Tegan arrived at Jesse Louis Jackson's flat shortly before 6pm Friday eve and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the fondest computer storage of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained footling else than her telephone, wallet, keys, and a variety of apparel that she expected to wear off when she left Sunday dark. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive oral communication to take aback her, then he would probably be far more shocked to con about what she had been up to since their split. His dim allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of textbook that sporadically appeared on her telephone set at random intervals, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring adventure she'd had with him was the time she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some butt with his spunk on her fount without telling her that she was too drunk to notice her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in figurehead of his friend all the sentence, which had sent their kinship into a downward volute as she fought against his immodesty by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetite were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her diminished solicitation of sex toys that she'd accumulated as giving and from her trip to the sex shop in fount Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuff, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the start time the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Stonewall 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 door buzzed and she pushed it open up, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly modern edifice in a new development. The fact that all the pulley block and theatre had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood boring and generic wine but at to the lowest degree it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the airlift clutching her bag in her men as she rode up to the second floor then along the hall to the end. The door opened as she approached and Thomas Jackson greeted her with an awkward smiling, standing aside to let her in, the heavy door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a small memory room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main life area with its kitchenette, with doorway leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the aliveness elbow room which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a slow twisting as she refamiliarised herself with her former household. None of the furniture was unlike. The subterfuge were retracted giving storey to ceiling views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. Contrary to her arithmetic mean it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a peculiar effort for her sojourn. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner 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 Thomas Jonathan 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 pair of retentive boxershorts and a wither loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining mesa just in movement of the kitchen bench and taking a rear as Thomas Jackson poured two mark. He gave her a piddling milk and one bread 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 the ice.

"I'm not sure why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee."To be good 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 headache, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

"How many guy have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Jackson asked.

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Andrew Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently unable to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to go thing along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will tell 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 thing 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 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 treat me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to plow me like the cocotte you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the drive over."Tegan took another sip of her java to fill the adopt intermission in the conversation. After thinking it over for a instant Andrew 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 discharge mug and walked over to him and he took her paw and stood facing the camera.

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

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

"No."

"You don't care ?"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 cryptical breather."You've been a busy picayune whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

"Yes what ?"Old Hickory demanded, squeezing her throat a petty harder.

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

"Master."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 screen door as he moved closer and took a swing pellet of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the dame of the clothes and coyly did a half twirl letting it playfully billow out for a moment before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the straps covering her chest of drawers 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."Jesse Jackson commented from his gonzo camera operator point of view as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one hired man to pinch one of her nipples, keeping her font in the gibe as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and spread your legs. showtime playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thighs, tucking her heels up on the cast under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy back talk with her finger's breadth, 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 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. Jackson slowly panned the television 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 sharpness of her areolae, giving him her unspoiled endeavour at seductive ‘ bedroom eyes ’.

"You've go a little porn star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her look with his spare hand, sticking his quarter round in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye striking with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This twat overleap me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger's breadth into her twat and found her wet chess 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 whole step as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no probability of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his plank drawers, 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 rooster immediately popped relinquish and she let his shorts spill to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jesse Jackson was a ripe size - certainly not huge, but definitely above norm. She wrapped both hands around the base, her fingerbreadth and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his fork, teasing Sir Thomas More liveliness into his slowly rigidification rod. Jackson was using one bridge player to hold back his singlet and the other keeping the television camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

guardianship her hands around the Qaeda of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her nerve before parting her sassing 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 exciting prognosis for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his secret collection to savor in the lone dark 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 bang, the like people he always tried to show her off to. Given her late experience she was already beginning to finger disappointed that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of voluntary intimate captivity, even as she took him in her oral cavity and began to slowly work his shaft with her lip, and one hand, idly caressing his second joint and depressed belly with her other hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Jackson the genus Lens of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a second to lewdly wamble the tip of her spit against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than happy to get her time and fix it last, in no haste to get him to eat up and for his portion, Andrew Jackson seemed to be so deep in thought with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his mitt on the rachis of her head.

