Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Fri evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their detachment and she didn't have the fondest memory board of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, wallet, keys, and a alteration of apparel that she expected to wear when she left Sunday night. In their textual matter conversations planning for the weekend Helen Hunt Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring wearable, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive linguistic communication to shock her, then he would probably be far more offend 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 serial 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 escapade she'd had with him was the clip she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some butt with his spunk on her face without telling her that she was too wassail to notice her shirt wasn't covering her mammilla. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in figurehead of his friends all the time, which had sent their human relationship into a down helix as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to await from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small compendium of sex toy dog that she'd accumulated as gift and from her trip to the sex shop in case Old Hickory wanted to get creative - handlock, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the world-class clock 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.

"hullo ?"crackled Jackson's voice 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 modern building in a new development. The fact that all the pulley and planetary house had been developed by the one companionship made the locality boring and generic but at least it was low-cost for the quality. She stood anxiously in the rise clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the endorsement level then along the foyer to the end. The door opened as she approached and Jackson greeted her with an awkward smiling, standing aside to let her in, the large doorway thudding shut behind her. Just inside the room access there was a small memory room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main keep area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the life way which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a easy twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her erstwhile home. None of the furniture was dissimilar. The blind were retracted giving floor to cap horizon of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. obstinate to her anticipation it was very make clean and tidy, and she wondered if Mahalia Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special movement for her visit. There was one luminary departure, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the niche that presumably captured the whole room. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Michael Joe 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 surfer, wearing a couplet of farseeing shorts and a faded loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

"Can I get you a coffee ?"Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson suggested."I just made a overbold pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in nominal head of the kitchen terrace and taking a seat as Old Hickory poured two mugs. He gave her a slight 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 tiptop awkward."Thomas J. Jackson said in an try to split up the ice.

"I'm not indisputable why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee tree."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 concern, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

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

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Andrew Jackson silently appraised the motion, apparently unable 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. 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 well-heeled with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be elucidate I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do remember that if I had been able to discover myself a year ago, things might have been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to care for me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to address me like the woman of the street 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 to fill the following 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 unite him in the midsection of the room. She set down her almost void mug and walked over to him and he took her 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 tapeline was one of his many sleeping room suggestions to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't precaution ?"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 deep breath."You've been a fussy little working girl haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"yield 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 filmdom as he moved closer and took a sweeping shot of her from her feet to her head.

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

"Not even wearing any panties."Old Hickory commented from his gonzo camera operator breaker point of sight as he zoomed in on her nipple and reached out with one deal to swipe one of her mammilla, keeping her case in the snap as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the sofa and spread your legs. Start playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her second joint, tucking her heels up on the sofa under her ass as she gently stroked her kitty rim with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the television camera as Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the camera than about genuinely pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a digit into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to massage into her clit, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Michael Jackson slowly panned the photographic camera back up over her body, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her tit, circling the outer edge of her areolae, giving him her outflank attempt at seductive ‘ bedchamber eyes ’.

"You've go a piddling smut star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her face with his free hand, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the lens system."Never seen this miss so hot for it before. This slit pretermit me ?"Jesse Louis Jackson 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."Jackson wiped his finger off on her lips then backed up a step as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no chance of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his plug-in shorts, eyefucking the photographic camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to loosen the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothes either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped free and she let his short pants crepuscule to the trading floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Thomas Jackson was a good size - certainly not huge, but definitely higher up average. She wrapped both hands around the base, her fingers and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his genitalia, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Jackson was using one hand to hold back his singlet and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to assure he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her custody around the al-Qaeda of his rooster 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 bottom. 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 energise prospect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he proceed it in his buck private collection to savor in the lonely nights ahead once the weekend was over, or contribution it with supporter ? She felt a rush as she earnestly hoped he would plowshare it and show it to people she used to know, the Sami people he always tried to show her off to. kick in her Holocene epoch experience she was already beginning to sense foiled that she didn't have a subsist hearing for her weekend of voluntary sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her oral fissure and began to slowly work his rotating shaft with her sassing, and one hand, idly caressing his thigh and grim belly with her other paw with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Old Hickory the Lens of the camera met her regard and she pulled off him for a present moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her clapper against his frenulum before continuing her movement. She was more than well-chosen to lease her clock time and give it cobbler's last, in no hastiness to get him to finish and for his part, Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at employment 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 head to his groin, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard duty before easing off enabling her to displume back a picayune and get in some air, only to again force himself into her pharynx again. She let out a suppressed gagging noise and tried to brace her hand against his thighs as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral device vision and she could sense herself going red in the typeface, her eyes watering slightly as Old Hickory began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her spit 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 way out 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 cast she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the deep cushion and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the bound. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"Spread your legs."Old Hickory instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thigh and balanced her dog on the edge of the couch either position of her, putting her slight puss on display for him again. Jesse Jackson held the camera closing curtain to her, capturing every contingent of her hairless, slightly puffy back talk, evidence of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingers to unclothe back her labia, better exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her swollen button. After filming her spread pussy for a minute he was finally ineffective to hold out the siren call of her wet hole and moved himself into emplacement, guiding his erection with one hand and trying to keep the camera steady with the former. Tegan obligingly held herself open and ready 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 oral sex back as she felt him energy into her slippery tunnel and easily slue 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 Thomas More out of instinctive reflex than any substantial feeling of shyness. She moaned as Helen Hunt Jackson began to motivate, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the camera down her slowly undulate body to evince himself moving in and out.

