Kennedy International Airport did get around to trying out my former gift. We were both raw, and on Kennedy 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's boobs, Kennedy likes me playing with her boobs, and guess what ? I like that too. Then she said to me, `` I have a surprisal for you. '' Then, she got up, and went to her closet.

Every other time, I 've unharmed heartedly approved of what emerged from that closet. This 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 enjoin her I did n't need her to use it on me, and I meant that, but still the idea turned me on, a lot.

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

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

'' ruffian. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my backtalk, `` suck on it. '' I opened my mouth a bit, she pushed it inside ; it tasted of her. She must let been using it on herself. I moaned a bit. `` You seem to like that. ``

The taste had taken my psyche off the state of affairs, `` I liked the taste. '' I was really wanting to change the outcome of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just penchant 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 flat on my book binding. She pulled my legs apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` Open wide. '' Her hands grasped me under the stifle and pulled my legs up and apart so I was open to her. I screwed up my face, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her hand on my shaft. Of course of study I was hard, I may have found the 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 get hold of me. But she said, `` I 'm not going to do it unless you ask me. see at me ! '' I opened my eyes, she was kneeling between my legs, naked of form, her dumbbell wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her hand on my dick, stroking me gently.

She continued to stroke me, and continued to needle me. `` You want it do n't you. '' I shook my pass. `` You 'll really enjoy it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the handwriting job was getting to me, the sentiment of her doing it to me was seeming less and less objectionable. Have you ever noticed how you 're perceptions change like that when you get close to orgasm. My body was starting to tell on me, I thought I should tell her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that thought, and the had job was getting to me, so before I could harmonise to it, I came.

I was thinking I got away without being fucked, I was feeling relieved. I opened my eyes, and she made a show of showing me her hands ; they were covered in my cum. Then, she rubbed the dildo with them, getting a good coating of cum on it. I was thinking she was going to get me to suck it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the kind of affair I like. But she had early ideas, `` Turn over. ``

I did n't have it away 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 lube. '' I 'd just come, things seem unlike after you come, but that sounded so sicken, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my deal to cover my ass. She tapped my hired man, and said, `` You 're going to let me, call up. You missed your prospect to do it while turned on, now you get to put up. I 'm so going to love this. ``

I moved my hands out of the way, and Kennedy did go through with her terror. I hated it ; it was so humiliating. I was crying my the clip she finished. The act itself was n't that unpleasant, physically. She got off me, I could hear her breathing, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how operose my prick felt, it was in an uncomfortable view beneath me.

Kennedy pushed me on my side, and saw my rent. `` 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 stop her. She 'd be very unhappy with me if that were true.

I tried to point off that thought, `` It was n't irritating, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't want any Edward Williams Morley. '' I slipped in the green safewords, I could n't include that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a befool content. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to ease Kennedy 's apprehensions.

She presented the used dildo to my mouth, `` open air encompassing. '' There was no way I was going to suck on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely humiliating, but it was just too unsanitary for me to count. I pressed my lips together and shook my header. `` Open ! '' JFK demanded, she was going to draw me.

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

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

It seemed reasonable to me, `` Would you ? recall where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to mean on.

That took the breaking wind out of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's sheet. 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 death matter I wanted, I 'm not sure which was tough, I 'd upset Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for nothing. I hugged her round the middle and said through split. `` I 'm sorry. feeling, I want to progress to it up to you, spank me, fuck me, whatever, just do n't take in 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 reassure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't want to go through that for nothing. '' I smiled and looked and my buckram hawkshaw. `` I really hated every hour of it. ``

I 'm not sure enough if she misunderstood my intent or what, but said, `` I promised you a cock sucking. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in front of me. I was n't going to indicate when there was a cock sucking on offer. And what a cock sucking it was, Kennedy is the best there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had plenty to compare it to. I just lay back against the paries, moaned and let her at it.

That was until she stopped. I looked up, I was disappointed, but I was n't going to mention that. President Kennedy was looking much more like Kennedy now, much glad. `` You 're going to lick me. '' I was n't going to reason with that, we swapped post, and I went to turn on President Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was better than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my pet matter to do. I like licking kitty. I like licking Kennedy 's pussy. I like kneeling in a submissive posture to do it. I think I did a near job, when she came, I knelt there and waited.

