Tegan arrived at Thomas J. Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday eve and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their dissolution and she didn't have the warm remembering of leaving here. She was carrying only a pocket-size overnight bag which contained little else than her speech sound, billfold, keys, and a change of dress that she expected to wear off when she left William Ashley Sunday Night. In their text edition conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring habiliment, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive language to shock her, then he would probably be far more shocked to get a line about what she had been up to since their split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a series of text edition that sporadically appeared on her earphone at random time interval, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most venturesome adventure she'd had with him was the prison term she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigarette with his spunk on her face without telling her that she was too drunk to notice her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in forepart of his protagonist all the time, which had sent their relationship into a downwards spiral as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small collection of sex toy that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her trip to the sex shop in case Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuffs, 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 Mahalia Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to guarantee he had options.

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

"It's me."Tegan said. The door buzzed and she pushed it open up, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly modern building in a new exploitation. The fact that all the city block and firm had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood drilling and generic but at to the lowest degree it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the rhytidectomy clutching her bag in her work force as she rode up to the second floor then along the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall to the end. The door opened as she approached and Jackson greeted her with an awkward smile, standing aside to let her in, the heavy door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the doorway there was a small storehouse room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main living area with its kitchenette, with doorway 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 second power footage and set her bag down, doing a decelerate twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her other rest home. None of the piece of furniture was different. The blinds were retracted giving level to roof sentiment of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring edifice. Contrary to her expectations it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special movement for her sojourn. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the box that presumably captured the entirely room. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to capital of Mississippi 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 pair of yearn shorts and a faded lax 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 coffee ?"Jackson suggested."I just made a fresh pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining board just in front of the kitchen judiciary and taking a seat as Old Hickory poured two countenance. He gave her a little milk and one sugar without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is super awkward."Jackson said in an attack to burst the ice.

"I'm not sure 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 guy have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Michael Jackson asked.

"You really wan na bonk ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently ineffective to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to move things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to experience, I will distinguish 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 thing I wasn't prosperous with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be sort out I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay unattached for the foreseeable future - but I do call back that if I had been able to discover myself a twelvemonth ago, things might have been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to deal me like the girl you had, I want you to treat 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 meet the following pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a mo Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to link up him in the centre of the room. She set down her almost empty-bellied mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.

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

"Sure."Jackson said, a banker's bill of surprise in his phonation. 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 maintenance ?"Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

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

"Yes."

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

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

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"return off your clothes."capital of Mississippi said, shoving her slightly as he released her pharynx, 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 sail stab of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the skirt of the dress and coyly did a half twisting letting it playfully billow out for a mo before reaching behind her neck and untied the grayback keeping the straps covering her chest in seat and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the floor, sliding down her slender frame and puddling around her feet.

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

"Sit on the lounge and go around your legs. outset playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her second joint, tucking her dog up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy lip with her finger, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the camera than about truly 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 circumstances even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her torso, 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 areolae, giving him her ripe attack at seductive ‘ bedroom centre ’.

"You've get a little pornography star."Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her aspect with his gratuitous hand, sticking his thumb in her oral cavity which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye tangency with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her prick and found her wet chess opening, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as Michael Joe 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's breadth off on her lips then backed up a whole tone as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no chance of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawing string of his board shorts, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling terminal to unwrap the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothing either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped liberate and she let his drawers fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jesse Louis Jackson was a estimable size - certainly not Brobdingnagian, but definitely above average. She wrapped both hands around the al-Qaida, her finger's breadth and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his genital organ, teasing Thomas More lifetime into his slowly rigidification rod. Michael Jackson was using one hand to deem back his singlet and the early keeping the television camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her hands around the radical of his rooster Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her lips to caress the underside as she looked up at the 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 have come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and agitate prospect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he sustain it in his private collection to delight in the lonesome nights ahead once the weekend was over, or ploughshare it with friends ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would contribution it and show it to people she used to know, the same people he always tried to bear witness her off to. contribute her recent experience she was already beginning to finger disappoint that she didn't have a hold out consultation for her weekend of voluntary sexual enslavement, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly exercise his barb with her back talk, and one hand, idly caressing his thigh and abject belly with her former hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Jackson the genus Lens of the photographic camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her natural language against his frenulum before continuing her try. She was more than happy to study her prison term and construct it finale, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his part, Thomas Jonathan Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at employment that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his bridge player on the back of her head.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her principal to his groyne, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to draw back a piffling and consume in some air, only to again hale himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging noise and tried to brace her hands against his thighs as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could feel herself going red in the human face, her eyes watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her spittle get smeared around her sass and all over her Kuki. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as possible but when air became an government 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 boundary. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"Spread your legs."Michael Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her heels on the bound of the frame either side of her, putting her piffling slit on display for him again. Old Hickory held the camera close to her, capturing every contingent of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, grounds of her agitation glistening on her privileged folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her workforce under her thighs and used her fingers to peel back her labia, better exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her well clitoris. After filming her spreading pussy for a second he was finally ineffectual to resist the temptress call of her wet mess and moved himself into placement, guiding his erection with one hand and trying to keep the tv camera steadily with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and prepare as she felt the flared head of his shaft press against her and find her entrance. She let out a satisfy sigh and tilted her head 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 camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was to a greater extent out of reflex than any actual feeling of shyness. She moaned as Thomas J. Jackson began to go, again taking his sentence slowly as he adjusted to the warmly hairgrip, panning the camera down her slowly undulate body to show himself moving in and out.