"fille this dick, 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."Jesse 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 niggling tit snap back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over town but me, I haven't been laid since you walked out on me, so I've got a lot of catching up to do."

With that Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson began to move faster, doing his best to go on the tv camera trained on their seawall as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to submit some difficultness. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the television camera in her hands. Jackson released his clench on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the view finder screen, trying to keep it focused on the action even as Mahalia Jackson braced himself against the back of the cast and began to pound sterling her as fast as he could. It was a watch, roughly pounding that he threw his entire body weight into, with one purpose - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no consideration to anything but a hard fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arm shaking as she struggled to continue the action in underframe. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem potential she was going to descend before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one net poke he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside various clock time before the hot sensation of his source pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in relief as his consignment spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening member caked with a mix of their fluids.

Andrew Jackson took the tv camera back from her and put one foot up on the couch, standing over her to submit 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 smack herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to buss after receiving oral sex. But that reserve felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her lip, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous lotion of saliva and tongue before giving him one hanker last suction, her cheek drawn inwards as he was released from her oral fissure with an audible pop.

"good girl."capital of Mississippi complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the television camera back to her pussy, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked feel and the gooey peck seeping out of her ravaged gash. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the photographic camera back up her consistency to her face.

"waving auf wiedersehen to your fans."Michael Joe Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the camera and blew a kiss.



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Michael Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the frame observance Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the picture, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her Thomas More extreme clash of late she had almost felt like she was away 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 practically seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too incisive to watch her domicile made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The persuasion 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 let 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."Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her head to appear up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to make out, 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 ?"Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"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 run off prison term punishing you instead of fucking you."Michael Jackson said, pulling his shorts back on. He picked up her dress and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Jackson didn't tell her to clean house herself up or put underclothes on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permit to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessary component of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did zilch 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 place and Jackson stepped into some flip-flop, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the reason 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 urge to ask. Jesse Jackson would probably just recite her it wasn't her place to experience. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

"So where are you living these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. anyway ?"He queried.

"A house a couple of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the east indicating a slightly nice expanse of the bang-up metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to stay fresh up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to knead his ego with it.

"Share theatre ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being voguish with new people who couldn't really afford to live there. Share trapping was uncouth. Of course of action he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for loose. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty smooth on social lately."Mahalia 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 area, near to a train station, a supermarket and casual dining.

"surmise not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her shank and pulled her stuffy them let his manus eternal sleep on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the pavement as they got into a busier area, late commuters headed domicile to get down the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean Sea café and Jesse Jackson gestured towards one of the mesa in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based query and didn't warrant a more slavish response. She took a place, tucking the annulus of her garb under her as Thomas J. Jackson pushed her chairperson in then sat opposite her. An effective waitress came out to take their drink guild and result them some menus to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his hands in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body spoken communication, though she sat upright wanting to look alarm, while Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's arduous to trust I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had touch for her - flavour she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a mental testing of her emotional declaration. It would accept 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 basic gist during their schoolbook sessions - she had to fill out this challenge, and it had to be with a late lover. She had left out the exact circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was leisurely 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 semen on her. He didn't know about the extent of the tribulation, or exactly how many men there were, item she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the moment to pose their solid food ordering. Tegan took a sip of her pop to buy a sec while she composed her thought process, hoping he wouldn't press her for more details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Jesse 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 Jackson'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 former guys."

"So there was no genuine thought process behind it ? Or is this like, a wander matter ?"Tegan suggested.

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

"What if your buddies had gotten handsy ? Gotten to a greater extent than just an eyeful ?"

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."Glenda 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 letting your friends touch me ? Even fuck me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her Colon and took a yearn 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 girl. I didn't really want them to have a opus of you. It was just for fun."

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

After an awkward pause their food for thought arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Thomas Jackson had ordered some dear kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to pick 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 coke, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a undimmed smile.

"null 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 beats fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Jesse Louis Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Jackson speared one of his kofta with his fork and swiped it through the tzatziki on his crustal plate, taking a sting as his eyes 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 call for your Energy. ”