The John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 1.7 : Surprise .


Oral-Sex, Pegging, Spanking
It was Lord's Day afternoon, I was waiting for Christian Bible from Kennedy, her flight had been due to put down a little piece before. Then, she called. That was strange, a textual matter was more her style. `` Hey, Matt. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't sure if it was President John F. Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the point, telling me, `` I want to give you as many cock sucking as you want this afternoon. ``

That was a rare treat, I might wonder what bought that on, but I was n't going to argue. `` OK. ''

'' So I want you to be naked, on my bed, and hard when I get there, OK ? ``

Not unusual, I had a spare key to her post, I quite often waited for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

'' Unless, … '' There was another section coming.

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to spank you and fuck you in the ass, before the blowjob. In that guinea pig, you should be kneeling on the flooring. OK ? ``

She was offering the chance for me to get tortured and humiliated. Unusually, it was my option, I usually left that kind of conclusion to Kennedy. `` OK. ''

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few thing together and made rushing to Kennedy 's apartment. It took her about half an time of day to get home from the airport, so I did n't give too long. The live on affair I wanted was to get to Kennedy by not following her instruction. I got to her place, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already unvoiced, that voice was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should consume wondered about what caused this unusual generosity, or maybe I just did n't want to look the giving horse in the rima oris. She was sometimes nice to me, well really she was always nice to me ; she did things I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those things I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass piece of tail and the spanking in particular. I hated those, but they turned me on so practically, I loved them as well. And `` being overnice '' to me may just be a way so I never know what to bear, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I 'm lying there, arduous as per instructions, daydreaming of the cock sucking I 'm going to get, I 've decided blowjobs and no pain in the ass and mortification are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit dash upright, and jump off the bed to take up a kneeling position, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my design, but now Kennedy was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there naked. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy was acting a little strange overall today. She walked over to me, and hugged me, with my face in her belly, saying, `` Aww, thanks, I 'm so looking forward to torturing you. I would ingest gone straight to the blowjobs if you 'd wanted, but you 've made your choice, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even for certain why. She had n't said she preferred this alternative, she 'd allow it entirely to me. If she 'd said she wanted to, I 'd have got had difficulty refusing, but I 'd be able-bodied to blame my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to charge, I as adept as acknowledge I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the head, and said, `` Stay there. '' She disappeared into her closet. This was usually a estimable thing, what emerged was usually good for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy Interrnational in her dominatrix turnout. President Kennedy did n't go for the traditional corset and intimate apparel, that was n't her at all. She would take been happy just wearing her normal clothes, that was what she was easy in. But, she did find a feeling that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather cap, just the crown, null else. It came down just to pussy level, so gave you hints of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her cleavage, and she had a swagger. If you can imagine the Fonz as a mostly defenseless erotica whizz, that 's Kennedy.

In one hand she held her totem of force, a leather sawhorse riding whiplash, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon under BDSM gear and gave it to Kennedy as a birthday present tense. Then, I had to use several safewords to convert her I really, as in really, really I 'm not kidding, hated her using it on me, and it should be a ceremonial point only. That thing stung like a asshole. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather paddle I 'd given her, that was wide-eyed and flat, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the early mitt she jauntily slung her extra brake shoe. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a ceremonial infantry washing, so they were kept clean inside and out. Unlike her usual shoes, they had heels and strap. They were Au colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some reason. They had a wide pleated strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the Romans never had Velcro. ) That left her toes accessible. It looked like she was going to go through the wide-cut gamut of rite humiliations for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the party whip over my tooshie and up between my ramification. It tapped my balls lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went bedevil, I 'm sure my centre charge per unit soared, and I got set up to yell the safeword. I did n't want her hitting me with that, on the balls is the rack up idea potential. It was a rush and a turn on though, and my prick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the fag with the party whip. At least I hoped it was supposed to be playful, it still stung. She coughed like she was trying to get my attention, so I looked back and she was making turning apparent movement with the lash, indicating I should turn round to face her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my firmly on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the whiplash along the urethra on the undersurface of my dick ; a drop-off of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in wide-cut flight of steps or fight mode, but I did n't move. gratify with my reactions, she launched one final jibe before ordering me to play, `` I 'll use that on you later. '' She usually did n't use it on me, I had persuaded her I really did hate it, but if she did n't occasionally I would n't get scared. I earned my use of a safeword when she did. You guessed it, the thought of that also turned me on. I 'm a deal, are n't I.

Finally the order, she waved the brake shoe, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the rite foot washing power train together. I did, and I performed the ritual washing and anointing of her ft, then placed them in the shoes. She stood up, towering above me in the heel, and pointed to her base with the whip. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the shoulder with the whiplash, my cue. I crawled forward and started licking and sucking on her toes. I 'd been surprised by how much I liked that the first time I did it, and so it seemed was JFK. It should be a really humiliate thing to do, but I got turned on by how sensual it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, Kennedy International Airport signaled me to block off, another painful swat on the butt. I looked up at her, she was as sexy as any Greek Goddess, and from that angle her sheer front cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get things set up, and do n't forget the paddle and the linear accelerator. '' I had to go fetch the objects of my agony and mortification, as a prelude. For reasons which I wo n't go into here, the strap on dildo was now called the `` one-dimensional accelerator. '' I 'm not entirely sure that was a good pick of name as our doctorial experiments involved the use of a linear accelerator for very, you could get confused and/or turned on talking about the wrong affair if you were n't careful.

