As I said, most of the sex me and Kennedy Interrnational had was vanilla. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we'd worked out our turn ons, she felt costless to be her dominant self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the humour. We had sight of straight vanilla sex, then there were those episodes where JFK was more prevalent or humiliated me. What with my proclivities, that would be somewhere between a big turning on and totally awesome.

The sex would trace her mood in the rest of the world. If she got into an argument with person, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her body of work in the porn industry. That was both a source of horniness and defeat for her. It was a big source of frustration for her as it was a Male dominated earthly concern, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The fille are just assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would churn over and John Fitzgerald Kennedy would"take her work nursing home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big tour on, as well as very painful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the breaker point of this story.

On the former hand, we could experience some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most erotica performing artist, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and intend it, not perform. We were working together for about two yr, and `` booster with welfare '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 Day, so I 'd guess around a thousand fucks or other sex. How do you select just one or two to drop a line about ?

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One memorable coming upon is one clip when I was working out in the evening. I 've always worked out, just to be levelheaded, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became education, so I could keep back up.

I got a typical text from Kennedy : `` Come here - Kennedy Interrnational. ``

I was all sweaty, so I texted back, `` I 'm in the gym. ``

To which she replied, `` Shower first. '' That 's Kennedy International Airport, fastidious. Of course, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy Interrnational wanted I was going to enjoy, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker elbow room without anyone seeing the heavy on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's spot. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her outcry out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment. President John F. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straight shot from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her chair round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark greyness long wench. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoe, any hosepipe or panties, she 'd got ready for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the instruction of her pussy. But low, she wants me to denudate off, she nods in the instruction of my crotch, which is her sign for that. She likes me doing her summons, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and pack off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand defenseless, and blushing, before her for her review. Totally hard of row. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of course, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her inspection, I liked that, I like pleasing President Kennedy. So I drop to my human knee in front of her ready to get to crop. That kind of study, I really do have a go at it. But, she has an surrogate plan, she waves me back on my feet, then to advance to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, Kennedy is the downright trump cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to equate her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might experience wondered what her game was. Sometimes she was just Nice to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my tool sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my knees started giving way. I did n't want to raise up Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't want the blowjob to terminate. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while John Fitzgerald Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her foresighted to finish me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to recover from that, I hear Kennedy International Airport clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this time I got to actually go down on Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit blurred from the cock sucking, but even in this stipulation, I still really like licking pussy ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to turn me back on in a hurry.

I want to enjoy myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This time, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's to a greater extent impatient and has a variety of more or less painful ways to separate me to speed matter up. She 's writhing around in her chairman, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my principal, but that and the moans are good signs. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a pussy does that to me. I 'm getting turned on adequate, I want something to happen, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her branch and postponement for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the bird off me. Her shirt is now untie, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boob. I 'd wish to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in front of her and the bed the former side of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex routine on each of those pieces of furniture. Not to mention the base, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and William Tell me, `` Help me to the bed and fuck me. '' Simple, well-fixed, perfect tense for me. She gets up a bit unsteadily, and I help her. She discards the skirt and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back on the bed, her legs undefendable. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her legs and begin fucking her, perfect. We 'd both come recently, so I take this slow and make up to a new coming for both of us, I guess that was her program with the blowjob, slow me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This time I can see her playing with her titty. That 's hot, I 'd still love to get me some of that. It does n't take her hanker to come ; she must get been wound up. I 'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her come down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't give up ! '' OK, that 's unlike, but I do n't argue and deal up fucking her again.

She hardly seems to have stopped coming before she 's coming again. That 's fucking hot, hot enough I do n't retrieve I 'm going to be tenacious before I join her. This clock time I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the pace, rapidly getting to my orgasm. She hardly calms down at all before she 's coming, and so am I. Wow ! That 's some trip, coming together.

I 'm lying on John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and have a face broad of dumbbell. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON KENNEDY .'I did n't suppose she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a deal pats me gently on the foreland, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's golden. She hugs me, that 's nice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na stay ? '' She 'd never asked me to outride the night before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Jack Kennedy, its nice waking up next to her, and she 'll usually desire more later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to voice cool, but I 'm really happy about that.

