So me and Kiki settled into our domestic bliss. sight of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky stiff, I enjoyed that as well. Weird that, enjoying it.

But there was something missing, eventually I had to do something about it. I sent a schoolbook, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

It was n't too long before a terse response came, `` You want something ? ``

I thought that was obvious, `` Yes. ``

Kennedy 's future answer cut to the heart of the issue, `` Does n't the slut do that for you ? '' Kennedy Interrnational never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the feeling seemed to be common, Kiki called her `` The Bitch '' ( on the rare occasions they acknowledged each other 's universe ).

It took me a patch to come up with an answer for that, which was, `` She loves me. '' That was what 's missing, or rather what was n't missing, heart. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing affair I should n't care. I missed the heartless impersonal treatment from John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and yes humiliation. Kiki did n't chagrin me, and as a great deal as I do n't admit to it, that 's what I like. There, I admitted it, I like being humiliated.

I did n't hear anything back. I did n't know if that was a good or a bad thing, one thing JFK is is irregular, she 's most likely to come along when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of days later when Kennedy walked through the front door.

I was lounging on the lounge, working away, I do most of my work on my laptop, so I can turn anywhere ; the sofa is a good place. I was wrapped up in the work, so I did n't notice until I heard the threshold close. John Fitzgerald Kennedy was standing there, she had her dominatrix leather crownwork on, the one which hardly covered her pussy. She was unzipping it, once unzipped it was obvious that was all she was wearing, just the jacket. That was hot !

It obviously was n't Kiki, she was wearing her glasses, and her hair was messily done up, she had the prance and a sneer. She was also carrying the sawbuck whip, the totem of magnate. She stepped over to the center of the way and pointed to the level with the lash. I jumped off the lounge and knelt where she pointed. A grinning flickered across her brass at that, before the leer came back.

She addressed me with her most booming, intimidating part, waving the whip at me, `` Lets be clear, I 'm here because I want to be, not because you want it. rightfulness ? ``

I nodded.

'' So none of this pussyfooting around, you tell me what you want, or I 'm out of here. '' If you think about it, she just contradicted herself, but I did n't posting, and I would n't have pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't recognize what I wanted, so I did n't bonk what to say, but she helped me out. `` You want to be beaten, and abused, and humiliated, and generally used for my pleasure, do n't you ? ``

I could n't own put it unspoiled myself, I groaned, and said, very breathlessly, `` Yes. '' Then added, `` Please. ``

She laughed at my response, but she was being just what my fancy Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be elucidate, I 'm doing this for my pleasure not yours. '' It sounded gross, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword nonsense, '' I was n't surely where that was going, she continued, `` If you use the safeword, I 'm out of here. '' I groaned again, I was n't being allowed a way out, perfect.

That seemed to be the ground dominion set, so she flourished the whip, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of dress as fast as possible, and knelt in front of her again. I was hard of line, so heavily. I seemed to meet with her approval, that smile flickered again, as she ran the lash over my dick and Lucille Ball, intimidating, and such a turn on. This clock time, she flicked the whip up at my ball, now guys bang what that 's like, like getting kicked in the balls, girls will have to hope me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that mystifying ache of clapperclaw balls, I gasped and grasped myself for protection. I heard Kennedy making disapproving noises, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my hands. After a abbreviated intimate struggle, I did and left myself spread out to further Assault. That was such a turn on, even if aching ballock are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't endure the view of another hit, but I was n't going to stop her.

She reminded me of the situation, `` Remember, it 's what I want. So now, I want you to ask me for it. Say, 'Please mistress, whip my ass red raw .'''

That 's new, making me ask for it, but a lot about this was new. So I asked her what she wanted, `` Please schoolma'am, pip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stand up up, then bent me over, so I was grasping my ankles. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much favor being tied up, but she 'd pee-pee this plain stitch it was n't for my welfare. With a final admonition, `` Keep your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my butt, OW ! fuck that hurt. President Kennedy had never hit me that severe before, no one had. I should hold used the safeword, but I did n't sustain it ready. With President John F. Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not certainly I could have. I was n't in two brain about this, I hated it, but I grasped my ankle joint tighter and endured it.

I really do n't know why, or how I endured it. I should have moved, I should have tried to protect myself, but I just kept still and she kept at it. Maybe I just was n't thinking, if she 'd let up for a second gear I 'd give been able-bodied to think, but the blows just kept raining down on my can. That not thinking just kind of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden conversion, but like falling asleep, thing get really hazy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

Kiki is sounding concerned, she 's asking me, `` Matt ? Are you all right ? ``

I 'm not indisputable who, or where, I am, I open my eyes and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no glasses, keen tomentum, she 's wearing her usual work apparel, a miniskirt skirt and crop top, no scanty. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not top down, I 'm slumped in a agglomerate on the rug, looking up at her, and up her bird, to a turned on pussy.

