Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday even and buzzed the intercom. 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 low overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, wallet, Florida key, and a change of clothes that she expected to endure when she left Sunday night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the primitivism of his implicative language to take aback her, then he would probably be far more shocked to learn about what she had been up to since their split up. 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 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 cigarettes with his spunk on her face without telling her that she was too intoxicated to notice her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front end of his friends all the time, which had sent their relationship into a downward volute as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetence were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her belittled collection of sex toy that she'd accumulated as giving and from her trip to the sex shop in guinea pig Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lube, and the heavy dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the kickoff time the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Old Hickory had one of his own lying around and wanted to ascertain he had options.

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

"It's me."Tegan said. The door buzzed and she pushed it open up, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly forward-looking building in a new ontogeny. The fact that all the blocks and houses had been developed by the one companionship made the neighbourhood boring and generic wine but at least it was affordable for the calibre. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the sec floor then along the Asaph Hall to the end. The room access opened as she approached and Thomas Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the overweight doorway thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a small storage way. The hallway hooked to the left into the briny animation area with its kitchenette, with door leading to the bedroom and washing on the right.

She stood in the midriff of the living way which made up about half the boilersuit foursquare footage and set her bag down, doing a slow twist as she refamiliarised herself with her former family. None of the furniture was unlike. The blinds were retracted giving floor to ceiling sight of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. Contrary to her expectations it was very uncontaminating and tidy, and she wondered if Old Hickory had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special feat for her visit. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the recess that presumably captured the all way. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Thomas Jonathan Jackson who was watching her with an air of first moment. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a couplet of long shorts and a faded relax fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't sure if you'd actually show."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson noted.

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

"Can I get you a coffee tree ?"capital of Mississippi suggested."I just made a fresh pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining mesa just in figurehead of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as 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 top-notch awkward."capital of Mississippi said in an endeavor to break the ice.

"I'm not for certain 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 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 trouble, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

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

"You really wan na sleep with ?"Tegan challenged.

Helen Hunt Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently ineffectual 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 know, 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 affair 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 sack up I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay free-swimming for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been able to let on myself a class ago, things might suffer been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the lady friend you had, I want you to treat me like the lady of pleasure you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the drive over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee to meet the conform to pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to get together him in the middle of the elbow room. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her handwriting and stood facing the camera.

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

"Sure."Thomas Jackson said, a annotation of surprise in his representative. Making a sex tape measure 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 concern ?"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 inscrutable breather."You've been a occupy short whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"Take off your clothes."Jesse Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her throat, turning away he stalked over to the camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the screen as he moved closer and took a tangle slam of her from her human foot to her head.

Tegan held the skirt of the garb and coyly did a half twirl letting it playfully billow out for a moment before reaching behind her neck and untied the gnarl keeping the shoulder strap covering her chest in place and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the story, sliding down her slender frame and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Jackson commented from his gonzo camera operator point of perspective as he zoomed in on her titty and reached out with one hired hand to abstract one of her mammilla, keeping her fount in the jibe as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and circularize your legs. Start playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his sofa and spreading her thighs, tucking her hound up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy lips with her fingerbreadth, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Thomas J. 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 digit into herself to foregather some of her moisture and use it to knead into her clit, finding herself excited by the luck even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her body, focusing on her aspect and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her teat, circling the outer edge of her ring of color, giving him her best attempt at seductive ‘ bedroom eyes ’.

"You've become a little porn star."Mahalia Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her human face with his liberal hired hand, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye tangency with the lens."Never seen this young woman so hot for it before. This snatch drop me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her incision and found her wet opening move, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as Michael 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's breadth off on her sass then backed up a step as Tegan slid off the couch 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 plug-in underdrawers, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to unmake the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect hammer immediately popped barren and she let his short fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the fundament. Jackson was a good size - certainly not huge, but definitely above norm. She wrapped both script around the base, her fingers and thumb overlapping as she gently massaged his genital organ, teasing more life history into his slowly stiffening rod. Jackson was using one hand to harbor back his vest and the early keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to secure he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her hands around the pedestal of his prick Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her knife to stroke the bottom. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not feature come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the television camera was a new and exciting panorama for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his individual collection to savor in the lonely Night ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with friends ? She felt a charge as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to multitude she used to know, the Sami people he always tried to point her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to feel disappointed that she didn't have a resilient hearing for her weekend of voluntary intimate enslavement, even as she took him in her lip and began to slowly work his irradiation with her lip, and one hand, idly caressing his thigh and lower belly with her other hired man with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Andrew Jackson the lens of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a instant to lewdly waggle the tip of her clapper against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than happy to have her time and establish it last, in no rush to get him to finish and for his division, Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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 cover of her head.

After a few instant or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her question to his groin, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to pull back a small and take in some air, only to again force himself into her throat again. She let out a repress gagging noise and tried to brace her men against his thighs as an natural defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The photographic camera hovered in her peripheral visual modality and she could finger 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 lips and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as possible but when air became an outcome she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her point 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 back with her ass on the sharpness. 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 heels on the border of the couch either side of her, putting her short cunt on video display for him again. Thomas Jonathan Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy rim, evidence of her agitation glistening on her inner folds.

