Kennedy did get around to trying out my other portray. We were both naked, and on Kennedy 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying Kennedy International Airport 's knocker, JFK likes me playing with her knocker, and hazard 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 metre, I 've unscathed heartedly approved of what emerged from that closet. This time, I was definitely in two judgment, she was wearing the strap on dildo I 'd bribe for her, but she 'd never got around to using it on me. I 'd told her I did n't desire 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 oral sex. The dildo was waving on my face. `` You do n't need it ? '' She questioned.

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

'' Tough. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my rim, `` suck on it. '' I opened my mouth 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 care that. ``

The gustatory sensation had taken my creative thinker off the state of affairs, `` I liked the sense of taste. '' I was really wanting to change the outcome of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just gustatory perception you some more ? '' I stuck out my tongue 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 on my back. She pulled my legs apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` Open all-encompassing. '' Her bridge player grasped me under the human knee and pulled my legs up and apart so I was heart-to-heart to her. I screwed up my face, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her script on my dick. Of course I was hard, I may take in found the idea disgusting, but it was also a turn on. My peter betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still outwear, waiting for her to choose me. But she said, `` I 'm not going to do it unless you ask me. Look at me ! '' I opened my eyes, she was kneeling between my legs, naked of track, her dummy wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her mitt on my dick, stroking me gently.

She continued to stroke me, and continued to goad me. `` You want it do n't you. '' I shook my headland. `` You 'll really delight 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 to a lesser extent and less objectionable. Have you ever noticed how you 're perceptions change like that when you get close to orgasm. My body was starting to betray me, I thought I should severalise her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that thought, 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 middle, and she made a appearance of showing me her workforce ; they were covered in my cum. Then, she rubbed the dildo with them, getting a good pelage of cum on it. I was thinking she was going to get me to suck it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the sort of thing I like. But she had other musical theme, `` Turn over. ``

I did n't know what she was going to do, but I obeyed, without thinking about it much. Then she said, `` I 'm going to bed you in the ass, using your own cum as lube. '' I 'd just come, things seem different after you come, but that sounded so loathly, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my deal to spread over my ass. She tapped my hands, and said, `` You 're going to let me, retrieve. You missed your chance to do it while turned on, now you get to tolerate. I 'm so going to enjoy this. ``

I moved my helping hand out of the way, and Kennedy did go through with her threat. I hated it ; it was so humiliating. I was crying my the clock 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 tool felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me.

President Kennedy pushed me on my side of meat, and saw my tears. `` 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 intercept her. She 'd be very infelicitous with me if that were true.

I tried to steer off that thought, `` It was n't sore, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the moral force ; I do n't want any Morley. '' I slipped in the William Green safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a put one across message. I also looked down to my tough on, all that seemed to ease President John F. Kennedy 's apprehensions.

She presented the used dildo to my lips, `` surface spacious. '' There was no way I was going to suck on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely humiliating, but it was just too unsanitary for me to consider. I pressed my brim together and shake my pass. `` Open ! '' 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 reasonable to me, `` Would you ? Think where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to recall on.

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

This was the last thing I wanted, I 'm not certainly which was worse, I 'd upset Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for nil. I hugged her round the middle and said through tears. `` I 'm sorry. facial expression, I want to make it up to you, spank me, get it on me, whatever, just do n't make me eat it. ``

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

I tried to reassure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't need to go through that for aught. '' I smiled and looked and my stiff gumshoe. `` I really hated every minute of it. ``

I 'm not sure if she misunderstood my intent or what, but said, `` I promised you a cock sucking. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in front of me. I was n't going to argue when there was a blowjob on fling. And what a blowjob it was, JFK is the topper there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had plentifulness to compare it to. I just lay back against the wall, 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. Jack Kennedy was looking much more like President John F. Kennedy now, much happy. `` You 're going to clobber me. '' I was n't going to argue with that, we swapped positions, and I went to operate on Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was better than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my favorite thing to do. I like licking pussy. I like licking Kennedy 's pussy. I like kneeling in a submissive 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 English, signed contentedly and said, `` Come here with that. '' And opened her oral cavity. I knelt by her side of meat and tentatively stuck my dick in and fucked her mouth. I usually did n't get to do this with President Kennedy, I was much more gentle than I might otherwise ingest been ; I did n't want to get anything bite off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with Kennedy and we had an unusual minute of peace. Then, President John F. Kennedy decided on what was next, she 'd decided I only deserved one cock sucking for using the safeword ; I had n't actually suffered. She chided me for not using the chicken safeword instead. In the heat of the here and now, I 'd just panicked and gone for the safe option.

My punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This time, she left it there, and fastened the shoulder strap around me to restrain the dildo in station, 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 come immediately. Then, she had me biff that up. It was really horrible, I loved it.

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Jack Kennedy was in full rife mode. I was naked and prostrate on the story in battlefront of her. She was still fully clothed, in this vitrine, that did n't admit step-in. She kicked off her horseshoe, then rested her invertebrate foot on the bed. I had tantalizing coup d'oeil of pussy under her bird, as she peeled the nylon off her result leg. She stuck the go out understructure in my aspect, `` 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 usual the being ordered to do something unpleasant was turning me on. `` salt lick It ! ! '' More strident.

I tried to touch on the course of events, `` I do n't desire to, if you catch my ether drift. '' I tried to use the 'yellow'safeword, that I 'd never previously employed. Kennedy paused. Then carried on, she peeled the former nylon off and stuck the human foot in my expression. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her shroud, `` You 're going to lap my feet. '' With that, she pulled her doll down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her naked bottom half, so she amplified her command, `` Go get the washbowl. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her human foot. A demeaning menial undertaking, my favorite sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back President John F. Kennedy had unbuttoned the buttons on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could have even her Hugh Dowding, unattractive, shirts interesting. I lay a bath sheet on the floor at her feet and put the plastic wash-hand basin on top of it. The bowl was replete of warm water. I placed her metrical foot in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to see her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the soap in my custody and picked up her leave alone groundwork out of the piddle, and thoroughly worked the stew over it. It was surprisingly titillating, my tricky deal sliding over her slippery frame. It was only a foot, but I was starting to think I 'd come without promote interposition if I carried on like that. I placed the metrical unit back in the water bath, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the cognitive process with the correctly invertebrate foot. My dick was ready to blow up ; I was breathing hard and ragged.

I lifted up her groundwork out of the trough, and moved it aside, substituting a hired hand towel in it place. I gently patted down her ft with the mitt towel, so they were dry. Then, I took the bottle of jojoba massage oil I 'd found and gently massaged it into each foot in play. Rubbing my palm over the top of her substructure, then using both thumbs to massage the soles of her feet. She moaned at that, it was a good moan.

Then, I took each foot in turn of events and thoroughly explored it with my clapper and lips. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my knife around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly erotic. I ran my clapper between each toe, and ended up with her entire dainty foot in my lip ( which was a slight stretch ). I should give been getting mellow from the abasement of the demeaning task, but I was getting senior high school from the sheer sensuality instead.

Pausing to guide a ragged breath, she said, `` Shit ! Who knew a foot laundry was so titillating. '' She opened her ramification to illustrate her period, her slit was unfold and glistening. `` You 're going to solve that. '' At that moment, I 'm not sure licking her kitty-cat was any more erotic than the natural process I 'd had with her ft. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my groundwork. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky evolution, thinking about it in the cold visible light of day, it's weird. At the time it was perfectly natural. I took my knockout on in my hand and jacked off. It was only a few throw before I was coming all over her foot. With the shoemaker's 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 refractory menses then, that prison term after you come when you 're noetic and not turned on. Licking her snatch was still a carnal experience. On residuum, I think a pussy is a more animal persona to lick, but infantry are a surprisingly close second.

JFK was surprisingly prompt coming. I had n't been trying to rush her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking tardily wearisome cerebrovascular accident. Then, she came. As common, I held my kneel attitude and waited for her. A supine and nearly defenseless Kennedy is a sight to behold, I took full-of-the-moon advantage to watch. I was strong already. She raised her head, smiled at me, said, `` lick up the passel then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her feet, she 'd suck up her legs and fundament together again. My eye jumped, demeaning and disgusting, perfect. I never liked licking up cum, the thought was disgusting. So of course, it all turned me on more. She knew how to treat me right, I set to my task with only an occasional ticklish giggle from Kennedy.

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

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

It was one of those things I did n't want to take on to enjoying. Unlike a lot of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's torments, I did enjoy it, and a ritual substructure washing would think of I could n't complain about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy heels, which she 'd wear only for these scenes, so I knew they were unobjectionable. That 's a thought, a defenseless Kennedy wearing only the hound, towering above me, and I 'm flat in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the straps of her heels .