As I said, almost of the sex me and Kennedy International Airport had was vanilla. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we'd worked out our spell ons, she felt detached to be her rife self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the climate. We had plenty of straight vanilla sex, then there were those sequence where President John F. 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 humor in the quietus of the cosmos. If she got into an logical argument with person, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd have that out on me later. Then there was her work in the porn industry. That was both a source of hotness and defeat for her. It was a big rootage of frustration for her as it was a male person dominated public, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The young woman are just assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would churn over and Kennedy would"demand her work home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big twist on, as well as very painful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other handwriting, we could get some really awing sex when she was horny. It seems most erotica performer, when"off obligation,"are really vanilla extract. They just want to bear sex and entail it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and `` Quaker with welfare '' for about 18 calendar month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd approximate around a chiliad shtup or other sex. How do you choose just one or two to indite about ?

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

I got a typical textual matter from Kennedy : `` seed here - Kennedy International Airport. ``

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

To which she replied, `` Shower first. '' That 's JFK, fastidious. Of course of instruction, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to delight, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker elbow room without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy Interrnational 's place. The door was unlocked as common, I knocked and heard her vociferation out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment. President Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a unbowed barb from her front end door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty rate to her, she turns her chair round to face up me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and shadow grey retentive skirt. I note she 's not wearing the common sensible horseshoe, any hosiery or panty, 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 instruction of her pussy. But first, she wants me to discase off, she nods in the focusing of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her command, it turns her on ( as well as me, of grade ). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and call for off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand defenseless, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally hard of course of study. 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 figurehead of her ready to get to solve. That kind of work, I really do jazz. But, she has an alternate design, she waves me back on my feet, then to make headway to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprisal, I love that, JFK is the inviolable best mother fucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might stimulate wondered what her plot of ground was. Sometimes she was just Nice to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my putz sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my articulatio genus started giving way. I did n't want to disturb President 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 her farsighted to finish me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to recuperate from that, I hear Kennedy clearing her pharynx. 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 President Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit fuzzy from the blowjob, but even in this condition, I still really like licking puss ; it 's very sensual. 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 sentence, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's more raring and has a variety of more or less painful shipway to tell me to speed things 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 principal, but that and the moans are good signs. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a slit does that to me. I 'm getting turned on enough, I want something to happen, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my place between her branch and postponement for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the dame off me. Her shirt is now untie, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her pinhead. I 'd like to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in front of her and the bed the other incline of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those pieces of article of furniture. Not to bring up the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` assist me to the bed and jazz me. '' simpleton, soft, perfect for me. She gets up a bit unsteadily, and I help her. She discards the skirt and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her spinal column on the bed, her pegleg undefended. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her legs and start fucking her, staring. We 'd both come in recently, so I take this deadening and build up to a new coming 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 enjoy to get me some of that. It does n't have her farseeing to derive ; she must consume been wound up. I 'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her come down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't blockade ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't argue and pick out up fucking her again.

She hardly seems to take stopped coming before she 's coming again. That 's fucking hot, hot enough I do n't retrieve I 'm going to be yearn before I join her. This time I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the tempo, rapidly getting to my 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 JFK, and have a typeface to the full of boob. That 's honorable. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON John Fitzgerald Kennedy .'I did n't call back she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a bridge player pats me gently on the head, she does n't look annoyed, that 's favorable. She hugs me, that 's nice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na stick around ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay the Nox before, usually she 'll just plain me out. I found I loved sleeping with President 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 glad about that.

'' You can do that again. … when I 've recovered. '' That was something to count 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 home, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to realize there was a hand on my dick, jacking me off. As the fog of rest cleared, I could experience her behind me, pressing her boob into my cover. I assumed that was Kennedy Interrnational, I do n't love anyone else who 'd break into my room in the break of the day just to jack me off. I was also closing curtain to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me beat to face her, and embroil my mitt 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 criminal record time. Then she gets up, put option on her 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 `` crusade by '' screw in the dayspring was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a text late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to fence, but sprinted over to her billet. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't get myself just to wear out in on her. So I knocked, and a faint representative 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 prepare for this, I was make for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to pick out farseeing, but Kennedy was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, JFK slowly rolled onto her incline, 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 neutral. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of memory I 'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to repose when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy pushing down on top of my point. That was a pretty received 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 salutary because slightly stale break of day snatch 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,"halt there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked ripe for me. The glad fruition that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last Night filtered through to my mentality, along with the taste of Kennedy 's puss, 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 make care of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the bathroom looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, kind 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 skilful with me. So I'm really intemperate, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and grin, I get self-aware and blush, 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 go for men, so I've no mind what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's focusing on my putz, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a Holy Scripture, lifts her leg, straddles my head, and gets on top of me in the 69 side. If I had n't had a kitty in my font, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Kennedy 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 difficult to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her mouth on my pecker. While having your hawkshaw in Kennedy's mouth tends to the judgement blowing, she wasn't very dynamic so I could just about go on 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 sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her mouth so that was in effect. 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 submissive side really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough JFK starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing cock sucking, and this was no elision. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really wound up already, and Jack Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her kitty-cat all over my cheek, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a prospect. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my brass and wiggled her cunt on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully value that. Then she got up, and started putting on her wearing apparel. 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 punishing 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 education,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair commentary, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little workplace, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my thinker off things and my gruelling on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy Interrnational's television on the laptop. That kept me intemperate, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of different ways. I didn't jack off a great deal though, Kennedy would be furious if I came without her, and I 'm sure I could please her More if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid daybreak when I heard the doorway open, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the elbow room, kicked off her skid, and reached under her skirt to rend her step-in down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, this time facing the other way, so I got to centre on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her retentive 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 leave, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any work done ?"I shook my head and indicated to my stiff peter. She laughed and said,"You should boil down on piece of work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panty she left me with were quite dampen. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of President John F. Kennedy. I did try to do some oeuvre, lying on Kennedy's bed, raw, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did manage to operate to some extent.

I was shaken from my daydreaming by the door opening again. This time I'm lying there, her pantie in one hand, and working one handed with the other. My prick wasn't particularly fuddled, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked attentive. After some moment 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 concern. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her White leather miniskirt was my favorite truncated outfit of hers."Kneel before you and bumble your head through your dick."I had no doubt she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a comfortably reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those pantie,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the opinion, and so call on on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can make me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, Kennedy is. My submissive side 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 much it would turn me on.

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

Kennedy does know me very well. She's offer me the gross fantasy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might take in 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 move, she told me,"I feel like a cock sucking, but no mini."If she was in charge, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a au naturel Kennedy Interrnational is only infinitesimally less good than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the skirt. 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 other idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrifying musical theme. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smartness and pretty ) .