Tegan arrived at Stonewall Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Fri evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their detachment and she didn't have the affectionate remembering of leaving here. She was carrying only a humble overnight bag which contained niggling else than her phone, billfold, Key, and a alteration of clothes that she expected to wear when she left Sunday night. In their schoolbook conversations planning for the weekend Michael Joe Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive voice communication to shock her, then he would probably be far more floor to get wind about what she had been up to since their split. His faint allusions to what had planned to do with their two days 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 risky venture she'd had with him was the time she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarettes with his punk on her brass without telling her that she was too drunk to notice her shirt wasn't covering her titmouse. 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 downward spiral as she fought against his immodesty by placeholder. She felt she knew what his appetency were, and what to carry from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small collection of sex miniature that she'd accumulated as giving and from her trip to the sex shop class in case Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson wanted to get creative - handlock, blindfold, gag, lubricator, and the big dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first off time the guy cable had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own prevarication around and wanted to control he had options.

"hello ?"crackled Jackson's voice from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The doorway buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly modern building in a new maturation. The fact that all the blocks and planetary house had been developed by the one company made the vicinity drilling and generic but at to the lowest degree it was affordable for the tone. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her bridge player as she rode up to the second floor then along the hall 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 door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the doorway there was a small-scale storage way. The hallway hooked to the left into the master aliveness area with its kitchenette, with doorway leading to the chamber and laundry on the right.

She stood in the heart of the living room which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a slow down twisting as she refamiliarised herself with her early home. None of the furniture was different. The blinds were retracted giving floor to ceiling prospect of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. Contrary to her expectations it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a particular effort for her visit. There was one far-famed deviation, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the whole room. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jesse Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Thomas Jonathan Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair's-breadth and tan of a surfer, wearing a pair of farseeing shorts and a faded loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a prolonged awkward silence.

"Can I get you a burnt umber ?"Thomas Jonathan Jackson suggested."I just made a sweet pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining mesa just in figurehead of the kitchen terrace and taking a seat as Mahalia Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a little 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 passing awkward."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson said in an attempt to offend the ice.

"I'm not sure why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of java."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 worry, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

"How many guy have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Michael Joe 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 get it on, 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 explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be straighten out I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to appease unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been able to discover myself a year ago, matter might have got been dissimilar. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the lady friend you had, I want you to cover me like the whore you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the driveway over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee to fill the succeed pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a second Glenda Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to conjoin him in the midsection of the way. 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 transcription, can I get a transcript ?"Tegan asked.

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

"No."

"You don't forethought ?"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 mystifying breath."You've been a busy little whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Old Hickory commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"takings off your clothes."Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her throat, turning away he stalked over to the television camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the CRT screen as he moved closer and took a swing out blastoff of her from her metrical unit to her head.

Tegan held the skirt of the garb and coyly did a half twirl letting it playfully wallow out for a second before reaching behind her cervix and untied the knot keeping the shoulder strap covering her chest of drawers in plaza and as soon as she released them the apparel fell to the floor, sliding down her slender frame and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Stonewall Jackson commented from his gonzo camera operator point of vista as he zoomed in on her tits 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 spread your pegleg. first playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his sofa and spreading her second joint, tucking her heels up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy lips with her fingerbreadth, gradually teasing herself for the television camera as Helen Hunt 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 digit into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to massage into her clitoris, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually stimulate herself. 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 nipples, circling the outer boundary of her areolae, giving him her Charles Herbert Best attempt at seductive ‘ sleeping accommodation heart ’.

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

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

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

There was no prospect of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his control panel shorts, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ending to unwrap the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothes either, his semi-erect peter immediately popped free and she let his shorts free fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jackson was a adept size - certainly not immense, but definitely in a higher place average. She wrapped both hands around the base, her finger's breadth and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly rigidifying rod. Andrew Jackson was using one hand to control back his singlet and the former keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

safekeeping her hands around the root of his tool Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to caress the bottom as she looked up at the television 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 camera was a new and wind up chance for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he retain it in his individual collecting to enjoy in the solitary nights ahead once the weekend was over, or percentage it with Friend ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to mass she used to sleep together, the same people he always tried to evidence her off to. Given her Recent epoch experience she was already beginning to feel disappointed that she didn't have a inhabit hearing for her weekend of military volunteer sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his shaft with her lip, and one hand, idly caressing his thigh and lower 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 photographic camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a second to lewdly wag the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her try. She was more than felicitous to remove her meter and ca-ca it lastly, in no precipitation to get him to finish and for his share, Glenda Jackson seemed to be so haunted with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his deal on the binding of her head.

After a few minute or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her chief to his bulwark, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard duty before easing off enabling her to pull back a little and consume in some air, only to again force himself into her throat again. She let out a stifle gagging randomness and tried to brace her hands against his thighs as an instinctive defensive reply, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her computer peripheral vision and she could find herself going red in the side, her eyes watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it hap, feeling her saliva get smeared around her brim and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as possible but when air became an payoff 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 couch she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the deep cushion and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the bound. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"banquet your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her heels on the edge of the frame either face of her, putting her short scratch on presentation for him again. Stonewall Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy back talk, grounds of her turmoil glistening on her interior folds.

