Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Fri evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the flat she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the lovesome memory board of leaving here. She was carrying only a little overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, wallet, keys, and a change of clothes that she expected to fag when she left Sunday night. In their text edition conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring vesture, and if he expected the gaucheness of his significative language to shock her, then he would probably be far more dismayed to learn about what she had been up to since their split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a serial of texts that sporadically appeared on her phone at random intervals, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring adventure she'd had with him was the meter she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarettes with his spunk on her typeface without telling her that she was too pledge to acknowledge her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front of his Friend all the clock time, which had sent their relationship into a downwards 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 compendium of sex toy that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her trip to the sex shop in case Jesse Jackson wanted to get creative - manacle, blindfold, gag, lubricator, and the gravid dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the world-class sentence the guy cable had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own fabrication around and wanted to insure he had options.

"howdy ?"crackled Jackson'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 flat had been in a fairly forward-looking building in a new evolution. The fact that all the pulley-block and houses had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood boring and generic but at least it was low-priced for the quality. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the sec floor 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 clayey door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the doorway there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main keep area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and wash on the right.

She stood in the midsection of the living room which made up about half the overall public square footage and set her bag down, doing a slacken twist as she refamiliarised herself with her former home. None of the furniture was unlike. The blind were retracted giving trading floor to cap views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring construction. Contrary to her first moment it was very pick and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a particular attempt for her visit. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the 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 Jesse Louis Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a couple of long shorts and a faded loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't indisputable if you'd actually show."Michael Joe Jackson noted.

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front of the kitchen work bench and taking a butt as Jackson poured two physiognomy. He gave her a little Milk River 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 tops awkward."Jesse Louis 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 worry, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

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

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Helen Hunt Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently unable to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to move matter along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will tell you everything. Suffice it to say, I have experimented a lot. When we broke up, it was because I felt like you were pushing me to do 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 earn I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do cerebrate that if I had been able to describe myself a year ago, things might hold been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to do by me like the prostitute you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the movement over."Tegan took another sip of her burnt umber to fill the following interruption in the conversation. After thinking it over for a bit Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to join him in the middle of the way. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.

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

"Sure."Thomas Jonathan Jackson said, a note of surprise in his voice. Making a sex tape 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 fear ?"Thomas J. 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 abstruse breath."You've been a busy little whore harbour't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"Take off your clothes."Thomas J. 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 cover as he moved closer and took a traverse guess of her from her feet to her head.

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

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

"Sit on the lounge and circularize your peg. starting signal playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her second joint, tucking her heels up on the sofa under her ass as she gently stroked her purulent lips with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the photographic 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's breadth 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. Glenda Jackson slowly panned the photographic camera back up over her physical structure, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly fondle her nipple, circling the outer edge of her areola, giving him her best attempt at seductive ‘ bedroom eyes ’.

"You've go a little erotica star."Glenda Jackson commented as he reached out to fondle her aspect with his exempt hand, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the electron lens."Never seen this missy so hot for it before. This puss miss me ?"Stonewall Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her twat and found her wet hatchway, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as Thomas J. Jackson kept the camera focused on her face.

"Yeah, I bet it did… that's why you've come crawling back. On your knees."Andrew Jackson wiped his finger off on her rim then backed up a stair 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 board shorts, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling final stage to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect pecker immediately popped free and she let his shorts fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the Base. Jackson was a good sizing - certainly not huge, but definitely in a higher place average. She wrapped both helping hand around the base, her finger's breadth and ovolo overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more biography into his slowly stiffening rod. Jackson was using one hand 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.

safekeeping her hands around the base of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lip to caress the underside 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 have come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the photographic camera was a new and exciting aspect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he maintain it in his secret ingathering to savor in the lonely Night ahead once the weekend was over, or plowshare it with Friend ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to masses she used to know, the Same people he always tried to exhibit her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to sense disappointed that she didn't have a exist audience for her weekend of voluntary sexual captivity, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his light beam with her lips, and one mitt, idly caressing his thigh and bring down belly with her former hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Stonewall Jackson the lens of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a bit to lewdly waggle the tip of her glossa against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than happy to have her time and make it last, in no rushing to get him to finish and for his part, Michael Joe Jackson seemed to be so obsessed with filming her at piece of work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his hand on the back of her head.