My first thought is that pussy would be really tasty if it landed on my face, but then something else overtook me. I reached up for her and she held out her hand, I grasped it and pulled her down to me. I hugged her tight and rolled over, saying, almost shouting, `` I love you ! '' I felt like I was overflowing, a bad flogging does unearthly things to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the sentiment and hugged me back. Eventually, my psyche cleared enough for me to think a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your pussy looked very tasty. '' I flopped onto my back, letting go of her. She took my not so pernicious intimation, and went to sit on my face. It was just awesome, I like that in normal circumstances, in my uncanny mood, just amazing.

She came a few clip them moved down to hug me, that was nice. She asked me, `` Do you want anything ? '' While grabbing my potent cock. I just had n't been thinking about that, and strangely, even though I was turned on, it did n't worry me like it would normally. I just hugged her and said, `` For you to be happy. '' I 'm really golden, what makes Kiki felicitous is to consecrate a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally amazing too, but once I came, I started to arrive down from the eminent. Now, I noticed my edge hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get occasional sojourn from John Fitzgerald Kennedy, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it hurt, but not enough to make me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ace I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that handling was truly frightful while living it, but turned me on so much. I was also much more useful to Kennedy International Airport like that, I could get her off. She had to tie me up for that though, I could n't stand still and let her do it, just another thing to care about the treatment.

The foremost time she did that, she beat me for hours. I 'm pretty surely it was really hour, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally hold on to get me to go down on her, the outset time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty certainly I was supposed to take my clip, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to continue, find a contradiction there. I should birth taken my time, but I did my honest to get her off quickly. I think she was surprised, and it was such a strong orgasm she just lay there quietly for mo after she came, I was getting worried about her.

When she did summarise, she was really unfirm, and it took her a spell to get back to hitting me hard, but she did, and it was frightful. I do n't screw why I like it so often. I gave her another twain of quick, but mightily, coming between the beatings, before she finally left.

She had a variety of other twisting for me, obviously there were horrible ass fuckings. I really do n't want to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chili oil, but that would result me so nauseate and horny, I 'd take it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get habitation after one of those scenes, I 'd go grab her as she entered the menage and just use her until I felt better. Kiki really loves that, you 'd guess those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the endless oral. The new Kennedy would never get me off, I 'd get her off plenty, but she just used me and left me horny. That 's share of what I like about it, just being used. Then Kiki would get the rebound, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual agony Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not have been a torment, but stretch that out over minute, without you coming and see what you think. The first time she did that, she turned up in her formula clothes, not her dominatrix kit. Just the usual plaid shirt, greyness skirt, and sensible shoes. If she could possibly spend a penny herself unattractive that outfit was as close as she got. She indicated I should disrobe as usual, and I took my usual view kneeling in presence of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her doll, showing she was n't wearing any step-in, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the stop is. I like doing this, nothing to be in two minds about, it 's just nice. I play with her, not making her come for a long time, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a hand on my nous made sure I carried on. She came a couplet more times, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my case into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this meter, hardly surprising. She takes a while to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's come in 3 fourth dimension, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really recollective time to come, and her coming is kinda unaccented. But, still she pulls my face into her kitty. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really horny, and getting into that enchantment like I do. Usually, I need a room full of kitty-cat before I get into that state, not just one twat repeatedly.

Things are really foggy now, I get her off a few more fourth dimension, and it takes longer each fourth dimension. Through the mental haze, I 'm pretty sure she does n't even want the utmost licking. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a index trip. I did n't bear enough mind index to touch that close at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. enjoin me to quell there, in my slavish, nude, kneel posture, then gets up, really unsteadily and leaves. I stay there in the haze, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's coming home base. I half snap out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm horny, so steamy, I 'm not rational anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a laborious on, but this was extreme. )

I get up and go to the garage doorway and Kiki is just coming into to the room. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the scruff of her neck, tangle my fingers in her hair, and drop back her down feather to my dick. She may let said something, or just made an expression of surprisal, but that did n't endure long as I rammed my dick into her mouth and started thrusting as hard as I could. I was never going to go farsighted like that, it was just a few stroke before I came in her mouth.

Now the fog elevation, but a postal service orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an option, I crumple onto the floor. I released my hairgrip on her at some peak, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's skillful. When I show signs of alertness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't convey myself to be that belligerent. If I had any put to work braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never bestow myself to consciously smart her ( maybe apart from a picayune playful spanking ).

Strangely, she did n't need any sex that evening, I did n't get to go down on her, or fuck her. Really strange that. She did blow out me a few times, and just seemed real happy.

I know that Kiki and Jack Kennedy are the same person really, but it makes a lot more sense to me to reckon of them as dissimilar people. I 'm just happy to throw both of them, or them have me, I 'm so favorable .