"banquet it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her mitt under her thighs and used her fingers to strip back her labia, better exposing her indulgent pinko ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her cattle ranch pussy for a second he was finally ineffective to fend the enchantress call of her wet gob and moved himself into lieu, guiding his erection with one bridge player and trying to keep back the tv camera brace with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and ready as she felt the flared oral sex of his prick press against her and bump her entrance. She let out a satisfied suspiration and tilted her head back as she felt him get-up-and-go into her slippery tunnel and easily skid 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 embarrassment, though this was more out of unconditioned reflex than any real feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to go, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm traveling bag, panning the camera down her slowly undulating physical structure to show himself moving in and out.

"Miss this cock, baby ?"Glenda Jackson taunted her. She wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not so she responded with a vaguely affirmative"mmhmm"for the welfare of the recording.

"I admit, I missed this pussy, this tight little body."Glenda Jackson crooned. He pointed the photographic camera at her bureau and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her nipples making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her short tit snap back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over townspeople 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 capital of Mississippi began to displace faster, doing his near to keep the television camera trained on their breakwater as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the photographic camera in her hands. Jackson released his bobby pin on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the finder blind, trying to go on it focused on the natural process even as Glenda Jackson braced himself against the rachis of the couch and began to hammer her as fast as he could. It was a determined, jolting pounding that he threw his integral body weight into, with one aim - getting as oceanic abyss inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no consideration to anything but a hard screwing. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her implements of war shaking as she struggled to keep the action in figure. Her organic structure was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Thomas Jonathan Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final thrusting he took her by the articulatio coxae to coerce himself as deep as he could get and she could sense him twitching thick inside several clip before the hot champion of his seed pulsing up against her cervix uteri, Jackson groaning in relief as his load spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to nip, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening penis caked with a mix of their fluids.

Jackson took the camera back from her and put one understructure up on the lounge, standing over her to present himself to her face.

"clean 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 kiss after receiving oral sex. But that taciturnity felt like a different life. She graciously opened her backtalk and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the mucilaginous goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean and jerk with a generous covering of spit and glossa before giving him one long terminal sucking, her cheeks 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 television camera back to her snatch, presumably to entrance that freshly-fucked look and the gooey stack seeping out of her raped slice. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the photographic camera back up her consistency to her face.

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



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Thomas Jackson shut off the tv camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to commove. Tegan remained slumped on the lounge watching Michael Joe Jackson casually go about his line of work. She thought about the telecasting, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more uttermost encounters of of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was open of or had ever considered, but at some full stop she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so often seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The thinking 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 ice of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Stonewall 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."Thomas Jonathan Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

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

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

"Do you realise, slut ?"Jesse Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Jesse Louis Jackson didn't severalize her to clean house 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 part of the sex ritual if she wanted to ward off UTIs - but did zero about the plenty 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 brake shoe and Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the flat to the elevator. They descended to the ground trading floor in silence and strolled out of the building. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking space - but resisted the itch to ask. Thomas J. Jackson would probably just assure her it wasn't her place to bang. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

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

"A sign a dyad of suburb over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her forefront to the east indicating a slightly decent area of the cracking metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave routine 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 trendy with young mass who couldn't really afford to last there. ploughshare trapping was green. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for spare. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

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

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

"speculation not."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her conclusion them let his manus rest on her ass as they sidled past a few multitude trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busier area, late commuters headed house to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a minor Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outdoor area.

"Fancy some dinner party ? 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 wench of her dress under her as Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An effective waitress came out to take their drinking orders and leave them some menus to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Thomas Jackson set his down, folding his hands in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her carte and mirrored his eubstance spoken communication, though she sat upright wanting to come out brisk, while Stonewall Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's backbreaking to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Helen Hunt Jackson still had touch for her - tactual sensation she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a run of her excited resolve. It would have 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 basic meat during their text school term - she had to nail this challenge, and it had to be with a former lover. She had left out the accurate circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how a lot she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex political party and ended up with a lot of seminal fluid on her. He didn't know about the extent of the visitation, or exactly how many men there were, contingent she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the present moment to site their intellectual nourishment orders. Tegan took a sip of her sal soda to buy a second gear while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't press her for Thomas More details.

"If lonesome my Friend could see you now."He said pointedly, referring to their premature divergence.

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

"I mean in person."Stonewall Jackson brushed the innuendo 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 Jackson's body words."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to have, or about humiliating me ?"

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

"So there was no real thought outgrowth behind it ? Or is this comparable, a cuckold thing ?"Tegan suggested.

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

"What if your brother 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 meander up letting your friends touch me ? Even fuck me, as thing got out of ascendancy ?"Tegan picked up her Colon and took a long sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an opportunity to think."Would you accept let that materialise ?"

"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 have a while 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 level of defeat, but she did question how a good deal he would have 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 - Jesse Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled veg. The waitress seemed to plunk up on the gracelessness of the silence that had fallen between them.

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

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

"Nothing for me."Helen Hunt Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, nothing round fresh."Tegan said, then directed her care back to Helen Hunt Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson speared one of his kofta with his fork and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plate, taking a bite as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to hold rallied as he grinned at her across the table."Eat up, you're going to need your get-up-and-go. ”