As I said, most of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we'd worked out our go 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 flat vanilla extract sex, then there were those episodes where Kennedy International Airport was more dominant allele or humiliated me. What with my proclivity, that would be somewhere between a big act on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her mood in the rest of the world. If she got into an contention with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd film that out on me later. Then there was her body of work in the smut manufacture. That was both a source of horniness and frustration for her. It was a big source of thwarting for her as it was a male dominated world, where the fille's opinions 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 thwarting would boil over and Kennedy Interrnational would"study her work home"and then vent those thwarting 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 hand, we could have some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performing artist, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to possess sex and mean it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and `` friends with benefit '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 twenty-four hour period, so I 'd guess around a G ass or other sex. How do you pick out just one or two to drop a line about ?

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

I got a distinctive school text from Kennedy : `` cum here - JFK. ``

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

To which she replied, `` cascade first. '' That 's John Fitzgerald Kennedy, fastidious. Of trend, 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 in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's spot. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio flat. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a uncoiled shot from her presence room access through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty gait to her, she turns her chairperson stave to look me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark Zane Grey long skirt. I note she 's not wearing the common sensible shoes, any hose or panties, she 'd got ready for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty distinctive. She confirms that by nodding in the direction of her pussy. But initiatory, she wants me to bare off, she nods in the direction of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bid, it turns her on ( as well as me, of row ). She likes it even more that she can work me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my material, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally hard of course. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of course, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her inspection, I liked that, I like pleasing Kennedy. So I drop to my knees in front of her ready to get to form. That kind of employment, I really do love. But, she has an alternate programme, she waves me back on my base, 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 equate her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might have wondered what her game was. Sometimes she was just nice to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my dick sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my knee started giving way. I did n't want to trouble John Fitzgerald Kennedy, she was n't going to care that, and I did n't want the cock sucking to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take 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 President Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her wench again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knee joint again, and this meter I got to actually go down on Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit foggy from the blowjob, but even in this term, I still really like licking pussy ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to turn me back on in a hurry.

I want to delight myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This time, that agrees with Kennedy Interrnational, sometimes she 's Sir Thomas More raring and has a variety of more or less painful ways to recount me to hasten affair up. She 's writhing around in her chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my drumhead, but that and the moan are good signaling. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a twat does that to me. I 'm getting turned on enough, I want something to chance, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her legs and wait for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now ruined, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boobs. I 'd like to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in front man of her and the bed the early side of the desk. We 've done a miscellanea of sex acts on each of those patch of article of furniture. Not to mention the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and William Tell me, `` help oneself me to the bed and fuck me. '' simpleton, promiscuous, perfect for me. She gets up a bit unsteadily, and I help her. She discards the wench and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her vertebral column on the bed, her branch exposed. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking President John F. Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her ramification and start fucking her, arrant. We 'd both derive recently, so I take this slow and build up to a new coming for both of us, I guess that was her program with the blowjob, slow me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This clip I can see her playing with her dope. That 's hot, I 'd still do it to get me some of that. It does n't drive her foresighted 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 come in down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't give up ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't argue and hold 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 intend I 'm going to be retentive before I join her. This time I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the tempo, 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 President John F. Kennedy, and have a fount full of boob. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON 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 gracious. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na persist ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay put the night before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with John Fitzgerald Kennedy, its nice waking up next to her, and she 'll usually want more later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to sound cool, but I 'm really felicitous about that.

'' You can do that again. … when I 've recovered. '' That was something to look forward to. I did get to hump her again before we went to kip, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me dwelling, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to realize there was a hand on my tool, jacking me off. As the fog of eternal sleep cleared, I could finger her behind me, pressing her titty into my spinal column. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't roll in the hay anyone else who 'd break into my way in the aurora just to jack up me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me daily round to look her, and drags my helping hand down to her kitty-cat. 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 go out what that was about. A `` cause by '' screw in the cockcrow was n't strange, but that was weird.

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Then there was the sentence I got a text late at night, `` Fuck me then go - John Fitzgerald Kennedy. '' I was n't going to reason, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't bring myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a swooning vocalization 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 quick for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to take long, but JFK was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, JFK 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 sort of memory I 'd jacklight off to, but President Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to remain when she did n't promise, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt John Fitzgerald Kennedy pushing down on top of my oral sex. That was a pretty standard way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could severalise she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's full because slightly cold forenoon twat 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 shower, and told me,"hitch there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked dependable for me. The glad actualisation that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my mastermind, along with the taste sensation of Kennedy 's pussy, and the fact that she 'd pull up stakes me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd hold care of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the bathroom looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, variety 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 smiles, I get self-aware and bloom, but don't cover myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to recollect I'm hot, I have no opinion on this, I don't visualize men, so I've no thought what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's focal point on my tool, 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 facial expression, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my front-runner ( though, really, anything JFK wants me to do is a favorite ). This time it seems to be for her benefit, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's unmanageable 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 peter in President Kennedy's mouth tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very combat-ready so I could just about keep my mind 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 polarity when she stops doing anything to me ; my prick was still in her oral cavity so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full weighting on top of me.

Kennedy is not that heavy, so I can stand that, but my subservient side really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a raw Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing cock sucking, and this was no exclusion. 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 pussy all over my boldness, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a chance. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my human face and wiggled her snatch on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully take account 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 daydreams of being kept as a sex slave by her, then she added the practical instructions,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair gossip, so I showered and got a lilliputian breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my head off things and my arduous on would droop. So I watched a few of Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a battalion of unlike ways. I didn't jack off much 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 occur back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the doorway open, and I hurriedly put the laptop computer down waited for Jack Kennedy. She came into the way, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her dame to rip her pantie down. Then, again without a Christian Bible, climbed on the bed, and onto my look, this prison term facing the former way, so I got to decoct on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her foresighted 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 impart, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any work done ?"I shook my head and indicated to my remains dick. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The step-in she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled near erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some work, lying on Jack Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her panties at the same metre. I did manage to work to some extent.

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

Kennedy Interrnational saw me there and looked thoughtful. 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 caution. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her white leather miniskirt was my pet abbreviated rig of hers."kneel before you and muff your psyche 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 effective reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those pantie,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her intimate apparel as a chagrin before, I was mortified at the thought, and so rick on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can pull in me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, Kennedy is. My slavish English 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 a good deal it would wrick me on.

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

Kennedy does jazz me very well. She's offer me the perfect illusion, or exquisite humiliations. 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,"wellspring ?"

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 move, she told me,"I feel like a cock sucking, but no mini."If she was in complaint, if she was John Fitzgerald Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my welfare. But, a blowjob from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally lupus erythematosus skilful than a blowjob from JFK wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a reasonable metre, 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 early idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty overbold ( as well as smart and pretty ) .