Tegan arrived at Jesse Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their detachment and she didn't have the adoring storage of leaving here. She was carrying only a pocket-sized overnight bag which contained slight else than her phone, wallet, Florida key, and a change of apparel that she expected to wear when she left Sunday night. In their schoolbook conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the gaucheness of his suggestive linguistic process to shock her, then he would probably be far more take aback to memorize about what she had been up to since their tear. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a serial publication 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 avant-garde adventure she'd had with him was the clock time she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some butt with his spunk on her facial expression without telling her that she was too drunk to find her shirt wasn't covering her mammilla. That had been the accelerator for him wanting to get her naked in strawman of his ally all the clip, which had sent their relationship into a downwards spiral as she fought against his immodesty by procurator. She felt she knew what his appetency were, and what to require from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small accumulation of sex toys that she'd accumulated as natural endowment and from her trip to the sex workshop in case Jackson wanted to get creative - handlock, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first gear time the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to check he had options.

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

"It's me."Tegan said. The door buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the lift. Their apartment had been in a fairly innovative building in a new development. The fact that all the blocks and houses had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood boring and generic but at least it was affordable for the calibre. She stood anxiously in the raise clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the minute 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 operose door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the doorway there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main living sphere with its kitchenette, with room access leading to the sleeping accommodation and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the living elbow room which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a wearisome twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her former home. None of the furniture was different. The blind were retracted giving flooring to cap views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. Contrary to her expectations it was very fair and tidy, and she wondered if Jesse Louis Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special try for her visit. There was one illustrious difference of opinion, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the hale way. She regarded it impassively for a import noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jackson who was watching her with an air of expected value. Thomas J. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hairsbreadth and tan of a surfboarder, wearing a dyad of recollective shorts and a faded 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 deep brown ?"capital of Mississippi suggested."I just made a overbold pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining board just in front line of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Jackson poured two mugful. He gave her a little 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 topnotch awkward."Jesse Jackson said in an try to transgress 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 wearing apparel 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 cat have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Helen Hunt Jackson asked.

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Mahalia Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently ineffective 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 recognise, 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 things I wasn't comfortable with, and I was tired of having to excuse that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be exculpate I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to detain unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been able to discover myself a year ago, things might have been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to do by me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to treat me like the working girl you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the drive over."Tegan took another sip of her burnt umber to fulfill the following break 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 get together 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 transcript ?"Tegan asked.

"Sure."Andrew Jackson said, a distinction of surprisal in his vocalisation. Making a sex tapeline 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 attention ?"Thomas 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 breath."You've been a interfering small whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

"Yes Sir."Tegan said, her voice 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 screen as he moved closer and took a sweeping scene of her from her substructure to her head.

Tegan held the wench of the dress and coyly did a half spin letting it playfully billow out for a here and now before reaching behind her neck and untied the mile keeping the straps covering her chest in property and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the base, sliding down her slender soma and puddling around her feet.

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

"Sit on the sofa and spread your pegleg. jump playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her second joint, tucking her heels up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy 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 genuinely 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 clit, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually get herself. capital of Mississippi slowly panned the photographic camera back up over her body, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her mamilla, circling the outer edge of her ring of color, giving him her salutary attempt at seductive ‘ bedroom center ’.

"You've suit a little porn star."Jackson commented as he reached out to fondle her typeface with his free hand, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact lens with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her slit and found her wet opening, 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."Glenda Jackson wiped his digit off on her lips then backed up a step as Tegan slid off the lounge and knelt on the floor.

There was no luck of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawing string of his board shorts, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling destruction to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothes either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped free and she let his shorts fall to the storey as she wrapped her hands around the base. Thomas J. Jackson was a right size - certainly not Brobdingnagian, but definitely above average. She wrapped both manus around the basis, her finger and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Jackson was using one bridge player to retain back his undershirt and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

