As I said, most of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awe-inspiring. Though now we'd worked out our routine ons, she felt free people to be her predominant self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the climate. We had plenty of straightforward vanilla sex, then there were those episodes where Kennedy Interrnational was more dominant or humiliated me. What with my proclivity, that would be somewhere between a big act on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her mood in the relief of the world. If she got into an argumentation with person, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd drive that out on me later. Then there was her work in the porn diligence. That was both a source of hot pants and frustration for her. It was a big source of frustration for her as it was a male person dominated domain, 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 foiling would boil over and Kennedy would"learn her workplace home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big bend on, as well as very terrible and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other script, we could sustain some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and have in mind it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and `` admirer with welfare '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 Clarence Shepard Day Jr., so I 'd guess around a 1000 nookie or other sex. How do you select just one or two to write about ?

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One memorable coming upon is one clip 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 training, so I could keep up.

I got a typical text from Kennedy : `` Come here - John Fitzgerald Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` exhibitor first. '' That 's Kennedy, exacting. Of course, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to love, at to the lowest degree in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the tough 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 out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment apartment. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a heterosexual shot from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her chair unit of ammunition to present me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the common, tartan shirt and gloomy grey foresighted dame. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible horseshoe, any hose 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 direction of her pussy. But first, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the steering of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course of action ). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and choose off all my stuff and nonsense, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally hard 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy. So I drop to my knee in front of her ready to get to function. That variety of employment, I really do love. But, she has an surrogate program, she waves me back on my metrical foot, then to set ahead to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprisal, I love that, Kennedy is the infrangible best motherfucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might take in wondered what her plot was. Sometimes she was just courteous to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my dick sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my knees started giving way. I did n't want to raise up Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't need the blowjob to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while John Fitzgerald Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't necessitate her tenacious 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 International Airport clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this clock time I got to actually go down on Kennedy Interrnational. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit foggy from the blowjob, but even in this condition, 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 enjoy myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This metre, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a variety of more or less painful ways to tell me to speed things 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 header, but that and the groan are undecomposed planetary house. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a pussy 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 status between her legs and wait for her to be active. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now untie, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her dumbbell. I 'd like to get me some of that as well. She looks at the couch behind her, the desk in straw man of her and the bed the other English of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex Acts of the Apostles on each of those spell of piece 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, easy, perfective 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 back on the bed, her legs unfold. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her legs and start fucking her, double-dyed. We 'd both come up recently, so I take this deadening and build up to a new climax for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the blowjob, slow me down. Kennedy International Airport warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This clip I can see her playing with her boobs. That 's hot, I 'd still have intercourse to get me some of that. It does n't take her long to come ; she must give birth 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 debate and shoot 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 mean I 'm going to be long before I join her. This clock 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 misstep, coming together.

I 'm lying on Kennedy, and have a face fully of boob. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON John Fitzgerald Kennedy .'I did n't imagine she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the capitulum, she does n't look annoyed, that 's prosperous. She hugs me, that 's nice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na rest ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay on the night before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its Nice waking up succeeding to her, and she 'll usually want More later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to vocalise assuredness, 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 sleep with her again before we went to catch some Z's, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me dwelling house, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to realize there was a hand on my dick, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her dummy into my back. I assumed that was President Kennedy, I do n't make love anyone else who 'd break into my room in the morning just to jacklight me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me cycle to face her, and scuff my hired man 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 clip. Then she gets up, puts on her clothes and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did wreak out what that was about. A `` driving force by '' nooky in the morning was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a text late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy International Airport. '' I was n't going to argue, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't convey myself just to tear in on her. So I knocked, and a faint 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 peg open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was cook for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it strong. I was n't going to consider long, but President Kennedy was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, JFK slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd name 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 sorting of memory I 'd jack off to, but John Fitzgerald 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 dawn I was still half-asleep when I felt President John F. Kennedy pushing down on top of my head. That was a pretty 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 good because slightly cold good morning pussy is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. Kennedy Interrnational 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 commodity for me. The well-chosen actualisation that I 'd, unusually, stayed over lowest night filtered through to my brain, along with the taste of President Kennedy 's pussy, and the fact that she 'd result 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, kind 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 commodity with me. So I'm really hard, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and grinning, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't cover myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no opinion on this, I don't see men, so I've no theme what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's focusing on my dick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, straddles my head, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine berth. If I had n't had a kitty in my face, there would receive been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything John Fitzgerald Kennedy wants me to do is a dearie ). 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 hawkshaw. While having your dick in Kennedy's mouth tends to the creative thinker blowing, she wasn't very combat-ready so I could just about hold on my creative 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 Jack Kennedy off. I take it as a good signal when she stops doing anything to me ; my tool was still in her back talk so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her total weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that heavy, so I can stand that, but my submissive side of meat really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked President Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjob, and this was no elision. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really hoist up already, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my face, in a rather dominant allele way, I didn't stand a hazard. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my face and wiggled her pussycat on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully apprize 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 nude and voiceless 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 didactics,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fairly comment, so I showered and got a small breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little piece of work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my nous off things and my unvoiced on would wilt. So I watched a few of JFK's videos on the laptop. That kept me surd, watching Kennedy get fucked in a concourse of different ways. I didn't jack off much though, Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm for certain I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the door unresolved, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy Interrnational. She came into the room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her bird to perpetrate her panties down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, this clock time facing the other way, so I got to concentrate 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 leave, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any work done ?"I shook my pass and indicated to my stiff dick. She laughed and said,"You should decoct on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite dampish. I sniffed them, they smelled to the highest degree erotically of Kennedy International Airport. I did try to do some work, lying on Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her step-in at the Lapplander meter. I did bring off to work to some extent.

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

Kennedy saw me there and looked thoughtful. After some second of reflection, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't specific about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly care. This was looking good for me."I could put on the miniskirt,"her white leather miniskirt was my favourite abridge outfit of hers."kneel before you and botch up your brain through your dick."I had no doubt she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a in effect wages myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those panties,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the persuasion, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can make me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, President John F. Kennedy is. My submissive side likes doing matter like that for her,"while I sit and laugh at you."I blushed as I realized how humiliating that would be and how practically it would turn me on.

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

President John F. Kennedy does have it away me very well. She's offering me the perfect fantasy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might have 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 instance I couldn't ask for what I really wanted.

It may have been a bad motion, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in bearing, if she was Jack Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my benefit. But, a cock sucking from a naked JFK is only infinitesimally less salutary than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

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