As I said, almost 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 self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the humor. We had mass of straight vanilla sex, then there were those installment where Jack Kennedy was more dominant or humiliated me. What with my proclivities, that would be somewhere between a big turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her climate in the rest of the reality. If she got into an literary argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her work in the porn diligence. That was both a author of hotness and frustration for her. It was a big source of frustration for her as it was a Male dominated world, where the fille's opinion 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 boil over and Kennedy International Airport would"fill her work nursing home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big bit on, as well as very unspeakable and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other paw, we could have some really awe-inspiring sex when she was horny. It seems most erotica performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and think of it, not do. We were working together for about two years, and `` friends with welfare '' for about 18 month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd reckon around a thousand fuck or former sex. How do you select just one or two to drop a line about ?

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One memorable encounter is one meter when I was working out in the evening. I 've always worked out, just to be salubrious, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became preparation, so I could keep up.

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

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

To which she replied, `` Shower first. '' That 's Jack Kennedy, exacting. Of course, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to enjoy, at to the lowest degree in some way. Now, I had to shower down in the guy 's locker way without anyone seeing the heavily on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's place. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment apartment. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straight shot from her straw man door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the XX pace to her, she turns her chair rhythm to face up me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the common, tartan shirt and dark grayness tenacious skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose 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 direction of her kitty-cat. But first, she wants me to ransack off, she nods in the way of my genitals, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of trend ). She likes it even more that she can wee-wee 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 review. Totally laborious of course. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of path, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her review, I liked that, I like pleasing Kennedy. So I drop to my knees in front of her ready to get to work. That form of employment, I really do get laid. But, she has an alternate programme, she waves me back on my foot, then to make headway 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 equate her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might have wondered what her plot of ground was. Sometimes she was just decent to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my putz sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my stifle started giving way. I did n't want to interrupt Kennedy Interrnational, she was n't going to care that, and I did n't want the blowjob to block off. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while JFK kept blowing me. It did n't involve her long to complete 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 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 foggy from the cock sucking, but even in this experimental condition, I still really like licking puss ; it 's very animal. 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 prison term, that agrees with JFK, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a variety of more or less painful slipway to tell me to hie affair up. She 's writhing around in her electric chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my head, 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 enough, I want something to chance, so I speed matter up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her leg and postponement for her to run. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now undone, 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 couch behind her, the desk in front of her and the bed the other face of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex number on each of those spell of furniture. Not to name the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` Help me to the bed and roll in the hay me. '' Simple, slowly, perfect for me. She gets up a bit unsteadily, and I help her. She discards the annulus and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back on the bed, her legs afford. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking JFK ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her peg and part fucking her, perfect. We 'd both get along recently, so I take this slow and build up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the blowjob, slacken me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This time 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 fall down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't break ! '' OK, that 's different, 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 long before I join her. This metre I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the tempo, rapidly getting to my sexual climax. 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 face full of dumbbell. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON President Kennedy .'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 head, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's nice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na outride ? '' She 'd never asked me to delay the Night before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its nice waking up next to her, and she 'll usually want Sir Thomas More later. That 's well for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to sound assuredness, 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 abode, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to recognize there was a hand on my peter, jacking me off. As the fog of sopor cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her dummy into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't have it away anyone else who 'd break into my room in the daybreak just to jacklight me off. I was also closemouthed to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round of drinks to face her, and drags my 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, puts on her wearing apparel 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 '' shag 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 school text late at night, `` Fuck me then go - President John F. Kennedy. '' I was n't going to indicate, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't take myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a feeble 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 laborious. I was n't going to take long, but Jack Kennedy was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, President 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 form of memory I 'd jack off to, but President John F. Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to lie when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt President John F. Kennedy pushing down on top of my head. That was a fairly banner 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 beneficial because slightly stale morning time 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 exhibitioner, 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 gustatory perception of Kennedy 's pussy, and the fact that she 'd allow for me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take forethought of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the can looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, sort 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 punishing, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and grinning, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't natural covering myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no notion 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 password, lifts her leg, span my head, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine position. If I had n't had a twat in my side, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my favorite ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a deary ). This meter it seems to be for her welfare, 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 JFK's mouth tends to the judgment blowing, she wasn't very participating so I could just about keep my intellect 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 good sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my tool was still in her mouth so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her replete weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that leaden, so I can stick out that, but my subservient side really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing cock sucking, and this was no exception. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really twine up already, and Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her kitty-cat all over my face, 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 look 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 clothes. 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 castle in Spain of being kept as a sex striver by her, then she added the pragmatic education,"And clean and jerk yourself up, you reek."

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a picayune piece of work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off things and my gruelling on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me severe, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of unlike ways. I didn't jack off much though, John Fitzgerald Kennedy would be furious if I came without her, and I 'm sure enough I could please her Thomas More if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the door open, and I hurriedly put the laptop computer down waited for Kennedy International Airport. She came into the room, kicked off her horseshoe, and reached under her skirt to pull her step-in down. Then, again without a Good Book, climbed on the bed, and onto my case, this time facing the other way, so I got to concentrate 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 pass on, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any study done ?"I shook my head and indicated to my loaded hawkshaw. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite tone down. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of Kennedy International Airport. I did try to do some work, lying on JFK's bed, defenseless, sniffing her scanty at the like time. I did pull off to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door first step again. This metre I'm lying there, her panties in one hand, and working one handed with the other. My pecker wasn't particularly stiff, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Jack Kennedy saw me there and looked serious-minded. After some moments 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 care. This was looking in effect for me."I could put on the miniskirt,"her snowy leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated outfit of hers."Kneel before you and blow your creative thinker through your dick."I had no doubt she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the view, I couldn't have thought of a better reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those step-in,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her intimate apparel as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the intellection, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the smirch."Then you can make me dejeuner,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad Captain Cook, Kennedy is. My submissive incline likes doing affair 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 help 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 potty and ate her lunch, I got to go down on her. Again, humiliating and exactly what I liked.

Kennedy does recognise me very well. She's offering me the perfect fantasy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might induce 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 case I couldn't ask for what I really wanted.

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

After I finished, in a fair 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 estimate and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my ebullience for it. She's pretty saucy ( as well as smart and pretty ) .