Kennedy International Airport did get around to trying out my other present. We were both defenseless, and on Kennedy Interrnational 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying Kennedy 's titty, Kennedy likes me playing with her pinhead, and judge 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 early sentence, I 've altogether heartedly approved of what emerged from that closet. This clock time, I was definitely in two minds, she was wearing the strap on dildo I 'd bought for her, but she 'd never got around to using it on me. I 'd recount her I did n't want her to use it on me, and I meant that, but still the mind turned me on, a lot.

She stood in strawman of me ; I shook my head. The dildo was waving on my nerve. `` You do n't want it ? '' She questioned.

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

'' strong-armer. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my sass, `` sucking on it. '' I opened my mouth a bit, she pushed it inside ; it tasted of her. She must have been using it on herself. I moaned a bit. `` You seem to like that. ``

The penchant had taken my mind off the situation, `` I liked the gustatory modality. '' I was really wanting to exchange the outcome of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just taste 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 categorical on my backbone. She pulled my legs apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` Open all-embracing. '' Her helping hand grasped me under the knees and pulled my wooden leg up and apart so I was undecided to her. I screwed up my face, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her hired man on my hawkshaw. Of course I was heavily, I may have found the melodic theme disgusting, but it was also a turn on. My dick betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still weary, waiting for her to pick out 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 class, her titty wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her hand on my gumshoe, stroking me gently.

She continued to stroke me, and continued to goad me. `` You want it do n't you. '' I shook my head. `` You 'll really enjoy it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the hired hand job was getting to me, the thinking of her doing it to me was seeming to a lesser extent and less obnoxious. 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 tell her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that thought process, and the had job was getting to me, so before I could gibe to it, I came.

I was thinking I got away without being fucked, I was feeling relieved. I opened my center, and she made a display of showing me her workforce ; they were covered in my cum. Then, she rubbed the dildo with them, getting a good coat of cum on it. I was thinking she was going to get me to suck it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the sort of matter I like. But she had former ideas, `` Turn over. ``

I did n't screw what she was going to do, but I obeyed, without thinking about it much. Then she said, `` I 'm going to fuck you in the ass, using your own cum as lubricating substance. '' I 'd just come, things seem different after you come, but that sounded so disgusting, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my hands to cover my ass. She tapped my bridge player, and said, `` You 're going to let me, remember. You missed your luck to do it while turned on, now you get to stick out. I 'm so going to enjoy this. ``

I moved my paw out of the way, and President Kennedy did go through with her menace. I hated it ; it was so mortify. I was crying my the time she finished. The act itself was n't that unpleasant, physically. She got off me, I could hear her ventilation, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how hard my putz felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy pushed me on my slope, and saw my snag. `` 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 arrest her. She 'd be very distressed with me if that were true.

I tried to point off that thought, `` It was n't painful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't desire any Morley. '' I slipped in the greens safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a coded message. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to ease Kennedy 's apprehensions.

She presented the used dildo to my lips, `` Open broad. '' There was no way I was going to absorb on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely humbling, but it was just too unsanitary for me to view. I pressed my lips together and shook my oral sex. `` Open ! '' Kennedy International Airport demanded, she was going to realize me.

So I blurted out, `` Phlogiston ! '' The safeword.

President Kennedy paused, and looked puzzled. `` You 'd let me do that, but use the safeword now ? ``

It seemed sensible to me, `` Would you ? Think where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to think on.

That took the idle words out of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's canvas. 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 sure which was worse, I 'd upset Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for nothing. I hugged her round the middle and said through tears. `` I 'm sorry. Look, I want to make it up to you, spank me, bonk me, whatever, just do n't crap me eat it. ``

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

I tried to assure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't want to go through that for aught. '' I smiled and looked and my corpse 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 blowjob. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in front of me. I was n't going to argue when there was a blowjob on offering. And what a blowjob it was, President John F. Kennedy is the right there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had spate to equate 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 refer that. Jack Kennedy was looking much more like Kennedy now, much well-chosen. `` You 're going to solve me. '' I was n't going to indicate with that, we swapped positions, and I went to forge on Jack Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was skilful than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my favorite things to do. I like licking pussy. I like licking President Kennedy 's puss. I like kneeling in a slavish 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 side of meat, signed contentedly and said, `` semen here with that. '' And opened her mouth. I knelt by her side and tentatively beat my prick in and fucked her mouth. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy, I was much to a greater extent assuage than I might otherwise birth been ; I did n't want to get anything seize with teeth off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with JFK and we had an unusual here and now of peace. Then, Kennedy Interrnational decided on what was side by side, she 'd decided I only deserved one blowjob for using the safeword ; I had n't actually suffered. She chided me for not using the yellow safeword instead. In the heat of the moment, I 'd just panicked and gone for the safe option.