'' You can do that again. … when I 've recovered. '' That was something to look forward to. I did get to fuck her again before we went to slumber, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me home, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to realize there was a helping hand on my tool, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her boobs into my back. I assumed that was John Fitzgerald Kennedy, I do n't have sex anyone else who 'd bump into my room in the morning just to jack me off. I was also fill up to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round to face her, and sweep my helping hand down to her pussy. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and ready. I finger her, and she comes in record time. Then she gets up, put on her clothes and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did work out what that was about. A `` ride by '' fuck in the break of day was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a text late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to argue, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't bring myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a conk voice replied, `` Yeah. '' So I walked into her studio apartment. She was n't immediately visible, but as I came through the kitchen I saw her. She was lying on the bed, face down with her ass in the air, her legs open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was ready for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to convey long, but Kennedy was even faster. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd made it obvious what she wanted, so I zipped up and left. It just seemed so erotic being so impersonal. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of memory I 'd jack off to, but President Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to roost when she did n't forebode, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt Jack Kennedy pushing down on top of my brain. That was a passably touchstone way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could recite she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's thoroughly because slightly cold morning pussy is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. Kennedy came rather quickly, then got up, a bit unsteadily, to go shower, and told me,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The happy realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my brain, along with the taste of Kennedy 's puss, and the fact that she 'd go away me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take care of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the toilet looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, kind of day dreaming about what I hope is going to happen. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans Kennedy had would be full with me. So I'm really knockout, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious and rosiness, but don't top myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to call up I'm hot, I have no view on this, I don't fancy men, so I've no idea what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's focusing on my dick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, straddles my head, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine office. If I had n't had a pussy in my look, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a front-runner ). This clip it seems to be for her benefit, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's difficult to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her mouth on my dick. While having your dick in President Kennedy's lip tends to the head blowing, she wasn't very participating so I could just about go on my judgement on my task. I was motivated, if I slacked off, she'd probably stop that.

Its going well, I'm really enjoying myself, concentrating on getting Kennedy off. I take it as a practiced sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her rima oris so that was safe. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full free weight on top of me.

JFK is not that laborious, so I can bear that, but my subservient side really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a au naturel JFK like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjobs, and this was no exclusion. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really wound up already, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my look, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a chance. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my typeface and wiggled her pussy on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully appreciate that. Then she got up, and started putting on her wearing apparel. She told me,"I'm going to want that later, so you stay here."Not only was she not kicking me out, she was keeping me as her personal sex toy. Even better. As she was leaving she added,"I want you naked and hard when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my daydreams of being kept as a sex hard worker by her, then she added the practical educational activity,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair gossip, so I showered and got a footling breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a trivial work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off things and my grueling on would wilt. So I watched a few of Jack Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me intemperate, watching President John F. Kennedy get fucked in a hoi polloi of dissimilar slipway. I didn't jack off much though, Jack Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm certain I could delight her Thomas More if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid morning time when I heard the doorway undefendable, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the elbow room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her skirt to pull her panty down. Then, again without a Book, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, this time facing the early way, so I got to centralize on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her longsighted to come.

She got off me, again somewhat unsteadily. She picked up her panties which were lying on the desk, said to me,"present for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to entrust, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any work done ?"I shook my head and indicated to my stiff dick. She laughed and said,"You should pore on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled almost erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some work, lying on Kennedy's bed, defenseless, sniffing her panties at the Lapplander time. I did negociate to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door scuttle again. This time I'm lying there, her panty in one helping hand, and working one handed with the former. My putz wasn't particularly loaded, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked thoughtful. After some minute of contemplation, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't specific about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly aid. This was looking respectable for me."I could put on the mini,"her whitened leather miniskirt was my favorite shorten outfit of hers."kneel before you and bobble your mind through your dick."I had no doubtfulness she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a substantially reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those scanty,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her intimate apparel as a abasement before, I was mortified at the thinking, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the blot."Then you can make me tiffin,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad Captain James Cook, Kennedy Interrnational is. My slavish side likes doing things like that for her,"while I sit and laugh at you."I blushed as I realized how humiliating that would be and how much it would reverse me on.

She ended with,"Then you can serve me lunch, and serve me from under the counter."I liked that as well, I get to kneel, naked, under the counter, while Kennedy sat on the feces and ate her dejeuner, I got to go down on her. Again, humiliating and exactly what I liked.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy does know me very well. She's offering me the pure fantasy, or dainty mortification. I didn't know what I wanted, I might have leaned towards the lunch and all it entailed, but I couldn't admit to that. She looked questioning,"fountainhead ?"

I couldn't say, so I said,"I like it when you decide."I do, but in this slip I couldn't ask for what I really wanted.

It may have been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in accusation, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a raw Kennedy is only infinitesimally less good than a cock sucking from Kennedy Interrnational wearing the annulus. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a fair metre, she hugged me and let me recoup for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got lunch, she did ask me if I liked the early approximation and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my ebullience for it. She's pretty overbold ( as well as smarting and pretty ) .