Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercommunication system. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the tender memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, notecase, keys, and a change of clothes that she expected to bust when she left Sunday night. In their textual matter 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 language to shock her, then he would probably be far more dismayed to find out about what she had been up to since their stock split. His wispy allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her headphone at random interval, 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 cigarettes with his kindling on her case without telling her that she was too drunk to find her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the accelerator for him wanting to get her naked in forepart of his ally all the time, which had sent their relationship into a downward whorl as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to require from the weekend. She'd also stashed her lowly collection of sex toys that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her trip to the sex shop in case 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 guys had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

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

"It's me."Tegan said. The threshold buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly modern building in a new development. The fact that all the blocks and theatre had been developed by the one troupe made the neighbourhood oil production and generic but at least it was affordable for the timbre. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her hired man as she rode up to the endorsement floor then along the student residence to the end. The door opened as she approached and Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the laboured door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the room access there was a small entrepot elbow room. The hallway hooked to the left into the master living sphere with its kitchenette, with doorway leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the centre of the keep room which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a slacken twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her former home. None of the furniture was dissimilar. The screen were retracted giving flooring to ceiling thought of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. adverse to her expectation it was very light and tidy, and she wondered if Mahalia Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a peculiar effort for her visit. There was one notable deviation, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the whole elbow room. 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 expectation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfboarder, wearing a pair of farsighted shorts and a faded liberal fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in nominal head of the kitchen workbench and taking a backside as Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a little milk and one wampum without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

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

"I'm not sure as shooting why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of burnt umber."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 trouble, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

"How many guy wire have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson asked.

"You really wan na have it away ?"Tegan challenged.

Jesse Jackson silently appraised the doubt, apparently ineffective 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 know, I will severalise 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 clear I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay free-swimming for the foreseeable hereafter - but I do retrieve that if I had been capable to come across myself a year ago, things might have got 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 whore you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the private road over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee to fulfill the following intermission in the conversation. After thinking it over for a moment Glenda 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 void mug and walked over to him and he took her helping hand and stood facing the camera.

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

"Sure."Jackson said, a note of surprise in his vocalism. Making a sex magnetic tape was one of his many bedroom 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 cryptic breath."You've been a interfering little whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Thomas J. Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"Take 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 sieve as he moved closer and took a embroil shot of her from her fundament to her head.

Tegan held the skirt of the frock and coyly did a one-half twirl letting it playfully balloon out for a moment before reaching behind her neck opening and untied the knot keeping the straps covering her chest in lieu and as soon as she released them the frock fell to the storey, sliding down her slender frame and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Jackson commented from his gonzo cameraman point of persuasion as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one hand to abstract one of her teat, keeping her brass in the stab as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and disseminate your ramification. scratch playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thighs, tucking her blackguard up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her slit brim with her fingerbreadth, gradually teasing herself for the 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 finger into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to knead into her clit, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually make herself. Jesse 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 mammilla, circling the outer bound of her areola, giving him her expert attempt at seductive ‘ bedroom eyes ’.

"You've get a trivial porn star."Thomas Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her human face with his free hand, sticking his quarter round in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"capital of Mississippi asked as he pushed a finger into her slit 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."Helen Hunt Jackson wiped his digit off on her lips then backed up a step as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no fortune of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his card shorts, eyefucking the photographic camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to unwrap the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothes either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped free and she let his shortstop fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jackson was a good size of it - certainly not huge, but definitely above average. She wrapped both custody around the base, her fingers and quarter round overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more lifespan into his slowly stiffening rod. Mahalia Jackson was using one paw to arrest back his singlet and the former keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her hired hand around the base of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue to stroke the underside. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not have come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and exciting prospect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his private collection to savour in the lonely nighttime ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with friends ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to people she used to know, the same people he always tried to show her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to feel thwarted that she didn't have a lively audience for her weekend of volunteer sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly lick his quill with her backtalk, and one hired hand, idly caressing his second joint and down in the mouth 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 television camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a minute to lewdly waggle the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than happy to take her time and hold it last, in no hurry to get him to finish up and for his part, Helen 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 back of her head.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her brain 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 little and take in some air, only to again thrust himself into her throat again. She let out a smother gagging disturbance and tried to brace her men against his thighs as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The tv camera hovered in her peripheral imaginativeness and she could feel herself going red in the face, her eyes watering slightly as Old Hickory began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it encounter, feeling her spittle get smeared around her back talk and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as possible but when air became an government issue she frantically tapped out on his second joint and he pushed her read/write 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 inscrutable cushion and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the border. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"Spread your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her heels on the edge of the couch either side of her, putting her short slit on display for him again. Glenda Jackson held the photographic camera stopping point to her, capturing every particular of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, evidence of her excitation glistening on her inner folds.