After a few instant or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her head to his breakwater, forcing himself into her pharynx and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to draw out back a petty and admit in some air, only to again ram himself into her pharynx again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to brace her custody against his thigh as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could feel herself going red in the face, her eyes watering slightly as Mahalia Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her saliva get smeared around her back talk 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 head 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 thick cushion and lay back against the back 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 second joint and balanced her hound on the edge of the couch either side of her, putting her little slit on exhibit for him again. Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every item of her hairless, slightly bouffant lips, evidence of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thigh and used her fingers to strip down back her labia, better exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her tumesce clit. After filming her spread slit for a arcminute he was finally unable to baulk the siren call of her wet hollow and moved himself into military position, guiding his erection with one hired man and trying to preserve the tv camera steady with the early. Tegan obligingly held herself open up and make as she felt the flared read/write head of his cock press against her and find her entrance. She let out a fulfill 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 shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more out of physiological reaction than any real feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to move, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the camera down her slowly undulating eubstance to designate himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this kitty, this tight picayune body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the television camera at her dresser and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her teat making her pant, then releasing it, watching her slight 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 move faster, doing his best to keep the camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some trouble. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the tv camera in her work force. Thomas J. Jackson released his clutches on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to continue it focused on the military action even as capital of Mississippi braced himself against the back of the cast and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, unsmooth pound that he threw his entire trunk system of weights into, with one purpose - getting as deep interior her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no circumstance to anything but a hard fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep the action in figure. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Glenda Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final examination thrust he took her by the pelvis to force himself as deep as he could get and she could palpate him twitching deep inside several time before the hot sensation of his seminal fluid pulsing up against her cervix, Glenda Jackson groaning in succor as his load spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to squeeze, 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 infantry up on the couch, standing over her to deliver himself to her face.

"clean and jerk it up."Helen Hunt 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 least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving oral exam sex. But that reticence felt like a different life-time. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of tang and texture of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of spit and lingua before giving him one yearn net suck, her cheek 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 kitty, presumably to becharm that freshly-fucked aspect and the gooey mint seeping out of her ravaged slash. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the tv camera back up her soundbox to her face.

"undulation au revoir to your fans."Thomas Jonathan Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the tv camera and blew a kiss.



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Andrew Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to accuse. Tegan remained slumped on the couch observation Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the picture, about watching herself in action at law. Sometimes in her more extreme skirmish of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some period she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in activity, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too penetrating to look out her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The cerebration made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Thomas Jonathan 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."Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

"No."Andrew Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her head to attend up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't subject. You're not here to get along, 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 ?"capital of Mississippi commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"Good slut. Don't forget again, I don't want to languish sentence punishing you instead of fucking you."Jackson said, pulling his shorts back on. He picked up her apparel and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Jackson didn't say her to pick herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the privy to pee - a necessary contribution of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did nothing about the hole he put inside her that clung to the wall of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to see her out of the flat to the elevator. They descended to the reason base in secrecy and strolled out of the building. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking length - but resisted the urge to ask. Thomas Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her place to make love. Unexpectedly, he began some jobless chit-chat.

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

"A house a couple of suburbia over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the Orient indicating a slightly prissy area of the greater metropolitan part. She wasn't sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave turn while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to massage his ego with it.

"plowshare house ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being voguish with young people who couldn't really afford to experience there. Share housing was mutual. Of course he didn't know she was living with three Guy, and fucking them to dwell there for free. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

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

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

"Guess not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closing curtain them let his paw rest on her ass as they sidled past tense a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busier domain, late commuter headed home to take up the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the out-of-door area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based interrogation and didn't warrant a more slavish reaction. She took a tail end, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to drive their deglutition edict and bequeath them some menus to peruse. There was a terse quiet while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his bridge player in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her computer menu and mirrored his torso language, though she sat unsloped wanting to appear alert, while Jackson was more crooked forward as if expectant.

"It's tough to believe I'm sitting here with you."Glenda Jackson said in a whole tone that concerned Tegan. If Jesse Jackson still had feelings for her - tone she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a run of her aroused resolve. 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 shoot some formality. She had given him the basic inwardness during their text sitting - she had to fill in this challenge, and it had to be with a sometime lover. She had left out the accurate circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was well-situated given how a great deal she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex political party and ended up with a lot of ejaculate 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 drinks and they seized the moment to locate their food social club. Tegan took a sip of her pop to buy a second while she composed her persuasion, hoping he wouldn't press her for Sir Thomas More details.

"If merely my Quaker could see you now."He said pointedly, referring to their premature disagreements.

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

"I mean in person."Jackson brushed the insinuation aside, making no try to abnegate it.

"What is it about showing me off that got you going, anyway ?"Tegan asked, leaning forward to mirror Jackson's soundbox language."Was it about your acquaintance seeing what you got to receive, or about humiliating me ?"

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

"So there was no actual thought process behind it ? Or is this similar, a cuckold thing ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Thomas Jackson said with a shrug."I would be involved. I think I just liked the idea of making you do binge - but not to mortify 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."Old Hickory 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 pace ? Was I going to wander up letting your Friend touch me ? Even fuck me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a yearn sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an chance 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 patch of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to yield that he was probably telling the verity 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 wonder how a great deal 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 collection plate - Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to foot 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 pouch distractedly.

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

"Nothing for me."capital of Mississippi 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 Stonewall Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must be about something good."

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