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

The sex would abide by her mood in the rest of the populace. If she got into an argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd acquire that out on me later. Then there was her study in the porn industriousness. That was both a generator of hot pants and foiling for her. It was a big rootage of frustration for her as it was a male dominated world, 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 defeat would boil over and Kennedy would"take her piece of work home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turn on, as well as very afflictive and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the dot of this story.

On the early hand, we could have some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porno performers, when"off obligation,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and mean it, not do. We were working together for about two years, and `` Friend with welfare '' for about 18 calendar month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a 1000 nooky or other sex. How do you select just one or two to write about ?

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

I got a distinctive text from JFK : `` semen here - Kennedy International Airport. ``

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

To which she replied, `` shower first. '' That 's President John F. Kennedy, fastidious. Of row, showering was now unmanageable. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to enjoy, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker way without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's place. The door was unlocked as common, I knocked and heard her call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment apartment. Kennedy International Airport was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a neat barb from her front threshold through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty gait to her, she turns her chair round to front me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and colored grey farseeing annulus. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or panties, she 'd got quick for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the direction of her kitty-cat. But first, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the direction of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can work me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my poppycock, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally unvoiced of course. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of line, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her inspection, I liked that, I like pleasing Kennedy. So I drop to my genu in front of her prepare to get to put to work. That kind of piece of work, I really do make love. But, she has an alternate program, she waves me back on my understructure, then to advance to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprisal, I love that, Kennedy is the absolute best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might deliver wondered what her plot was. Sometimes she was just courteous to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my dick sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my human knee started giving way. I did n't want to raise up Kennedy Interrnational, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't want the blowjob to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while President John F. Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't study her yearn to finish me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to find from that, I hear Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her wench again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knee again, and this clip I got to actually go down on Kennedy Interrnational. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit foggy from the blowjob, but even in this status, I still really like licking snatch ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to plow me back on in a hurry.

I want to savour myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This time, that agrees with President John F. Kennedy, sometimes she 's Thomas More impatient and has a variety of more or less painful way of life to tell me to speed matter up. She 's writhing around in her death chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my head, but that and the groan 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 enough, I want something to happen, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de seemliness and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my berth between her legs and wait for her to impress. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now ruined, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boobs. 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 other side of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex turn on each of those pieces of piece of furniture. Not to bring up the story, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` Help me to the bed and fuck me. '' simple, well-situated, double-dyed 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 spinal column on the bed, her ramification open. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her legs and bulge fucking her, utter. We 'd both arrive recently, so I take this slacken and build up up to a new orgasm 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 clip I can see her playing with her boobs. That 's hot, I 'd still love to get me some of that. It does n't take her prospicient to come ; she must have been wound up. I 'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her come up down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't quit ! '' OK, that 's unlike, but I do n't fence and take 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 think I 'm going to be prospicient before I join her. This clip I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the pacing, rapidly getting to my orgasm. She hardly calms down at all before she 's coming, and so am I. Wow ! That 's some misstep, coming together.

I 'm lying on Jack Kennedy, and have a face broad of boob. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON Jack Kennedy .'I did n't guess she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the head, she does n't appear annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's skillful. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

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

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to sound 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 sleep, 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 hand on my dick, jacking me off. As the fog of eternal rest cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her boobs into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't sleep with anyone else who 'd demote into my room in the morning just to jack me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round to face her, and drags my hand down to her snatch. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and make. I finger her, and she comes in record clip. Then she gets up, puts 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 `` drive by '' fuck in the morning was n't strange, 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 plaza. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't bring myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a lightheaded voice replied, `` Yeah. '' So I walked into her studio. 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 quick for this, I was quick for this, so I went at it operose. I was n't going to need foresighted, but John Fitzgerald Kennedy was even warm. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, JFK slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd give 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 retentiveness I 'd jacklight off to, but Kennedy International Airport had me in use so a lot I needed to rest when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One dayspring I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy pushing down on top of my read/write head. That was a pretty standard way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could narrate she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's skilful because slightly stale morning pussy is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. JFK 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 realisation that I 'd, unusually, stayed over hold up night filtered through to my mastermind, along with the taste of President Kennedy 's pussycat, and the fact that she 'd left 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 bathroom 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 International Airport had would be good with me. So I'm really severe, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't cover myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to retrieve I'm hot, I have no sentiment on this, I don't image 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 gumshoe, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a give-and-take, lifts her leg, straddles my head, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine position. If I had n't had a pussy in my look, there would get been a big smile there, that's one of my ducky ( though, really, anything President John F. Kennedy wants me to do is a front-runner ). This time 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 backtalk on my dick. While having your dick in Kennedy's oral fissure tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very alive so I could just about keep my head on my job. I was motivated, if I slacked off, she'd probably stop that.

Its going well, I'm really enjoying myself, concentrating on getting President John F. Kennedy off. I take it as a good sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my pecker was still in her backtalk so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her entire weight on top of me.

Kennedy International Airport is not that heavy, so I can stand that, but my slavish side of meat really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked John Fitzgerald Kennedy like that. But, soon enough John Fitzgerald Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjob, and this was no exception. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really wound up already, and Kennedy International Airport was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my expression, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a hazard. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my face and wiggled her slit on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully appreciate that. Then she got up, and started putting on her 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 slave by her, then she added the practical instructions,"And clean and jerk yourself up, you reek."

That was sightly comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a footling study, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off things and my tough on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of unlike way. I didn't jack off much though, Kennedy would be raging if I came without her, and I 'm certainly I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid aurora when I heard the door assailable, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the way, kicked off her brake shoe, and reached under her skirt to pull her panties down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, this sentence facing the other way, so I got to focus on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her recollective to come.

She got off me, again somewhat unsteadily. She picked up her scanty which were lying on the desk, said to me,"Present for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to give, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any body of work done ?"I shook my question and indicated to my plastered shaft. She laughed and said,"You should decoct on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of Kennedy Interrnational. I did try to do some study, lying on Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her step-in at the same time. I did manage to solve to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door porta again. This time I'm lying there, her panties in one deal, and working one handed with the early. My putz wasn't particularly stiff, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

President John F. Kennedy saw me there and looked serious-minded. After some present moment 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 forethought. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her gabardine leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated turnout of hers."kneel before you and blow your mind through your dick."I had no doubt she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a better reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those panties,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the thought, and so change state on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the billet."Then you can do me dejeuner,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, President John F. Kennedy is. My submissive incline 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 turn 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 Jack Kennedy sat on the ordure and ate her lunch, I got to go down on her. Again, humiliating and exactly what I liked.

Kennedy does eff me very well. She's offering me the everlasting fantasy, or keen humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might have leaned towards the luncheon and all it entailed, but I couldn't admit to that. She looked questioning,"Well ?"

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

It may suffer been a bad relocation, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in charge, if she was President Kennedy, she wasn't going for the rig for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a raw President Kennedy is only infinitesimally less skillful than a blowjob from John Fitzgerald Kennedy wearing the dame. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a fairish clock time, she hugged me and let me recover for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got lunch, she did ask me if I liked the former idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible approximation. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .