Tegan arrived at Jackson's flat shortly before 6pm Friday eve and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their separation and she didn't have the fondest memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, wallet, key, and a change of apparel that she expected to weary when she left Sun Night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Thomas Jonathan Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive language to floor 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 twenty-four hour period together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her phone at random time interval, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring escapade she'd had with him was the time she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some fag with his nerve 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 presence of his Friend all the clock time, 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 bear from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small collection of sex toys that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her stumble to the sex workshop in grammatical case Stonewall Jackson wanted to get creative - manacle, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first of all fourth dimension the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Michael Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to secure he had options.

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

"It's me."Tegan said. The threshold buzzed and she pushed it clear, making her way to the elevator. Their flat had been in a fairly advanced building in a new development. The fact that all the blocks and planetary house had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood boring and generic but at least it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the raising clutching her bag in her men as she rode up to the second trading floor then along the hall to the end. The threshold opened as she approached and Thomas Jonathan Jackson greeted her with an awkward smiling, standing aside to let her in, the heavy room access thudding shut behind her. Just inside the threshold there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main living area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the midriff of the livelihood elbow room which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a slow twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her onetime abode. None of the article of furniture was unlike. The blind were retracted giving story to cap view of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring construction. opposite to her outlook it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Thomas J. Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a particular effort for her visit. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the recess that presumably captured the unharmed way. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Thomas J. 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 surfboarder, wearing a pair of long shorts and a faded loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a extended awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front of the kitchen bench and taking a tooshie as Jackson poured two sucker. He gave her a footling milk and one sugar without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is super awkward."Mahalia Jackson said in an endeavor to founder the ice.

"I'm not sure why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee."To be reliable I'm surprised I still have clothes on."

"It was one affair 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 vexation, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

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

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently ineffectual to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to displace things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will recite 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 comfy with, and I was tired of having to excuse that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be clear I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to persist unattached for the foreseeable futurity - but I do think that if I had been able-bodied to find out myself a twelvemonth ago, things might have been unlike. So… here I am. I don't want you to deal me like the lady friend you had, I want you to handle me like the whore you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the drive over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee berry to make full the fall out suspension in the conversation. After thinking it over for a mo Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to join him in the heart of the way. She set down her almost vacuous 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 transcript ?"Tegan asked.

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

"No."

"You don't upkeep ?"Thomas J. Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Jackson gripped her by the pharynx and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a inscrutable breathing place."You've been a busy petty whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Michael Joe 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 television camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the screenland as he moved closer and took a sweep up shot of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the bird of the dress and coyly did a half spin letting it playfully billow out for a instant before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the shoulder strap covering her chest in topographic point and as soon as she released them the garb fell to the level, sliding down her slender chassis and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Old Hickory commented from his gonzo cinematographer distributor point of panorama as he zoomed in on her titmouse and reached out with one deal to pinch one of her nipples, keeping her typeface in the shot as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and spread out your stage. starting 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 pussy lips with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Jesse Louis 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 fate even without needing to manually cause herself. Jackson slowly panned the tv camera back up over her body, focusing on her expression and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her tit, circling the outer border of her areolae, giving him her best attempt at seductive ‘ bedroom heart ’.

"You've turn a little pornography star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her face with his free hand, sticking his quarter round in her back talk which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye inter-group communication with the lens system."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her prick and found her wet opening, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as Michael Joe Jackson kept the tv 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 off on her lips then backed up a stone's throw as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no hazard of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his board shorts, eyefucking the television camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling remnant to untie the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped unfreeze and she let his drawers gloam to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jackson was a ripe size - certainly not immense, but definitely above average. She wrapped both hands around the Qaeda, her fingers and pollex overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson was using one hand to have got back his singlet and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ascertain he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her hired man around the base of his tool Tegan nuzzled it with her impertinence before parting her mouth 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 chance for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he sustain it in his private collection to revel in the lonely nights ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with ally ? She felt a bang as she earnestly hoped he would share it and prove it to people she used to be intimate, the same people he always tried to designate her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to feel disappointed that she didn't have a lively consultation for her weekend of voluntary sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly solve his gibe with her mouth, 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 Andrew Jackson the crystalline lens of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a present moment to lewdly wag the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her endeavor. She was more than happy to lease her meter and produce it stopping point, in no haste to get him to finish and for his contribution, Jesse Jackson seemed to be so lost 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 pharynx and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to pull back a niggling and take in some air, only to again pressure himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging racket and tried to energise her hands against his thigh as an instinctive defensive reception, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral device vision and she could experience herself going red in the face, her heart watering slightly as Glenda Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it take place, feeling her saliva get smeared around her mouth and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as possible but when air became an emergence she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her header 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 edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"facing pages your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thigh and balanced her heels on the bound of the cast either face of her, putting her little scratch on presentation for him again. Michael Joe Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly gusty brim, grounds of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Thomas Jonathan Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingers to peel back her labia, meliorate exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her swollen clitoris. After filming her spread pussy for a bit he was finally unable to resist the siren call of her wet gob and moved himself into position, guiding his hard-on with one deal and trying to keep the tv camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself undecided and prepare as she felt the flared head of his peter press against her and find her entrance. She let out a gratify sigh and tilted her head back as she felt him push into her slippery burrow and easily slide in until he was buried up to the hilt inside her.

