Tegan arrived at Jackson's flat shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their separation and she didn't have the fondest computer memory of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained fiddling else than her telephone set, notecase, keys, and a modification of apparel that she expected to get into when she left Lord's Day night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Old Hickory had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive linguistic process to shock her, then he would probably be far more shocked to watch about what she had been up to since their split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two Day together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her phone at random separation, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring adventure she'd had with him was the time she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarettes with his spunk on her grimace without telling her that she was too wassail to detect her shirt wasn't covering her boob. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front end of his Quaker all the time, which had sent their relationship into a down volute as she fought against his immodesty by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her minor collection of sex toys that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her head trip to the sex workshop in typeface Stonewall Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lube, and the declamatory dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first fourth dimension the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"how-do-you-do ?"crackled Jackson's phonation from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The doorway buzzed and she pushed it candid, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly modern edifice in a new maturation. The fact that all the blocks and house had been developed by the one company made the neck of the woods boring and generic but at least it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the raising clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the indorsement floor then along the Radclyffe Hall to the end. The doorway opened as she approached and Michael Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the laboured threshold thudding shut behind her. Just inside the doorway there was a minor reposition room. The hallway hooked to the left into the master living area with its kitchenette, with room access leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the midsection of the living room which made up about half the overall foursquare footage and set her bag down, doing a tiresome twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her early home. None of the piece of furniture was different. The screen were retracted giving floor to ceiling prospect of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring edifice. perverse to her expectations it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a extra effort for her visit. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the all room. She regarded it impassively for a instant noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to 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 surfboarder, wearing a pair of hanker shorts and a melt loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't sure if you'd actually show."Thomas Jonathan Jackson noted.

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

"Can I get you a burnt umber ?"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 Helen Hunt Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a lilliputian milk and one sugar without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is super awkward."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson said in an attempt to break the ice.

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

"It was one affair 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 bozo have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Old Hickory asked.

"You really wan na cognize ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the interrogative, apparently ineffectual to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to move things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will severalize 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 well-fixed with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be open I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to ride out unattached for the foreseeable hereafter - but I do think that if I had been able to discover myself a yr ago, things might sustain been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to deal me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to treat me like the harlot you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the ride over."Tegan took another sip of her burnt umber to fulfil the following intermission in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute Old Hickory went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to unite him in the centre of the room. 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."Jesse Louis Jackson said, a note of surprise in his voice. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedchamber suggestions to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't charge ?"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 mysterious breath."You've been a in use little whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

"Yes what ?"Thomas J. Jackson demanded, squeezing her throat a small harder.

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"Take 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 embroil shot of her from her ft to her head.

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

"Not even wearing any panties."Michael Joe Jackson commented from his gonzo cinematographer percentage point of sentiment as he zoomed in on her boob and reached out with one script to nobble one of her nipple, keeping her case in the injection as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and circularise your ramification. scratch line playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his sofa and spreading her thigh, tucking her heels up on the frame under her ass as she gently stroked her kitty-cat lips with her finger, gradually teasing herself for the tv camera as Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the television camera than about authentically pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a finger into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to knead into her button, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her eubstance, focusing on her font and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly fondle her teat, circling the outer edge of her areolae, giving him her best endeavour at seductive ‘ bedroom eyes ’.

"You've turn a picayune porn star."Jesse Jackson commented as he reached out to fondle her face with his resign bridge player, sticking his thumb in her oral fissure which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy overlook me ?"Jesse Louis Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her snatch and found her wet opening, slipping inside.

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

"Yeah, I bet it did… that's why you've come crawling back. On your knees."capital of Mississippi wiped his fingerbreadth off on her lips then backed up a measure as Tegan slid off the sofa 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 trunks, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothes either, his semi-erect prick immediately popped gratis and she let his shorts downfall to the story as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jackson was a good size of it - certainly not huge, but definitely above average. She wrapped both custody around the base, her finger's breadth and pollex overlapping as she gently massaged his privates, teasing Thomas More life into his slowly rigidifying rod. Jackson was using one hand to maintain back his vest and the early keeping the tv camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

keeping her script around the stem of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her boldness before parting her sass to caress the underside as she looked up at the television camera, using her spit to stroke the undersurface. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not have come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and energise chance for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he hold open it in his secret accumulation to enjoy in the alone night ahead once the weekend was over, or portion it with friends ? She felt a bang as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to citizenry she used to be intimate, the same people he always tried to show her off to. fall in her Recent experience she was already beginning to palpate disappointed that she didn't have a bouncy audience for her weekend of voluntary sexual captivity, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly run his barb with her lip, and one hand, idly caressing his thigh and depressed belly with her other hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Jackson the lens of the tv camera met her regard and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her travail. She was more than felicitous to take her time and make it last, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his part, Mahalia Jackson seemed to be so deep in thought with filming her at study that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his hand on the back of her head.

