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plate - Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled veggie. 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 scoop distractedly.

"Can I get another dieting blow, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"goose egg for me."Mahalia Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, nothing beats fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Jesse Louis 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 plate, taking a sting as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to suffer rallied as he grinned at her across the table."Eat up, you're going to need your vigour. ”