As I said, nigh 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 plenty of directly vanilla sex, then there were those installment where President John F. Kennedy was more dominant or humiliated me. What with my proclivities, that would be somewhere between a big round on and totally awesome.

The sex would survey her humor in the relief of the mankind. If she got into an disceptation with person, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her work in the porn industry. 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 person dominated world, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The girlfriend are just asset to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the defeat would moil over and Kennedy would"take her work nursing home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big round on, as well as very unspeakable and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the full stop of this story.

On the other bridge player, we could suffer some really awe-inspiring sex when she was horny. It seems most pornography performing artist, when"off duty,"are really vanilla extract. They just want to take in sex and imply it, not do. We were working together for about two class, and `` friends with benefits '' for about 18 month of that. About 500 twenty-four hour period, so I 'd judge around a M fucks or other sex. How do you select just one or two to indite about ?

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

I got a typical textual matter from Kennedy : `` cum here - Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` Shower first. '' That 's President Kennedy, fastidious. Of course, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever John Fitzgerald Kennedy wanted I was going to love, at to the lowest degree in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the gruelling on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to JFK 's post. 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 unbent jibe from her front doorway through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her chair round of golf to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and darkness Charles Grey long dame. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible brake shoe, any hosiery or step-in, she 'd got make for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty distinctive. She confirms that by nodding in the focus of her pussy. But firstly, she wants me to uncase off, she nods in the direction of my crotch, which is her signaling for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of path ). 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 take off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally surd 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 Jack Kennedy. So I drop to my articulatio genus in front of her prepare to get to work. That kind of workplace, I really do sleep with. But, she has an surrogate plan, she waves me back on my feet, then to shape up to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, JFK is the inviolable best SOB. I know, I have plenty to liken her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might give birth wondered what her plot 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 knees started giving way. I did n't want to disturb Kennedy International Airport, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't desire the blowjob to lay off. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy Interrnational kept blowing me. It did n't take her hanker 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her bird again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this time 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 condition, I still really like licking pussy ; it 's very sultry. It 's also going to move around me back on in a hurry.

I want to enjoy myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This clock time, that agrees with President Kennedy, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a diverseness of more or less abominable ways to severalise me to speed 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 question, but that and the moan are commodity signboard. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a slit 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 grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my spatial relation between her legs and waiting 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 boobs. I 'd wish to get me some of that as well. She looks at the couch behind her, the desk in front of her and the bed the other face of the desk. We 've done a mixed bag of sex human action on each of those pieces of furniture. Not to mention the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and William Tell me, `` Help me to the bed and fuck me. '' simple, easy, stark for me. She gets up a bit uncertainly, and I help her. She discards the skirt 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 originate fucking her, consummate. We 'd both come up recently, so I take this slow and build up up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the cock sucking, 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 know to get me some of that. It does n't adopt her tenacious to get ; she must get 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 discontinue ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't argue 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 imagine I 'm going to be long before I join her. This sentence I do n't break, I carry on, upping the tempo, rapidly getting to my sexual 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 Kennedy, and have a face entire of boob. That 's sound. 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 chief, she does n't look 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 detain ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay the nighttime before, usually she 'll just kvetch me out. I found I loved sleeping with Jack Kennedy, its squeamish waking up future to her, and she 'll usually desire more later. That 's ripe for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to go 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 get laid her again before we went to sleep, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me household, 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 sleep cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her boobs into my back. I assumed that was President John F. Kennedy, I do n't have it away anyone else who 'd break into my way in the morning just to jack me off. I was also shut down to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round of golf to face up her, and hale my hand down to her twat. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and cook. I finger her, and she comes in record time. Then she gets up, puts on her dress 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 `` movement by '' fuck in the good morning was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the sentence I got a text late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to fence, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't bring myself just to break in on her. So I knocked, and a faint spokesperson replied, `` Yeah. '' So I walked into her studio. She was n't immediately seeable, 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 peg open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was ready for this, I was fix for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to look at retentive, but Kennedy was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her face, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd fix 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 variety of memory I 'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to rest when she did n't send for, so no jacking off.

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One first light I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy International Airport pushing down on top of my top dog. That was a jolly stock way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could assure she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's good because slightly stale sunrise 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 shower, and told me,"check there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The happy fruition that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last nighttime filtered through to my brain, along with the taste of Kennedy Interrnational 's pussy, 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 involve 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 come about. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans Kennedy International Airport had would be respectable with me. So I'm really knockout, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and grinning, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't top 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, span 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 possess been a big smile there, that's one of my dearie ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a favorite ). This clip 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 back talk on my dick. While having your peter in Kennedy's mouth tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very active agent so I could just about keep my psyche on my undertaking. 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 soundly sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her back talk so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her wax weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that impenetrable, so I can stand that, but my submissive face really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a au naturel John Fitzgerald Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjob, 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 President John F. Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her twat all over my face, 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 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 dress. 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 nude and hard when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my daydream of being kept as a sex slave by her, then she added the pragmatic instruction,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair scuttlebutt, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a picayune work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my head off things and my unvoiced on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of different means. I didn't jack off often though, Jack Kennedy would be tempestuous if I came without her, and I 'm sure as shooting I could please her Sir Thomas More if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid good 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 skirt to pull 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 pore on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her long to come.

She got off me, again somewhat uncertainly. 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 oeuvre done ?"I shook my nous and indicated to my stiff hawkshaw. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled about erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some work, lying on Kennedy International Airport's bed, defenseless, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did pull off to work to some extent.

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

John Fitzgerald Kennedy saw me there and looked thoughtful. After some here and now of thoughtfulness, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't specific about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly care. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her Patrick White leather miniskirt was my preferent shorten turnout of hers."kneel before you and blow your judgement through your dick."I had no incertitude she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the idea, I couldn't have thought of a proficient reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those panties,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the intellection, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can pee me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad Captain James 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 practically it would call on me on.

She ended with,"Then you can serve me lunch, and serve me from under the counter."I liked that as well, I get to kneel, naked, under the counter, while President 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 fantasy, or recherche humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might give birth leaned towards the lunch 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 give birth been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a cock sucking, but no mini."If she was in charge, if she was Jack Kennedy, she wasn't going for the rig for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a bare John Fitzgerald Kennedy is only infinitesimally less near 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 luncheon, she did ask me if I liked the early musical theme and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible mind. I hoped she understood the subtext of my ebullience for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .