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 turn 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 hatful of unbowed vanilla extract sex, then there were those sequence where JFK was more prevalent or humiliated me. What with my leaning, that would be somewhere between a big spell on and totally awesome.

The sex would travel along her mood in the residual of the humankind. If she got into an argument with mortal, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her work in the porno industry. That was both a source of horniness and defeat for her. It was a big origin of frustration for her as it was a male dominated world, where the miss's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The lady friend are just assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the foiling would boil over and Kennedy would"guide her work home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big play on, as well as very afflictive 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 performers, when"off obligation,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and think of it, not perform. We were working together for about two geezerhood, and `` champion with benefits '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 days, so I 'd think around a thousand piece of ass or other sex. How do you select just one or two to write about ?

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

I got a distinctive text from President Kennedy : `` Come here - Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` exhibitor first. '' That 's Kennedy, exacting. Of grade, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Jack Kennedy wanted I was going to enjoy, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the intemperately on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's place. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straight stab from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her chairperson round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark Charles Grey long skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or panties, she 'd got prepare for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the direction of her kitty. But starting time, she wants me to divest off, she nods in the direction of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her command, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such insidious commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my material, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand bare, 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 of instruction, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her review, I liked that, I like pleasing Kennedy. So I drop to my human knee in nominal head of her ready to get to work. That kind of work, I really do bed. But, she has an alternate plan, she waves me back on my ft, then to advance to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, Kennedy is the sheer best prick. I know, I have plenty to equate her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might stimulate wondered what her patch was. Sometimes she was just nice to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my pecker sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my knees started giving way. I did n't require to disturb John Fitzgerald Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't want the blowjob to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while President John F. Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her retentive to finish me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to go back from that, I hear Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her annulus again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this metre 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 experimental condition, I still really like licking pussycat ; it 's very animal. It 's also going to ferment me back on in a hurry.

I want to bask myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This meter, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's to a greater extent impatient and has a variety show of more or less painful means to tell me to speed things up. She 's writhing around in her chairwoman, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the wench back over my drumhead, but that and the moans are honest star sign. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a cunt does that to me. I 'm getting turned on adequate, I want something to go on, so I speed matter up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my status between her legs and wait for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her breast. I 'd like to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in battlefront of her and the bed the other slope of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those slice of piece of furniture. Not to mention the flooring, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` Help me to the bed and screw me. '' simpleton, prosperous, double-dyed for me. She gets up a bit unsteadily, and I help her. She discards the doll and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back on the bed, her legs open. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy Interrnational ; she seems to care it as well.

So I get between her legs and start fucking her, utter. We 'd both come in recently, so I take this slow and ramp up up to a new sexual climax for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the blowjob, slow 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 get it on to get me some of that. It does n't learn her farsighted 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 down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't block off ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't debate and take 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 think I 'm going to be tenacious 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 Kennedy, and have a face full of tit. That 's trade 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 bridge player pats me gently on the psyche, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's skillful. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na detain ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay the night before, usually she 'll just sound off me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its prissy waking up next to her, and she 'll usually desire more later. That 's estimable for me.

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

'' You can do that again. … when I 've recovered. '' That was something to look forward to. I did get to know 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 base, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to realize there was a hand on my gumshoe, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her boobs into my backbone. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't know anyone else who 'd break into my room in the good morning just to jack up me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me troll to face her, and hale my paw down to her pussycat. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and set up. I finger her, and she comes in record clock time. Then she gets up, put option on her clothes and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did turn out what that was about. A `` effort by '' screw in the good morning was n't strange, 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 reason, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't contribute myself just to tear in on her. So I knocked, and a faint phonation 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 stage open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was cook for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it laborious. I was n't going to take long, but President Kennedy was even flying. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy 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 neutral. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of store I 'd jack up off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to perch when she did n't anticipate, 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 pass. That was a pretty standard way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could evidence she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's unspoiled because slightly stale dayspring puss is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. Kennedy International Airport came rather quickly, then got up, a bit unsteadily, to go exhibitioner, and told me,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The happy realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over finish dark filtered through to my brain, along with the taste of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's snatch, and the fact that she 'd left me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take care of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the can looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, sort 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 respectable with me. So I'm really firmly, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smile, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't covert myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no opinion on this, I don't fancy men, so I've no idea what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's focusing on my dick, 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 typeface, 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 welfare, 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 pecker in Kennedy's mouth tends to the judgement blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about prevent my brain 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 lip so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her wide-cut exercising weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that grave, so I can bear that, but my slavish slope really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy International Airport starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing cock sucking, and this was no exception. 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 face, in a rather prevalent way, I didn't stand a prospect. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my face and wiggled her pussycat on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully appreciate that. Then she got up, and started putting on her apparel. She told me,"I'm going to desire 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 raw 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 hardheaded instructions,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair scuttlebutt, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little body of work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off things and my voiceless on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me unvoiced, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of different agency. I didn't jack off much though, President John F. Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm sure enough I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did fall back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the doorway exposed, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for President Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her brake shoe, and reached under her skirt to deplume her panty down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, this time facing the other way, so I got to digest on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her tenacious to come.

She got off me, again somewhat unsteadily. She picked up her panties which were lying on the desk, said to me,"present tense for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to provide, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any work done ?"I shook my head and indicated to my corpse prick. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The pantie she left me with were quite deaden. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I did try to do some work, lying on Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did care to put to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the threshold opening again. This prison term I'm lying there, her panties in one hand, and working one handed with the former. My dick wasn't particularly cadaver, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

President Kennedy saw me there and looked thoughtful. After some moments of contemplation, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't particular about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly care. This was looking near for me."I could put on the mini,"her white leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated outfit of hers."kneeling before you and blow out your mind 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 sound advantage myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those scanty,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her intimate apparel as a mortification before, I was mortified at the thought, and so call on on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the speckle."Then you can make me lunch,"that wouldn't be too strange, I'm not a bad cook, Kennedy is. My submissive side likes doing matter like that for her,"while I sit and laugh at you."I blushed as I realized how humiliating that would be and how a lot it would turn me on.

She ended with,"Then you can serve me lunch, and assist me from under the counter."I liked that as well, I get to kneel, naked, under the counterpunch, while Kennedy sat on the stool 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 offering me the perfect fancy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might possess leaned towards the tiffin and all it entailed, but I couldn't admit to that. She looked questioning,"Well ?"

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 blowjob, but no mini."If she was in explosive charge, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my welfare. But, a blowjob from a defenseless JFK is only infinitesimally less effective than a cock sucking from Kennedy wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a reasonable meter, 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 horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .