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for Jackson - after sex plot
It's been a strange few days. Mac woke up to the island gone completely mad, with people changing ages and sexes and her own boyfriend had been a girlfriend and there was some strange fluidity in her sexual orientation that was more than a little unsettling.
Still, it's worked out so far and while she misses being with Jackson as she knows him, she isn't exactly going to break up with him (her?) over the lack of a penis. She'll just have to get used to life without it, if the island doesn't revert back to normal.
Right now, she's settled in bed with a book on current foreign policy; it's a new one by Vali Nasr that isn't even published yet when she's from and it's fascinating. She's making notes all in the margins and pities the poor soul who wants to read it afterward.
Then again, there are few on the island as passionate and nerdy about Middle Eastern diplomacy than she is.
Still, it's worked out so far and while she misses being with Jackson as she knows him, she isn't exactly going to break up with him (her?) over the lack of a penis. She'll just have to get used to life without it, if the island doesn't revert back to normal.
Right now, she's settled in bed with a book on current foreign policy; it's a new one by Vali Nasr that isn't even published yet when she's from and it's fascinating. She's making notes all in the margins and pities the poor soul who wants to read it afterward.
Then again, there are few on the island as passionate and nerdy about Middle Eastern diplomacy than she is.
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"No," he says, dragging his fingers out of her, leaving her slick and ready. "But I was always with different sorts of girls to you." He leans down off the side of the bed, grabbing her discarded underwear off the floor. "Before we do this, I want you to beg for what you know is about to happen. Nice and clear."
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Mac draws in a little breath. "I want you to gag me with those panties and I want you to fuck me in the ass nice and slow in front of this camera."
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"That doesn't sound like begging, Mac," he says, bending his head to press a kiss against her cunt, keeping her spread with his fingers. "You can do better."
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"Please? I'm yours," Mac whimpers. "Yours to do anything you want with."
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He presses the fabric in his hand against her cunt for a moment, letting it soak her in, and then he balls it up in his fist. "Open your mouth."
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Mac opens her mouth wide. Not being able to see heightens the anticipation and she's practically shaking with it now.
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He presses her panties into her mouth and then he shifts, cock in hand, to press against her but not inside yet.
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Mac feels him and wants to cry out and beg for it but she can't on account of the gag. Instead, she forced herself to relax and tips her ass a little higher for him.
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She might not be able to say anything, might not be able to look at him, need is written all over her. He ducks his head and starts to slide into her, slowly, giving her time to adjust.
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Mac whimpers around the gag and god, it's so tight. Feels good, though, and she squeezes a little around him.
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She does that on purpose, every single time, and it's enough to make him groan. Jackson's enough of an exhibitionist to not be worried by the camera at all, and he concentrates on pushing into her until he's in her to the root.
"Good?"
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Mac nods quickly. What she wants to say is fuck yes, it's good, but she can't so she just keeps her limbs loose and relaxed.
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He gives her another moment to adjust and then he starts to move at first, slow, deep strokes, his hands resting on the backs of her thighs.
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That's it. Mac loves this and she bites down hard on the panties, choking off a moan. She had never thought herself into anything out of the ordinary but that was before Jackson, clearly.
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He doesn't go easy on her for long, setting a harder, faster rhythm. He wants her to be able to feel this tomorrow. He doesn't want her to be able to think of anything else.
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Mac feels the tears in her throat and chest before she actually cries and this is apparently the only way her body can express what she's feeling.
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She'd warned him about the weeping so he doesn't pay too much attention to it, making sure to keep up a rhythm. "Make sure your face is turned towards the camera, Mac," he says.
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Mac tips her chin up and feels the tears slipping down her face. She hopes she's in frame. She squeezes around him a little more and rocks forward slightly, whimpering around the gag.
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Jackson groans in answer, head bent as he fucks her, hands wrapped around the bedframe to give him more leverage.
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Mac is pretty sure she looks completely fucked up right now and, what's worse, she doesn't care. She will probably watch this later and cringe but for now, she feels damned good.
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"Jesus, Mac, I love this," he says, losing the end of it in a moan as he rocks into her, dropping one hand to rub over her clit as he fucks her.
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Mac isn't expecting that stimulation and she cries out around the gag, trying to keep it together for just a little bit longer.
She doesn't expect she's going to be able to.
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He's nearly there, almost there, and he pushes two fingers into her, fucking her in both wholes at once as he rubs his thumb over her clit.
"You want to come for the camera once more, Mac?"
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Mac nods quickly, so close that just a little more pressure will knock her over the edge. Just a little more.
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The eagerness makes him laugh and he takes his fingers away from her for a moment, thrusting into her until he's the one that's coming. It won't kill her to wait.
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