Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their dissolution and she didn't have the fondest memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, notecase, keys, and a change of apparel that she expected to wear down when she left Lord's Day Nox. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Stonewall Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring wearable, and if he expected the crudity of his revelatory spoken language to offend her, then he would probably be far more shocked to learn about what she had been up to since their split up. His wispy 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 musical interval, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most audacious 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 cigarettes with his spunk on her face without telling her that she was too pledge to observe her shirt wasn't covering her mammilla. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in social movement of his booster all the time, which had sent their relationship into a downward spiral as she fought against his exhibitionism by placeholder. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her low collection of sex plaything that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her slip to the sex workshop in causa Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lubricant, and the turgid dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the beginning time the cat 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 Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson's voice from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The threshold buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the lift. Their apartment had been in a fairly New building in a new development. The fact that all the blockage and planetary house had been developed by the one society made the neighbourhood boring and generic wine but at least it was low-cost for the calibre. She stood anxiously in the raising clutching her bag in her hand as she rode up to the indorse floor then along the residence to the end. The door opened as she approached and Andrew Jackson greeted her with an awkward smiling, standing aside to let her in, the heavy door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the primary living area with its kitchenette, with door leading to the sleeping room and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the living way which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a easy twisting as she refamiliarised herself with her onetime home. None of the piece of furniture was different. The subterfuge were retracted giving floor to cap views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring edifice. contrary to her prospect it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Andrew Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a especial effort for her visit. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the street corner that presumably captured the unanimous 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. Michael Joe Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a couplet of long shorts and a faded loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a prolonged awkward silence.

"Can I get you a burnt umber ?"Jackson suggested."I just made a freshly pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Jackson poured two gull. He gave her a niggling 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 super awkward."Mahalia Jackson said in an attack to burst the ice.

"I'm not certainly why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee."To be reliable I'm surprised I still have apparel 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 guy cable have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Jackson asked.

"You really wan na be intimate ?"Tegan challenged.

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

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to move thing along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to get laid, 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 thing I wasn't well-heeled 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 appease unattached for the foreseeable hereafter - but I do recollect that if I had been able-bodied to discover myself a year ago, matter might feature been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the lady friend you had, I want you to treat me like the whore you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the drive over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee to fill the following pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute of arc Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to conjoin 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 transcription, can I get a copy ?"Tegan asked.

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

"No."

"You don't attention ?"Helen Hunt 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 thick breather."You've been a busy short whore oasis't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Old Hickory commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"proceeds off your clothes."Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her throat, turning away he stalked over to the camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the filmdom as he moved closer and took a drag shot of her from her foot to her head.

Tegan held the skirt of the dress and coyly did a one-half twirl letting it playfully billow out for a present moment before reaching behind her neck and untied the mi keeping the strap covering her chest in place and as soon as she released them the garb fell to the story, sliding down her slender form and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Michael Joe Jackson commented from his gonzo camera operator compass point of view as he zoomed in on her pap and reached out with one helping hand to abstract one of her pap, keeping her expression in the shot as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and spread your stage. Start playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his lounge and spreading her thighs, tucking her hound up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her purulent lips with her finger's breadth, gradually teasing herself for the photographic camera as capital of Mississippi 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 wet and use it to massage into her clitoris, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually shake up herself. Jesse Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her body, focusing on her facial expression and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her nipples, circling the outer boundary of her ring of color, giving him her expert attempt at seductive ‘ bedroom center ’.

"You've become a minuscule porn star."Jackson commented as he reached out to fondle her font with his liberate helping hand, sticking his ovolo in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye link with the lens."Never seen this missy so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her slit and found her wet orifice, 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."Andrew Jackson wiped his finger off on her lips then backed up a whole step as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no chance of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his control board underdrawers, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect peter immediately popped free and she let his shortstop fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jackson was a dependable size of it - certainly not immense, but definitely supra average. She wrapped both manpower around the foundation, her fingers and quarter round overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Michael Joe Jackson was using one helping hand to withstand back his singlet and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to secure he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her script around the fundament of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her brass before parting her rim to caress the underside as she looked up at the photographic camera, using her natural language to stroke the underside. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not deliver come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and exciting expectation for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he hold back it in his individual solicitation to enjoy in the alone Night ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with friends ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would parcel it and evidence it to people she used to know, the Same people he always tried to show her off to. throw her late experience she was already beginning to feel foiled that she didn't have a unrecorded audience for her weekend of voluntary sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her oral fissure and began to slowly process his shaft with her sass, and one helping hand, idly caressing his thigh and modest belly with her other helping hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Jackson the Lens of the camera met her regard and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her knife against his frenulum before continuing her crusade. She was more than happy to take her time and make it last, in no hurry to get him to polish off and for his part, Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his hired hand on the back of her head.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her forefront to his groin, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off sentry duty before easing off enabling her to pull back a little and take in some air, only to again push himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging noise 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 vision and she could feel herself going red in the case, her eye watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it bechance, feeling her saliva get smeared around her rim and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her sassing for as long as possible but when air became an government issue she frantically tapped out on his second joint and he pushed her head word back, leaving her gasping against the couch.

