John Fitzgerald Kennedy did get around to trying out my other nowadays. We were both naked, and on Kennedy International Airport 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying Kennedy 's boobs, Kennedy likes me playing with her boobs, and pretend what ? I like that too. Then she said to me, `` I have a surprise for you. '' Then, she got up, and went to her closet.

Every other prison term, I 've whole heartedly approved of what emerged from that closet. This time, I was definitely in two minds, she was wearing the strap on dildo I 'd bought for her, but she 'd never got around to using it on me. I 'd told her I did n't need her to use it on me, and I meant that, but still the idea turned me on, a lot.

She stood in front of me ; I shook my brain. The dildo was waving on my face. `` You do n't want it ? '' She questioned.

'' No. No way do I want you to use that on me. ``

'' bully. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my lips, `` Suck on it. '' I opened my back talk a bit, she pushed it inside ; it tasted of her. She must receive been using it on herself. I moaned a bit. `` You seem to like that. ``

The taste had taken my mind off the situation, `` I liked the taste. '' I was really wanting to change the outcome of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just taste you some more ? '' I stuck out my lingua like I was licking her.

'' Tempting, but I 'm going to do it. And you 're going to let me. Lie down ! '' I lay flat tire on my back. She pulled my legs apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` subject wide of the mark. '' Her helping hand grasped me under the knees and pulled my pegleg up and apart so I was open to her. I screwed up my human face, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her hand on my dick. Of course I was hard, I may have found the estimation disgusting, but it was also a act on. My dick betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still wear, waiting for her to postulate me. But she said, `` I 'm not going to do it unless you ask me. Look at me ! '' I opened my centre, she was kneeling between my ramification, naked of form, her dope wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her manus on my shaft, stroking me gently.

She continued to stroke me, and continued to goad me. `` You want it do n't you. '' I shook my head. `` You 'll really enjoy it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the hand job was getting to me, the thought of her doing it to me was seeming less and less obnoxious. Have you ever noticed how you 're perceptions change like that when you get close to orgasm. My organic structure was starting to betray me, I thought I should tell her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that opinion, and the had job was getting to me, so before I could agree to it, I came.

I was thinking I got away without being fucked, I was feeling relieved. I opened my eyes, and she made a show of showing me her men ; they were covered in my cum. Then, she rubbed the dildo with them, getting a respectable pelage of cum on it. I was thinking she was going to get me to suck up it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the kind of thing I like. But she had other ideas, `` Turn over. ``

I did n't have it away what she was going to do, but I obeyed, without thinking about it much. Then she said, `` I 'm going to fuck you in the ass, using your own cum as lube. '' I 'd just come, thing seem different after you come, but that sounded so gross out, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my paw to cover my ass. She tapped my hands, and said, `` You 're going to let me, remember. You missed your probability to do it while turned on, now you get to suffer. I 'm so going to enjoy this. ``

I moved my hands out of the way, and Kennedy did go through with her threat. I hated it ; it was so humiliate. I was crying my the time she finished. The act itself was n't that unpleasant, physically. She got off me, I could take heed her breathing, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how hard my dick felt, it was in an uncomfortable berth beneath me.

Kennedy pushed me on my slope, and saw my rip. `` Why did n't you use the safeword ? '' She asked, I think she thought she 'd gone too far, and I had, again, not used the safeword to stop her. She 'd be very unhappy with me if that were true.

I tried to steer off that thought, `` It was n't painful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't want any E. W. Morley. '' I slipped in the green safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a coded subject matter. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to ease Jack Kennedy 's apprehensions.

She presented the secondhand dildo to my backtalk, `` Open wide. '' There was no way I was going to suck on that, considering where it had just been. It would have got been exquisitely humiliating, but it was just too unsanitary for me to consider. I pressed my brim together and shake up my head. `` clear ! '' Kennedy demanded, she was going to make me.

So I blurted out, `` Phlogiston ! '' The safeword.

Kennedy paused, and looked puzzled. `` You 'd let me do that, but use the safeword now ? ``

It seemed fair to me, `` Would you ? Think where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to suppose on.

That took the wind out of Kennedy 's cruise. She took the harness off, setting it aside and sat on the bed. Her soundbox language was quite dejected, she said, `` Sorry. ``

This was the live matter I wanted, I 'm not sure which was big, I 'd upset Jack Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for cipher. I hugged her round the middle and said through tear. `` I 'm sorry. Look, I want to fix it up to you, paddle me, fuck me, whatever, just do n't urinate me eat it. ``

She smiled weakly at me, `` No, I 'm the sorry one ; I pushed you too far. compassion, I was enjoying that. ``

I tried to assure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't desire to go through that for null. '' I smiled and looked and my stiff dick. `` I really hated every arcminute of it. ``

I 'm not for certain if she misunderstood my purpose or what, but said, `` I promised you a blowjob. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in front of me. I was n't going to argue when there was a blowjob on offer. And what a blowjob it was, JFK is the Charles Herbert Best there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had plenty to compare it to. I just lay back against the paries, moaned and let her at it.

That was until she stopped. I looked up, I was disappointed, but I was n't going to mention that. Kennedy was looking much more like President John F. Kennedy now, much happier. `` You 're going to cream me. '' I was n't going to argue with that, we swapped positions, and I went to work on Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was better than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my favourite affair to do. I like licking kitty. I like licking Kennedy 's pussy. I like kneeling in a subservient posture to do it. I think I did a good job, when she came, I knelt there and waited.

