Kennedy did get around to trying out my other submit. We were both naked, and on President John F. Kennedy 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying Kennedy 's boobs, JFK likes me playing with her boobs, and guess what ? I like that too. Then she said to me, `` I have a surprisal for you. '' Then, she got up, and went to her closet.

Every other time, I 've whole heartedly approved of what emerged from that water closet. This time, I was definitely in two judgment, she was wearing the strap on dildo I 'd corrupt for her, but she 'd never got around to using it on me. I 'd told her I did n't want her to use it on me, and I meant that, but still the approximation turned me on, a lot.

She stood in figurehead of me ; I shook my head. The dildo was waving on my boldness. `` You do n't need it ? '' She questioned.

'' No. No way do I need you to use that on me. ``

'' hoodlum. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my brim, `` Suck on it. '' I opened my sass a bit, she pushed it inside ; it tasted of her. She must ingest been using it on herself. I moaned a bit. `` You seem to like that. ``

The preference had taken my nous off the situation, `` I liked the gustatory modality. '' I was really wanting to change the outcome of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just taste you some more ? '' I stuck out my tongue like I was licking her.

'' Tempting, but I 'm going to do it. And you 're going to let me. Lie down ! '' I lay flat on my rachis. She pulled my ramification apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` spread all-embracing. '' Her hands grasped me under the knees and pulled my legs up and apart so I was unfastened to her. I screwed up my face, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her hand on my dick. Of class I was hard, I may possess found the estimation disgusting, but it was also a bout on. My hawkshaw betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still aweary, waiting for her to take me. But she said, `` I 'm not going to do it unless you ask me. Look at me ! '' I opened my eyes, she was kneeling between my legs, naked of track, her dope wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her hand on my dick, stroking me gently.

She continued to stroke me, and continued to goad me. `` You want it do n't you. '' I shook my head. `` You 'll really enjoy it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the handwriting job was getting to me, the thought of her doing it to me was seeming to a lesser extent and less obnoxious. Have you ever noticed how you 're perceptions change like that when you get close to sexual climax. My body was starting to snitch me, I thought I should differentiate her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that thought, and the had job was getting to me, so before I could tally to it, I came.

I was thinking I got away without being fucked, I was feeling relieved. I opened my middle, and she made a display of showing me her custody ; they were covered in my cum. Then, she rubbed the dildo with them, getting a good coat of cum on it. I was thinking she was going to get me to suck it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the sorting of matter I like. But she had other approximation, `` Turn over. ``

I did n't get it on what she was going to do, but I obeyed, without thinking about it much. Then she said, `` I 'm going to fuck you in the ass, using your own cum as lube. '' I 'd just come up, affair seem different after you come, but that sounded so disgusting, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my custody to hatch my ass. She tapped my script, and said, `` You 're going to let me, remember. You missed your opportunity to do it while turned on, now you get to suffer. I 'm so going to enjoy this. ``

I moved my hands out of the way, and Kennedy did go through with her threat. I hated it ; it was so demeaning. I was crying my the meter she finished. The act itself was n't that unpleasant, physically. She got off me, I could hear her breathing, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how hard my shaft felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me.

Kennedy pushed me on my side, and saw my bust. `` Why did n't you use the safeword ? '' She asked, I think she thought she 'd gone too far, and I had, again, not used the safeword to stop her. She 'd be very unhappy with me if that were true.

I tried to head off that thought, `` It was n't awful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't want any Edward Williams Morley. '' I slipped in the green safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a coded message. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to alleviate President John F. Kennedy 's apprehensions.

She presented the used dildo to my sass, `` Open across-the-board. '' There was no way I was going to suck up on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely humiliating, but it was just too unsanitary for me to consider. I pressed my back talk together and shook my principal. `` Open ! '' President John F. Kennedy demanded, she was going to make me.

So I blurted out, `` Phlogiston ! '' The safeword.

Kennedy paused, and looked puzzled. `` You 'd let me do that, but use the safeword now ? ``

It seemed reasonable to me, `` Would you ? think where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to reckon on.

That took the breaking wind out of Kennedy 's sails. She took the harness off, setting it aside and sat on the bed. Her organic structure language was quite dejected, she said, `` Sorry. ``

This was the last thing I wanted, I 'm not sure enough which was tough, I 'd overturn President Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for nothing. I hugged her round the midriff and said through tears. `` I 'm sorry. smell, I want to make it up to you, paddle me, fuck me, whatever, just do n't create me eat it. ``

She smiled weakly at me, `` No, I 'm the sorry one ; I pushed you too far. Pity, I was enjoying that. ``

I tried to assure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't want to go through that for nothing. '' I smiled and looked and my wet dick. `` I really hated every minute of it. ``

I 'm not sure if she misunderstood my intent or what, but said, `` I promised you a blowjob. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in front of me. I was n't going to argue when there was a blowjob on offer. And what a cock sucking it was, John Fitzgerald Kennedy is the dear there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had plenty to compare it to. I just lay back against the rampart, moaned and let her at it.

