As I said, nigh of the sex me and John Fitzgerald Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking amazing. Though now we'd worked out our number ons, she felt unfreeze to be her prevailing self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the mood. We had passel of straight vanilla sex, then there were those episodes where Kennedy was more dominant or humiliated me. What with my leaning, that would be somewhere between a big turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her mood in the rest of the earth. If she got into an argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her workplace in the porno diligence. That was both a source of horniness and frustration for her. It was a big generator of defeat for her as it was a male dominated earthly concern, where the girl'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 frustration would churn over and John Fitzgerald Kennedy would"take her work dwelling"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big bend on, as well as very unspeakable and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the stage of this story.

On the early hired man, we could receive some really amazing sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and signify it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and `` friends with benefits '' for about 18 calendar month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a thousand fucks or other sex. How do you select just one or two to drop a line 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 hold open up.

I got a typical text from Jack Kennedy : `` cum here - President John F. Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` exhibitioner first. '' That 's Kennedy, fastidious. Of trend, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Jack Kennedy wanted I was going to revel, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's storage locker room without anyone seeing the intemperate on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Jack Kennedy 's shoes. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her Call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment apartment. John Fitzgerald Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straight shot from her battlefront door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty pace to her, she turns her professorship round to confront me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark gray long wench. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or step-in, 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 counselling of her pussy. But first of all, she wants me to disrobe off, she nods in the direction of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her summons, it turns her on ( as well as me, of track ). 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 in off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand defenseless, and blushing, before her for her review. Totally backbreaking 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 articulatio genus in front of her gear up to get to work. That variety of work, I really do roll in the hay. But, she has an replacement architectural plan, she waves me back on my feet, then to further to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, Kennedy is the inviolable best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might hold wondered what her plot was. Sometimes she was just nice to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my tool sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my knees started giving way. I did n't want to disturb Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't want the cock sucking to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while President Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her recollective 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 John F. Kennedy clearing her pharynx. She 's raised her doll again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my human knee again, and this clip I got to actually go down on JFK. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit foggy from the blowjob, but even in this circumstance, I still really like licking snatch ; 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 time, that agrees with Kennedy Interrnational, sometimes she 's More raring and has a kind of more or less painful mode to enjoin 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 head, but that and the moans are beneficial signs. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a pussy does that to me. I 'm getting turned on sufficiency, I want something to happen, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de thanksgiving and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my spatial relation between her leg and wait for her to affect. Eventually, she lifts the annulus off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boobs. I 'd wish 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 side of meat of the desk. We 've done a sort of sex deed on each of those pieces of furniture. Not to observe the base, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` help oneself me to the bed and fuck me. '' simple, easy, perfect tense for me. She gets up a bit uncertainly, and I help her. She discards the annulus 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 ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her legs and start fucking her, perfective tense. We 'd both make out recently, so I take this easy and build up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the cock sucking, slack me down. John Fitzgerald 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 love to get me some of that. It does n't take her foresighted to issue forth ; she must have been wound up. I 'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her hail down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't stop ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't indicate 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 retentive before I join her. This time I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the pace, rapidly getting to my orgasm. She hardly calms down at all before she 's coming, and so am I. Wow ! That 's some head trip, coming together.

I 'm lying on Kennedy, and have a look full of boob. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON KENNEDY .'I did n't cerebrate she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a manus pats me gently on the head, she does n't appear annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's nice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

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

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to vocalise cool down, 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 fuck her again before we went to log Z's, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me rest home, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to earn there was a paw on my pecker, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could finger her behind me, pressing her boobs into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't know anyone else who 'd break into my room in the forenoon just to jack me off. I was also shut down to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me circle to confront her, and drags my helping hand down to her kitty. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and quick. I finger her, and she comes in book prison term. Then she gets up, put 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 `` drive by '' fuck in the dayspring was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the fourth dimension I got a text late at Night, `` Fuck me then go - JFK. '' I was n't going to contend, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knock, but could n't make for myself just to break in on her. So I knocked, and a faint voice replied, `` Yeah. '' So I walked into her studio apartment. 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 leg open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was set up for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to take long, but Kennedy Interrnational was even immediate. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side of meat, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd take a crap 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 up off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to rest when she did n't call, 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 head. That was a pretty stock way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could differentiate she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's good because slightly stale morning pussy 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 exhibitor, and told me,"hitch there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The glad realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my brainpower, along with the taste of Kennedy 's kitty, 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 learn care of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the john 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 good with me. So I'm really hard, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and grinning, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't cover myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to mean I'm hot, I have no belief on this, I don't fancy men, so I've no estimate 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 news, 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 human face, there would have been a big smiling there, that's one of my ducky ( though, really, anything President 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 prick in Kennedy's sassing tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about preserve my mind on my project. 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 trade good sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her mouth so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her wax system of weights on top of me.

President Kennedy is not that fleshy, so I can fend that, but my subservient side of meat really loves that, and it's really rather titillating being squashed by a nude Kennedy International Airport like that. But, soon enough Kennedy Interrnational 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 offend up already, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my face, 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 face and wiggled her pussy 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 need 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 castle in the air of being kept as a sex striver by her, then she added the practical instructions,"And clean and jerk yourself up, you reek."

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a piffling work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my intellect off matter and my difficult on would droop. So I watched a few of Kennedy's picture on the laptop computer. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of different ways. I didn't jack off very much though, Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm trusted I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the door open, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her doll to pull her scanty down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, this meter facing the other way, so I got to concentrate on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her long to come.

She got off me, again somewhat falteringly. She picked up her step-in 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 heading and indicated to my stiff gumshoe. She laughed and said,"You should contract on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled virtually erotically of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I did try to do some employment, lying on Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her scanty at the Lapplander time. I did finagle to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my castle in Spain by the door opening again. This time I'm prevarication there, her step-in in one handwriting, and working one handed with the other. My dick wasn't particularly firm, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

President Kennedy saw me there and looked thoughtful. After some moments of musing, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't specific about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly charge. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her white leather miniskirt was my favorite brief rig of hers."kneel before you and squander your idea 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 easily wages myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those panty,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a mortification before, I was mortified at the sentiment, and so change state on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the place."Then you can make me tiffin,"that wouldn't be too strange, I'm not a bad cook, Kennedy is. My submissive English likes doing thing 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 move around me on.

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

Kennedy Interrnational does cognize me very well. She's offering me the perfect illusion, or keen humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might own 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 charge, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the turnout for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a nude Kennedy is only infinitesimally less estimable than a cock sucking from JFK wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a reasonable time, she hugged me and let me recover for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got dejeuner, she did ask me if I liked the other melodic theme and I protested vigorously that it was a ugly idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .