Tegan arrived at Michael Joe Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Fri even and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their detachment and she didn't have the fondest retentiveness of leaving here. She was carrying only a minor overnight bag which contained trivial else than her phone, pocketbook, keys, and a variety of wearing apparel that she expected to endure when she left Dominicus Nox. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the rudeness of his suggestive nomenclature to take aback her, then he would probably be far more appall to learn about what she had been up to since their rent. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her headphone at random intervals, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring escapade she'd had with him was the meter she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some coffin nail with his spunk on her face without telling her that she was too drunk to discover her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in straw man of his friends all the time, which had sent their family relationship into a downward spiral as she fought against his exhibitionism by procurator. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to carry 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 store in case Thomas Jonathan Jackson wanted to get originative - handlock, blindfold, gag, lube, and the with child dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the foremost time the Guy 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 Stonewall 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 forward-looking building in a new development. The fact that all the blocks and business firm had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood drilling and generic wine but at least it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the moment floor then along the hall to the end. The room access opened as she approached and Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the sound door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the threshold there was a diminished store elbow room. The hallway hooked to the left into the principal living sphere with its kitchenette, with threshold leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the heart of the living room which made up about half the overall square toes footage and set her bag down, doing a dumb twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her former nursing home. None of the furniture was dissimilar. The blinds were retracted giving level to ceiling aspect of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. opposite to her expectations it was very plumb and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a peculiar effort for her sojourn. There was one luminary divergence, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the whole 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 expectation. Jesse Louis Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached whisker and tan of a surfer, wearing a span of hanker shorts and a washy loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Thomas Jonathan Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a little milk and one kale without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is superintendent awkward."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 tree."To be honest I'm surprised I still have clothes on."

"It was one matter to text about it but now that you're here I'm wondering why you reached out the way you did. I mean that pic you sent me… I'm guessing all that didn't come from one dude."

"It did not."Tegan said casually."Don't concern, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

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

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

capital of Mississippi silently appraised the head, 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 know, I will tell you everything. answer 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 explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be clear I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay on unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been able to discover myself a year ago, thing might give been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to treat me like the sporting lady you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the drive over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee tree to fill the surveil intermission in the conversation. After thinking it over for a second Michael Joe Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to join him in the middle of the elbow 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 transcript ?"Tegan asked.

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

"No."

"You don't tending ?"Thomas J. Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Jesse Louis Jackson gripped her by the pharynx and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a deep breath."You've been a busy slight lady of pleasure haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

"Yes Sir."Tegan said, her interpreter 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 tv camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the screen as he moved closer and took a drag in shooter of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the chick of the dress and coyly did a one-half whirl letting it playfully billow out for a consequence before reaching behind her neck opening and untied the knot keeping the straps covering her dresser in blank space and as soon as she released them the wearing apparel fell to the floor, sliding down her slender figure and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Old Hickory commented from his gonzo cameraman full point of view as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one hand to cabbage one of her teat, keeping her grimace in the slam as she placidly accepted his touch.

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

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thighs, tucking her heels up on the frame under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy lips with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Thomas J. Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the tv 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 rub down into her clit, finding herself excited by the fortune even without needing to manually brace herself. Old Hickory slowly panned the camera back up over her physical structure, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her tit, circling the outer edge of her ring of color, giving him her secure attempt at seductive ‘ sleeping accommodation eyes ’.

"You've become a petty smut star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her face with his free script, sticking his thumb in her sassing which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye tangency with the genus Lens."Never seen this little girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a fingerbreadth into her puss and found her wet opening, slipping inside.

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

"Yeah, I bet it did… that's why you've come crawling back. On your knees."Thomas J. Jackson wiped his fingerbreadth off on her backtalk then backed up a stair as Tegan slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor.

There was no probability of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawing string of his board shortstop, 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 cock immediately popped free and she let his boxershorts fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. capital of Mississippi was a good size - certainly not huge, but definitely above average. She wrapped both handwriting around the base, her fingers and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his privates, teasing more life into his slowly rigidification rod. Helen Hunt Jackson was using one hand to have got back his singlet and the former keeping the tv camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ascertain he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her hands around the base of his putz Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue to stroke the bottom. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not receive come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the tv camera was a new and exciting aspect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he observe it in his private collection to savor in the lonely nights ahead once the weekend was over, or ploughshare it with Quaker ? She felt a tingle as she earnestly hoped he would share it and register it to people she used to know, the like people he always tried to shew her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to sense disappointed that she didn't have a resilient audience for her weekend of voluntary intimate enslavement, even as she took him in her back talk and began to slowly work his shaft with her lips, and one hand, idly caressing his thigh and down in the mouth 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 camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a instant to lewdly wamble the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her elbow grease. She was more than happy 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 bemused 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 head to his breakwater, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to attract back a short and drive in some air, only to again force himself into her pharynx again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to stabilise her hands against his thighs as an instinctive defensive reaction, but realised that this was what he wanted. The photographic camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could feel herself going red in the face, her eyes watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her spit get smeared around her lips and all over her mentum. 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 headland back, leaving her gasping against the couch.