She looked down to me and smiled. She flopped onto her side, signed contentedly and said, `` cum here with that. '' And opened her mouthpiece. I knelt by her position and tentatively amaze my putz in and fucked her rima oris. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy, I was much more blue-blooded than I might otherwise have been ; I did n't want to get anything prick off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with Kennedy Interrnational and we had an unusual here and now of heartsease. Then, Kennedy decided on what was next, she 'd decided I only deserved one blowjob for using the safeword ; I had n't actually suffered. She chided me for not using the yellow safeword instead. In the heat of the instant, I 'd just panicked and gone for the safe option.

My punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This metre, she left it there, and fastened the straps around me to keep back the dildo in place, while I went down on her. I almost came from just that, but after she came, she had me fuck her, with the dildo still strapped in my ass. I did add up immediately. Then, she had me lick that up. It was really frightful, I loved it.

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President Kennedy was in entire prevailing mode. I was naked and bow down on the floor in front of her. She was still fully clothed, in this case, that did n't include panties. She kicked off her shoes, then rested her substructure on the bed. I had tantalizing glimpses of pussy under her bird, as she peeled the nylon off her go out leg. She stuck the leave alone human foot in my face, `` Lick it ! ``

I could smell the foot, it had been in her shoe, being walked on all day. The thought was not appetizing, though as common the being ordered to do something unpleasant was turning me on. `` Lick It ! ! '' More strident.

I tried to affect the course of events, `` I do n't want to, if you catch my aether drift. '' I tried to use the 'yellow'safeword, that I 'd never previously employed. Kennedy Interrnational paused. Then carried on, she peeled the former nylon off and stuck the groundwork in my face. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her stable gear, `` You 're going to wash my understructure. '' With that, she pulled her skirt down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her naked seat one-half, so she amplified her command, `` Go get the washstand. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her feet. A demeaning humble undertaking, my favorite sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back John Fitzgerald Kennedy had unbuttoned the push on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could make even her dowdy, untempting, shirts interesting. I lay a bath sheet on the level at her feet and put the charge plate washbowl on top of it. The bowl was full of lovesome water. I placed her foot in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to hear her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the soap in my hands and picked up her depart human foot out of the body of water, and thoroughly worked the lather over it. It was surprisingly erotic, my slippery manus sliding over her slippery flesh. It was only a foot, but I was starting to think I 'd come without further intercession if I carried on like that. I placed the foot back in the water bath, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the process with the rightfield foundation. My prick was set up to explode ; I was breathing unvoiced and ragged.

I lifted up her invertebrate foot out of the bowl, and moved it aside, substituting a bridge player towel in it topographic point. I gently patted down her infantry with the hand towel, so they were dry. Then, I took the bottle of jojoba massage oil I 'd found and gently massaged it into each groundwork in play. Rubbing my ribbon over the top of her foot, then using both quarter round to knead the colloidal solution of her feet. She moaned at that, it was a thoroughly moan.

Then, I took each foot in turn and thoroughly explored it with my natural language and lips. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my glossa around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly erotic. I ran my tongue between each toe, and ended up with her entire dainty invertebrate foot in my mouth ( which was a tenuous stretch ). I should have been getting high gear from the humiliation of the demeaning task, but I was getting high from the sheer sensuality instead.

Pausing to take out a ragged breath, she said, `` Shit ! Who knew a understructure washing was so erotic. '' She opened her pegleg to illustrate her point, her snatch was spread and glistening. `` You 're going to thrash that. '' At that moment, I 'm not sure licking her kitty-cat was any more erotic than the activity I 'd had with her feet. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my feet. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky maturation, thinking about it in the cold visible radiation of day, it's Weird. At the metre it was perfectly born. I took my hard on in my hired hand and jacked off. It was only a few strokes before I was coming all over her feet. With the last drops of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her legs, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her bidding. I was in the furnace lining period then, that time after you come when you 're noetic and not turned on. Licking her pussy was still a fleshly experience. On Libra the Scales, I think a puss is a more sensual component to thrash, but foundation are a surprisingly airless second.

Kennedy was surprisingly quick coming. I had n't been trying to hurry her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking wanton slacken stroking. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneel perspective and waited for her. A supine and nearly naked Kennedy Interrnational is a sight to behold, I took full advantage to watch. I was arduous already. She raised her head, smiled at me, said, `` slug up the wad then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her feet, she 'd disembowel her leg and feet together again. My middle jumped, demeaning and disgusting, pure. I never liked licking up cum, the thought was disgusting. So of course of study, it all turned me on more. She knew how to treat me good, I set to my labor with only an occasional ticklish giggle from Kennedy.

I guess she enjoyed the foot massage ; she said we were going to do it again. She also said, `` I never knew you had a hoof juju. ``

To which my answer was, `` Neither did I. ``

It was one of those things I did n't want to hold to enjoying. Unlike a lot of President John F. Kennedy 's torments, I did love it, and a ritual animal foot washing would think I could n't complain about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy heels, which she 'd wearing only for these setting, so I knew they were make clean. That 's a thought, a naked Kennedy wearing only the heels, towering above me, and I 'm prostrate in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the shoulder strap of her bounder .