I pulled the desk over to the breakfast bar, and retrieved the paddle and dildo and laid them on the desk. Then, I got the toybox out and laid the balance of the matter she might need on the parry. I looked to her and she indicated I should take my stead. That was the position we 'd found most conducive to my torturing, bent over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuff and the broadcaster bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so jazz turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the incline of the desk in front end of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her knee joint apart and the cap parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on ; her pussycat sass were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a fiddling groan, then took it out, stood up and strapped it on. Then she stood to the slope, so the dildo was pointing directly at my lip. The heels put her at just the right height for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't demand a command ; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my back talk. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to clean off the kitty juices. That bit 's not bad, I like the slit juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was brass to face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to fellate you anyway, so you have no need to use those pesky safewords. '' Our good deal was if she forced me to use a safeword, I got blowjobs. The thought of that was, annoyingly, enough for me to not need to use the safewords most of the meter. This meter I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear more than usual ; I do desire to please Kennedy.

Then she kissed me, stood up and went to my buttocks. Before I noticed the boat paddle was still on the desk, there were a couple of sharp sting whack on my butt. I had n't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my head, saying, `` Thank you. I do so enjoy that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased President John F. Kennedy, letting her get away with that, but I did n't require any more, so I got the safeword ready for use. Then she asked, `` Please will you let me do that again, please, please. Just twice. '' She sounded so enthusiastic, I really did n't want to go through that again, but I wanted to delight Kennedy, I could n't acquiesce, but I did n't say no.

She took that as permission, and stepped behind me again. I got the safeword fix, but did n't use it as two incisive whacks landed on my buttocks. These were even forged than the former ones ; I think she was putting all the major power she could muster in them. She came back to my header, bout were welling up in my eyes, she saw that and smiled. She was breathing hard, again she said, `` Thank you. '' And squatted down to kiss me. `` Do n't worry that 's all for now. I 'm just going to fuck you now. '' Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just utterly humiliating, and such a turn on.

It's still horrible, I want to draw a veil over the literal minutes, but to complete my humiliation, I 'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my posterior, she still had the totem in her handwriting, I got the safeword fix, just in case she used it as a party whip instead. There was a pause, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, insensate and wet on my asshole. Then pressure level, inexorable pressure level, and its sliding in. I 'm glad she used enough lube, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, President John F. Kennedy is invading my rear, my dick is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond notion, but I do n't require to be. Each energy seems to pump up my tool some more. If I was ever in two minds about something, this was it. With each thrust, my pecker got voiceless, and bout were shed. I was so flex on, I felt I might come from this abuse. I desperately did n't require to come, that would be the final humiliation, to get obvious sexual gratification from this.

The spirit themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some form. Kennedy is into it, I can hear her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll occur from the act and give up me further humiliation. It goes on, for how long, I do n't hump. I 'm trying not to think, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a full flood of tears. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, soul who gets turned on by teardrop, so I do n't hold back with the crying. Another affair to feel humiliated about, crying is n't something a man should do. Even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her handy oeuvre and seemed pleased. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her pussy in my grimace. She was again using my grimace as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active. I 'm happy to help in whatever way I can. It did n't ingest yearn for Kennedy to come that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a perfect vista of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her pussy in my face, I could n't move to strive it. This time her hand only lightly rested on the rear of my head as a templet, and I got to actively drub her. That I like, that I can do about forever. I doubt I could do it forever really, but I like to reckon so, and that 's the kind of illusion that runs around my brain as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to keep up the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a acute stinging whack on my shoulder, she still had the whip. Just as you whip a buck to extra effort, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the tempo, and she started arching her back and pressing harder on the back of my headway, before finally I got jammed against her pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a content sigh, and Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to boldness. She was smiling, she looked happy than she had for a while, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Kennedy Interrnational, my life 's ambition. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a pondering fashion, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally unusual, she was acting in a slightly strange fashion, for Kennedy that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my oral. '' She was due to do her oral defense of her thesis later in the week. I could envisage that would try anyone, but I was sure she 'd do fine ; she is one of the promising people I know. Do n't forget, I work with PhD and doctorial candidates, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able are always the ones who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten up the mood. `` You could recitation your oral on me. '' It was a deliberate double entendre, it could mean either drill the oral defense reaction, or indeed, oral sex on me. I 'm for certain I would n't mind, and that would consume her head off affair. She had promised me blowjobs anyway, and I 'd be quite well-chosen if she started on them.

She cracked up laughing at that point, she was doubled up and rolling around on the desk, I was half-afraid she 'd injure herself, or fall off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the position face to brass. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you want to marry me ? ``

To be continued …
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