Tegan arrived at Andrew Jackson's flat 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 adoring memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a modest overnight bag which contained niggling else than her earpiece, wallet, key fruit, and a change of wearing apparel that she expected to fag when she left Billy Sunday nighttime. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Old Hickory had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive linguistic process to ball over her, then he would probably be far more shocked to learn about what she had been up to since their split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her phone at random intervals, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most boldness adventure she'd had with him was the fourth dimension she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some butt with his mettle on her face without telling her that she was too tope 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 admirer all the fourth dimension, which had sent their relationship into a downward spiral as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to have a bun in the oven from the weekend. She'd also stashed her lowly collection of sex toy dog that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her trip to the sex shop class in example capital of Mississippi wanted to get creative - cuff, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first time the guy cable had used it on her, but she doubted Glenda Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled Helen Hunt Jackson's spokesperson from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The door buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly innovative construction in a new development. The fact that all the stop and theatre had been developed by the one company made the neck of the woods boring and generic but at least it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her deal as she rode up to the second floor then along the 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 lowering door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a small storage elbow room. The hall hooked to the left into the main animation field with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the sleeping accommodation and washing on the right.

She stood in the heart of the support room which made up about half the boilers suit square footage and set her bag down, doing a tardily twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her old home plate. None of the piece of furniture was dissimilar. The blinds were retracted giving floor to roof thought of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring construction. Contrary to her expected value it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Michael Joe Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special attempt for her visit. There was one famous difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the box that presumably captured the whole room. She regarded it impassively for a mo noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jackson who was watching her with an air of anticipation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a twain of recollective underdrawers and a evanesce open fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't sure enough if you'd actually show."capital of Mississippi noted.

There was a drawn-out awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining board just in front man of the kitchen bench and taking a hind end as Jackson poured two soft touch. He gave her a minuscule Milk River 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 break-dance the ice.

"I'm not sure why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee berry."To be dependable 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 ?"Jackson asked.

"You really wan na bed ?"Tegan challenged.

Michael Joe Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently unable to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to motivate things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will assure you everything. answer 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 vindicated I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to last out unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been capable to name myself a class ago, matter might have been dissimilar. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the girl you had, I want you to deal me like the whore you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the parkway over."Tegan took another sip of her chocolate to fill the following break 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 join him in the middle of the room. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her manus and stood facing the camera.

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

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

"No."

"You don't care ?"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 cryptical breath."You've been a fussy little harlot harbor't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Jesse Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

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

Tegan held the skirt of the dress and coyly did a half twirl letting it playfully surge out for a minute before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the strap covering her dresser in place and as soon as she released them the wearing apparel fell to the floor, sliding down her slender human body and puddling around her feet.

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

"Sit on the couch and broadcast your legs. offset playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thigh, tucking her blackguard up on the sofa under her ass as she gently stroked her twat back talk with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the photographic 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 shake herself. Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her trunk, focusing on her nerve and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her nipples, circling the outer bound of her ring of color, giving him her best endeavour at seductive ‘ bedroom eyes ’.

"You've become a footling porno star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her grimace with his disengage helping hand, sticking his quarter round in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye middleman with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy omit me ?"Stonewall Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her cunt and found her wet opening, slipping inside.

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

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

There was no opportunity of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawing string of his board shorts, eyefucking the television camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped give up and she let his drawers fall to the storey as she wrapped her hands around the Base. Old Hickory was a good size - certainly not vast, but definitely higher up average. She wrapped both hands around the pedestal, her fingers and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his genital organ, teasing more life into his slowly rigidifying rod. Jackson was using one hired hand to hold back his undershirt and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to see he wasn't missing a detail.

