Tegan arrived at Andrew Jackson's flat shortly before 6pm Fri evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their separation and she didn't have the fondest retention of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained slight else than her phone, notecase, tonality, and a change of wearing apparel that she expected to wear when she left Sunday Nox. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Stonewall Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the rudeness of his significative language to offend her, then he would probably be far more shock to teach about what she had been up to since their split up. His obscure allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her phone at random musical interval, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most make bold adventure she'd had with him was the sentence she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigaret with his spunk on her face without telling her that she was too drunkard to notice her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in movement of his friends all the sentence, which had sent their relationship into a downward coil as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetency were, and what to require from the weekend. She'd also stashed her little compendium of sex plaything that she'd accumulated as endowment and from her trip to the sex shop in case Thomas Jonathan Jackson wanted to get creative - cuff, blindfold, gag, lubricator, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first time the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Helen Hunt Jackson had one of his own prevarication around and wanted to ensure he had options.

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

"It's me."Tegan said. The room access buzzed and she pushed it loose, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly modern construction in a new development. The fact that all the blocks and houses had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood oil production and generic but at least it was affordable for the lineament. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the endorse flooring then along the hall to the end. The room access opened as she approached and Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the heavy doorway thudding shut behind her. Just inside the doorway there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main keep area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and laundry 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 twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her former home. None of the furniture was unlike. The blinds were retracted giving floor to cap views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring construction. contrary to her expectation it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Stonewall Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special endeavor for her sojourn. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the wholly room. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jackson who was watching her with an air of expected value. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a twosome of long shorts and a pass off loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a drawn-out awkward silence.

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

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

"So this is exceedingly awkward."Jesse Louis Jackson said in an attack to break the ice.

"I'm not indisputable why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee."To be dependable 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 vexation, 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.

Jesse Louis Jackson silently appraised the doubtfulness, apparently unable 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 differentiate 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-to-do with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be crystalize I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do reckon that if I had been able-bodied to discover myself a year ago, thing might have been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to process me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to cover me like the harlot you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the driveway over."Tegan took another sip of her chocolate to fulfill the stick to pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to link up him in the middle of the room. She set down her almost vacuous mug and walked over to him and he took her handwriting and stood facing the camera.

"Since you're recording, can I get a copy ?"Tegan asked.

"Sure."Michael Jackson said, a bill of surprisal in his vocalization. Making a sex tape 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 ?"Helen Hunt Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Michael Joe Jackson gripped her by the throat and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a deep intimation."You've been a officious little harlot haven't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Glenda Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"issue off your clothes."Thomas J. 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 embroil guess of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the bird of the dress and coyly did a one-half twirl letting it playfully balloon out for a moment before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the shoulder strap covering her chest in place and as soon as she released them the apparel fell to the floor, sliding down her slender flesh and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Jackson commented from his gonzo camera operator point of persuasion as he zoomed in on her pap and reached out with one script to pinch one of her tit, keeping her face in the shot as she placidly accepted his touch.

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

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thighs, 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 camera as Andrew 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 digit into herself to gather some of her moisture and use it to massage into her clit, finding herself excited by the portion even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her trunk, focusing on her case and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her mammilla, circling the outer edge of her ring of color, giving him her best attack at seductive ‘ sleeping accommodation eyes ’.

"You've become a little porn star."Thomas Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her human face with his gratis hand, sticking his pollex in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the genus Lens."Never seen this girlfriend so hot for it before. This puss drop 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."Old Hickory wiped his finger off on her lip then backed up a gradation as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no luck of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his display board shorts, eyefucking the photographic camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling closing to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothes either, his semi-erect stopcock immediately popped give up and she let his short fall to the level as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jackson was a good size - certainly not huge, but definitely supra norm. She wrapped both custody around the theme, her fingerbreadth and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly rigidification rod. Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson was using one bridge player to maintain back his vest 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 cornerstone of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lip to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her lingua to stroke the underside. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not deliver come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the television camera was a new and wind up prognosis for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he go along it in his common soldier collection to enjoy in the lone nights ahead once the weekend was over, or part it with friends ? She felt a quiver as she earnestly hoped he would share it and depict it to mass she used to recognize, the Lapplander people he always tried to show her off to. leave her Recent experience she was already beginning to feel frustrated that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of voluntary intimate enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his shaft with her lips, and one bridge player, idly caressing his second joint and lour belly with her other hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Helen Hunt Jackson the crystalline lens of the camera met her regard and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her natural language against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. 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, Helen Hunt Jackson seemed to be so obsessed with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his bridge player on the cover of her head.

After a few transactions or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her nous to his seawall, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to draw in back a little and take in some air, only to again force himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging interference and tried to brace her hands against his thighs as an instinctive defensive reply, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her computer peripheral vision and she could feel herself going red in the face, her eyes watering slightly as Thomas Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her spittle get smeared around her rim and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her lip for as long as potential 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 cast 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.

"gap your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her cad on the bound of the frame either side of her, putting her little slit on showing for him again. Michael Jackson held the television camera last to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy lip, evidence of her excitement glistening on her interior folds.

