House Slut - S01 E100

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House Slut - S01 E100

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 100

Tegan held the skirt of the dress and coyly did a half twirl letting it playfully billow out for a moment before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the straps covering her chest in place 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 point of view as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one hand to pinch one of her nipples, keeping her face in the shot as she placidly accepted his touch.

“Sit on the couch and spread your legs. Start 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 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 finger 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 body, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her nipples, circling the outer edge of her areolae, giving him her best attempt at seductive ‘bedroom eyes’.

“You’ve become a little porn star.” Jackson commented as he reached out to caress her face with his free hand, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact 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 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 lips then backed up a step 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 drawstring of his board shorts, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped free and she let his shorts fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Jackson was a good size – certainly not huge, but definitely above average. She wrapped both hands around the base, her fingers and thumbs overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Jackson was using one hand to hold back his singlet and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure 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 underside as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue 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 exciting prospect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it – would he keep it in his private collection to enjoy in the lonely nights ahead once the weekend was over, or share it with friends? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and show it to people she used to know, the same people he always tried to show her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to feel disappointed 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 other 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 moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her tongue 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, 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.