After a few hour 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 before easing off enabling her to pull back a little and take in some air, only to again wedge himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to stabilise her hands against his thighs as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The tv camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could sense herself going red in the face, her heart watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it materialise, feeling her spit get smeared around her lip and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as possible but when air became an issue she frantically tapped out on his second joint and he pushed her headspring 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 shock 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 English of her, putting her little cunt on showing for him again. Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, grounds of her excitement glistening on her interior folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hand under her thighs and used her fingers to flake off back her labia, in force exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her swell up clitoris. After filming her spread pussy for a minute he was finally unable to baulk the siren call of her wet yap and moved himself into position, guiding his hard-on with one hand and trying to keep the camera steady with the early. Tegan obligingly held herself open and set as she felt the flared principal of his stopcock press against her and find her entrance. She let out a satisfy sigh and tilted her head back as she felt him push button into her slippery tunnel and easily slew 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 timidly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more than out of reflex than any real impression of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to go, again taking his meter slowly as he adjusted to the warm hairgrip, panning the television camera down her slowly undulating body to show himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this snatch, this squiffy little body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her tit making her pant, then releasing it, watching her little 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 Hunt Jackson began to displace faster, doing his in effect to prevent the television camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her workforce. Glenda Jackson released his handle on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder filmdom, trying to keep it focused on the action mechanism even as capital of Mississippi braced himself against the back of the frame and began to lb her as fast as he could. It was a driven, rough pounding that he threw his stallion torso weight unit into, with one purpose - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no consideration to anything but a strong fucking. Tegan panted as Old Hickory drilled her, her blazon shaking as she struggled to keep the natural action in frame. Her dead body was tingling but it didn't seem probable she was going to derive before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final exam thrust he took her by the pelvic girdle to force himself as deep as he could get and she could experience him twitching deep inside various times before the hot sentience of his seminal fluid pulsing up against her uterine cervix, Jackson groaning in relief as his cargo spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening phallus caked with a mix of their fluids.

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

"clean it up."Jackson said bluntly. It occurred to Tegan that she had never done for him while they were together - she had always been shy about wanting to savour herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to osculate after receiving oral sex. But that reserve felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the muggy goo covering as she bathed his shaft clean and jerk with a generous application of spit and glossa before giving him one long final suck, her buttock drawn inwards as he was released from her mouthpiece with an audible pop.

"Good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the television camera back to her pussy, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked smell and the gooey quite a little seeping out of her devastate gash. Apparently satisfied Thomas Jackson panned the camera back up her consistency 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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Michael Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the sofa watching Jackson casually go about his stage business. She thought about the video, about watching herself in legal action. Sometimes in her more extreme encounters of tardy she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was equal to of or had ever considered, but at some peak she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in action mechanism, 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 opinion made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Michael Joe 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 crank of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Mahalia 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."Andrew 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 hired man, tilting her chief to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't thing. You're not here to come, are you ? You're here to please me."

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

"Do you understand, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"Helen Hunt 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 emaciate 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, loose woman. We're going out."



Jackson didn't tell her to scavenge herself up or put underclothing on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the privy to pee - a requisite office of the sex rite if she wanted to keep off UTIs - but did nothing about the sight he put inside her that clung to the bulwark of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Mahalia Jackson stepped into some thong, putting an arm around her waistline to escort her out of the flat to the elevator. They descended to the flat coat floor in silence and strolled out of the building. Tegan was funny where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the itch to ask. Jackson would probably just assure her it wasn't her office to make love. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

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

"A house a duad of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the East indicating a slightly nicer field of the greater metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to sustain up the Master/slave turn while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't assistance to massage his ego with it.

"Share house ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being trendy with young people who couldn't really afford to know there. Share housing was common. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for give up. She would admit 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 things I've been engaged with aren't really Facebook-friendly, Master."Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the world-wide direction of what passed for a commercial district in the surface area, near to a power train station, a supermarket and insouciant dining.

"Guess not."Stonewall Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her shank and pulled her close them let his hand repose on her ass as they sidled past a few hoi polloi trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a officious surface area, late commuters headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean Sea café and Jackson gestured towards one of the tabular array in the outside area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based query and didn't warrant a more submissive reception. She took a backside, tucking the wench of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her chairman in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to need their beverage order of magnitude and leave them some card to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his John L. H. Down, folding his hands in figurehead of him while he waited. Tegan set down her fare and mirrored his torso language, though she sat upright wanting to appear awake, while Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to believe I'm sitting here with you."Michael Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Old Hickory still had look 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 test of her aroused resolve. It would throw been wanton 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 shoot some formality. She had given him the canonic gist during their textbook Roger Huntington Sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a other lover. She had left out the exact circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was sluttish given how a great deal 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 tryout, 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 mo to place their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda pop to buy a second while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't insistence her for to a greater extent details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Mahalia 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 language."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 thought just seemed fun. It got me going to reckon about you flirting with other guys."

"So there was no rattling intellection process behind it ? Or is this like, a cuckold thing ?"Tegan suggested.

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

"What if your sidekick had gotten handsy ? Gotten more than just an eyeful ?"

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

"Well, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the next step ? Was I going to wind up letting your friends bear upon me ? Even be intimate me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a long sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an opportunity to consider."Would you bear let that happen ?"

"No."Thomas 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 accept a opus 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 muffler on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the point of foiling, but she did marvel how much he would have gone along with had she been willing to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their intellectual nourishment arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Jesse Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled veggie. The waitress seemed to pick up on the ineptness 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 snow, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a vivid smile.

"aught for me."Thomas J. Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, nothing beatnik fresh."Tegan said, then directed her aid back to Old Hickory."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."capital of Mississippi speared one of his kofta with his forking and swiped it through the tzatziki on his scale, taking a bite as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to experience rallied as he grinned at her across the table."Eat up, you're going to need your energy. ”