House Slut - S01 E101

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House Slut - S01 E101

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 101

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.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her head to his groin, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to pull back a little and take in some air, only to again force 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 face, her eyes watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it happen, feeling her saliva get smeared around her lips and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as possible 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 couch she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the deep cushion and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

“Spread your legs.” Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her heels on the edge of the couch either side of her, putting her little slit on display for him again. Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, evidence of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

“Spread it” Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thighs and used her fingers to peel back her labia, better exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her swollen clit. After filming her spread pussy for a minute he was finally unable to resist the siren call of her wet hole and moved himself into position, guiding his erection with one hand and trying to keep the 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 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 more out of reflex than any real feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to move, 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?” 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 tight little body.” 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 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 Jackson began to move faster, doing his best to keep 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 camera in her hands. Jackson released his grip 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 back of the couch and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, 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 hard fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep the action in frame. Her body 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 hips to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching deep inside several times before the hot sensation of his seed 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.” 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 different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of saliva and tongue before giving him one long final 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 pussy, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey mess seeping out of her ravaged gash. Apparently satisfied 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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