As I said, almost 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 dislodge to be her dominant self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the humor. We had stack of straight vanilla sex, then there were those episodes where JFK was more dominant allele or humiliated me. What with my proclivity, that would be somewhere between a big turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her mode in the rest of the world. If she got into an argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd necessitate that out on me later. Then there was her work in the pornography industry. That was both a source of horniness and frustration for her. It was a big germ of defeat for her as it was a male person dominated human race, where the girl's view are neither solicited or heard. The lady friend are just plus to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would boil over and Kennedy would"ask her work home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turning on, as well as very unspeakable and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the full point of this story.

On the early hand, we could have some really awing sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performer, 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 years, and `` friends with benefits '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a thousand fucks or early sex. How do you choose just one or two to drop a line about ?

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

I got a distinctive schoolbook from Kennedy : `` ejaculate here - Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` rain shower first. '' That 's President John F. Kennedy, fastidious. Of path, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to relish, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower down in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the voiceless on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy Interrnational 's office. The threshold 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 shot from her presence door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty footstep to her, she turns her president stave to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark grey long annulus. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoe, any hosiery 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 commission of her pussy. But inaugural, she wants me to undress off, she nods in the focussing of my crotch, which is her sign for that. She likes me doing her summons, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can defecate me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my hooey, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally gruelling of course. 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 inspection, I liked that, I like pleasing Kennedy. So I drop to my knees in front of her quick to get to work. That kind of work, I really do love. But, she has an alternate architectural plan, she waves me back on my feet, then to advance to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, Kennedy is the absolute best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might have 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 articulatio genus 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 blowjob to hold back. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while President John F. Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take 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 President John F. Kennedy clearing her pharynx. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this prison term I got to actually go down on Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit foggy from the cock sucking, but even in this status, I still really like licking pussy ; it 's very sultry. It 's also going to release me back on in a hurry.

I want to enjoy myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This prison term, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's Thomas More impatient and has a motley of more or less painful ways to evidence me to pelt along things up. She 's writhing around in her chairman, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the annulus back over my nous, but that and the moans are effective signs. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a snatch does that to me. I 'm getting turned on sufficiency, I want something to happen, so I speed affair up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position 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 boobs. I 'd like to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in forepart of her and the bed the other side of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex routine on each of those pieces of furniture. Not to mention the storey, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and Tell me, `` assist me to the bed and fuck me. '' simple, easy, perfect 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 binding on the bed, her legs open. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to care it as well.

So I get between her pegleg and start fucking her, perfect. We 'd both come recently, so I take this behind and construct up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her programme with the cock sucking, slacken me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This prison term I can see her playing with her dope. That 's hot, I 'd still love to get me some of that. It does n't use up her tenacious to come ; she must deliver 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 dissimilar, but I do n't reason and bring 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 long 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 JFK, and have a face full of boob. That 's 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 hired man pats me gently on the head, 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 ride out ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay 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 desire more later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to sound assuredness, 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 sleep, 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 recognise there was a hand on my dick, jacking me off. As the fog of nap cleared, I could finger her behind me, pressing her tit into my spine. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't know anyone else who 'd wear out into my room in the morning just to jack me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me cycle to face her, and drags my mitt down to her pussy. 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, puts on her wearing apparel and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did lick out what that was about. A `` drive by '' fuck in the break of day was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a textbook late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to debate, but sprinted over to her position. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't bring myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint-hearted 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 legs 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 difficult. I was n't going to take long, but Kennedy was even agile. 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 made it obvious what she wanted, so I zipped up and left. It just seemed so titillating being so impersonal. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of memory I 'd jack off to, but JFK had me in use so often I needed to roost when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt President Kennedy pushing down on top of my caput. That was a pretty stock 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 secure because slightly moth-eaten morning kitty 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 shower, and told me,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked upright for me. The happy realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my brainpower, along with the taste of Kennedy 's pussycat, 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 read guardianship of that before I was dismissed.

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

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't covering myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no opinion on this, I don't envision 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 focalisation on my shaft, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a intelligence, lifts her leg, span my head, and gets on top of me in the ilxx position. If I had n't had a kitty in my font, there would give been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Jack Kennedy wants me to do is a favorite ). This clock 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 peter. While having your putz in Kennedy International Airport's mouth tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very active agent so I could just about celebrate my thinker 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 Interrnational 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 goodness. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full free weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that heavy, so I can digest that, but my submissive side really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked President Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy Interrnational 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 Jack Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my font, in a rather prevailing 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 prize that. Then she got up, and started putting on her clothes. 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 air castle 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 Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a petty work, I had my laptop computer with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my head off things and my hard on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy International Airport's telecasting on the laptop computer. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a the great unwashed of different way. I didn't jack off very much though, John Fitzgerald Kennedy would be tempestuous if I came without her, and I 'm sure as shooting I could delight her More if I lasted longer when she did amount back to use me.

It was mid dayspring when I heard the door undetermined, 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 draw out her scanty down. Then, again without a discussion, climbed on the bed, and onto my typeface, this fourth dimension facing the early way, so I got to centre 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 pantie 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 head and indicated to my plastered prick. She laughed and said,"You should condense on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The pantie she left me with were quite tone down. I sniffed them, they smelled almost erotically of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I did try to do some employment, lying on Kennedy's bed, bare, sniffing her panties at the Sami time. I did carry off to act to some extent.

I was shaken from my revery by the room access opening again. This time I'm fabrication there, her panties in one paw, and working one handed with the former. My gumshoe wasn't particularly remains, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked attentive. After some second of thoughtfulness, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't particular about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly attention. This was looking right for me."I could put on the mini,"her White leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated kit of hers."kneeling before you and blow your judgement 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 advantageously wages myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those panties,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her intimate apparel as a chagrin before, I was mortified at the intellection, and so reverse on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can ca-ca me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, Kennedy is. My submissive side 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 a lot it would bend 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 tabulator, while Kennedy Interrnational sat on the faecal matter and ate her luncheon, I got to go down on her. Again, humiliating and exactly what I liked.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy does know me very well. She's offering me the gross phantasy, or dainty humiliation. I didn't know what I wanted, I might have leaned towards the luncheon 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 International Airport, she wasn't going for the outfit for my welfare. But, a cock sucking from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally less good than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the chick. Once she started, I really didn't care.

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