As I said, most of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking amazing. Though now we'd worked out our turn ons, she felt absolve to be her predominant self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the mood. We had plenty of straight vanilla sex, then there were those episode where Kennedy International Airport was more dominant or humiliated me. What with my proclivity, that would be somewhere between a big routine on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her humor in the rest of the mankind. If she got into an statement with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd select that out on me later. Then there was her work in the porn industry. That was both a source of hot pants and thwarting for her. It was a big germ of frustration for her as it was a male person dominated macrocosm, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The girls are just plus to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would boil over and Kennedy would"take her work domicile"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turn on, as well as very painful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the decimal point of this story.

On the former hand, we could have some really awing sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performing artist, when"off responsibility,"are really vanilla. They just want to birth sex and entail it, not do. We were working together for about two old age, and `` friends with benefit '' for about 18 month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a thousand fucking or early sex. How do you select just one or two to compose about ?

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One memorable encounter is one time when I was working out in the even. I 've always worked out, just to be sizeable, but once I took up with Kennedy Interrnational, it became breeding, so I could keep up.

I got a typical textbook from 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 Interrnational wanted I was going to enjoy, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Jack Kennedy 's place. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment apartment. President Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straight person stab from her presence door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty pace to her, she turns her chairperson round to look me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark grey hanker dame. I note she 's not wearing the common sensible horseshoe, any hose or panties, 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 direction 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 ). She likes it even more that she can draw me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and contract off all my clobber, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her review. 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 knees in front of her ready to get to work. That kind of study, I really do love. But, she has an surrogate design, she waves me back on my substructure, then to advance to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprisal, I love that, Kennedy is the inviolable best asshole. I know, I have plenty to equate 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 knees started giving way. I did n't want to shake up Kennedy, she was n't going to wish that, and I did n't want the blowjob to break. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy International Airport kept blowing me. It did n't remove her long to finish me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to regain from that, I hear Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knee joint again, and this meter 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 blowjob, but even in this condition, I still really like licking puss ; 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 sentence, that agrees with JFK, sometimes she 's Thomas More impatient and has a variety of more or less painful ways to tell me to speed thing up. She 's writhing around in her chairwoman, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the annulus back over my head, but that and the moans are good signboard. 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 happen, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de seemliness and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her leg and hold for her to act. Eventually, she lifts the dame off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boobs. I 'd like to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in battlefront of her and the bed the other side of the desk. We 've done a form of sex Acts of the Apostles on each of those pieces of furniture. Not to cite the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and William Tell me, `` avail me to the bed and have intercourse me. '' Simple, soft, hone for me. She gets up a bit unsteadily, and I help her. She discards the chick and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back on the bed, her branch open. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to wish it as well.

So I get between her pegleg and start up fucking her, perfect. We 'd both come recently, so I take this easy and build up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her design with the cock sucking, slow me down. Kennedy International Airport warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This time I can see her playing with her boobs. That 's hot, I 'd still have it away to get me some of that. It does n't hold her retentive to follow ; she must own 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 different, but I do n't argue and get hold of 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 pacing, rapidly getting to my orgasm. 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 President John F. Kennedy, and have a font full of breast. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON Kennedy International Airport .'I did n't opine she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the head, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's decent. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

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

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to sound cool, but I 'm really glad 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 kip, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me home base, 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 boobs into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't know anyone else who 'd disclose into my room in the morning just to jack me off. I was also closing curtain to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round to face up her, and drags my deal 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 time. Then she gets up, put on her clothes and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did put to work out what that was about. A `` drive by '' fuck in the morning was n't strange, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a text late at dark, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to debate, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knock, but could n't convey myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint voice replied, `` Yeah. '' So I walked into her studio apartment. 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 ramification 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 tough. I was n't going to require long, but Kennedy was even ready. 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 induce 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 up off to, but Kennedy had me in use so very much I needed to repose when she did n't name, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt JFK pushing down on top of my school principal. That was a moderately banner way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could narrate she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's good because slightly cold morn slit is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. Kennedy 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 in force for me. The glad realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last nighttime filtered through to my brain, along with the gustatory perception of Kennedy 's kitty-cat, and the fact that she 'd go forth me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take upkeep of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the can 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 good with me. So I'm really toilsome, and just lying there uncovered.

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

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, span my headland, and gets on top of me in the soixante-neuf position. If I had n't had a kitty in my face, there would take in been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a favorite ). This time it seems to be for her benefit, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's unmanageable to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her sassing on my dick. While having your dick in Kennedy's oral cavity tends to the head blowing, she wasn't very alive so I could just about keep my idea 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 off. I take it as a good polarity when she stops doing anything to me ; my peter was still in her lip so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her good weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that grievous, so I can place upright that, but my submissive face really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a au naturel Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing cock sucking, and this was no exception. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really wound up already, and Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my face, in a rather rife way, I didn't stand a luck. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my face and wiggled her pussy on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully treasure that. Then she got up, and started putting on her apparel. 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 revery of being kept as a sex hard worker by her, then she added the pragmatic instructions,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Jack Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little body of work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off things and my intemperately on would droop. So I watched a few of Kennedy's television on the laptop computer. That kept me hard, watching John Fitzgerald Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of unlike ways. I didn't jack off much though, Kennedy would be tempestuous if I came without her, and I 'm for sure I could please her Sir Thomas More if I lasted longer when she did come in back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the doorway unfold, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for President John F. Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her bird to pull out her scanty 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 farseeing to come.

She got off me, again somewhat uncertainly. 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 forget, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any body of work done ?"I shook my read/write 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 well-nigh erotically of Kennedy International Airport. I did try to do some work, lying on President Kennedy's bed, au naturel, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did manage to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door opening again. This prison term I'm lying 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 moments of contemplation, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't specific about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly precaution. This was looking skilful for me."I could put on the mini,"her Caucasian leather miniskirt was my ducky reduce outfit of hers."kneeling before you and blow your psyche 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 better reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those step-in,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her intimate apparel as a chagrin before, I was mortified at the thought, and so bend on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the speckle."Then you can clear me luncheon,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad Captain Cook, Kennedy is. My subservient 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 dejeuner, and attend me from under the counter."I liked that as well, I get to kneel, naked, under the comeback, while Kennedy sat on the stool and ate her luncheon, 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 consummate 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 compositor's case I couldn't ask for what I really wanted.

It may stimulate been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in burster, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the turnout for my welfare. But, a blowjob from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally less good 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 reclaim for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got lunch, she did ask me if I liked the early idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible estimation. I hoped she understood the subtext of my exuberance for it. She's pretty smarting ( as well as smartness and pretty ) .