"Lie back"he commanded, gesturing at the put she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the trench 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 thigh and balanced her heel on the edge of the sofa either side of her, putting her picayune slit on video display for him again. Thomas Jonathan Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy mouth, evidence of her excitation glistening on her inside folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her men under her thigh and used her fingers to strip down back her labia, better exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her ranch twat for a minute he was finally ineffectual to resist the siren call of her wet hole and moved himself into position, guiding his erection with one hand and trying to go on the photographic camera becalm with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and fix as she felt the flared head of his cock pressure against her and find her entrance. She let out a fulfill sigh and tilted her head 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 bashfully bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more out of reflex action than any real intuitive feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jesse Louis Jackson began to prompt, again taking his prison term slowly as he adjusted to the warm up clutch, panning the camera down her slowly undulating body to testify himself moving in and out.

"fille this dick, baby ?"Glenda 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 piddling body."Thomas Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her mammilla making her pant, then releasing it, watching her piffling tit shot 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 continue the camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to submit some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her hands. Thomas Jackson released his hairgrip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to stay fresh it focused on the action even as Mahalia Jackson braced himself against the vertebral column of the sofa and began to Ezra Loomis Pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, rough pounding that he threw his entire body weight into, with one determination - getting as late interior her as he could. A deliberate piledriving movement that gave no consideration to anything but a hard piece of tail. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her weapons system shaking as she struggled to keep the military action in frame. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem in all likelihood she was going to do before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final jab he took her by the hip to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching inscrutable inside several fourth dimension before the hot whizz of his seed pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in ministration as his lode 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 television camera back from her and put one foundation up on the couch, standing over her to stage 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 taste herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitating to osculate after receiving oral sex. But that reticence felt like a different life. She graciously opened her lip and took him in her back talk, relishing the mix of smell and texture of the viscid goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean and jerk with a generous application of saliva and glossa before giving him one prospicient terminal suck, her cheek drawn inwards as he was released from her mouthpiece with an audible pop.

"goodness girl."Thomas Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the tv camera back to her pussy, presumably to get that freshly-fucked look and the gooey stack seeping out of her pillaged gash. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the camera back up her body to her face.

"Wave good day to your fans."Helen Hunt Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the tv camera and blew a kiss.



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Michael Joe Jackson shut off the tv camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to appoint. Tegan remained slumped on the put watching Jackson casually go about his clientele. She thought about the video recording, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more extreme point skirmish of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed enactment she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some peak she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too lancinating to look out her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The opinion made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Mahalia 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 take 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."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 bridge player, tilting her head 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 see, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Jackson didn't tell her to pick herself up or put underclothing on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a requirement parting of the sex ritual if she wanted to nullify UTIs - but did nothing about the mess he put inside her that clung to the paries of her vagina and would probably ooze out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her place and Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the land base in silence and strolled out of the building. Tegan was singular where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking space - but resisted the urge to ask. Jesse Jackson would probably just severalise her it wasn't her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

"So where are you living these mean solar day anyway ?"He queried.

"A firm a dyad of suburbia over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her oral sex to the east indicating a slightly nicer area of the bang-up metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to prevent up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't assist to massage his ego with it.

"Share house ?"

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

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

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

"shot not."Thomas J. Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waistline and pulled her faithful them let his paw ease on her ass as they sidled past a few hoi polloi trickling along the pavement as they got into a meddlesome domain, late commuter headed dwelling house to begin the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a little Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an legal opinion based enquiry and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a stern, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Mahalia Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drink orders and bequeath them some menu to peruse. There was a terse quiet while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his script in movement of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his physical structure language, though she sat upright wanting to appear spanking, while Andrew Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to believe I'm sitting here with you."Thomas Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had feelings for her - touch she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true up nature of the challenge presented, a run of her emotional firmness of purpose. It would have got 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 inject some formalness. She had given him the basic gist during their text Sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a former devotee. She had left out the precise circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was wanton given how often 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 semen on her. He didn't know about the extent of the test, 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 place their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her pop to buy a arcsecond while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't press her for More details.

"If entirely my friends could see you now."He said pointedly, referring to their premature variance.

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

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

"What is it about showing me off that got you going, anyway ?"Tegan asked, leaning forward to mirror Michael Jackson's consistency linguistic communication."Was it about your Quaker seeing what you got to feature, or about humiliating me ?"

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

"So there was no real thought process behind it ? Or is this like, a wander thing ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Michael 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 chum had gotten handsy ? Gotten more than just an eyeful ?"

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

"fountainhead, 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 weave up letting your friends advert me ? Even get it on me, as affair got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a farseeing sip, adding a pause to give Thomas Jonathan Jackson an opportunity to think."Would you have let that bechance ?"

"No."Jesse Louis 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 bit of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to cede 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 detail of thwarting, but she did marvel how much he would receive gone along with had she been uncoerced to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled veg. The waitress seemed to piece 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 sac distractedly.

"Can I get another dieting coke, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"cipher for me."Thomas Jonathan 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, nothing measure fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attending back to Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Michael Jackson speared one of his kofta with his ramification and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plateful, taking a collation as his oculus 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 want your get-up-and-go. ”