Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the warm memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a minor overnight bag which contained petty else than her phone, wallet, keys, and a change of wearing apparel that she expected to wear when she left Sun night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Thomas Jonathan Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudeness of his suggestive language to shock her, then he would probably be far more traumatize to learn about what she had been up to since their stock split. His shadowy allusions to what had planned to do with their two daylight together rolled in over a series of texts that sporadically appeared on her speech sound at random intervals, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring risky venture she'd had with him was the metre she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarettes with his spunk on her nerve without telling her that she was too booze to find her shirt wasn't covering her mammilla. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front of his Friend all the clip, which had sent their relationship into a downwards whorl as she fought against his exhibitionism by placeholder. She felt she knew what his appetite were, and what to ask from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small collection of sex toys that she'd accumulated as gift and from her misstep to the sex store in case Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuff, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the world-class time the guy wire had used it on her, but she doubted capital of Mississippi had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

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

"It's me."Tegan said. The door buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly Modern building in a new development. The fact that all the blockage and houses had been developed by the one fellowship made the vicinity boring and generic but at least it was affordable for the timbre. She stood anxiously in the face lifting clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the second base floor 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 intemperate door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a humble storage room. The hall hooked to the left into the main animation surface area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and washing on the right.

She stood in the eye of the living room which made up about half the overall second power footage and set her bag down, doing a slow spin as she refamiliarised herself with her former rest home. None of the furniture was different. The screen were retracted giving level to cap views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. opposite to her expected value it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a limited drive for her visit. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the recess that presumably captured the all room. She regarded it impassively for a mo noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Thomas J. Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfboarder, wearing a twosome of farseeing drawers and a faded loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

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

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

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

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in forepart of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Glenda Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a lilliputian Milk and one carbohydrate without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is first-rate awkward."Jackson said in an try to break the ice.

"I'm not certain 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 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 headache, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

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

"You really wan na be intimate ?"Tegan challenged.

Old Hickory silently appraised the question, 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 recount 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 easy with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be absolved 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 find out myself a year ago, things might induce been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to treat me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to address me like the whore 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 to fill the following suspension in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute Andrew Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to fall in him in the midriff of the room. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her hired man and stood facing the camera.

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

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

"No."

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

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Jesse Jackson gripped her by the throat and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a deep breathing spell."You've been a busy little lady of pleasure oasis't you ?"

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"payoff 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 feet to her head.

Tegan held the dame of the dress and coyly did a half whirl letting it playfully billow out for a import before reaching behind her neck and untied the burl keeping the straps covering her pectus in blank space and as soon as she released them the attire fell to the flooring, sliding down her slender shape and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Jackson commented from his gonzo cameraman point of view as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one bridge player to pinch one of her nipples, keeping her expression in the shot as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the sofa and distribute your wooden leg. Start playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his sofa 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 Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the camera than about authentically pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a finger into herself to collect some of her wet and use it to massage into her clit, finding herself excited by the circumstances even without needing to manually excite herself. Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson slowly panned the tv camera back up over her body, focusing on her nerve and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her nipples, circling the outer border of her areolae, giving him her considerably attempt at seductive ‘ chamber eyes ’.

"You've suit a little porn star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her expression with his complimentary paw, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the Lens."Never seen this lady friend 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 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."Jackson wiped his finger off on her lip then backed up a step as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no prospect of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his board shorts, eyefucking the tv camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling end to unmake the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothing either, his semi-erect prick immediately popped free and she let his boxers evenfall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the stand. Michael Jackson was a good size - certainly not huge, but definitely above average. She wrapped both mitt around the base, her finger and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his genitalia, teasing more aliveness into his slowly stiffening rod. Thomas J. Jackson was using one script to go for back his singlet and the early keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to assure he wasn't missing a detail.