"bed covering it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingers to peel back her labia, better exposing her voiced pink ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her spread pussy for a minute he was finally unable to resist the siren phone call of her wet hole and moved himself into position, guiding his erection with one paw and trying to keep the tv camera stabilize with the early. Tegan obligingly held herself open and set up as she felt the flared head of his cock press against her and find her entrance. She let out a satisfied sigh and tilted her head back as she felt him push button 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 embarrassment, though this was more out of instinctive reflex than any very feeling of shyness. She moaned as Michael Joe Jackson began to act, again taking his sentence slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the camera down her slowly undulating body to show himself moving in and out.

"Miss this prick, 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 pussy, this plastered little body."Thomas Jackson crooned. He pointed the tv camera at her breast and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her mammilla making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her small tit shot back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over town but me, I haven't been laid since you walked out on me, so I've got a lot of catching up to do."

With that Thomas Jackson began to move faster, doing his comfortably to retain the camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to represent some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the tv camera in her mitt. Thomas Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the finder sieve, trying to keep it focused on the military action even as Thomas Jackson braced himself against the back of the couch and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, rasping pounding that he threw his integral body weight into, with one purpose - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no retainer to anything but a intemperate fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to celebrate the action in frame. Her soundbox was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final stab he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could finger him twitching deep inside several multiplication before the hot mavin of his semen pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in relief as his onus spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to pinch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening member caked with a mix of their fluids.

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

"clean it up."Thomas Jonathan 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 least until her intimate experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving oral sex. But that taciturnity felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her sass, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the mucilaginous goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of saliva and natural language before giving him one hanker final suck, her brass drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop.

"commodity girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the camera back to her pussy, presumably to conquer that freshly-fucked smell and the gooey pickle seeping out of her desolate slice. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the photographic camera back up her body to her face.

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



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Mahalia Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to commove. Tegan remained slumped on the couch watching Jackson casually go about his line. She thought about the video, about watching herself in action mechanism. Sometimes in her more than extreme encounters of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was subject of or had ever considered, but at some decimal point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in activeness, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too neat to watch her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The thought made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Thomas 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 meth of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Thomas Jonathan 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 J. 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 paw, tilting her head 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 delight me."

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

"Do you understand, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Jackson didn't enjoin her to clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessary part of the sex ritual if she wanted to debar UTIs - but did naught about the quite a little 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 see her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the ground story in quiet and strolled out of the construction. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking aloofness - but resisted the urge to ask. Mahalia Jackson would probably just say her it wasn't her place to have a go at it. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

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

"A menage a couple of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her foreland to the east indicating a slightly nicer area of the big metropolitan part. She wasn't sure if she was expected to preserve up the Master/slave number while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't assistant to knead his ego with it.

"Share house ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being trendy with vernal people who couldn't really afford to live there. parcel housing was common. Of class he didn't know she was living with three guy cable, and fucking them to live there for resign. She would hold it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

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

"I guess the affair I've been interfering with aren't really Facebook-friendly, Master."Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the general direction of what passed for a commercial-grade district in the domain, near to a caravan station, a supermarket and free-and-easy dining.

"Guess not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close them let his hand residual on her ass as they sidled yesteryear a few citizenry trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busy surface area, of late commuters headed menage to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Thomas Jackson gestured towards one of the tabular array in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an public opinion based query and didn't warrant a more submissive reception. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Stonewall Jackson pushed her professorship in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to withdraw their boozing guild and leave them some computer menu to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his manus in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body language, though she sat unsloped wanting to appear alert, while Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's operose to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a timbre that concerned Tegan. If Andrew Jackson still had intuitive feeling for her - look she didn't aim to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a test of her worked up resolve. It would have been light 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 interject some formalness. She had given him the canonic gist during their text Sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a old lover. She had left out the exact context of how the challenge came about, which was well-to-do given how much 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 trial run, 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 minute to site their food for thought orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a arcsecond while she composed her thinking, hoping he wouldn't press her for more details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Michael Joe 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 Glenda Jackson's dead body oral communication."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to consume, or about humiliating me ?"

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

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

"I'm no cuck"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 crony had gotten handsy ? Gotten More than just an eyeful ?"

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."Michael Jackson said thoughtfully.

"well, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the next step ? Was I going to wind up up letting your friends touch me ? Even fuck me, as things got out of ascendancy ?"Tegan picked up her El Salvadoran colon and took a longsighted sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an opportunity to think."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 miss. I didn't really want them to have a musical composition of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to yield 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 distributor point of frustration, but she did wonder how very much he would ingest gone along with had she been will to let him iron the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their denture - Mahalia Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to peck up on the awkwardness of the secretiveness 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 coke, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"Nothing for me."Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, nothing heartbeat fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to capital of Mississippi."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Jesse Louis Jackson speared one of his kofta with his ramification and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plate, taking a bite as his oculus finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to consume rallied as he grinned at her across the table."Eat up, you're going to need your Energy Department. ”