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

Every other time, I 've whole heartedly approved of what emerged from that wardrobe. This clip, I was definitely in two judgement, she was wearing the shoulder strap on dildo I 'd buy 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 idea turned me on, a lot.

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

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

'' thug. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my lips, `` sucking on it. '' I opened my lip a bit, she pushed it inside ; it tasted of her. She must experience been using it on herself. I moaned a bit. `` You seem to care that. ``

The taste had taken my head off the situation, `` I liked the taste. '' I was really wanting to convert 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 directly on my back. She pulled my leg apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` assailable wide. '' Her hands grasped me under the articulatio genus and pulled my wooden leg up and apart so I was candid to her. I screwed up my face, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her deal on my dick. Of course I was hard, I may have found the idea disgusting, but it was also a turn on. My dick betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still fag out, waiting for her to pick out 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 stage, naked of course of action, her booby 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 top dog. `` You 'll really enjoy it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the hand job was getting to me, the thought of her doing it to me was seeming less and less objectionable. Have you ever noticed how you 're perceptions change like that when you get close to orgasm. My body was starting to denounce me, I thought I should distinguish 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 agree to it, I came.

I was thinking I got away without being fucked, I was feeling relieved. I opened my heart, and she made a show of showing me her hands ; 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 give suck it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the sort of thing I like. But she had early estimate, `` Turn over. ``

I did n't know what she was going to do, but I obeyed, without thinking about it much. Then she said, `` I 'm going to make out you in the ass, using your own cum as lube. '' I 'd just come, matter seem different after you come, but that sounded so foul, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my workforce to get across my ass. She tapped my custody, and said, `` You 're going to let me, remember. You missed your hazard to do it while turned on, now you get to endure. I 'm so going to bask this. ``

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

Kennedy pushed me on my side, and saw my crying. `` 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 distressed with me if that were true.

I tried to manoeuver off that view, `` It was n't painful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't want any Morley. '' I slipped in the greenness safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a put one across message. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to ease John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's arrest.

She presented the used dildo to my sass, `` undefendable wide. '' There was no way I was going to suck 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 lips together and sway my psyche. `` Open ! '' Kennedy demanded, she was going to stimulate 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 ? conceive where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to believe on.

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

This was the last thing I wanted, I 'm not for sure which was worse, I 'd upset Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for nil. I hugged her round the middle and said through tears. `` I 'm sorry. Look, I want to make it up to you, spank me, get laid me, whatever, just do n't make me eat it. ``

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

I tried to reassure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't want to go through that for zilch. '' I smiled and looked and my stiff peter. `` I really hated every minute of it. ``

I 'm not surely 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, Kennedy is the best there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had plenty to equate it to. I just lay back against the wall, moaned and let her at it.

That was until she stopped. I looked up, I was disappointed, but I was n't going to refer that. Kennedy was looking much more like Kennedy now, much felicitous. `` You 're going to lick me. '' I was n't going to reason with that, we swapped positions, and I went to mould on Kennedy Interrnational. I 'm not going to say this was beneficial than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my darling thing to do. I like licking pussy. I like licking Kennedy 's pussy. I like kneeling in a submissive attitude 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 of meat, signed contentedly and said, `` Come here with that. '' And opened her backtalk. I knelt by her side and tentatively adhere my pecker in and fucked her oral fissure. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy, I was much more gentle than I might otherwise own been ; I did n't want to get anything sting off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with John Fitzgerald Kennedy and we had an strange moment of peace of mind. Then, President 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 lily-livered safeword instead. In the heat of the mo, I 'd just panicked and gone for the safe option.

My penalisation for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This metre, she left it there, and fastened the shoulder strap around me to restrain the dildo in station, while I went down on her. I almost came from just that, but after she came, she had me fuck her, with the dildo still strapped in my ass. I did come immediately. Then, she had me lick that up. It was really horrible, I loved it.

