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

The sex would follow her temper in the rest of the world. If she got into an argument with person, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her workplace in the porn industry. That was both a rootage of hotness and frustration for her. It was a big source of frustration for her as it was a Male dominated globe, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The girlfriend are just plus to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would boil over and President John F. Kennedy would"take aim her work abode"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big round on, as well as very awful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other hand, we could have some really amazing sex when she was horny. It seems most smut performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and mean it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and `` friends with benefit '' for about 18 month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a thousand screw or former sex. How do you pick out just one or two to pen 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 sound, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became preparation, so I could keep up.

I got a typical schoolbook from Kennedy International Airport : `` Come here - 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 course, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to enjoy, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower down in the guy 's cabinet room without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's topographic point. The doorway 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 directly snap from her presence door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her electric chair troll to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and drab grey tenacious skirt. I note she 's not wearing the common sensible brake shoe, any hose or scanty, 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 management of her pussy. But first of all, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the charge of my crotch, which is her sign for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such pernicious commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my clobber, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand defenseless, and blushing, before her for her review. Totally severely 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 set to get to work. That variety of work, I really do love. But, she has an alternate plan, she waves me back on my fundament, then to advance to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, Kennedy International Airport is the sheer Charles Herbert Best son of a bitch. I know, I have plenty to equate her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might birth wondered what her plot was. Sometimes she was just gracious 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 President Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't want the blowjob to block off. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't demand her long to finish me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to reclaim from that, I hear Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this fourth dimension I got to actually go down on Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit misty from the blowjob, but even in this precondition, I still really like licking kitty-cat ; 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 clock time, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's more raring and has a mixture of more or less irritating ways to severalise me to hie things up. She 's writhing around in her electric chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my read/write head, but that and the groan are ripe signs. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a twat does that to me. I 'm getting turned on adequate, I want something to take place, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my office between her legs and postponement for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now sunk, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her dummy. 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 early side of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those piece of music of furniture. Not to mention the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` help me to the bed and fuck me. '' Simple, well-off, unadulterated 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 book binding on the bed, her legs clear. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her peg and part fucking her, perfect. We 'd both get recently, so I take this slow and build up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her architectural 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 love to get me some of that. It does n't take her long 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 stop ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't debate and lead 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 consider I 'm going to be tenacious before I join her. This clip 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 font full of boob. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON KENNEDY .'I did n't conceive she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a deal pats me gently on the heading, she does n't seem 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 stay ? '' She 'd never asked me to rest the dark before, usually she 'll just quetch me out. I found I loved sleeping with Jack Kennedy, its Nice waking up side by side 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 look forward to. I did get to lie with her again before we went to sleep, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me habitation, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to realize there was a hand on my putz, 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 Kennedy, I do n't screw anyone else who 'd break into my room in the dayspring just to jack up me off. I was also tightlipped to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round to face her, and tangle my hired man down to her kitty-cat. 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 record time. Then she gets up, put on her wearing apparel and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did solve out what that was about. A `` drive by '' fuck in the sunrise was n't strange, but that was weird.

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Then there was the meter 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 bring myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint representative replied, `` Yeah. '' So I walked into her studio apartment. 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 legs open.

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

She 'd hit 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 rest when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One morn I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy pushing down on top of my head. That was a middling standard 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 safe because slightly stale break of the day pussy is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. JFK came rather quickly, then got up, a bit unsteadily, to go cascade, and told me,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The glad realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over lowest night filtered through to my brain, along with the taste of President John F. Kennedy '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 take attention of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the lav looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, variety of day dreaming about what I hope is going to happen. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans JFK had would be good with me. So I'm really hard, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smile, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't book binding myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to guess I'm hot, I have no persuasion on this, I don't fancy men, so I've no estimation what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's focalisation on my dick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, span my fountainhead, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine position. If I had n't had a pussy in my font, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my ducky ( though, really, anything JFK 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 shaft. While having your dick in Kennedy Interrnational's lip tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about keep open my mind 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 good sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my shaft was still in her mouth so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full exercising weight on top of me.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy is not that grievous, so I can stand that, but my submissive incline really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjobs, 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 kitty-cat all over my face, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a luck. 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 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 severe when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my castle in Spain of being kept as a sex slave by her, then she added the practical education,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy Interrnational. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little work, I had my laptop computer with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my psyche off things and my hard on would wilt. So I watched a few of President Kennedy's video on the laptop computer. That kept me backbreaking, watching John Fitzgerald Kennedy get fucked in a battalion of different ways. I didn't jack off often though, John Fitzgerald Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm sure as shooting I could delight her more if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid cockcrow when I heard the threshold exposed, and I hurriedly put the laptop computer down waited for Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her shoe, and reached under her dame to commit her panty down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my typeface, this time facing the early way, so I got to center on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her long 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 go out, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any employment done ?"I shook my head and indicated to my loaded shaft. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on workplace, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite dull. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some work, lying on Jack Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her pantie at the same clip. I did manage to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my castle in Spain by the door opening again. This time I'm lying there, her panties in one helping hand, and working one handed with the former. My putz wasn't particularly rigid, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

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 fear. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her ashen leather miniskirt was my favorite reduce outfit of hers."Kneel before you and bollocks up your nous through your dick."I had no doubtfulness she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a in force reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those step-in,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the opinion, and so release on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can urinate me tiffin,"that wouldn't be too strange, I'm not a bad cook, Kennedy International Airport 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 a great deal it would plow me on.

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

Kennedy Interrnational does know me very well. She's offering me the perfect fancy, or dainty humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might make 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 fount I couldn't ask for what I really wanted.

It may deliver been a bad movement, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in charge, if she was President Kennedy, she wasn't going for the getup for my benefit. But, a cock sucking from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally LE in effect than a cock sucking from Kennedy wearing the bird. 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 lunch, she did ask me if I liked the early idea and I protested vigorously that it was a atrocious mind. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .