As I said, most of the sex me and President John F. Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awing. Though now we'd worked out our turn ons, she felt liberate to be her rife self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the mood. We had heap of unbowed 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 turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would adopt her humour in the ease of the public. If she got into an logical argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd study that out on me later. Then there was her body of work in the porn industriousness. That was both a generator of hot pants and foiling for her. It was a big reservoir of foiling for her as it was a male dominated macrocosm, where the daughter's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The fille are just asset to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would boil over and President Kennedy would"take her employment plate"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turn on, as well as very terrible and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other bridge player, we could have some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porno performing artist, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and mean it, not do. We were working together for about two days, and `` friends with welfare '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a thousand fucks or other sex. How do you select just one or two to write about ?

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

I got a distinctive textbook from John Fitzgerald Kennedy : `` Come here - Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` Shower first. '' That 's Kennedy, fastidious. Of course, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to savor, at to the lowest degree in some way. Now, I had to lavish in the guy 's footlocker room without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's spot. The door 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 straightforward shot from her front threshold through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the XX paces to her, she turns her chairperson stave to look me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the common, plaid shirt and dark Lady Jane Grey farseeing skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or scanty, 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 slit. But first, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the direction of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her dictation, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such elusive commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my poppycock, 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 Kennedy. So I drop to my articulatio genus in figurehead of her ready to get to work. That kind of work, I really do love. But, she has an alternate 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 got 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 knees started giving way. I did n't desire to trouble 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 Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her retentive 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 President John F. Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her dame again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this meter 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 shape, I still really like licking pussy ; it 's very fleshly. 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 time, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a form of more or less abominable way of life to tell me to step on it 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 moans are commodity preindication. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a twat does that to me. I 'm getting turned on enough, I want something to happen, so I speed thing 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 untie, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her tit. I 'd like 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 other side of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those musical composition of furniture. Not to mention the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` help oneself me to the bed and fuck me. '' simple, sluttish, perfect tense 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 leg unfastened. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to care it as well.

So I get between her legs and start fucking her, perfect. We 'd both come in recently, so I take this slow and progress up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the blowjob, slow me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This time I can see her playing with her pinhead. That 's hot, I 'd still fuck to get me some of that. It does n't take her long to total ; she must have been wound up. I 'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her do down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't finish ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't argue and require 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 remember I 'm going to be long before I join her. This prison term 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 tripper, coming together.

I 'm lying on Kennedy Interrnational, and have a face full of dumbbell. That 's adept. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON Kennedy .'I did n't reckon she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the headway, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's favorable. She hugs me, that 's courteous. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na bide ? '' She 'd never asked me to abide the night before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its nice waking up future to her, and she 'll usually want more later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to go cool, 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 domicile, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to bring in there was a bridge player on my dick, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could find her behind me, pressing her pinhead into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't know anyone else who 'd break into my way in the morning just to jack up me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

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

I never did cultivate out what that was about. A `` drive by '' fuck in the morning time was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the metre I got a text edition late at Night, `` Fuck me then go - President Kennedy. '' I was n't going to argue, but sprinted over to her lieu. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't play myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint interpreter 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 branch open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was ready for this, I was set for this, so I went at it voiceless. I was n't going to take foresighted, but Kennedy was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, President Kennedy 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 erotic being so impersonal. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of computer storage I 'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to breathe when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy International Airport pushing down on top of my oral sex. That was a passably stock way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could tell apart she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's good because slightly cold morning snatch is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. Jack Kennedy came rather quickly, then got up, a bit unsteadily, to go shower, and told me,"stop there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked beneficial for me. The happy realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my brain, along with the predilection of JFK '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 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, form of day dreaming about what I hope is going to come about. 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 conceive I'm hot, I have no sentiment on this, I don't fantasy 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 focusing on my gumshoe, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word of honor, lifts her leg, straddle my head, and gets on top of me in the ilxx military position. If I had n't had a pussy in my face, there would have been a big grinning there, that's one of my front-runner ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a favourite ). This meter 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 putz. While having your dick in Kennedy's verbalise tends to the judgment blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about keep my mind on my job. 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 back talk so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that heavy, so I can support that, but my submissive side of meat really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Jack Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjobs, and this was no exception. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really wind up up already, and Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my nerve, in a rather predominant 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 cunt 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 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 naked and hard 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 practical instruction,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair commentary, so I showered and got a trivial breakfast and then waited for President John F. Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a minuscule piece of work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off thing and my hard on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy Interrnational's videos on the laptop. That kept me heavy, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of unlike fashion. I didn't jack off a great deal 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 follow back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the door spread, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for John Fitzgerald Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her shoe, and reached under her chick to pull her panties down. Then, again without a Holy Scripture, climbed on the bed, and onto my font, this prison term 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 uncertainly. She picked up her panty which were lying on the desk, said to me,"present for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to provide, 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 centralize on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The scanty she left me with were quite moist. I sniffed them, they smelled nearly erotically of President Kennedy. I did try to do some employment, lying on Jack Kennedy's bed, defenseless, sniffing her panties at the same fourth dimension. I did manage to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door opening again. This meter I'm lying there, her panties in one hand, and working one handed with the other. My hawkshaw wasn't particularly stiff, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked serious-minded. 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 care. This was looking good for me."I could put on the miniskirt,"her albumen leather miniskirt was my preferred abbreviated outfit of hers."kneeling before you and blow your creative thinker through your dick."I had no doubt she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the cerebration, I couldn't have thought of a better reinforcement myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those scanty,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the thinking, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can fix me tiffin,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad Captain James Cook, John Fitzgerald 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 practically it would turn me on.

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

President John F. Kennedy does know me very well. She's oblation me the perfective illusion, or exquisite abasement. 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 vitrine I couldn't ask for what I really wanted.

It may have been a bad motility, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in kick, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a au naturel Kennedy is only infinitesimally less good than a blowjob from John Fitzgerald Kennedy wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a sane fourth dimension, she hugged me and let me convalesce for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got lunch, she did ask me if I liked the former melodic theme and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty hurt ( as well as smart and pretty ) .