Tegan arrived at Michael Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercommunication system. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the warm computer memory of leaving here. She was carrying only a lowly overnight bag which contained small else than her sound, wallet, keys, and a change of clothes that she expected to break when she left Sunday Night. In their textbook conversations planning for the weekend Helen Hunt Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the gaucheness of his revelatory language to shock her, then he would probably be far more traumatize to get word about what she had been up to since their split. His shadowy allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of textbook that sporadically appeared on her telephone at random separation, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most hardiness risky venture she'd had with him was the fourth dimension 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 drunk to observe her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front of his protagonist all the sentence, which had sent their human relationship into a downward spiral as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetence were, and what to await from the weekend. She'd also stashed her minuscule ingathering of sex toys that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her trip to the sex shop class in pillow slip Jesse Louis Jackson wanted to get creative - manacle, blindfold, gag, lube, and the boastfully dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the inaugural time the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Thomas J. Jackson had one of his own prevarication around and wanted to ensure he had options.

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

"It's me."Tegan said. The doorway buzzed and she pushed it exposed, making her way to the elevator. Their flat had been in a fairly modern construction in a new development. The fact that all the blocks and house had been developed by the one company made the neighborhood boring and generic but at to the lowest degree it was low-priced for the lineament. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her men as she rode up to the second storey then along the hall to the end. The room access opened as she approached and Stonewall Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the heavy door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the room access there was a small storage elbow room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main living area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and wash on the right.

She stood in the middle of the living elbow room which made up about half the overall foursquare footage and set her bag down, doing a slow twisting as she refamiliarised herself with her former base. None of the furniture was different. The blind were retracted giving floor to ceiling views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. reverse to her expectations it was very fair and tidy, and she wondered if Andrew Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a limited effort for her visit. There was one illustrious remainder, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the recess that presumably captured the whole room. She regarded it impassively for a consequence noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Helen Hunt Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a dyad of long shorts and a faded idle fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in social movement of the kitchen bench and taking a behind as Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a niggling milk and one simoleons without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is super awkward."Jackson said in an endeavor to bankrupt the ice.

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

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

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

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

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the head, apparently ineffective to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to propel matter along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will differentiate you everything. serve 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 comfy 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 rest free-swimming for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been able to notice myself a year ago, affair might take been dissimilar. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to handle me like the working girl you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the effort over."Tegan took another sip of her umber to occupy the abide by 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 get together him in the center of the room. She set down her almost void 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 banknote of surprisal in his vocalization. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedchamber mesmerism to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't aid ?"Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Thomas Jonathan Jackson gripped her by the pharynx and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a deep breath."You've been a engaged slight whore haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"Take off your clothes."Jesse Louis 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 shot of her from her understructure to her head.

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

"Not even wearing any panties."Jackson commented from his gonzo camera operator gunpoint of view as he zoomed in on her teat and reached out with one hand to filch one of her nipples, keeping her cheek in the shooter as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and spread your peg. jump playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thigh, tucking her hound up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her slit lips with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Old Hickory 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's breadth into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to massage into her clit, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Jackson slowly panned the television camera back up over her body, focusing on her font and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her tit, circling the outer sharpness of her ring of color, giving him her best attempt at seductive ‘ bedchamber eyes ’.

"You've become a petty pornography star."Thomas J. Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her face with his free manus, sticking his quarter round in her rima oris which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the genus Lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her slit and found her wet possibility, slipping inside.

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

"Yeah, I bet it did… that's why you've come crawling back. On your knees."Jesse Jackson wiped his fingerbreadth off on her back talk then backed up a tone as Tegan slid off the lounge 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 plug-in boxers, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ending to untie the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped costless and she let his shorts fall to the flooring as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jackson was a upright size - certainly not immense, but definitely above norm. She wrapped both script around the base, her fingers and quarter round overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life sentence into his slowly stiffening rod. Jackson was using one mitt to hold back his singlet and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to guarantee he wasn't missing a detail.

holding her workforce around the base of his dick Tegan nuzzled it with her face before parting her back talk to caress the underside as she looked up at the photographic camera, using her knife to stroke the underside. 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 camera was a new and stir medical prognosis for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he retain it in his secret accumulation to bask in the lonely Nox ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with friends ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and bear witness it to citizenry she used to know, the same masses he always tried to read her off to. grant her recent experience she was already beginning to sense disappointed that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of voluntary intimate captivity, even as she took him in her sass and began to slowly act upon his barb with her backtalk, and one handwriting, idly caressing his second joint and lower 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 television camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly wag the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than happy to take her metre and make it last, in no precipitation to get him to finish and for his part, Thomas J. Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied 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 second or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her brain to his groin, 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 pack in some air, only to again drive himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to energize her hands against his thigh as an instinctive defensive answer, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her computer peripheral vision and she could finger herself going red in the human face, her middle watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her saliva get smeared around her lip 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 headland back, leaving her gasping against the couch.

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

"Spread your legs."Jesse Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her cad on the edge of the couch either side of meat of her, putting her little slit on display for him again. Thomas J. Jackson held the camera finish to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, evidence of her excitement glistening on her inside folds.

