Tegan arrived at Jesse Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday even and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the flat she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the fondest storage of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, wallet, winder, and a change of clothes that she expected to wear when she left Sun night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend capital of Mississippi had assured her she wouldn't be requiring habiliment, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive language to take aback her, then he would probably be far more appall to learn about what she had been up to since their schism. His undefined allusions to what had planned to do with their two mean solar day together rolled in over a series of textual matter 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 daring adventure she'd had with him was the sentence she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarettes with his spunk on her nerve without telling her that she was too rummy to notice her shirt wasn't covering her nipple. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front man of his Quaker all the meter, which had sent their relationship into a down whorl as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to ask from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small assemblage of sex plaything that she'd accumulated as giving and from her trip to the sex shop in case Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lube, and the turgid dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first time the cat had used it on her, but she doubted Glenda Jackson had one of his own prevarication around and wanted to insure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled Michael Jackson's voice from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The doorway buzzed and she pushed it exposed, making her way to the elevator. Their flat had been in a fairly advanced construction in a new developing. The fact that all the blocks and planetary house had been developed by the one company made the neighborhood boring and generic but at to the lowest degree it was low-cost for the timbre. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her deal as she rode up to the second story then along the anteroom to the end. The door opened as she approached and Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson greeted her with an awkward grin, standing aside to let her in, the labored door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main living area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and washables 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 quondam home. None of the furniture was different. The blinds were retracted giving floor to cap perspective of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring construction. contrary to her expectations it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Thomas Jonathan Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special travail for her visit. There was one notable divergence, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the street corner that presumably captured the unit room. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to capital of Mississippi who was watching her with an air of first moment. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a twain of long short and a languish unaffixed fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't sure if you'd actually show."capital of Mississippi noted.

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining board just in figurehead of the kitchen bench and taking a hind end as Thomas J. Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a footling milk and one lolly 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 fall apart the ice.

"I'm not sure why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of umber."To be honest I'm surprised I still have dress 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 worry, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

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

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

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

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to actuate things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to cognize, I will tell you everything. do it to say, I have experimented a lot. When we broke up, it was because I felt like you were pushing me to do affair 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 uncommitted for the foreseeable future - but I do suppose that if I had been able to discover myself a twelvemonth ago, things might birth been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to handle 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 crusade over."Tegan took another sip of her java to fulfil the be pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute Helen Hunt Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to join him in the center of the room. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her manus and stood facing the camera.

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

"Sure."Glenda Jackson said, a note of surprisal in his vocalism. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedroom hypnotism to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't tending ?"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 deeply intimation."You've been a interfering picayune sporting lady haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Mahalia Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"issue off your clothes."Stonewall 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 door 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 half spin letting it playfully billow out for a moment before reaching behind her neck opening and untied the Calidris canutus keeping the strap covering her chest in place and as soon as she released them the attire fell to the base, sliding down her slender frame and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Jackson commented from his gonzo cinematographer point of thought as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one hired man to pinch one of her mammilla, keeping her face in the shot as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and circularise your wooden leg. starting line playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thighs, tucking her dog up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy lips with her finger, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the camera than about really 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 clitoris, finding herself excited by the consideration even without needing to manually stimulate herself. capital of Mississippi slowly panned the camera back up over her torso, focusing on her human face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly fondle her nipples, circling the outer edge of her areola, giving him her best attempt at seductive ‘ bedchamber eyes ’.

"You've become a little porn star."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her aspect with his free hand, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the lens."Never seen this female child so hot for it before. This pussycat miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her slit and found her wet initiative, 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 fingerbreadth off on her lips then backed up a footmark 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 display board boxers, 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 peter immediately popped free and she let his trunks fall to the flooring as she wrapped her hands around the base. Michael Jackson was a effective sizing - certainly not vast, but definitely supra average. She wrapped both script around the Base, her digit and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more lifetime into his slowly stiffening rod. Thomas Jonathan Jackson was using one handwriting 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.

safekeeping her hands around the base of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her rim to caress the bottom as she looked up at the camera, using her glossa to stroke the underside. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not accept come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and exciting chance for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he hold it in his private accumulation to savor in the unfrequented nighttime ahead once the weekend was over, or part it with friends ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would ploughshare it and show it to people she used to know, the same people he always tried to show her off to. make her recent experience she was already beginning to feel foiled that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of voluntary sexual captivity, even as she took him in her sassing and began to slowly work his beam of light with her lips, and one manus, idly caressing his thigh and lower belly with her other deal with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at capital of Mississippi the lens of the television camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a consequence to lewdly waggle the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her sweat. She was more than felicitous to exact her time and hit it live, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his part, Helen Hunt Jackson seemed to be so haunted with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his manus on the back of her head.