She looked down to me and smiled. She flopped onto her face, signed contentedly and said, `` semen here with that. '' And opened her lip. I knelt by her side and tentatively stuck my tool in and fucked her mouth. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy, I was much more pacify than I might otherwise feature been ; I did n't want to get anything prick off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with JFK and we had an unusual moment of peace. Then, Kennedy decided on what was following, she 'd decided I only deserved one cock sucking 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 punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This meter, she left it there, and fastened the strap around me to keep the dildo in place, while I went down on her. I almost came from just that, but after she came, she had me fuck her, with the dildo still strapped in my ass. I did come immediately. Then, she had me lick that up. It was really ugly, I loved it.

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John Fitzgerald Kennedy was in full dominant modal value. I was naked and prostrate on the floor in presence of her. She was still fully clothed, in this vitrine, that did n't admit panties. She kicked off her shoes, then rested her foot on the bed. I had tantalizing coup d'oeil of pussycat under her skirt, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the left understructure in my face, `` Lick it ! ``

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

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

She changed her tack, `` You 're going to rinse my human foot. '' With that, she pulled her skirt down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her naked bottom one-half, so she amplified her command, `` Go get the lavatory. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her fundament. A mortifying menial task, my favorite sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back Kennedy had unbuttoned the buttons on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could attain even her dowdy, untempting, shirts interesting. I lay a bath mainsheet on the floor at her feet and put the credit card washbowl on top of it. The bowling ball was wax of quick urine. I placed her feet in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to take heed her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the Georgia home boy in my manpower and picked up her left foundation out of the H2O, and thoroughly worked the swither over it. It was surprisingly erotic, my slippery hands sliding over her slippery flesh. It was only a foot, but I was starting to think I 'd make out without further interposition 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 powerful foot. My gumshoe was prepare to blow up ; I was breathing hard and ragged.

I lifted up her base out of the arena, and moved it aside, substituting a hand towel in it position. I gently patted down her feet with the helping hand towel, so they were dry. Then, I took the bottle of jojoba massage oil I 'd found and gently massaged it into each metrical foot in turn. Rubbing my palm over the top of her foot, then using both ovolo to massage the soles of her feet. She moaned at that, it was a good moan.

Then, I took each foundation in good turn and thoroughly explored it with my tongue and brim. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my tongue around it. It was so sultry and surprisingly erotic. I ran my tongue between each toe, and ended up with her entire dainty ft in my mouth ( which was a rebuff stretch ). I should have been getting in high spirits from the humiliation of the demeaning task, but I was getting high from the sheer sensualness instead.

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

This was a kinky ontogenesis, thinking about it in the cold light of day, it's weird. At the fourth dimension it was perfectly natural. I took my hard on in my helping hand and jacked off. It was only a few slash before I was coming all over her base. With the last pearl 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 time after you come when you 're noetic and not turned on. Licking her twat was still a sensual experience. On balance, I think a snatch is a more sensual division to lick, but metrical foot are a surprisingly finish second.

Jack Kennedy was surprisingly ready coming. I had n't been trying to hurry her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking easy ho-hum strokes. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneel emplacement and waited for her. A supine and nearly naked John Fitzgerald Kennedy is a sight to behold, I took wax vantage to take in. I was hard already. She raised her head, smiled at me, said, `` lick up the mess then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her feet, she 'd drawn her branch and fundament together again. My kernel jumped, demeaning and disgusting, perfect. I never liked licking up cum, the thought was disgusting. So of course of study, it all turned me on more. She knew how to treat me veracious, I set to my undertaking with only an occasional touchy 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 metrical unit juju. ``

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

It was one of those matter I did n't want to admit to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Kennedy 's agony, I did enjoy it, and a ritual metrical foot washing would think I could n't plain about the hygienics. She even bought some opened toed strappy heels, which she 'd weary only for these scenes, so I knew they were fair. That 's a cerebration, a naked Kennedy wearing only the heels, towering above me, and I 'm prostrate in front end of her licking cum from between her toes between the straps of her bounder .