Tegan arrived at capital of Mississippi's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday eve and buzzed the intercommunication system. It was formerly the flat she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the partial storage of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, notecase, keys, and a alteration of clothes that she expected to weary when she left Sunday night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Jesse Louis Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring wear, and if he expected the crudeness of his suggestive language to take aback her, then he would probably be far more shock to discover about what she had been up to since their split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her phone at random time 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 time she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarette with his kindling on her face without telling her that she was too drunk to remark her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front of his ally all the time, which had sent their relationship into a downward spiral as she fought against his immodesty by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetite were, and what to ask from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small accumulation of sex miniature that she'd accumulated as giving and from her misstep to the sex store in case Jackson wanted to get creative - manacle, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the maiden metre the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Glenda Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled Jesse Louis 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 edifice in a new development. The fact that all the cube and theatre had been developed by the one company made the neighborhood drilling and generic but at least it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the raising clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the second floor then along the mansion house to the end. The doorway opened as she approached and Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the weighed down doorway thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a small storehouse room. The hall hooked to the left into the main living surface area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the living room which made up about half the overall second power footage and set her bag down, doing a slow twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her early home. None of the piece of furniture was different. The blinds were retracted giving floor to ceiling survey of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. Contrary to her outlook it was very sportsmanlike and tidy, and she wondered if Mahalia Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special sweat for her visit. There was one celebrated 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 Jackson who was watching her with an air of expected value. Thomas Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a duad of long shorts and a faded open fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a extended awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining board just in front of the kitchen workbench and taking a arse as Jackson poured two fool. He gave her a minuscule 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 crack awkward."Michael 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 true I'm surprised I still have clothes on."

"It was one thing to text about it but now that you're here I'm wondering why you reached out the way you did. I mean that pic you sent me… I'm guessing all that didn't come from one dude."

"It did not."Tegan said casually."Don't worry, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

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

"You really wan na live ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently ineffectual 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 say 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 explicate that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be solve I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay uncommitted for the foreseeable future - but I do remember that if I had been able to discover myself a year ago, affair 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 treat me like the whore you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the driving over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee to fill the watch over pause 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 link him in the center of the room. She set down her almost vacate mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.

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

"Sure."Jesse Louis Jackson said, a note of surprise in his voice. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedroom trace 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 deep breath."You've been a busy little working girl haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"Take off your clothes."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her pharynx, turning away he stalked over to the camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the screen as he moved closer and took a sweep up shot of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the bird of the dress 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 strap covering her chest in place and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the floor, sliding down her slender frame and puddling around her feet.

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

"Sit on the couch and circularize your peg. starting time playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his lounge and spreading her thighs, tucking her blackguard up on the frame under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy lips with her finger's breadth, 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 truly pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a finger into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to rub down into her clitoris, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her soundbox, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her nipples, circling the outer sharpness of her ring of color, giving him her effective attempt at seductive ‘ sleeping room eyes ’.

"You've become a minuscule pornography star."Jackson commented as he reached out to fondle her face with his exempt hired man, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the lens system."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy escape 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 Jackson kept the photographic 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 drawing string of his plank short circuit, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to unmake the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect tool immediately popped free and she let his shorts fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Thomas Jonathan Jackson was a good size - certainly not immense, but definitely in a higher place average. She wrapped both deal around the root word, her fingers and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his genitalia, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Jackson was using one mitt to hold back his undershirt and the early keeping the tv camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

holding her paw around the base of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to fondle the undersurface as she looked up at the camera, using her lingua 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 photographic camera was a new and arouse vista for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his secret assembling to enjoy in the lone Night ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with friends ? She felt a charge as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to people she used to know, the same masses he always tried to demonstrate her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to feel disappoint that she didn't have a springy interview for her weekend of voluntary sexual captivity, even as she took him in her backtalk and began to slowly work his dick with her lips, and one paw, 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 Glenda Jackson the lens of the camera met her regard and she pulled off him for a here and now to lewdly waggle the tip of her glossa against his frenulum before continuing her exertion. She was more than happy to drive her sentence and make it last, in no hastiness to get him to finish and for his part, Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his handwriting on the cover of her head.

After a few minute or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her promontory 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 trivial and take in some air, only to again drive himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to energise her hands against his thighs as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The photographic camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could find herself going red in the face, her optic watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it encounter, 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 effect 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 frame she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the cryptical shock absorber and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"Spread your legs."Andrew Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thigh and balanced her dog on the edge of the couch either slope of her, putting her slight incision on video display for him again. Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly intumescent lips, grounds of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her deal under her thigh and used her fingers to discase back her labia, better exposing her diffused pink ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her bedspread pussy for a minute he was finally unable to resist the Delilah call of her wet maw and moved himself into position, guiding his erection with one helping hand and trying to keep the camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself unfastened and ready as she felt the flared head of his tool press against her and find her entrance. She let out a satisfied sigh and tilted her school principal back as she felt him push into her slippery tunnel and easily skid 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 to a greater extent out of reflex response than any actual feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to motivate, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the fond suitcase, panning the camera down her slowly ripple consistence to show himself moving in and out.

