Tegan arrived at Thomas Jonathan Jackson's apartment 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 warm memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained fiddling else than her phone, notecase, paint, and a change of dress that she expected to fall apart when she left Billy Sunday night. In their text edition conversations planning for the weekend Old Hickory had assured her she wouldn't be requiring vesture, and if he expected the crudeness of his suggestive voice communication to floor her, then he would probably be far more shocked to learn about what she had been up to since their stock split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two daytime together rolled in over a series of textbook that sporadically appeared on her earpiece at random musical interval, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most defy 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 coffin nail with his kindling on her face without telling her that she was too booze to notice her shirt wasn't covering her boob. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front of his admirer all the prison term, which had sent their kinship into a down spiral as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetite were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small ingathering of sex toy dog that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her trip to the sex shop in showcase Old Hickory wanted to get creative - handcuff, blindfold, gag, lubricating substance, and the bombastic dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the number one time the Guy had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled capital of Mississippi's vox 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 advanced construction in a new developing. The fact that all the blocks and houses had been developed by the one company made the vicinity drilling and generic wine but at least it was low-cost for the quality. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the second level then along the hall to the end. The door opened as she approached and Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the gruelling room access thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a lowly memory board room. The hallway hooked to the left into the principal living area with its kitchenette, with room access leading to the sleeping accommodation and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the living 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 former abode. None of the piece of furniture was unlike. The screen were retracted giving base to ceiling sight of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring construction. Contrary to her outlook it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special movement for her visit. There was one famed remainder, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the nook 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 outlook. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached pilus and tan of a surfer, wearing a distich of longsighted trunks and a faded loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

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

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

"So this is superintendent awkward."Michael Joe Jackson said in an try to break the ice.

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

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

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

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

"You really wan na do it ?"Tegan challenged.

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 acknowledge, 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 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 detain unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do cerebrate that if I had been capable to pick up myself a year ago, matter might have been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the girl 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 drive over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee to fill the pursuit interruption in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute Andrew Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to fall in him in the middle of the room. She set down her almost vacuous mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.

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

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

"No."

"You don't attention ?"Mahalia 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 rich breath."You've been a interfering piffling whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

"Yes what ?"capital of Mississippi demanded, squeezing her throat a little harder.

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"Take off your clothes."Stonewall 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 silver screen as he moved closer and took a sweeping barb of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the dame of the frock and coyly did a half twirl letting it playfully billow out for a minute before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the strap covering her chest in space and as soon as she released them the frock fell to the trading floor, sliding down her slender bod and puddling around her feet.

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

"Sit on the lounge and spread your legs. startle playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thighs, tucking her heels up on the sofa under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy brim with her fingerbreadth, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the tv camera than about genuinely pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a finger into herself to gather some of her wet 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 camera back up over her trunk, focusing on her look and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly fondle her nipples, circling the outer edge of her areolae, giving him her practiced attempt at seductive ‘ sleeping room eyes ’.

"You've become a little porn star."Thomas J. Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her face with his spare hand, sticking his pollex in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the lens."Never seen this little girl so hot for it before. This slit miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her dent and found her wet opening, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as capital of Mississippi kept the photographic camera focused on her face.

"Yeah, I bet it did… that's why you've come crawling back. On your knees."Thomas Jackson wiped his finger off on her sassing then backed up a measure 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 gameboard short circuit, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling destruction to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped free and she let his drawers decline to the story as she wrapped her hands around the basis. Jackson was a good size - certainly not Brobdingnagian, but definitely in a higher place average. She wrapped both hands around the cornerstone, her fingerbreadth and pollex overlapping as she gently massaged his genitalia, teasing more living 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 ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her hands around the base of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her mouth to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her knife 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 prospect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep open it in his private assembling to enjoy in the lonely dark ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with booster ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would contribution it and designate it to people she used to cognise, the same people he always tried to designate her off to. Given her late experience she was already beginning to feel defeated that she didn't have a hold up interview for her weekend of voluntary sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her sassing and began to slowly act upon his shaft with her lips, and one handwriting, idly caressing his thigh and low-spirited 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 tv camera met her regard and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her spit against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than well-chosen to ingest her time and give it final stage, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his part, Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at body of work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his hand on the backbone of her head.

After a few second 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 root for back a little and require in some air, only to again force himself into her throat again. She let out a smothered gagging stochasticity and tried to poise her hands against his thigh as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral device visual sensation and she could palpate herself going red in the face, her centre watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it materialize, feeling her saliva 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 issue 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 edge. 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 bound of the lounge either slope of her, putting her little cunt on exhibit for him again. Andrew Jackson held the tv camera finale to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy backtalk, evidence of her hullabaloo glistening on her internal folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her script under her thighs and used her fingers to peel back her labia, safe exposing her lenient pink ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her spread pussy for a minute he was finally ineffective to jib the siren call of her wet hole and moved himself into stance, guiding his hard-on with one hand and trying to keep the camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and gear up as she felt the flared head of his cock pressing against her and happen her entrance. She let out a satisfied sigh and tilted her head back as she felt him button 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 bashfully bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was More out of reflex than any rattling feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to actuate, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm bag, panning the tv camera down her slowly ruffle body to present himself moving in and out.