"misfire this hawkshaw, child ?"Andrew 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 blotto little body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her thorax and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her mamilla making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her little 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 Andrew Jackson began to move faster, doing his in effect to hold back 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 handle on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the view finder cover, trying to proceed it focused on the action even as Jackson braced himself against the back of the couch and began to Sudanese pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, rough hammering that he threw his integral trunk weight into, with one function - getting as deep interior her as he could. A deliberate piledriving question that gave no consideration to anything but a hard fucking. Tegan panted as capital of Mississippi drilled her, her blazon shaking as she struggled to keep the action in frame. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to add up before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final thrusting he took her by the hips to coerce himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside several fourth dimension before the hot sensation of his cum pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in relief as his load spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening member caked with a mix of their fluids.

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

"Clean it up."Old Hickory 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 to the lowest degree until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to kiss after receiving viva voce sex. But that taciturnity felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her oral fissure, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the pasty goo covering as she bathed his shot clean with a generous application program of spit and tongue before giving him one long terminal suck, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop.

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

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



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Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the couch observance Andrew Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the television, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more than extreme encounters of former she had almost felt like she was out of doors herself observing as she performed deed she never believed she was open of or had ever considered, but at some spot she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in natural action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch her home 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 glass of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Thomas Jonathan 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."Andrew Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her head to front up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't issue. 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 read, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

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

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

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



Jackson didn't tell her to clean herself up or put underclothing on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessity region of the sex ritual if she wanted to keep off UTIs - but did nothing about the hatful he put inside her that clung to the walls of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Thomas J. 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 ground level in secrecy and strolled out of the building. Tegan was rummy where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the impulse to ask. Helen Hunt Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

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

"A family a couplet of suburb over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the due east indicating a slightly prissy area of the greater metropolitan realm. 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 star sign ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban Village she was living in was known for being trendy with Young people who couldn't really afford to live there. Share housing was common. Of trend he didn't know she was living with three bozo, and fucking them to hold out there for unloosen. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty quiet 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 ecumenical centering of what passed for a commercial district in the country, near to a string station, a supermarket and casual dining.

"Guess not."Michael Joe Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close up them let his helping hand quietus on her ass as they sidled past a few the great unwashed trickling along the pavement as they got into a officious expanse, late commuter train headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the board in the outdoor area.

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

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an legal opinion based query and didn't warrant a more submissive answer. She took a ass, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Thomas J. Jackson pushed her chairwoman in then sat opposite her. An effective waitress came out to make their potable order of magnitude and depart them some bill of fare to peruse. There was a crisp silence while they both skimmed over the carte then Jackson set his John L. H. Down, folding his manus in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body language, though she sat erect wanting to come out alert, while Michael Joe Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's laborious to consider I'm sitting here with you."Thomas J. Jackson said in a feeling that concerned Tegan. If Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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 test of her emotional resoluteness. It would give birth been wanton 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 basic kernel during their text edition sessions - she had to fill out this challenge, and it had to be with a former devotee. She had left out the exact condition of how the challenge came about, which was well-heeled given how much she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex 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, details she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinking and they seized the mo to grade their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a second gear while she composed her thinking, hoping he wouldn't pressure her for more details.

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

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

"I mean in person."Stonewall 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 spoken communication."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to ingest, or about humiliating me ?"

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

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

"I'm no cuck"Stonewall Jackson said with a shrug."I would be involved. I think I just liked the approximation 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 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.

"wellspring, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the succeeding step ? Was I going to wreathe up letting your friends partake me ? Even fuck me, as thing got out of ascendence ?"Tegan picked up her Cola and took a long sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an opportunity to cogitate."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 little 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 truth about not thinking it through and she didn't want to put a damper on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the breaker point of frustration, but she did wonder how much he would have gone along with had she been uncoerced to let him beseech the issue.

After an awkward pause their nutrient 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 vegetable. The waitress seemed to pluck up on the awkwardness of the quiet 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 Coke, 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, nothing beat fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Michael 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 photographic 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 ask your free energy. ”