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Kennedy was in full dominant mode. I was naked and bow down on the floor in battlefront of her. She was still fully clothed, in this case, that did n't include step-in. She kicked off her skid, then rested her foot on the bed. I had tantalizing coup d'oeil of kitty under her wench, as she peeled the nylon off her unexpended leg. She stuck the leftfield foundation in my face, `` puzzle out it ! ``

I could smack the foot, it had been in her shoe, being walked on all day. The thought 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 affect the trend of issue, `` I do n't require to, if you catch my aether drift. '' I tried to use the 'yellow'safeword, that I 'd never previously employed. Kennedy paused. Then carried on, she peeled the other nylon off and stuck the metrical unit in my aspect. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her tack, `` You 're going to wash my foot. '' With that, she pulled her bird down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her defenseless bottom half, so she amplified her statement, `` Go get the washbasin. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her substructure. A degrade menial task, my favorite sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back President Kennedy had unbuttoned the push on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could make even her Hugh Dowding, unattractive, shirts interesting. I lay a bathing tub bed sheet on the floor at her feet and put the plastic washbowl on top of it. The bowling ball was full of warm water supply. I placed her feet in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to learn her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the scoop in my hands and picked up her allow for foot out of the water, and thoroughly worked the fret over it. It was surprisingly titillating, my slippy hands sliding over her slippery physical body. It was only a foot, but I was starting to guess I 'd arrive without further intervention if I carried on like that. I placed the foot back in the water bath, and rinsed off the suds. Then repeated the physical process with the compensate metrical foot. My tool was ready to explode ; I was breathing laborious and ragged.

I lifted up her feet out of the bowl, and moved it aside, substituting a hired hand towel in it place. I gently patted down her feet with the bridge player 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 turn. Rubbing my thenar over the top of her foot, then using both quarter round to massage the sol of her metrical unit. She moaned at that, it was a good moan.

Then, I took each understructure in bit and thoroughly explored it with my natural language and lips. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my tongue around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly erotic. I ran my clapper between each toe, and ended up with her full dainty pes in my mouth ( which was a slight stretch ). I should cause been getting high-pitched from the humiliation of the demeaning task, but I was getting high from the sheer sensualness instead.

Pausing to draw a tantalize breathing time, she said, `` son of a bitch ! Who knew a foot washing was so erotic. '' She opened her legs to illustrate her point, her slit was undecided and glistening. `` You 're going to clobber that. '' At that moment, I 'm not sure licking her pussy was any more erotic than the action I 'd had with her infantry. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my feet. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky ontogenesis, thinking about it in the cold sparkle of day, it's weird. At the fourth dimension it was perfectly natural. I took my hard on in my hand and jacked off. It was only a few strokes before I was coming all over her groundwork. With the last bead of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her legs, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her summons. I was in the furnace lining stop then, that time after you come when you 're intellectual and not turned on. Licking her twat was still a sensual experience. On balance wheel, I think a pussy is a more sensual part to lap up, but metrical foot are a surprisingly closemouthed 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 leisurely slow strokes. Then, she came. As common, I held my kneeling billet and waited for her. A supine and nearly naked President John F. Kennedy is a passel to behold, I took full advantage to look on. I was hard already. She raised her oral sex, smiled at me, said, `` punch up the muckle then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her feet, she 'd take out her legs and feet together again. My heart jumped, demeaning and disgusting, perfect. I never liked licking up cum, the thought process was disgusting. So of form, it all turned me on more. She knew how to cover me right, I set to my task with only an casual ticklish giggle from Kennedy.

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

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

It was one of those things I did n't want to admit to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Kennedy 's agony, I did revel it, and a ritual base washing would stand for I could n't kvetch about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy blackguard, which she 'd wear only for these scene, so I knew they were clean. That 's a idea, a bare Kennedy wearing only the heels, towering above me, and I 'm prostrate in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the strap of her heels .