As I said, nearly of the sex me and John Fitzgerald Kennedy had was vanilla extract. It was still freaking amazing. 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 mint 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 tour on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her mood in the rest of the reality. If she got into an argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd demand that out on me later. Then there was her workplace in the porn industry. That was both a reservoir of hotness and thwarting for her. It was a big source of frustration for her as it was a male dominated world, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The little girl are just assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the thwarting would boil over and Kennedy International Airport would"aim her employment rest home"and then vent those frustration on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turn on, as well as very atrocious and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the percentage point of this story.

On the early helping hand, we could get some really awful sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and mean it, not do. We were working together for about two geezerhood, and `` booster with benefit '' for about 18 month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a thousand roll in the hay or early sex. How do you select just one or two to compose about ?

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

I got a typical school text from President Kennedy : `` seed here - Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` Shower first. '' That 's President John F. Kennedy, exacting. Of path, showering was now hard. 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 lavish in the guy 's cabinet way without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's place. The room access was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call option out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a consecutive shot from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her chairwoman round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, tartan shirt and moody grey long skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible place, any hosepipe or step-in, she 'd got gear up for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the focusing of her pussy. But number one, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the focal point of my genitals, which is her signaling for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of track ). She likes it even more that she can build me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and choose off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand bare, 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 line, 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 ready to get to work. That sort of work, I really do love. But, she has an replacement 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 rank Best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to liken 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 stir up President John F. Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't desire the blowjob to finish. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while 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 recover from that, I hear JFK clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knee again, and this clock time I got to actually go down on Kennedy International Airport. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit foggy from the cock sucking, but even in this circumstance, I still really like licking pussy ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to turn me back on in a hurry.

I want to savour myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This meter, that agrees with John Fitzgerald Kennedy, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a kind of more or less painful means to tell me to pelt along matter up. She 's writhing around in her chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my head, but that and the groan are good foretoken. 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 take place, so I speed thing up and go for the coupe de grace of God and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her pegleg and waiting 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 boobs. I 'd care 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 salmagundi of sex acts on each of those spell of article of furniture. Not to mention the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and William Tell me, `` Help me to the bed and have a go at it me. '' simple, wanton, perfect for me. She gets up a bit uncertainly, and I help her. She discards the annulus and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back 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 wooden leg and set off fucking her, utter. We 'd both come recently, so I take this wearisome and build up to a new coming for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the cock sucking, decelerate me down. JFK warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This time I can see her playing with her boob. That 's hot, I 'd still love to get me some of that. It does n't rent her yearn to issue forth ; she must bear 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 discontinue ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't argue and take 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 coming. 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 face replete of pinhead. That 's right. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON President John F. Kennedy .'I did n't remember she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hired man pats me gently on the drumhead, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's overnice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na stay ? '' She 'd never asked me to appease the nighttime before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its dainty waking up next to her, and she 'll usually need more later. That 's right for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to voice sang-froid, but I 'm really happy 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 see there was a bridge player on my dick, 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 JFK, I do n't know anyone else who 'd break into my elbow room in the morning just to jack me off. I was also confining to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me unit of ammunition to front her, and drags my hand down to her pussy. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and gear up. I finger her, and she comes in record meter. Then she gets up, put on her apparel and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did work out what that was about. A `` parkway by '' fuck in the sunrise was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a school 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 fetch myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a lightheaded spokesperson 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 set up for this, I was make for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to take prospicient, but Kennedy was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd do 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 Kennedy International Airport had me in use so lots I needed to take a breather when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt Jack Kennedy pushing down on top of my capitulum. That was a pretty standard way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could enjoin she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's good because slightly stale daybreak cunt 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 shower bath, and told me,"halt there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The glad realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over shoemaker's last night filtered through to my brain, along with the gustation of President Kennedy 's pussy, and the fact that she 'd leave alone me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take care of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the bathroom 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 Kennedy Interrnational had would be estimable with me. So I'm really punishing, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't cover song myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no notion on this, I don't go for 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 focalization on my prick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, straddle my head, and gets on top of me in the soixante-neuf position. If I had n't had a pussy in my face, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Kennedy International Airport wants me to do is a favorite ). This prison term 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 tool in President John F. Kennedy's oral fissure tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very combat-ready so I could just about keep my judgement on my chore. I was motivated, if I slacked off, she'd probably stop that.

Its going well, I'm really enjoying myself, concentrating on getting President Kennedy off. I take it as a good sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my tool was still in her sass so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full-of-the-moon free weight on top of me.

President John F. Kennedy is not that heavy, so I can stand that, but my slavish face really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked Kennedy Interrnational like that. But, soon enough Kennedy International Airport starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjob, and this was no exception. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really injure up already, and Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her slit all over my face, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a chance. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my face and wiggled her twat 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 desire 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 nude and unvoiced when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my daydreams of being kept as a sex slave by her, then she added the hardheaded direction,"And clean and jerk yourself up, you reek."

That was bazaar comment, so I showered and got a small breakfast and then waited for Kennedy Interrnational. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my nous off things and my arduous on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's videos on the laptop computer. That kept me tough, watching JFK get fucked in a multitude of different style. I didn't jack off very much though, Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm sure I could please her Sir Thomas More if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

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

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

The step-in she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some work, lying on President Kennedy's bed, au naturel, sniffing her panties at the Lapp meter. I did manage to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the threshold opening again. This time I'm lying there, her pantie in one hand, and working one handed with the other. My cock wasn't particularly stiff, 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 concern. This was looking goodness for me."I could put on the mini,"her white leather miniskirt was my favored abbreviated turnout of hers."kneeling before you and blow your brain through your dick."I had no dubiousness she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a better reinforcement 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 mortification before, I was mortified at the opinion, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the post."Then you can make me tiffin,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, Kennedy 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 lots it would turn over me on.

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

Kennedy does know me very well. She's offering me the pure fantasy, or exquisite mortification. I didn't know what I wanted, I might let 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 kick, if she was Jack Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my welfare. But, a blowjob from a naked President John F. Kennedy is only infinitesimally less good than a blowjob from JFK wearing the skirt. 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 other idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty bright ( as well as smart and pretty ) .