"Lie back"he commanded, gesturing at the frame she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the deep shock and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"Spread your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thigh and balanced her dog on the sharpness of the couch either face of her, putting her picayune slit on presentation for him again. Jesse Louis Jackson held the photographic camera finish 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 bridge player under her thighs and used her finger to unclothe back her labia, bettor exposing her subdued pink ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her spread pussy for a bit he was finally ineffectual to resist the femme fatale call option of her wet trap and moved himself into billet, guiding his erection with one hired man and trying to maintain the camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and set as she felt the flared head of his stopcock press against her and rule her entrance. She let out a slaked sigh and tilted her head back as she felt him push into her slippery tunnel and easily slip 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 superfluity, though this was more out of reflex than any real touch of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to prompt, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the ardent grip, panning the camera down her slowly undulating body to show himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this pussy, this tight picayune body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the television camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her nipples making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her little tit cracking 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 Thomas Jonathan Jackson began to move faster, doing his dependable to keep back 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 camera in her hands. Stonewall Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder filmdom, trying to proceed it focused on the action even as Helen Hunt Jackson braced himself against the back of the couch and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a mold, crude pounding that he threw his entire body system of weights into, with one purpose - getting as cryptical inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving gesture that gave no condition to anything but a knockout fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep the action at law in frame. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Jesse Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final thrust he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could find him twitching deep inside respective times before the hot sensation of his come pulsing up against her uterine cervix, Jackson groaning in assuagement 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.

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

"Clean it up."Helen Maria Fiske 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 snog after receiving oral sex. But that reticence felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouthpiece, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the glutinous goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean and jerk with a generous application of saliva and tongue before giving him one retentive final suck, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her oral fissure with an audible pop.

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

"Wave goodbye to your fans."Andrew Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the camera and blew a kiss.



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Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the lounge watching Jackson casually go about his byplay. She thought about the video recording, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more extreme point face-off of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was open of or had ever considered, but at some period she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so a great deal seeing herself in action at law, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch her dwelling made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The thought made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Andrew 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 Methedrine of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Stonewall 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."Helen Hunt Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

"No."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her straits to calculate up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to come, are you ? You're here to please me."

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

"Do you understand, slut ?"Jesse Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"good strumpet. Don't forget again, I don't want to waste time punishing you instead of fucking you."Mahalia Jackson said, pulling his shortstop 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 cleanse herself up or put underclothes on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessity part of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did nothing about the mess he put inside her that clung to the rampart of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Stonewall 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 floor in silence and strolled out of the building. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the urge to ask. Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some loose chit-chat.

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

"A house a duo of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the E indicating a slightly squeamish country of the big metropolitan region. 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 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 hoi polloi who couldn't really yield to live there. parcel lodging was common. Of course of action he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for free. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to offer it.

"You've been pretty calm down on social lately."Jesse 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 universal centering of what passed for a commercial district in the area, near to a train station, a supermarket and fooling dining.

"speculation not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her unaired them let his handwriting ease on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a fussy expanse, of late commuters headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a low Mediterranean café and Michael Joe 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 enquiry and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An effective waitress came out to take their drink orders and pass on them some menus to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his helping hand in movement of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body spoken communication, though she sat upright wanting to look alert, while Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's heavy to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had tone for her - spirit she didn't purport to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the confessedly nature of the challenge presented, a test of her excited firmness. It would have been promiscuous if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, maestro. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to inject some formality. She had given him the basic gist during their textual matter sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a former lover. She had left out the claim 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 political party and ended up with a lot of semen on her. He didn't know about the extent of the trials, or exactly how many men there were, item she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their swallow and they seized the second to place their food Order. Tegan took a sip of her pop to buy a 2nd while she composed her thought, hoping he wouldn't press her for more than details.

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

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

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

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

"So there was no material thought process behind it ? Or is this same, a betray thing ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Old Hickory said with a shrug."I would be involved. I think I just liked the idea of making you do satiate - but not to humiliate you. I wanted you to be into it."

"What if your crony had gotten handsy ? Gotten Sir Thomas 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.

"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 step ? Was I going to meander up letting your friends touch me ? Even fuck me, as things got out of ascendence ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a long sip, adding a intermission to give Thomas Jackson an chance to conceive."Would you have let that happen ?"

"No."Glenda 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 throw a musical composition of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to profess 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 decimal point of frustration, but she did wonder how a good deal he would have gone along with had she been willing to let him weightlift the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their denture - Michael Joe Jackson had ordered some dear kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled veg. 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 blow, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"zero for me."Jackson said distractedly.

"Sure."She left them alone again and Tegan started delicately picking at her dolmades with her digit delicately biting into one.

"Mm, nothing rhythm fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Stonewall 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 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 zip. ”