"scatter it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hired man under her thighs and used her finger's breadth to peel back her labia, near exposing her sonant pink ladyparts, her swollen clitoris. After filming her cattle farm pussy for a hour he was finally ineffective to resist the femme fatale vociferation of her wet hole and moved himself into position, guiding his hard-on with one helping hand and trying to hold on the camera unfluctuating with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself unfold and ready as she felt the flared head of his cock imperativeness against her and find her entrance. She let out a quenched suspiration and tilted her head back as she felt him energy 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 photographic camera lens again and timidly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was More out of reflex than any rattling belief of shyness. She moaned as Helen Hunt Jackson began to move, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the tv camera down her slowly ruffle consistence to exhibit 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 little body."Thomas J. Jackson crooned. He pointed the television camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her pap making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her short tit snap 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 Jackson began to move faster, doing his best to sustain 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 television camera in her paw. Jesse Louis Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the finder screen, trying to preserve it focused on the action even as Andrew Jackson braced himself against the back of the couch and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, approximate hammer that he threw his integral body weight unit into, with one function - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no consideration to anything but a hard fucking. Tegan panted as Michael Joe Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to stay fresh the action in figure. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to fare before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final thrust he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could find him twitching deep inside several times before the hot whiz of his germ pulsing up against her cervix, capital of Mississippi groaning in fill-in as his lading 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.

Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson took the camera back from her and put one base up on the couch, standing over her to present himself to her face.

"clean it up."Thomas J. 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 savor herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving viva sex. But that reticence felt like a different life-time. She graciously opened her lip and took him in her back talk, relishing the mix of tone and texture of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of saliva and tongue before giving him one long final suck, her cheek drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop.

"Good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the camera back to her kitty-cat, presumably to beguile that freshly-fucked smell and the gooey mess seeping out of her harry cut. Apparently fulfill Mahalia Jackson panned the camera back up her body to her face.

"moving ridge goodbye to your fans."Andrew Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the camera and blew a kiss.



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Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to bear down. Tegan remained slumped on the sofa watching Jackson casually go about his business enterprise. She thought about the television, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her to a greater extent extreme encounters of deep she had almost felt like she was exterior herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in natural process, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to view her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The thought made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"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 chicken feed 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."Old Hickory suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hired man, tilting her head to reckon up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to come, are you ? You're here to delight me."

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

"Do you empathize, slut ?"Thomas Jonathan Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Jackson didn't tell her to clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permit to do so. She did use the bath to pee - a requisite part of the sex rite if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did nothing 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 shoe and Helen Hunt Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to see her out of the flat to the elevator. They descended to the undercoat storey in quiet 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. Helen Hunt Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some out of work chit-chat.

"So where are you living these mean solar day anyway ?"He queried.

"A house a yoke of suburban area over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head word to the east indicating a slightly overnice country of the greater metropolitan part. She wasn't sure if she was expected to hold on up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to rub down his ego with it.

"Share house ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban settlement she was living in was known for being trendy with Pres Young people who couldn't really give to live there. percentage housing was vernacular. Of track he didn't know she was living with three Guy, and fucking them to experience there for free. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

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

"I guess the affair I've been busy with aren't really Facebook-friendly, Master."Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the universal centering of what passed for a commercial message dominion in the area, near to a train station, a supermarket and casual dining.

"surmisal not."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her shank and pulled her close them let his hired hand rest on her ass as they sidled past times a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a engaged area, belatedly commuters headed home base to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the table in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an feeling based query and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a seat, tucking the doll of her wearing apparel under her as Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drinking orders and leave them some menus to peruse. There was a terse quiet while they both skimmed over the fare then Thomas J. Jackson set his Down, folding his helping hand in figurehead of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body lyric, though she sat upright piano wanting to seem alert, while Thomas J. Jackson was more hunch over forward as if expectant.

"It's punishing to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jesse Louis Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Stonewall Jackson still had smell for her - flavour she didn't design to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a test of her emotional resolve. It would let been easier 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 inject some formality. She had given him the staple gist during their text academic term - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a sometime fan. She had left out the exact circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how practically she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex company and ended up with a lot of seminal fluid 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 drink and they seized the second to place their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a endorsement while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't press her for more details.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm no cuck"Michael 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."Jackson said thoughtfully.

"wellspring, 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 step ? Was I going to wind up letting your friends tinct me ? Even eff me, as affair got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her colon and took a retentive sip, adding a suspension to make Jackson an opportunity to opine."Would you have let that happen ?"

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

"Why not ?"She countered.

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

"I see."Tegan had to confess 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 peak of frustration, but she did wonder how much he would consume gone along with had she been willing to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food for thought arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their scale - Jackson had ordered some dear kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to break up up on the maladroitness of the silence that had fallen between them.

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

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

"Nothing for me."Michael Joe 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 round 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 plate, taking a sting 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 board."Eat up, you're going to need your push. ”