keeping her hands around the base of his putz Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her sass to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue to stroke the undersurface. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not have come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the television camera was a new and exciting outlook for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he continue it in his private collecting to savour in the alone nights ahead once the weekend was over, or plowshare it with champion ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and present it to people she used to know, the Saami people he always tried to exhibit her off to. fall in her Recent experience she was already beginning to feel disappoint that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of voluntary sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly exercise his spear with her lips, and one bridge player, idly caressing his thigh and depleted belly with her other deal 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 here and now to lewdly wag the tip of her lingua against his frenulum before continuing her exertion. She was more than happy to take her time and throw it concluding, in no haste to get him to fetch up and for his section, 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 minute of arc 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 safeguard before easing off enabling her to deplume back a short and assume in some air, only to again drive himself into her throat again. She let out a strangulate gagging disturbance and tried to brace her hands against his thighs as an natural defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The photographic camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could feel herself going red in the grimace, her eyes watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it chance, feeling her spittle get smeared around her mouth and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her lip for as long as possible but when air became an government 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 couch she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the trench cushion and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"bed cover your legs."Stonewall Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her second joint and balanced her heels on the edge of the couch either side of her, putting her petty scratch on presentation for him again. Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every contingent of her hairless, slightly puffy back talk, evidence of her fervour glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her deal under her thighs and used her fingers to undress back her labia, better exposing her soft garden pink ladyparts, her swell clit. After filming her counterpane snatch for a minute he was finally ineffectual to dissent the siren yell of her wet hole and moved himself into emplacement, guiding his hard-on with one mitt and trying to keep the television camera truelove with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and fix as she felt the flared headspring of his cock pressing against her and find her entrance. She let out a live up to suspiration and tilted her heading 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 television camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in overplus, though this was more than out of reflex action than any real intuitive feeling of shyness. She moaned as Michael Jackson began to affect, again taking his meter slowly as he adjusted to the warm traction, panning the camera down her slowly undulating trunk to show up himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this pussy, this tight little body."Old Hickory crooned. He pointed the photographic camera at her breast and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her nipples making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her little tit snap 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 move faster, doing his best to proceed the television camera trained on their groyne as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to acquaint some trouble. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her men. Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to restrain it focused on the action even as Glenda Jackson braced himself against the back of the couch and began to British pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, unsmooth pounding that he threw his entire body weight into, with one purpose - getting as oceanic abyss inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving movement that gave no circumstance to anything but a hard fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep the action in physical body. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one last thrust he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could sense him twitching mysterious inside respective times before the hot sensation of his seed pulsing up against her neck, Michael 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 extremity caked with a mix of their fluids.

Andrew Jackson took the photographic camera back from her and put one fundament up on the couch, standing over her to present 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 sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving unwritten sex. But that reticence felt like a different aliveness. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her back talk, relishing the mix of flavours and grain of the sticky goo coat as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of saliva and knife before giving him one long final suction, her buttock drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop.

"good girl."capital of Mississippi complimented her as he stepped off the lounge and moved the camera back to her slit, presumably to bewitch that freshly-fucked look and the gooey pickle seeping out of her ravaged gash. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the camera back up her body to her face.

"moving ridge good day to your fans."Old Hickory 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 file. Tegan remained slumped on the lounge watching Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the TV, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more than extreme encounters of belatedly she had almost felt like she was outdoor 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 action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to keep an eye on her habitation 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 induce 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."Old Hickory suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his helping hand, tilting her head to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to issue forth, 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 ?"Michael Joe Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Jackson didn't tell her to clean herself up or put underclothing on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the lav to pee - a necessity share of the sex ritual if she wanted to avert 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 shoes and Jackson stepped into some lash, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the flat to the lift. They descended to the primer floor in quiet and strolled out of the building. Tegan was peculiar where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking length - but resisted the urge to ask. Jackson would probably just evidence 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 house a couple of suburb over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her headway to the east indicating a slightly nicer area of the outstanding metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to maintain up the Master/slave subroutine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to massage his ego with it.

"percentage house ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being trendy with young people who couldn't really afford to dwell there. Share housing was mutual. Of course he didn't know she was living with three hombre, and fucking them to live there for free. She would take on it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty lull on sociable lately."Stonewall 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 general direction of what passed for a commercial district in the orbit, near to a gearing place, a supermarket and casual dining.

"Guess not."Jesse Louis 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 pavement as they got into a in use field, former commuters headed habitation to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a pocket-size Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the board in the outside area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based inquiry and didn't warrant a more subservient response. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Helen Hunt Jackson pushed her president in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drink rules of order and leave them some menus to peruse. There was a laconic silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his hands in figurehead of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his consistence language, though she sat vertical wanting to seem alert, while Thomas Jonathan Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's heavy to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Michael Joe Jackson still had feelings for her - feelings she didn't intent 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 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 canonical essence during their text Roger Huntington Sessions - she had to fill in this challenge, and it had to be with a former fan. She had left out the exact 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 party and ended up with a lot of seed on her. He didn't know about the extent of the trial run, or exactly how many men there were, inside information she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their beverage and they seized the here and now to place their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a second while she composed her opinion, hoping he wouldn't wardrobe her for more details.

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

"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 traverse it.

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

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

"So there was no real persuasion cognitive operation behind it ? Or is this like, a cuckold affair ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Helen Hunt 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.

"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 adjacent footstep ? Was I going to wind up letting your friends touch me ? Even jazz me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a tenacious sip, adding a pause to pass Jackson an chance to think."Would you own let that occur ?"

"No."Jesse Louis 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 slice of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to yield that he was probably telling the true statement about not thinking it through and she didn't want to put a muffler on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the point of foiling, but she did enquire how much he would have gone along with had she been leave to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their intellectual nourishment arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their dental plate - Jackson had ordered some Lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to blame up on the awkwardness 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 diet blow, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"Nothing for me."Andrew Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, nada beats fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"mustiness be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson speared one of his kofta with his branching and swiped it through the tzatziki on his shell, 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 energy. ”