After a few arcminute or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her head to his breakwater, 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 lease in some air, only to again force himself into her pharynx again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to brace her manus against his thighs as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could finger herself going red in the typeface, her centre watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her saliva 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 result she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her chief 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 mysterious 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 couch either English of her, putting her little slit on showing for him again. Jesse Louis Jackson held the tv camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly intumescent brim, grounds of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"feast it"Thomas Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her work force under her thigh and used her fingers to strip back her labia, better exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her vain clit. After filming her spread puss for a minute he was finally ineffectual to resist the siren shout of her wet hole and moved himself into side, guiding his erection with one hand and trying to keep back the camera unwavering with the other. 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 head back as she felt him button into her slippery tunnel and easily slide in until he was buried up to the hilt inside her.

When she looked back at him she found herself staring into the tv camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in overplus, though this was More out of reflex than any real intuitive feeling of shyness. She moaned as Thomas Jackson began to move, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the ardent handle, panning the photographic camera down her slowly undulating physical structure to evince himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this pussy, this fuddled minuscule body."Andrew Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her thorax 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 township 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 move faster, doing his upright to retain the tv camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to represent some trouble. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her mitt. Jackson released his clench on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screenland, trying to stay fresh it focused on the legal action even as Jackson braced himself against the backbone of the couch and began to Ezra Pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, rough pounding that he threw his full body weight into, with one purpose - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving move that gave no condition to anything but a hard nookie. Tegan panted as Michael Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep the action in frame. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem potential she was going to come before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one last driving force he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside various meter before the hot sensation of his seed pulsing up against her 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 member caked with a mix of their fluids.

Jackson took the camera back from her and put one base 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 buss after receiving viva voce sex. But that reticence felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of feel and texture of the sticky goo finishing as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous applications programme of spit and tongue before giving him one prospicient final suck, her brass drawn inwards as he was released from her sass with an audible pop.

"Good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the lounge and moved the television camera back to her pussy, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked flavour and the gooey pickle seeping out of her ravage gash. Apparently satisfied capital of Mississippi panned the camera back up her dead body to her face.

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



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Old Hickory shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the couch observation Thomas Jonathan Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the TV, about watching herself in action mechanism. Sometimes in her more extreme encounters of late she had almost felt like she was away herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was adequate to of or had ever considered, but at some point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too bang-up to watch her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The thought made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Glenda 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 trash of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Jesse Louis 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 drumhead to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to come, are you ? You're here to please me."

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

"Do you understand, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"trade good slut. Don't forget again, I don't want to waste clock time punishing you instead of fucking you."Andrew Jackson said, pulling his short circuit back on. He picked up her dress and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Thomas Jonathan Jackson didn't severalise 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 bathroom to pee - a necessary office of the sex rite if she wanted to avoid 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 skid and Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her shank to see her out of the flat to the elevator. They descended to the ground floor 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 state her it wasn't her space to bonk. Unexpectedly, he began some slug chit-chat.

"So where are you living these twenty-four hour period anyway ?"He queried.

"A house a span of suburbia over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her headland to the eastward indicating a slightly nicer area of the greater metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to save up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to massage his ego with it.

"Share mansion ?"

"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 dwell there. share housing was usual. Of course he didn't know she was living with three cat, and fucking them to live there for free. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty quiet on social lately."Jesse Louis 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 oecumenical way of what passed for a commercial district in the area, near to a railroad train station, a supermarket and occasional dining.

"supposition not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her shank and pulled her close them let his hand relief on her ass as they sidled yesteryear a few masses trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busy orbit, of 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 tables in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an feeling based interrogation and didn't warrant a more slavish reaction. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her professorship in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drink orders and go forth them some menus to peruse. There was a laconic secrecy while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his hands in straw man of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his eubstance speech, though she sat good wanting to seem alert, while Thomas Jackson was more stooping forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had touch sensation for her - touch sensation she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the reliable nature of the challenge presented, a mental testing of her emotional resolve. It would receive been well-to-do if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, headmaster. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to inject some formality. She had given him the basic gist during their text edition sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a other lover. She had left out the exact lot of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how a good 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 trials, or exactly how many men there were, contingent she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the here and now to localize their food society. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a second gear while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't jam her for More details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Michael Joe 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 Quaker seeing what you got to have, or about humiliating me ?"

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

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

"I'm no cuck"Helen Hunt 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 more than just an eyeful ?"

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."Thomas 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 side by side stone's throw ? Was I going to hoist up letting your friends touch me ? Even fuck me, as things got out of controller ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a yearn sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an chance to recall."Would you have let that occur ?"

"No."Jesse 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 receive a piece of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to grant that he was probably telling the the true 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 frustration, but she did wonder how very much he would have gone along with had she been bequeath to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - 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 bright smile.

"naught for me."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 measure fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Helen Hunt Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"moldiness be about something good."

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