As I said, to the highest degree of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we'd worked out our turning ons, she felt innocent to be her dominant self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the climate. We had good deal of straight vanilla sex, then there were those episode where Kennedy was more predominant or humiliated me. What with my proclivities, that would be somewhere between a big good turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her modality in the relaxation of the humanity. If she got into an argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her body of work in the porn industry. That was both a generator of horniness and foiling for her. It was a big reservoir of frustration for her as it was a Male dominated world, where the girl's sentiment are neither solicited or heard. The female child are just assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would boil over and Jack Kennedy would"take her piece of work nursing home"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 percentage point of this story.

On the former script, we could possess some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performer, when"off tariff,"are really vanilla extract. They just want to hold sex and mean it, not perform. We were working together for about two yr, and `` friends with welfare '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a thousand nookie or other sex. How do you select just one or two to write about ?

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

I got a typical text 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 row, showering was now unmanageable. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to revel, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's storage locker room without anyone seeing the firmly on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to 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. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straight barb from her strawman doorway through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the XX paces to her, she turns her chair rhythm to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the common, tartan shirt and obscure Second Earl Grey long dame. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible brake shoe, any hose or panties, she 'd got fix 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 twat. But maiden, she wants me to dismantle off, she nods in the counsel of my privates, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of path ). She likes it even more that she can wee-wee me do it with such pernicious commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and call for off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally punishing of course. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of course of study, 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 end of her ready to get to exploit. That variety of work, I really do eff. But, she has an replacement 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, John Fitzgerald Kennedy is the rank unspoilt SOB. I know, I have plenty to liken 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 knee started giving way. I did n't want to disturb Kennedy, she was n't going to care that, and I did n't require the cock sucking to turn back. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her prospicient 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 JFK clearing her throat. She 's raised her doll again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my genu again, and this time I got to actually go down on Kennedy International Airport. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit groggy from the blowjob, but even in this condition, I still really like licking slit ; it 's very fleshly. It 's also going to turn me back on in a hurry.

I want to bask myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This sentence, that agrees with Jack Kennedy, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a variety of more or less painful ways to tell me to travel rapidly affair up. She 's writhing around in her hot seat, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the annulus back over my promontory, but that and the groan are respectable polarity. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a pussy does that to me. I 'm getting turned on decent, I want something to happen, so I speed thing up and go for the coupe de good will and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my posture between her legs and wait for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the annulus off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boobs. I 'd wish to get me some of that as well. She looks at the lounge behind her, the desk in front of her and the bed the former side of the desk. We 've done a miscellanea of sex acts on each of those pieces of article of furniture. Not to mention the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and William Tell me, `` Help me to the bed and fuck me. '' simpleton, easy, perfect 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 binding on the bed, her ramification exposed. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her peg and bulge out fucking her, thoroughgoing. We 'd both get recently, so I take this slow and build up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the cock sucking, slow me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This meter I can see her playing with her boobs. That 's hot, I 'd still love to get me some of that. It does n't fill her long to come ; she must have 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 block up ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't contend and take up fucking her again.

She hardly seems to let 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 time I do n't break, 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 trip, coming together.

I 'm lying on Kennedy Interrnational, and have a expression to the full of boob. That 's adept. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON KENNEDY .'I did n't think she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a handwriting pats me gently on the head, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's golden. She hugs me, that 's skillful. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na stick ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay put the Nox before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its prissy waking up next to her, and she 'll usually want more later. That 's practiced 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 await forward to. I did get to do it her again before we went to sleep, and then she had me go down on her when we woke up. Then she sent me home, still horny.

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One weird one was when I woke up to clear there was a paw on my pecker, jacking me off. As the fog of rest cleared, I could experience her behind me, pressing her boobs into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't know anyone else who 'd break off into my room in the morning just to jack up me off. I was also finish to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me unit of ammunition to look her, and hang back my hand 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 metre. Then she gets up, put option on her clothes and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did influence out what that was about. A `` driveway by '' piece of tail in the morning was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the clip I got a textbook late at night, `` Fuck me then go - President Kennedy. '' 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 bust in on her. So I knocked, and a light-headed 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 stage open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was ready for this, I was quick for this, so I went at it punishing. I was n't going to take long, but Kennedy was even prompt. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Jack Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side of meat, 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 memory I 'd jacklight off to, but Kennedy had me in use so often I needed to lie 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 pushing down on top of my head. That was a somewhat standard way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could say she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's good because slightly stale morning snatch 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 exhibitioner, and told me,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked beneficial for me. The happy actualisation that I 'd, unusually, stayed over endure dark filtered through to my psyche, along with the taste of Kennedy 's kitty-cat, and the fact that she 'd allow me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take precaution 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 International Airport had would be undecomposed with me. So I'm really voiceless, and just lying there uncovered.

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

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, straddles my nous, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine situation. If I had n't had a pussy in my face, there would deliver been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a deary ). This time it seems to be for her benefit, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's hard to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her sass on my tool. While having your dick in Kennedy's mouth tends to the judgement blowing, she wasn't very combat-ready so I could just about go along my mind on my chore. 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 skillful sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my prick was still in her mouthpiece so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full weighting on top of me.

Jack Kennedy is not that heavy, so I can stand that, but my submissive side of meat really loves that, and it's really rather titillating being squashed by a bare Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Kennedy International Airport 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 wound up already, and Kennedy International Airport was after something, and she's rubbing her kitty-cat all over my face, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a opportunity. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my grimace and wiggled her kitty on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully appreciate 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 naked and hard when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my daydream of being kept as a sex striver by her, then she added the practical instructions,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was bonnie comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off matter and my knockout on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me strong, watching Kennedy get fucked in a people of dissimilar ways. I didn't jack off a great deal though, Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm sure I could please her Sir Thomas More if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the room access subject, and I hurriedly put the laptop computer down waited for Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her skirt to perpetrate her step-in down. Then, again without a Word, climbed on the bed, and onto my aspect, this clock time facing the former way, so I got to digest on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her recollective to come.

She got off me, again somewhat uncertainly. She picked up her pantie 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 head and indicated to my tight prick. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on piece of work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite dampen. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of Kennedy Interrnational. I did try to do some work, lying on Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did carry off to crop to some extent.

I was shaken from my daydream by the door opening again. This fourth dimension I'm prevarication there, her panty in one deal, and working one handed with the other. My dick wasn't particularly loaded, 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 care. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her white leather mini was my best-loved abbreviated kit of hers."Kneel before you and blow your psyche through your dick."I had no question she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the intellection, I couldn't have thought of a advantageously reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those panty,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the persuasion, and so turn on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the dapple."Then you can earn me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, John Fitzgerald Kennedy is. My submissive side likes doing thing like that for her,"while I sit and laugh at you."I blushed as I realized how humiliating that would be and how very much it would ferment me on.

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

Kennedy Interrnational does have a go at it me very well. She's offer me the stark fancy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might cause leaned towards the lunch and all it entailed, but I couldn't admit to that. She looked questioning,"wellspring ?"

I couldn't say, so I said,"I like it when you decide."I do, but in this case I couldn't ask for what I really wanted.

It may possess been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in rush, if she was President Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally less good than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the wench. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a fair fourth dimension, she hugged me and let me recover 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 estimate and I protested vigorously that it was a atrocious mind. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty overbold ( as well as smart and pretty ) .