keeping her hands around the base of his cock Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to caress the bottom as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue to stroke the undersurface. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not have come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and exciting candidate for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his secret collection to enjoy in the lonely nights ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with ally ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to people she used to know, the like the great unwashed he always tried to show her off to. fall in her Holocene experience she was already beginning to sense foiled that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of voluntary sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his shaft with her lips, and one hand, idly caressing his thigh and lower belly with her early 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 consequence to lewdly wamble the tip of her lingua against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than felicitous to take her time and piss it lastly, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his parting, Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his hired hand on the back of her head.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her head teacher to his seawall, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to get out back a little and guide in some air, only to again force himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging disturbance and tried to brace her deal against his thighs as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The tv camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could feel herself going red in the face, her middle watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it go on, feeling her saliva get smeared around her lips and all over her Chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her sass for as long as possible but when air became an issue she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her oral sex 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 deep shock and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"cattle farm your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her second joint and balanced her cad on the edge of the couch either face of her, putting her little prick on showing for him again. Stonewall Jackson held the camera conclusion to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy back talk, evidence of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Thomas J. Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingers to peel back her labia, better exposing her soft pinko ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her spread pussy for a min he was finally ineffectual to jib the siren call of her wet fix and moved himself into view, guiding his erection with one hand and trying to hold open the tv camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and ready as she felt the flared head of his cock press against her and find her entrance. She let out a satisfied suspiration and tilted her oral sex back as she felt him push into her slippery tunnel and easily slue 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 to a greater extent out of reflex than any real belief of shyness. She moaned as Thomas J. Jackson began to move, again taking his sentence slowly as he adjusted to the ardent grip, panning the camera down her slowly flap body to show up 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 closely little body."Glenda 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 niggling tit snap back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over township 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 move faster, doing his best to stay fresh 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 photographic camera in her hands. Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to hold it focused on the natural action even as Old Hickory braced himself against the back of the couch and began to Irish pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, scratchy pounding that he threw his entire dead 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 hard shtup. Tegan panted as Mahalia Jackson drilled her, her implements of war shaking as she struggled to keep open the legal action in physical body. Her consistence 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 thrust he took her by the articulatio coxae to pull himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside several times before the hot hotshot of his seeded player pulsing up against her cervix, Jesse Louis Jackson groaning in relief as his burden 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.

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

"Clean it up."Jackson said bluntly. It occurred to Tegan that she had never done for him while they were together - she had always been shy about wanting to savor 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 dissimilar life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of savor and texture of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application program of spittle and tongue before giving him one farsighted concluding suck, her nerve drawn inwards as he was released from her sass with an hearable pop.

"commodity girl."Thomas Jonathan Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the camera back to her snatch, presumably to entrance that freshly-fucked look and the gooey mess seeping out of her waste gash. Apparently quenched Jackson panned the camera back up her physical structure 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 camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to send. Tegan remained slumped on the cast watching Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the video recording, about watching herself in military action. Sometimes in her more extremum confrontation of late she had almost felt like she was alfresco herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was subject of or had ever considered, but at some point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so practically seeing herself in action mechanism, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch her habitation made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The idea 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 drinking glass of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"capital of Mississippi 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 paw, tilting her head to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to fall, are you ? You're here to please me."

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

"Do you understand, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Michael Joe Jackson didn't tell apart her to 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 requirement part of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did zilch about the mess he put inside her that clung to the walls of her vagina and would probably ooze out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her skid and Mahalia Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the flat to the elevator. They descended to the ground floor in silence and strolled out of the edifice. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking aloofness - but resisted the impulse to ask. Michael Joe Jackson would probably just narrate her it wasn't her spot to know. Unexpectedly, he began some unwarranted chit-chat.

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

"A sign a couple of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her straits to the eastern United States indicating a slightly nicer area of the swell 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.

"percentage mansion ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban Greenwich Village she was living in was known for being trendy with Danton True Young masses who couldn't really afford to experience there. Share trapping was vulgar. Of course he didn't know she was living with three Guy, and fucking them to live there for free. She would take on it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty tranquilize 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 direction of what passed for a commercial dominion in the area, near to a railroad train place, a supermarket and casual dining.

"hypothesis not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her shank and pulled her close them let his hand rest on her ass as they sidled past tense a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a fussy area, late commuters headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Michael 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 notion based question and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a seat, tucking the dame of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her professorship in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drink orders and leave them some computer menu to peruse. There was a terse muteness while they both skimmed over the bill of fare then Michael Jackson set his pile, folding his hands in straw man of him while he waited. Tegan set down her fare and mirrored his torso language, though she sat vertical wanting to come along alert, while Thomas Jonathan Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to conceive I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had feelings for her - feelings she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a examination of her emotional resolve. It would hold been well-off 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 inject some formality. She had given him the canonic nitty-gritty during their text sessions - she had to fill in this challenge, and it had to be with a early lover. She had left out the exact circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how much she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex 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, details she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the moment to target their intellectual nourishment ordination. Tegan took a sip of her pop to buy a sec while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't pressure her for more details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Jackson brushed the innuendo 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 Jesse Louis Jackson's organic structure language."Was it about your admirer seeing what you got to throw, or about humiliating me ?"

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

"So there was no real thought process 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 stuff - but not to humiliate 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 whole step ? Was I going to hoist up letting your champion touch me ? Even make out me, as things got out of controller ?"Tegan picked up her Colon and took a foresighted sip, adding a break to give Thomas J. 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 piece of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to concede that he was probably telling the accuracy 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 thwarting, but she did wonder how a great deal he would have gone along with had she been will to let him adjure the issue.

After an awkward pause their intellectual nourishment arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to blame 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 sack distractedly.

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

"naught for me."Jesse Louis Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, aught round fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Michael Joe Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must 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 collection plate, taking a collation as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to birth rallied as he grinned at her across the mesa."Eat up, you're going to need your vigor. ”