House Slut - S01 E99

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House Slut - S01 E99

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 99

Tegan Arrived At Her Ex-boyfreind's house to fulfil her challenge total sexual servitude for 48 hours.

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 fondest memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, wallet, keys, and a change of clothes that she expected to wear when she left Sunday night. In their text conversations planning for the weekend Jackson had assured her she wouldn’t be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his suggestive language to shock her, then he would probably be far more shocked to learn 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 texts that sporadically appeared on her phone at random intervals, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring adventure she’d had with him was the time 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 notice her shirt wasn’t covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front of his friends all the time, which had sent their relationship into a downward 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 toys that she’d accumulated as gifts and from her trip to the sex shop in case Jackson wanted to get creative – handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn’t used the dildo since the first time the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

“Hello?” crackled Jackson’s voice 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 blocks and houses had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood boring and generic but at least it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her hands as she rode up to the second floor then along the 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 door there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main living area with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the living room which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a slow twirl as she refamiliarised herself with her former home. None of the furniture was different. The blinds were retracted giving floor to ceiling views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. 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 effort for her visit. There was one notable difference, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the whole room. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn’t currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a pair of long shorts and a faded loose 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 table just in front of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Jackson poured two mugs. 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 attempt to break the ice.

“I’m not sure 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 wanna know?” Tegan challenged.

Jackson 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 tell 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 comfortable with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I’ve changed a lot since then. To be clear I’m not proposing we get back together – I plan to stay unattached for the foreseeable future – but I do think that if I had been able to discover myself a year ago, things might have been different. So… here I am. I don’t want you to treat me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to treat me like the 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 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 join him in the middle of the room. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.

“Since you’re recording, can I get a copy?” Tegan asked.

“Sure.” Jackson said, a note of surprise in his voice. 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 care?” Jackson said, challengingly.

“I encourage it.” Tegan countered.

“You really have changed. Let’s see how much.” Jackson gripped her by the throat and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a deep breath. “You’ve been a busy little whore haven’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.

“Take 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 shot of her from her feet to her head.