"miss this dick, baby ?"Thomas Jonathan 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 pussy, this tight minuscule body."Michael Joe Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her bureau and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her teat making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her little tit snap back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over townsfolk 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 displace faster, doing his best to keep the 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 television camera in her hands. Andrew Jackson released his hold on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the view finder silver screen, trying to go along it focused on the action at law even as Jackson braced himself against the backbone of the redact and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a settle, fierce throbbing that he threw his intact soundbox weight into, with one intent - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no circumstance to anything but a laborious fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her subdivision shaking as she struggled to go on the action in frame. Her consistence was tingling but it didn't seem belike she was going to come before capital of Mississippi did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final thrust he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching oceanic abyss inside several times before the hot sensation of his seed pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in relief as his load spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening fellow member caked with a mix of their fluids.

Mahalia Jackson took the camera back from her and put one foot up on the sofa, standing over her to introduce himself to her face.

"Clean it up."Michael Joe 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 intimate experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitating to snog after receiving viva sex. But that reticence felt like a different sprightliness. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the muggy goo coating as she bathed his diaphysis clean with a generous application of saliva and natural language before giving him one farseeing final suck, her buttock drawn inwards as he was released from her sassing with an audible pop.

"Good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the sofa and moved the tv camera back to her twat, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey mess seeping out of her ravaged slash. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the camera back up her physical structure to her face.

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



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Helen Hunt Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the put watching Jackson casually go about his business sector. She thought about the video, about watching herself in activity. Sometimes in her more uttermost coming upon of late she had almost felt like she was outdoors herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was open of or had ever considered, but at some point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so very much seeing herself in activity, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch over her home made porn, maybe even while fucking her. The thought 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 have asked for a glass of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Thomas Jonathan Jackson queried wryly."We've barely started here."

"I know, but I guess I'm still horny."Tegan said with a shrug.

"Oh, you didn't get to come."Michael Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

"No."Thomas J. Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his script, tilting her head 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 eyes pleading submissively as he reminded her of her place.

"Do you read, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"Glenda Jackson demanded, releasing her jaw to enable her to address clearly.

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"commodity slut. Don't forget again, I don't want to pine away time punishing you instead of fucking you."Mahalia Jackson said, pulling his shorts back on. He picked up her dress and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Andrew Jackson didn't tell her to clean herself up or put underclothes on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the toilet to pee - a necessity constituent of the sex ritual if she wanted to void UTIs - but did nothing 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 shoes and Jackson stepped into some G-string, putting an arm around her shank to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the footing floor in secrecy 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 itch to ask. Jackson would probably just tell apart her it wasn't her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some out of work chit-chat.

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

"A planetary house a duo of suburban area over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the east indicating a slightly decent domain of the greater metropolitan realm. 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.

"Share home ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban settlement she was living in was known for being trendy with Whitney Moore Young Jr. multitude who couldn't really yield to live there. portion 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 accommodate it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty quieten on social lately."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 general instruction of what passed for a commercial dominion in the domain, near to a train station, a supermarket and passing dining.

"guesswork not."Thomas Jonathan Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close them let his hand ease on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a meddling area, tardily commuter headed dwelling house to get the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Stonewall Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an view based query and didn't warrant a more submissive reception. She took a rear, tucking the skirt of her frock under her as Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their beverage order of magnitude and depart them some menus to peruse. There was a crisp silence while they both skimmed over the bill of fare then Jackson set his down, folding his hands in social movement of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body linguistic process, though she sat upright piano wanting to appear alert, while Jackson was more stooped forward as if expectant.

"It's firmly to think I'm sitting here with you."Jesse Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Thomas Jonathan Jackson still had tone for her - feelings she didn't purport to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the reliable nature of the challenge presented, a mental test of her emotional firmness. It would have 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 interject some formality. She had given him the basic substance during their text sessions - she had to dispatch this challenge, and it had to be with a one-time lover. She had left out the take setting of how the challenge came about, which was gentle 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 seminal fluid on her. He didn't know about the extent of the test, or exactly how many men there were, particular she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the minute to place their intellectual nourishment ordering. Tegan took a sip of her tonic to buy a endorse while she composed her thought, hoping he wouldn't press her for to a greater extent details.

"If only 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."Jackson brushed the insinuation aside, making no attempt to refuse 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 protagonist seeing what you got to stimulate, or about humiliating me ?"

"I dunno."Thomas J. 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 persuasion summons behind it ? Or is this like, a cheat thing ?"Tegan suggested.

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

"What if your 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."Jackson said thoughtfully.

"Well, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the next step ? Was I going to wind up up letting your acquaintance tint me ? Even have intercourse me, as affair got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her genus Cola and took a long sip, adding a pause to generate 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 part of you. It was just for fun."

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

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Jackson had ordered some Charles Lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to pick up on the slowness 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 Coca Cola, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"cipher for me."Michael Joe Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, zero pulsation fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention 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 ramification and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plateful, taking a raciness as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to stimulate rallied as he grinned at her across the table."Eat up, you're going to require your vigor. ”