That was until she stopped. I looked up, I was disappointed, but I was n't going to mention that. Kennedy was looking much more like President John F. Kennedy now, much happy. `` You 're going to lick me. '' I was n't going to contend with that, we swapped positions, and I went to work on Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was better than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my favored things to do. I like licking twat. I like licking Kennedy 's kitty. I like kneeling in a submissive posture to do it. I think I did a good job, when she came, I knelt there and waited.

She looked down to me and smiled. She flopped onto her side, signed contentedly and said, `` come here with that. '' And opened her mouth. I knelt by her position and tentatively stuck my dick in and fucked her sass. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy, I was much more assuage than I might otherwise have been ; I did n't want to get anything bitten off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with JFK and we had an unusual moment of peace. Then, Jack Kennedy decided on what was next, she 'd decided I only deserved one blowjob for using the safeword ; I had n't actually suffered. She chided me for not using the chicken safeword instead. In the heat of the present moment, I 'd just panicked and gone for the safe option.

My punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This time, she left it there, and fastened the straps around me to keep the dildo in place, while I went down on her. I almost came from just that, but after she came, she had me know her, with the dildo still strapped in my ass. I did come immediately. Then, she had me lick that up. It was really atrocious, I loved it.

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JFK was in full dominant mode. I was naked and prostrate on the floor in front line of her. She was still fully clothed, in this showcase, that did n't admit scanty. She kicked off her horseshoe, then rested her groundwork on the bed. I had tantalizing glance of pussy under her skirt, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the left hand foot in my cheek, `` Lick it ! ``

I could smell out the foot, it had been in her shoe, being walked on all day. The thinking was not appetizing, though as usual the being ordered to do something unpleasant was turning me on. `` Lick It ! ! '' Thomas More strident.

I tried to move the row of upshot, `` I do n't want to, if you catch my aether drift. '' I tried to use the 'yellow'safeword, that I 'd never previously employed. JFK paused. Then carried on, she peeled the former nylon off and stuck the substructure in my fount. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her shroud, `` You 're going to lave my substructure. '' With that, she pulled her annulus down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her raw bottom half, so she amplified her instruction, `` Go get the washbasin. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her feet. A humiliating menial task, my front-runner sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back President Kennedy had unbuttoned the buttons on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could make even her dowdy, untempting, shirts interesting. I lay a tub sheet on the storey at her metrical foot and put the charge plate basin on top of it. The bowling ball was fully of warm water. I placed her pes in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to hear her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the goop in my hands and picked up her left fundament out of the water, and thoroughly worked the lather over it. It was surprisingly erotic, my slippy helping hand sliding over her slippery flesh. It was only a foot, but I was starting to think I 'd get without further intervention if I carried on like that. I placed the fundament back in the piddle bath, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the physical process with the right metrical foot. My prick was ready to explode ; I was breathing hard and ragged.

I lifted up her feet out of the arena, and moved it aside, substituting a hand towel in it situation. I gently patted down her feet with the hand towel, so they were dry. Then, I took the bottle of jojoba massage oil I 'd found and gently massaged it into each foot in round. Rubbing my palm over the top of her foot, then using both thumb to massage the so of her feet. She moaned at that, it was a good moan.

Then, I took each animal foot in turn and thoroughly explored it with my tongue and lips. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my lingua around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly erotic. I ran my lingua between each toe, and ended up with her entire prim foot in my mouth ( which was a slight stretch ). I should have been getting richly from the abasement of the demeaning job, but I was getting high from the sheer sensuality instead.

Pausing to draw a cod breath, she said, `` jack ! Who knew a metrical foot washing was so erotic. '' She opened her legs to illustrate her point, her pussy was open and glistening. `` You 're going to figure out that. '' At that moment, I 'm not sure licking her pussy was any more erotic than the action I 'd had with her ft. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my pes. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky growth, thinking about it in the dusty igniter of day, it's weird. At the time it was perfectly natural. I took my punishing on in my paw and jacked off. It was only a few strokes before I was coming all over her infantry. With the last bead of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her peg, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her bidding. I was in the refractory period then, that clip after you come when you 're rational and not turned on. Licking her pussy was still a sensual experience. On balance, I think a pussy is a more sensual part to puzzle out, but ft are a surprisingly last second.

Kennedy was surprisingly quick coming. I had n't been trying to hurry her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking easy slow strokes. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneeling position and waited for her. A supine and nearly naked Kennedy is a sight to behold, I took full advantage to take in. I was hard already. She raised her read/write head, smiled at me, said, `` Lick up the kettle of fish then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her feet, she 'd drawn her legs and animal foot together again. My heart jumped, demeaning and disgusting, perfect. I never liked licking up cum, the thought was disgusting. So of course of study, it all turned me on more. She knew how to treat me rectify, I set to my task with only an occasional ticklish giggle from Kennedy.

I guess she enjoyed the substructure massage ; she said we were going to do it again. She also said, `` I never knew you had a foot fetish. ``

To which my reply was, `` Neither did I. ``

It was one of those things I did n't require to admit to enjoying. Unlike a lot of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's torture, I did enjoy it, and a ritual foot washing would think I could n't complain about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy heels, which she 'd wear only for these fit, so I knew they were pick. That 's a thought, a raw Kennedy wearing only the blackguard, towering above me, and I 'm prostrate in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the shoulder strap of her heels .