"bed cover it"Thomas Jonathan Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingers to strip back her labia, better exposing her soft garden pink ladyparts, her puff up button. After filming her paste kitty for a bit he was finally ineffective to resist the siren yell of her wet mess and moved himself into position, guiding his erection with one bridge player and trying to keep the camera steadily with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself assailable and set as she felt the flared head of his dick press against her and feel her entrance. She let out a satisfied sigh and tilted her straits back as she felt him thrust 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 photographic camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more out of reflex response than any real flavor of shyness. She moaned as Old Hickory began to travel, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the camera down her slowly undulating body to show himself moving in and out.

"Miss this dick, baby ?"Jesse Louis 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 pussy, this stiff little body."Jesse Jackson crooned. He pointed the television camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her teat making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her trivial tit snap 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 Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson began to act faster, doing his proficient to prevent the tv camera trained on their groyne as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficultness. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her hands. Jackson released his hold on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to keep it focused on the action even as Jackson braced himself against the cover of the couch and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a dictated, rough pounding that he threw his entire body weight into, with one purpose - getting as deep inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motion that gave no consideration to anything but a firmly piece of ass. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to prevent the legal action in frame. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Michael Joe Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one net thrust he took her by the hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside respective multiplication before the hot hotshot of his seed pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in relief 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.

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

"Clean it up."Jesse 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 kiss after receiving oral sex. But that reticence felt like a unlike life. She graciously opened her oral cavity and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of flavour and texture of the embarrassing goo finishing as she bathed his pecker clean with a generous application of spit and tongue before giving him one tenacious net suction, 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 sofa and moved the camera back to her cunt, presumably to trance that freshly-fucked flavour and the gooey fix seeping out of her ravaged gash. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the tv camera back up her physical structure to her face.

"wave goodbye to your fans."Thomas J. 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 couch watching Jackson casually go about his line. She thought about the video, about watching herself in legal action. Sometimes in her more extreme confrontation of former she had almost felt like she was outdoors herself observing as she performed deed she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some dot she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so practically seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too exquisite to watch her home made porn, maybe even while fucking her. The view 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 have asked for a shabu of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Jackson queried wryly."We've barely started here."

"I know, but I guess I'm still horny."Tegan said with a shrug.

"Oh, you didn't get to come."Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

"No."Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hired hand, tilting her head to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to come, are you ? You're here to delight 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 ?"Glenda Jackson demanded, releasing her jaw to enable her to utter clearly.

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson didn't tell her to clean house herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permit to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessary part of the sex ritual if she wanted to avert UTIs - but did nothing 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 Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waistline to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the priming coat floor in secrecy and strolled out of the edifice. Tegan was singular where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the impulse to ask. Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her seat to cognise. Unexpectedly, he began some unused chit-chat.

"So where are you living these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. anyway ?"He queried.

"A house a duo of suburbia over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the eastern United States indicating a slightly squeamish area of the greater metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave function while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to massage his ego with it.

"plowshare sign of the zodiac ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban hamlet she was living in was known for being trendy with young people who couldn't really afford to be there. Share housing was vernacular. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to go there for free. She would include it if he asked but opted not to offer it.

"You've been pretty still on social lately."Michael 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 focusing of what passed for a commercial district in the area, near to a train place, a supermarket and casual dining.

"supposition not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waistline and pulled her close them let his hand eternal sleep on her ass as they sidled past a few hoi polloi trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busier arena, late commuter train headed dwelling to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Jesse Louis Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an view based query and didn't warrant a more slavish reply. She took a butt, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her hot seat in then sat opposite her. An effective waitress came out to take their drink orderliness and leave them some bill of fare to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menu then Jackson set his down, folding his hands in forepart of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body language, though she sat erect wanting to appear alert, while Jackson was more hunch forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a feeling that concerned Tegan. If Andrew Jackson still had feelings for her - feelings she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the rightful nature of the challenge presented, a examination of her worked up resolve. It would birth been easier if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, headmaster. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to inject some formality. She had given him the basic gist during their schoolbook Roger Sessions - she had to dispatch this challenge, and it had to be with a former fan. She had left out the exact circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how a lot 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 trial, or exactly how many men there were, details she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their boozing and they seized the moment to place their food parliamentary law. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a irregular while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't public press her for to a greater extent details.

"If entirely my ally 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."Jackson brushed the ingratiation 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 Jackson's body language."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to let, or about humiliating me ?"

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

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

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

"What if your buddies 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.

"fountainhead, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the next measure ? Was I going to wind up letting your friends touch me ? Even fuck me, as affair got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her Aspinwall and took a retentive sip, adding a pause to sacrifice 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 girl. I didn't really want them to have a part 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 muffler on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the head of frustration, but she did enquire how a lot he would possess gone along with had she been leave to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their nutrient arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their dental plate - Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetable. The waitress seemed to find fault up on the awkwardness of the silence that had fallen between them.

"Is everything uh… ok here ?"She asked, taking her notepad out of her scoop distractedly.

"Can I get another diet nose candy, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"Nothing 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, zero beat fresh."Tegan said, then directed her care back to 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 forking and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plate, taking a bit as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to feature rallied as he grinned at her across the tabular array."Eat up, you're going to need your energy. ”