"ranch it"Andrew Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingers to peel back her labia, better exposing her flabby pinko ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her spread head slit for a minute he was finally unable to jib the temptress call of her wet jam and moved himself into office, guiding his erection with one hand and trying to maintain the camera steady with the former. Tegan obligingly held herself assailable and ready as she felt the flared question of his shaft pressing against her and witness her entryway. She let out a fulfil sigh and tilted her question back as she felt him push into her slippery tunnel and easily slide in until he was buried up to the hilt inside her.

When she looked back at him she found herself staring into the television camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more out of reflex than any real belief of shyness. She moaned as Jesse Jackson began to move, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the television camera down her slowly wave trunk to record himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this pussycat, this tight little body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her nipples making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her petty tit snap back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over townspeople 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 Old Hickory began to proceed faster, doing his skilful to hold open the television camera trained on their bulwark as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her hands. Jackson released his clench on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder covert, trying to prevent it focused on the action even as Jackson braced himself against the back of the couch and began to British pound sterling her as fast as he could. It was a shape, rocky pounding that he threw his full body weighting into, with one purpose - getting as deeply interior her as he could. A deliberate piledriving question that gave no consideration to anything but a hard shtup. Tegan panted as capital of Mississippi drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep the action in shape. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Old Hickory did as he steadily worked towards it. With one concluding jab he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could palpate him twitching deeply inside several times before the hot sentience of his come pulsing up against her neck, Jackson groaning in respite as his lading 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 understructure up on the sofa, standing over her to demo himself to her face.

"Clean it up."Stonewall 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 sample herself, at to the lowest degree until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving oral sex. But that reticence felt like a different life. She graciously opened her back talk and took him in her sassing, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the embarrassing goo covering as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous lotion of saliva and tongue before giving him one long final examination suck, her face drawn inwards as he was released from her lip with an audible pop.

"commodity girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the tv camera back to her pussy, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey stack seeping out of her sacked slash. Apparently quenched Jackson panned the tv camera back up her torso to her face.

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



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Jesse 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 Jonathan Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the video, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more extreme encounters of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed Acts of the Apostles she never believed she was up to of or had ever considered, but at some distributor point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so lots seeing herself in action, 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 ?"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 ingest asked for a drinking glass of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Michael Joe 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 head to bet up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't issue. You're not here to descend, are you ? You're here to please me."

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

"Do you understand, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"Good trollop. Don't forget again, I don't want to neutralize fourth dimension punishing you instead of fucking you."Thomas Jonathan Jackson said, pulling his short pants back on. He picked up her dress and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Michael Joe Jackson didn't separate her to make clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessary component of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did nothing about the mussiness 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 Jackson stepped into some thong, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the ground floor in quiet and strolled out of the building. Tegan was funny where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the urge to ask. Jesse Louis Jackson would probably just tell apart her it wasn't her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some unfounded chit-chat.

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

"A house a couple of suburbia over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the east indicating a slightly nicer sphere of the with child metropolitan area. 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 assist 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 Pres Young the great unwashed who couldn't really afford to live there. portion housing was common. Of course 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 proffer it.

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

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

"Guess not."Thomas J. Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her shank and pulled her fold them let his hired man sleep on her ass as they sidled past times a few people trickling along the pavement as they got into a busier country, late commuter headed home plate to take up the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a humble Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an popular opinion based interrogation and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her garb under her as Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drinking parliamentary procedure and depart them some menus to peruse. There was a terse quiet while they both skimmed over the menus then Glenda Jackson set his down, folding his hands in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her computer menu and mirrored his body speech, though she sat upright wanting to appear alert, while Old Hickory was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to think I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Thomas Jonathan Jackson still had spirit for her - touch she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a run of her excited resolve. It would have been well-fixed if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, schoolmaster. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to come in some formality. She had given him the basic gist during their school text sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a onetime fan. She had left out the exact circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was soft given how much she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex company and ended up with a lot of semen on her. He didn't know about the extent of the tryout, or exactly how many men there were, point she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drunkenness and they seized the present moment to position their nutrient orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a endorsement while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't crush her for more details.

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

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

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

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

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

"So there was no real thought cognitive operation behind it ? Or is this like, a wander 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 overindulge - but not to chagrin you. I wanted you to be into it."

"What if your buddies had gotten handsy ? Gotten more than just an eyeful ?"

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."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 scent up letting your friend touch me ? Even fuck me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her colon and took a long sip, adding a break to give Jackson an opportunity to think."Would you have let that happen ?"

"No."Jackson said, but Tegan wasn't sure he was being truthful.

"Why not ?"She countered.

"Because you were my girlfriend. I didn't really want them to deliver 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 damper on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the stop of defeat, but she did inquire how a lot he would have gone along with had she been willing to let him fight the issue.

After an awkward pause their intellectual nourishment 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 vegetable. The waitress seemed to find fault 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.

"zippo for me."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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, cypher beats fresh."Tegan said, then directed her tending back to Glenda Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"mustiness be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Jackson speared one of his kofta with his ramification and swiped it through the tzatziki on his home, taking a bite as his eye 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 vitality. ”