As I said, nearly of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we'd worked out our turn ons, she felt free to be her dominant ego. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the mood. We had plenty of straightforward vanilla sex, then there were those instalment where Kennedy was more dominant allele or humiliated me. What with my leaning, that would be somewhere between a big turning on and totally awesome.

The sex would watch over her mood in the remainder of the world. If she got into an argument with somebody, 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 source of horniness and frustration for her. It was a big beginning of defeat for her as it was a male dominated creation, where the young lady's impression are neither solicited or heard. The girls are just assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would roil over and JFK would"read her workplace rest home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turn on, as well as very painful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other hired hand, we could have some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most pornography performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to give birth sex and mean it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and `` protagonist with benefits '' for about 18 calendar month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a thousand fucks or other sex. How do you select just one or two to spell about ?

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One memorable showdown is one time when I was working out in the even. I 've always worked out, just to be healthy, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became training, so I could keep open up.

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

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

To which she replied, `` shower first. '' That 's President Kennedy, fastidious. Of course, showering was now hard. 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 room without anyone seeing the heavily on.

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

She 's dressed in the usual, tartan shirt and saturnine greyness long annulus. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or step-in, she 'd got set up for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the guidance of her pussy. But showtime, she wants me to leach 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 make me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand bare, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally unvoiced of course. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of class, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her inspection, I liked that, I like pleasing Kennedy. So I drop to my articulatio genus in front of her set to get to work. That kind of work, I really do know. But, she has an alternate programme, 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 absolute best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might birth wondered what her plot of ground was. Sometimes she was just nice to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my putz sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my knees started giving way. I did n't want to disturb Jack Kennedy, she was n't going to care that, and I did n't need the blowjob to hold back. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy International Airport kept blowing me. It did n't use up her long 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 clearing her throat. She 's raised her bird 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 logy from the blowjob, but even in this stipulation, I still really like licking twat ; it 's very carnal. It 's also going to release me back on in a hurry.

I want to relish myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This metre, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a variety of more or less painful room to tell me to travel rapidly affair up. She 's writhing around in her chairman, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the bird back over my head, but that and the groan are good planetary house. 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 hap, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de goodwill and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my locating between her legs and wait for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the annulus off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her booby. I 'd like 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 sort of sex Acts on each of those firearm of furniture. Not to refer the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` Help me to the bed and fuck me. '' Simple, wanton, perfect for me. She gets up a bit uncertainly, and I help her. She discards the annulus and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back on the bed, her wooden leg open air. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to care it as well.

So I get between her leg and start fucking her, hone. We 'd both total recently, so I take this slow and build up to a new climax for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the cock sucking, slacken me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This clock time I can see her playing with her boobs. That 's hot, I 'd still get it on to get me some of that. It does n't deal her long to come ; she must induce been wound up. I 'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her follow down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't stop ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't argue and exact up fucking her again.

She hardly seems to consume stopped coming before she 's coming again. That 's fucking hot, hot enough I do n't think I 'm going to be long before I join her. This fourth dimension 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 Kennedy, and have a font full of knocker. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON Kennedy International Airport .'I did n't think she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the straits, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's prosperous. She hugs me, that 's skillful. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na stay ? '' She 'd never asked me to remain the dark before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with President John F. Kennedy, its overnice waking up next to her, and she 'll usually want more later. That 's skillful 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 attend forward to. I did get to bang her again before we went to slumber, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me rest home, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to realize there was a script on my gumshoe, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could find her behind me, pressing her boob into my back. I assumed that was JFK, I do n't know anyone else who 'd stop into my way 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 drag out my hand down to her cunt. 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, puts on her clothes and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did act upon out what that was about. A `` private road by '' fuck in the morning was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the fourth dimension I got a text late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to argue, but sprinted over to her berth. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't make for myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint 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 ready for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it unvoiced. I was n't going to take tenacious, but Kennedy was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, President John F. Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

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

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One cockcrow I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy pushing down on top of my foreland. That was a jolly standard way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could tell she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's good because slightly stale aurora pussy is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. Jack Kennedy came rather quickly, then got up, a bit unsteadily, to go exhibitioner, and told me,"halt there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The well-chosen recognition that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my psyche, along with the taste of Kennedy 's snatch, and the fact that she 'd pass on me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take upkeep of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the john looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, form 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 good with me. So I'm really hard, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiling, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't covering myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no opinion 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 position. If I had n't had a pussy in my face, there would have got been a big grin there, that's one of my ducky ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a dearie ). This time it seems to be for her benefit, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's hard to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her sass on my shaft. While having your dick in John Fitzgerald Kennedy's mouth tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very alive so I could just about keep my judgment 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 skilful sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my hawkshaw was still in her rima oris so that was dependable. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full moon weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that large, so I can abide that, but my submissive side really loves that, and it's really rather titillating being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjobs, 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 was after something, and she's rubbing her twat all over my face, in a rather prevalent 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 pussy 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 need 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 didactics,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair remark, so I showered and got a piddling breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little piece of work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off affair and my hard on would wilt. So I watched a few of President John F. Kennedy's video recording on the laptop computer. That kept me strong, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of dissimilar style. I didn't jack off a lot though, Kennedy would be tempestuous if I came without her, and I 'm sure I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did fall back to use me.

It was mid break of the day when I heard the door open, and I hurriedly put the laptop computer down waited for Kennedy. She came into the elbow room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her skirt to rive her step-in down. Then, again without a word of honor, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, this sentence facing the other way, so I got to centralize on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her tenacious to come.

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

The pantie she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled virtually erotically of Kennedy Interrnational. I did try to do some work, lying on Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did grapple to bring to some extent.

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

Kennedy saw me there and looked thoughtful. After some instant of reflexion, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't particular about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly caution. This was looking good for me."I could put on the miniskirt,"her white leather miniskirt was my favorite shorten rig of hers."kneeling before you and fuck up your mind through your dick."I had no incertitude 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 panties,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a chagrin before, I was mortified at the thought, and so become on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the bit."Then you can make me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad Captain James Cook, Kennedy 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 become me on.

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

Kennedy does know me very well. She's offering me the perfect fantasy, or exquisite abasement. 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,"well ?"

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

It may make been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in boot, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my welfare. But, a cock sucking from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally less commodity than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a reasonable clock time, she hugged me and let me reclaim 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 idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my ebullience for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smarting and pretty ) .