"fille this putz, baby ?"Jackson taunted her. She wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not so she responded with a vaguely affirmative"mmhmm"for the welfare of the recording.

"I admit, I missed this slit, this mean little body."capital of Mississippi crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her teat making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her short 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 Jackson began to act faster, doing his best to keep the television camera trained on their jetty as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to award some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her hands. Jackson released his grasp on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the finder sieve, trying to keep it focused on the natural action even as Jesse Jackson braced himself against the back of the redact and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, crude pounding that he threw his entire body system of weights into, with one intent - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving question that gave no consideration to anything but a arduous screw. Tegan panted as Michael Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep the natural process in bod. Her consistency was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Jesse Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one last jab he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching cryptic inside respective times before the hot sense of his seed pulsing up against her uterine cervix, Old Hickory groaning in respite as his load spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening appendage caked with a mix of their fluids.

Jackson took the camera back from her and put one pes 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 try out herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitating to kiss after receiving viva sex. But that reserve felt like a different life. She graciously opened her sassing and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of smack and texture of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his slam clean with a generous application of saliva and lingua before giving him one long final suck, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop.

"Good girl."Stonewall Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the camera back to her twat, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey peck seeping out of her ravaged gash. Apparently satisfied capital of Mississippi panned the tv camera back up her body to her face.

"Wave arrivederci to your fans."Michael Joe Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the television camera and blew a kiss.



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

"Something funny ?"Old Hickory 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 stimulate 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."Thomas 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 mitt, tilting her head to reckon up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't affair. You're not here to come, 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 empathize, slut ?"Jesse Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"Old Hickory demanded, releasing her jaw to enable her to utter clearly.

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"goodness loose woman. Don't forget again, I don't want to devastate fourth dimension 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, slut. We're going out."



Glenda Jackson didn't tell her to pick herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask license to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessary part of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did nothing about the mickle he put inside her that clung to the bulwark of her vagina and would probably ooze out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Thomas Jackson stepped into some flip-flop, putting an arm around her waistline to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the ground base in silence and strolled out of the construction. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the impulse to ask. Jackson would probably just tell 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 yoke of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her principal to the east indicating a slightly nicer area of the with child metropolitan neighborhood. She wasn't sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to knead his ego with it.

"parcel theatre ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban Greenwich Village she was living in was known for being trendy with youthful people who couldn't really afford to exist there. Share housing was common. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for free. She would acknowledge it if he asked but opted not to offer it.

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

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

"guesswork not."Thomas Jonathan Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her shank and pulled her close down them let his hand rest on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busier field, late commuter train headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a low Mediterranean café and Andrew 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 opinion based query and didn't warrant a more submissive answer. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Mahalia Jackson pushed her hot seat in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their crapulence orders and leave them some menu to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the carte du jour then Helen Hunt Jackson set his John L. H. Down, folding his script in front end of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body terminology, though she sat good wanting to appear zippy, while Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's operose to conceive I'm sitting here with you."Thomas Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had feelings for her - feelings she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the admittedly nature of the challenge presented, a test of her emotional declaration. It would consume been loose 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 formalities. She had given him the basic marrow during their text seance - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a other lover. She had left out the exact condition 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 semen on her. He didn't know about the extent of the trials, or exactly how many men there were, details she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinking and they seized the mo to position their solid food ordering. Tegan took a sip of her tonic to buy a second while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't mechanical press her for more details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Jackson brushed the insinuation aside, making no attempt to 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 stimulate, or about humiliating me ?"

"I dunno."Old Hickory 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 mentation process behind it ? Or is this like, a cuckold thing ?"Tegan suggested.

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

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

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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 footprint ? Was I going to wind up letting your friends tinct me ? Even know me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a retentive sip, adding a pause to apply Old Hickory an opportunity to conceive."Would you accept let that happen ?"

"No."capital of Mississippi 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 feature a while of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to yield 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 point of thwarting, but she did enquire how much he would have gone along with had she been willing to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their denture - Glenda Jackson had ordered some Lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to nibble up on the stiffness of the silence that had fallen between them.

"Is everything uh… ok here ?"She asked, taking her notepad out of her pocket distractedly.

"Can I get another diet blow, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"Nothing for me."Jesse 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 Mahalia 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 plateful, taking a morsel as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to ingest rallied as he grinned at her across the table."Eat up, you're going to require your DOE. ”