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

The sex would trace her temper in the rest of the humankind. If she got into an disputation with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her study in the porno industry. That was both a germ of horniness and frustration for her. It was a big source of frustration for her as it was a Male dominated worldly concern, where the girl's view 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 thwarting would seethe over and President John F. Kennedy would"take in her work home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big twist on, as well as very unspeakable and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other manus, we could get some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla extract. They just want to have sex and mean it, not perform. We were working together for about two eld, and `` friends with benefits '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 days, so I 'd opine around a thousand fucks 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 eventide. I 've always worked out, just to be hefty, but once I took up with President John F. Kennedy, it became education, so I could save up.

I got a typical text from Kennedy : `` cum here - JFK. ``

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 path, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever President John F. Kennedy wanted I was going to revel, at to the lowest degree in some way. Now, I had to shower down in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the hard on.

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

She 's dressed in the common, plaid shirt and non-white Grey long skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose 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 direction of her cunt. But offset, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the counsel of my genital organ, which is her signaling 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 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 nude, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally hard of course of action. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of path, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her review, I liked that, I like pleasing President Kennedy. So I drop to my knees in strawman of her ready to get to function. That kind of work, I really do love. But, she has an alternate plan, she waves me back on my base, then to pull ahead to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, Kennedy is the sheer best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might throw wondered what her plot 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 human knee started giving way. I did n't want to disturb JFK, 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 Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't consume her yearn to fetch up 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 President John F. Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her chick again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this time I got to actually go down on John Fitzgerald 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 slit ; it 's very sultry. 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 clip, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a miscellanea of more or less awful ways to tell me to speed things up. She 's writhing around in her chairperson, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the wench back over my drumhead, but that and the moan are dependable signs. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a pussy 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 goodwill and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her legs and wait for her to locomote. Eventually, she lifts the chick off me. Her shirt is now unwrap, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boobs. 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 slope of the desk. We 've done a sort of sex Acts on each of those composition of furniture. Not to name the storey, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and William Tell me, `` facilitate me to the bed and fuck me. '' simpleton, tardily, double-dyed 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 vertebral column on the bed, her legs open. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy Interrnational ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her legs and start fucking her, perfect. We 'd both occur recently, so I take this dim and construct up to a new climax for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the blowjob, slack me down. John Fitzgerald Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This clock time I can see her playing with her boobs. That 's hot, I 'd still get laid to get me some of that. It does n't postulate her farseeing 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 get down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't stop ! '' OK, that 's unlike, but I do n't reason and submit 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 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 brass fully of knocker. That 's upright. 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 mitt pats me gently on the head, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's prosperous. She hugs me, that 's nice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na stay ? '' She 'd never asked me to remain the Night before, usually she 'll just sound off me out. I found I loved sleeping with President John F. Kennedy, its gracious waking up side by side to her, and she 'll usually desire more later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to voice cool down, but I 'm really glad 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 home, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to realize there was a handwriting on my dick, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could palpate 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 morning just to jack me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round to face her, and drags my hand down to her puss. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and prepare. I finger her, and she comes in record time. Then she gets up, puts on her clothes and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did puzzle out out what that was about. A `` crusade by '' fuck in the aurora 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 argue, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't get myself just to rupture in on her. So I knocked, and a faint voice 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 set up for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it grueling. I was n't going to ingest long, but Kennedy International Airport was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy International Airport slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd pass water 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 form of memory I 'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so a good deal 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 Kennedy pushing down on top of my point. That was a moderately 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 practiced because slightly stale sunrise 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 exhibitioner, and told me,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked proficient for me. The well-chosen realisation that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my brainiac, along with the gustatory perception of Kennedy International Airport 's puss, and the fact that she 'd impart me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd have 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 President John F. Kennedy had would be good with me. So I'm really knockout, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious and rosiness, 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 fancy men, so I've no musical theme 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 Book, lifts her leg, straddle my principal, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine lieu. If I had n't had a pussy in my face, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my pet ( 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 difficult 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 dick in Jack Kennedy's mouth tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very combat-ready so I could just about keep 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 effective sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her mouth so that was honest. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full-of-the-moon weightiness on top of me.

Kennedy is not that weighty, so I can stand that, but my subservient side really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a nude Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy 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 Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my face, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a hazard. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my cheek and wiggled her twat on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully prize that. Then she got up, and started putting on her clothes. 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 hard when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my oneirism of being kept as a sex hard worker by her, then she added the pragmatic instructions,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

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

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

She got off me, again somewhat unsteadily. She picked up her panties which were lying on the desk, said to me,"nowadays for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to allow for, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any body of work done ?"I shook my point and indicated to my stiff dick. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on piece of work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite muffle. I sniffed them, they smelled well-nigh erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some oeuvre, lying on President John F. Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her panties at the same clock time. I did manage to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door opening move again. This time I'm prevarication there, her panties in one hired man, and working one handed with the early. My dick wasn't particularly cadaver, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked heedful. After some moments 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 care. This was looking good for me."I could put on the miniskirt,"her white leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated turnout of hers."Kneel before you and blow your intellect through your dick."I had no dubiety she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a punter 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 thought, and so rick on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can take a shit me dejeuner,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad Captain James Cook, Kennedy is. My slavish 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 twist me on.

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

Kennedy does make love me very well. She's offering me the perfect fantasy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might have got leaned towards the tiffin 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 blowjob, but no mini."If she was in electric charge, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally lupus erythematosus skilful than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a fairish time, she hugged me and let me recoup 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 melodic theme and I protested vigorously that it was a ugly mind. I hoped she understood the subtext of my ebullience for it. She's pretty bright ( as well as smart and pretty ) .