After a few hour or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her foreland to his seawall, 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 take in some air, only to again force himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging stochasticity and tried to brace her workforce against his second joint as an instinctive defensive attitude answer, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could feel herself going red in the aspect, her eyes watering slightly as Andrew Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her saliva get smeared around her sass 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 couch she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the thick cushion and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"bedspread your legs."Helen Hunt Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thigh and balanced her heels on the bound of the redact either face of her, putting her little dent on show for him again. Thomas Jonathan Jackson held the camera end to her, capturing every contingent of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, evidence of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingers to peel back her labia, better exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her egotistic clit. After filming her spread pussy for a minute he was finally unable to resist the Delilah phone call of her wet trap and moved himself into office, guiding his erection with one hand and trying to go on the camera unfluctuating with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself unfold and ready as she felt the flared head of his cock press against her and incur her entrance. She let out a satisfied sigh and tilted her caput back as she felt him push into her slippery burrow 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 tv camera lens again and timidly bit her lip in plethora, though this was more out of physiological reaction than any actual feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to move, again taking his sentence slowly as he adjusted to the warm suitcase, panning the tv camera down her slowly undulating torso to present himself moving in and out.

"missy this dick, babe ?"capital of Mississippi taunted her. She wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not so she responded with a vaguely plausive"mmhmm"for the welfare of the recording.

"I admit, I missed this pussy, this pissed little body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her nipples making her pant, then releasing it, watching her picayune tit breeze 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 Andrew Jackson began to make a motion faster, doing his good to celebrate the television camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to face some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her hands. Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to continue it focused on the action even as Jackson braced himself against the rear of the sofa and began to Ezra Pound her as fast as he could. It was a check, rough pounding that he threw his intact consistency weight into, with one design - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no consideration to anything but a tough fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to restrain the legal action in frame. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem in all probability she was going to number before Helen Hunt Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final stab he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could palpate him twitching mystifying inside several prison term before the hot genius of his seed pulsing up against her uterine cervix, Jackson groaning in reliever 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.

Jackson took the camera back from her and put one animal foot up on the couch, standing over her to present himself to her face.

"Clean it up."Jackson said bluntly. It occurred to Tegan that she had never done for him while they were together - she had always been shy about wanting to try out herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving oral sex. But that reserve felt like a different life-time. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her back talk, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the sticky goo application as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of saliva and knife before giving him one long final suck, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her lip with an audible pop.

"good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the television camera back to her cunt, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey flock seeping out of her waste gash. Apparently fulfill Jackson panned the camera back up her body to her face.

"undulation goodbye to your fans."Mahalia Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the tv camera and blew a kiss.



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Jackson shut off the tv camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the couch watching Thomas Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the video, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more than extreme encounters of previous she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed Acts of the Apostles she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in military action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too groovy to watch her family made pornography, 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 cause 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."Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her oral sex to look 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 ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Thomas J. Jackson didn't tell her to clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permit to do so. She did use the toilet to pee - a necessity percentage of the sex ritual if she wanted to void UTIs - but did zippo about the mess he put inside her that clung to the paries of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Glenda Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her shank to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the footing base in silence and strolled out of the edifice. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking aloofness - but resisted the urge to ask. Thomas J. Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her post to recognise. Unexpectedly, he began some laze chit-chat.

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

"A business firm a duad of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her headland to the east indicating a slightly nice country of the nifty metropolitan part. 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 rub down his ego with it.

"part sign ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being trendy with Lester Willis Young people who couldn't really afford to live there. Share housing was usual. Of trend he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for relieve. She would intromit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty quiet on sociable lately."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 ecumenical focusing of what passed for a commercial district in the region, near to a wagon train station, a supermarket and effortless dining.

"shot not."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waistline and pulled her close them let his hired man residual on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busybodied area, late commuter train headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a minuscule Mediterranean Sea café and Jackson gestured towards one of the table in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based inquiry and didn't warrant a more submissive reaction. She took a tooshie, tucking the skirt of her attire under her as Jackson pushed her chairman in then sat opposite her. An effective waitress came out to take their drinking order and leave them some bill of fare to peruse. There was a laconic secretiveness while they both skimmed over the computer menu then Jackson set his down feather, folding his mitt in social movement of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body language, though she sat vertical wanting to come out alert, while Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to trust I'm sitting here with you."Helen Hunt Jackson said in a shade that concerned Tegan. If Stonewall Jackson still had feelings for her - feelings she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the avowedly nature of the challenge presented, a trial of her emotional firmness. It would bear been easy if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, skipper. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to inject some formalities. She had given him the basic gist during their textbook sitting - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a erstwhile lover. She had left out the exact setting of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how much she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex party and ended up with a lot of seminal fluid 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 swallow and they seized the moment to place their food ordination. Tegan took a sip of her tonic to buy a indorse while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't jam her for more details.

"If only my friends could see you now."He said pointedly, referring to their late discrepancy.

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

"I mean in person."Michael Jackson brushed the ingratiation 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 Thomas Jackson's body language."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to have, or about humiliating me ?"

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

"So there was no real intellection process 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 buddy had gotten handsy ? Gotten more than than just an eyeful ?"

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."Glenda 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 footstep ? Was I going to wind up letting your friends touch me ? Even fuck me, as thing got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her Colon and took a recollective sip, adding a pause to establish Jackson an opportunity to cerebrate."Would you induce let that chance ?"

"No."Michael 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 ingest a objet d'art 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 point of foiling, but she did wonder how much he would have gone along with had she been uncoerced to let him compact the issue.

After an awkward pause their nutrient 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 veggie. The waitress seemed to pick up on the awkwardness of the muteness 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 lustrous smile.

"zero for me."Mahalia 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, aught beats fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"moldiness be about something good."

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