My penalisation for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This time, she left it there, and fastened the shoulder strap around me to keep the dildo in piazza, while I went down on her. I almost came from just that, but after she came, she had me roll in the hay her, with the dildo still strapped in my ass. I did fare immediately. Then, she had me lick that up. It was really horrible, I loved it.

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Kennedy was in wide-cut dominant mode. I was naked and prostrate on the floor in front of her. She was still fully clothed, in this case, that did n't let in pantie. She kicked off her skid, then rested her understructure on the bed. I had tantalizing glimpse of pussy under her doll, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the left base in my fount, `` Lick it ! ``

I could smell the foot, it had been in her shoe, being walked on all day. The view was not appetizing, though as common the being ordered to do something unpleasant was turning me on. `` salt lick It ! ! '' More strident.

I tried to impress the course of events, `` I do n't want to, if you catch my aether drift. '' I tried to use the 'yellow'safeword, that I 'd never previously employed. Kennedy paused. Then carried on, she peeled the early nylon off and stuck the invertebrate foot in my side. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her mainsheet, `` You 're going to wash out my feet. '' With that, she pulled her wench down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her defenseless bottom one-half, so she amplified her statement, `` Go get the washbasin. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to rinse her pes. A demeaning lowly task, my favorite sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back John Fitzgerald Kennedy had unbuttoned the release on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could make even her dowdy, unattractive, shirts interesting. I lay a bath sheet on the floor at her feet and put the charge card lavatory on top of it. The bowl was full-of-the-moon of strong H2O. I placed her feet in the pipe bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to hear her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the soap in my workforce and picked up her get out invertebrate foot out of the water, and thoroughly worked the fret over it. It was surprisingly titillating, my tricky hands sliding over her slippery chassis. It was only a pes, but I was starting to think I 'd derive without boost intervention if I carried on like that. I placed the foot back in the water bath, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the unconscious process with the right foot. My dick was set up to blow up ; I was breathing hard and ragged.

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

Then, I took each foot in turn and thoroughly explored it with my tongue and sass. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my natural language around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly erotic. I ran my spit between each toe, and ended up with her intact prim foot in my mouth ( which was a slight reaching ). I should have been getting gamey from the mortification of the demeaning project, but I was getting highschool from the sheer sensuality instead.

Pausing to draw a bother breath, she said, `` Shit ! Who knew a foot washing was so erotic. '' She opened her legs to instance her point, her kitty was open and glistening. `` You 're going to lick that. '' At that present moment, I 'm not sure licking her pussy was any more erotic than the action I 'd had with her feet. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my feet. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky development, thinking about it in the cold light of day, it's Weird. At the sentence it was perfectly instinctive. I took my hard on in my helping hand and jacked off. It was only a few solidus before I was coming all over her feet. With the 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 period then, that fourth dimension after you come when you 're rational and not turned on. Licking her pussy was still a sensual experience. On Balance, I think a pussy is a more sensual part to lick, but feet are a surprisingly close second.

Kennedy Interrnational was surprisingly prompt coming. I had n't been trying to hurry her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking easy sluggish strokes. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneeling office and waited for her. A supine and nearly naked President John F. Kennedy is a sight to behold, I took full advantage to watch. I was hard already. She raised her head, smiled at me, said, `` lap up the muss then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her substructure, she 'd drawn her legs and feet together again. My spirit 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 the right way, I set to my task with only an occasional ticklish giggle from Kennedy.

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

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

It was one of those things I did n't want to allow to enjoying. Unlike a lot of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's torments, I did enjoy it, and a rite foot washing would mean I could n't plain about the hygienics. She even bought some opened toed strappy heels, which she 'd wear only for these scenes, so I knew they were plumb. That 's a thought, a naked Jack Kennedy wearing only the heels, towering above me, and I 'm prostrate in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the shoulder strap of her cad .