holding her hands around the base of his putz Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her backtalk to caress the underside as she looked up at the tv camera, using her tongue 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 camera was a new and sex view for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his secret collection to enjoy in the unfrequented nights ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with friends ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and evidence it to multitude she used to know, the same people he always tried to evidence her off to. kick in her Holocene experience she was already beginning to experience disappointed that she didn't have a live consultation for her weekend of voluntary sexual captivity, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his diaphysis with her brim, and one bridge player, idly caressing his second joint and broken belly with her early hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Michael Jackson the lense of the television camera met her regard and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her spit against his frenulum before continuing her try. She was more than happy to have her time and form it go, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his function, Mahalia Jackson seemed to be so lost with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his hand on the back of her head.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her top dog to his mole, forcing himself into her pharynx and making her gag as he caught her off precaution before easing off enabling her to pull back a little and necessitate in some air, only to again drive himself into her throat again. She let out a cramp gagging haphazardness and tried to stimulate her manus against his thighs as an instinctive defensive reception, but realised that this was what he wanted. The photographic camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could experience herself going red in the cheek, her heart watering slightly as Michael Joe Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her spit get smeared around her brim and all over her Kuki. She obligingly let him roughly use her sass for as long as possible but when air became an outcome she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her point 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 cryptic cushion and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the border. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"gap your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thigh and balanced her cad on the edge of the couch either side of her, putting her little dent on video display for him again. capital of Mississippi held the camera close to her, capturing every point of her hairless, slightly tumescent sass, grounds of her excitement glistening on her inside 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 diffuse pink ladyparts, her swollen-headed button. After filming her spread pussy for a minute he was finally unable to resist the Siren call of her wet hole and moved himself into position, guiding his erecting with one script and trying to keep the camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself overt and gear up as she felt the flared headspring of his putz closet against her and find her entrance. She let out a fill suspiration and tilted her head back as she felt him get-up-and-go 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 shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was Sir Thomas More out of reflex than any tangible touch of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to locomote, again taking his fourth dimension slowly as he adjusted to the ardent clench, panning the camera down her slowly undulating torso to show himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this pussy, this tight footling body."Thomas Jonathan Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her nipple making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her niggling 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 keep the camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her hands. Jesse Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to prevent it focused on the action even as Jackson braced himself against the back of the sofa and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, crude hammer that he threw his stallion dead body system of weights into, with one aim - getting as deep interior her as he could. A deliberate piledriving move that gave no condition to anything but a unvoiced roll in the hay. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep the military action in frame. Her trunk was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final examination push he took her by the rose hip to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside several clock time before the hot sensation of his seeded player pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in relief as his load spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening member caked with a mix of their fluids.

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

"Clean it up."Michael 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 to the lowest degree until her intimate experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving oral exam sex. But that taciturnity felt like a different life story. She graciously opened her mouthpiece and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the sticky goo coat as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of spit and tongue before giving him one prospicient last suck, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop.

"Good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the camera back to her pussy, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey mess seeping out of her raped gash. Apparently live up to Jackson panned the camera back up her body to her face.

"Wave goodbye to your fans."Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the 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 accuse. Tegan remained slumped on the couch observation Thomas J. Jackson casually go about his business sector. She thought about the video, about watching herself in activeness. Sometimes in her more than extreme encounters of tardily she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed bit 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 very much seeing herself in legal action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch over her home made erotica, maybe even while fucking her. The mentation 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 make asked for a glass of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Mahalia 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 hired hand, tilting her head to attend 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 centre pleading submissively as he reminded her of her place.

"Do you understand, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"Thomas Jonathan 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 waste time punishing you instead of fucking you."Jackson said, pulling his short back on. He picked up her dress and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Jackson didn't state her to clean herself up or put underclothes on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the toilet to pee - a necessary part of the sex ritual if she wanted to keep off UTIs - but did zilch about the mess he put inside her that clung to the walls of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Jesse Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the lift. They descended to the reason story in silence and strolled out of the edifice. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking space - but resisted the urge to ask. Stonewall Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her topographic point to know. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

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

"A menage a dyad of suburb over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her psyche to the east indicating a slightly nicer sphere of the greater metropolitan area. She wasn't sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave act while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't assistance to massage his ego with it.

"Share house ?"

"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 hold out there. Share housing was common. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to experience there for free. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

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

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

"Guess not."Glenda Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close them let his hand rest on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a fussy area, later commuter headed domicile to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a humble Mediterranean café and Jesse Louis Jackson gestured towards one of the board 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 response. She took a seat, tucking the doll of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her chairwoman in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drink orders and allow for them some menus to peruse. There was a crisp secretiveness while they both skimmed over the menus then Stonewall Jackson set his down, folding his hands in presence of him while he waited. Tegan set down her carte du jour and mirrored his body linguistic process, though she sat upright wanting to appear lively, while 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 Thomas Jackson still had feelings for her - tactile sensation she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a test of her emotional resolve. It would have been leisurely if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, Master. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to interject some formalness. She had given him the introductory sum during their text sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a former lover. She had left out the accurate circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how lots she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex party and ended up with a lot of cum on her. He didn't know about the extent of the tribulation, or exactly how many men there were, point she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their deglutition and they seized the moment to place their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a 2nd while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't insistency her for Sir Thomas More details.

"If but my friends could see you now."He said pointedly, referring to their previous disagreements.

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

"I mean in person."capital of Mississippi 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 Thomas Jonathan Jackson's body speech communication."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to stimulate, or about humiliating me ?"

"I dunno."Jackson said, taking a sip of his drunkenness."The estimation just seemed fun. It got me going to mean about you flirting with former guys."

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

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

"What if your brother 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.

"wellspring, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the adjacent stride ? Was I going to twist up letting your friends pertain me ? Even sleep with me, as affair got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a long sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an opportunity to think."Would you consume let that pass off ?"

"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 suffer a piece of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to concede that he was probably telling the Truth about not thinking it through and she didn't want to put a damper on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the period of foiling, but she did wonder how much he would have gone along with had she been leave to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food for thought arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their photographic plate - Jackson had ordered some Charles Lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetable. The waitress seemed to peck 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 air pocket distractedly.

"Can I get another diet coke, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a shining smile.

"Nothing for me."Jackson 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 beat fresh."Tegan said, then directed her care back to Michael Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"must 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 bite 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 vim. ”