When she looked back at him she found herself staring into the camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more out of reflex than any rattling feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jesse Jackson began to move, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the lovesome adhesive friction, panning the camera down her slowly roll organic structure to show himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this pussy, this tight small body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her mamilla making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her little tit snap fastener 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 J. Jackson began to be active faster, doing his beneficial to restrain the 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 camera in her manus. Jesse Louis Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen door, trying to save it focused on the activeness even as Mahalia Jackson braced himself against the spine of the couch and began to quid her as fast as he could. It was a determined, rough pounding that he threw his entire soundbox system of weights into, with one purpose - getting as trench inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving movement that gave no consideration to anything but a backbreaking screwing. Tegan panted as Thomas Jackson drilled her, her limb shaking as she struggled to hold on the legal action in frame of reference. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to add up before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final thrust he took her by the hip to coerce himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside several times before the hot star of his seed pulsing up against her cervix, Stonewall 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.

Stonewall Jackson took the tv camera back from her and put one foot up on the couch, standing over her to award 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 viva sex. But that reticence felt like a unlike life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her lip, relishing the mix of flavours and grain of the awkward goo finishing as she bathed his dick clean with a generous application of saliva and glossa before giving him one long final sucking, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her mouthpiece with an audible pop.

"Good girl."Jesse Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the camera back to her kitty, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked facial expression and the gooey quite a little seeping out of her waste slice. Apparently fulfill Jackson panned the camera back up her body to her face.

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



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Thomas Jonathan Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to level. Tegan remained slumped on the cast observation Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the video, about watching herself in activity. Sometimes in her more than utmost encounters of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed enactment she never believed she was adequate to 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 at law, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too incisive to watch her home made smut, maybe even while fucking her. The sentiment 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 get asked for a deoxyephedrine of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"capital of Mississippi 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."Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her head to await up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to come, are you ? You're here to please me."

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

"Do you understand, slut ?"Andrew Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"Good slut. Don't forget again, I don't want to blow 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, trollop. We're going out."



Michael Jackson didn't recount her to make clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the toilet to pee - a necessity part of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did nothing about the muddle he put inside her that clung to the paries of her vagina and would probably ooze out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the lift. They descended to the background flooring in secretiveness 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. Jackson would probably just state 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 span of suburban area over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the east indicating a slightly nicer arena of the greater metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to save up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't avail 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 immature the great unwashed who couldn't really give to subsist there. Share housing was uncouth. Of course he didn't know she was living with three Guy, and fucking them to hold out there for free. She would take it if he asked but opted not to offer it.

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

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

"dead reckoning not."Thomas Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waistline and pulled her close them let his hand repose on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busybodied field, late commuter headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Andrew Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the out-of-door area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an sentiment based enquiry and didn't warrant a more slavish response. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Jesse Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to consider their drink orders and leave them some menu to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the card then Old Hickory set his pile, folding his custody in nominal head of him while he waited. Tegan set down her fare and mirrored his body oral communication, though she sat upright wanting to appear zippy, while Thomas Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Old Hickory still had belief for her - look she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a exam of her emotional resolution. It would get 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 come in some formality. She had given him the basic gist during their text sessions - she had to fill in this challenge, and it had to be with a quondam lover. She had left out the exact consideration of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how much she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex party and ended up with a lot of cum on her. He didn't know about the extent of the visitation, or exactly how many men there were, details she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the moment to place their food Order. Tegan took a sip of her sodium carbonate to buy a 2nd while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't press her for more details.

"If solely my friends 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."Thomas Jonathan Jackson brushed the ingratiation 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 Old Hickory's body linguistic process."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to have, or about humiliating me ?"

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

"So there was no real thought cognitive process behind it ? Or is this like, a betray thing ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Jackson said with a shrug."I would be involved. I think I just liked the thought of making you do scarf out - but not to humble 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."Old Hickory said thoughtfully.

"fountainhead, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the adjacent step ? Was I going to wander up letting your friends refer me ? Even hump me, as things got out of ascendence ?"Tegan picked up her genus Cola and took a long sip, adding a pause to leave Jackson an opportunity to consider."Would you sustain let that find ?"

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

"Why not ?"She countered.

"Because you were my young lady. I didn't really want them to accept a small-arm of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to concede that he was probably telling the truth about not thinking it through and she didn't want to put a damper on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the point of thwarting, but she did wonder how lots he would have gone along with had she been volition to let him constrict the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Glenda Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled veggie. The waitress seemed to clean 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 dieting 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 fingers delicately biting into one.

"Mm, nothing beat generation fresh."Tegan said, then directed her aid 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 forking and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plate, taking a bite as his center finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to have got rallied as he grinned at her across the board."Eat up, you're going to need your energy. ”