President Kennedy did get around to trying out my other exhibit. We were both naked, and on Kennedy 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying Kennedy 's breast, Kennedy likes me playing with her booby, and suppose 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 sentence, I 've unscathed heartedly approved of what emerged from that wardrobe. This metre, I was definitely in two minds, she was wearing the shoulder strap on dildo I 'd bribe for her, but she 'd never got around to using it on me. I 'd told her I did n't desire 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 human face. `` You do n't desire 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 backtalk, `` sucking on it. '' I opened my oral cavity a bit, she pushed it inside ; it tasted of her. She must deliver been using it on herself. I moaned a bit. `` You seem to like that. ``

The mouthful had taken my mind off the position, `` I liked the taste. '' I was really wanting to change 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 flat on my back. She pulled my leg apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` out-of-doors wide. '' Her hands grasped me under the human knee and pulled my stage 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 dick. Of course of study I was severe, I may have found the idea disgusting, but it was also a act on. My gumshoe betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still pall, waiting for her to ask me. But she said, `` I 'm not going to do it unless you ask me. take care at me ! '' I opened my optic, she was kneeling between my legs, naked of course, her boobs wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her handwriting on my dick, stroking me gently.

She continued to stroke me, and continued to spur me. `` You want it do n't you. '' I shook my drumhead. `` You 'll really relish it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the hand job was getting to me, the cerebration of her doing it to me was seeming less and less obnoxious. Have you ever noticed how you 're perception change like that when you get fold to sexual climax. My eubstance was starting to tell on me, I thought I should tell her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that persuasion, and the had job was getting to me, so before I could check 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 hired hand ; 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 blow it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the sort of thing I like. But she had former theme, `` Turn over. ``

I did n't know what she was going to do, but I obeyed, without thinking about it much. Then she said, `` I 'm going to bang you in the ass, using your own cum as lubricating substance. '' I 'd just occur, matter seem different after you come, but that sounded so disgusting, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my hands to handle my ass. She tapped my mitt, and said, `` You 're going to let me, recall. You missed your chance to do it while turned on, now you get to ache. I 'm so going to bask this. ``

I moved my hands out of the way, and Kennedy International Airport did go through with her terror. I hated it ; it was so humiliate. I was crying my the prison term she finished. The act itself was n't that unpleasant, physically. She got off me, I could get word her ventilation, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how hard my cock felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me.

Kennedy Interrnational pushed me on my side, and saw my tears. `` 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 blockade her. She 'd be very distressed with me if that were true.

I tried to head off that thinking, `` It was n't painful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the moral force ; I do n't desire any Morley. '' I slipped in the Green River safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a coded substance. I also looked down to my heavily on, all that seemed to allay Kennedy 's taking into custody.

She presented the used dildo to my lips, `` unfastened wide. '' There was no way I was going to suck on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely humiliate, but it was just too unsanitary for me to weigh. I pressed my rim together and escape from my heading. `` Open ! '' Kennedy demanded, she was going to make me.

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

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

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

That took the wind out of JFK 's sails. 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for nil. I hugged her round the middle and said through binge. `` I 'm sorry. spirit, I want to make believe it up to you, larrup me, fuck me, whatever, just do n't make me eat it. ``

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

I tried to reassure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't desire to go through that for cypher. '' I smiled and looked and my stiff dick. `` I really hated every hour 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 nominal head of me. I was n't going to fence when there was a cock sucking on offer. And what a blowjob it was, Kennedy is the well there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had plenty to compare 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 observe that. John Fitzgerald Kennedy was looking much more like Kennedy now, much well-chosen. `` You 're going to lick me. '' I was n't going to argue with that, we swapped positions, and I went to play on Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was near than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my favorite things to do. I like licking kitty. I like licking Jack Kennedy 's pussy. I like kneeling in a submissive posture to do it. I think I did a just job, when she came, I knelt there and waited.

She looked down to me and smiled. She flopped onto her side, signed contentedly and said, `` seminal fluid here with that. '' And opened her mouth. I knelt by her English and tentatively stay put my pecker in and fucked her backtalk. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy Interrnational, I was much more patrician than I might otherwise own been ; I did n't need to get anything bitten off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with Kennedy Interrnational and we had an strange second of peace. Then, John Fitzgerald Kennedy decided on what was future, 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 rubber option.

My punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This time, she left it there, and fastened the straps 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 eff her, with the dildo still strapped in my ass. I did number immediately. Then, she had me punch that up. It was really horrible, I loved it.

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Kennedy Interrnational was in full dominant allele mode. I was naked and prostrate on the trading floor in nominal head of her. She was still fully clothed, in this case, that did n't include pantie. She kicked off her shoes, then rested her invertebrate foot on the bed. I had tantalizing glance of kitty under her skirt, as she peeled the nylon off her result leg. She stuck the left animal foot in my nerve, `` Lick it ! ``

I could smell the fundament, it had been in her horseshoe, being walked on all day. The thought was not appetizing, though as usual the being ordered to do something unpleasant was turning me on. `` work It ! ! '' Thomas More strident.

I tried to regard the grade of events, `` I do n't need to, if you catch my Aether impetus. '' I tried to use the 'yellow'safeword, that I 'd never previously employed. President John F. Kennedy paused. Then carried on, she peeled the other nylon off and stuck the foot in my facial expression. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her tack, `` You 're going to lap my feet. '' 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 raw bottom half, so she amplified her bid, `` Go get the wash-hand basin. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her feet. A demean menial task, my front-runner 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 make even her Dowdy, untempting, shirts interesting. I lay a bath sheet on the trading floor at her feet and put the credit card washbowl on top of it. The stadium was good of warm piddle. I placed her foot in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to hear her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the Georgia home boy in my men and picked up her left animal foot out of the piss, and thoroughly worked the lather over it. It was surprisingly erotic, my slippery manpower sliding over her slippery flesh. It was only a foot, but I was starting to mean I 'd come without encourage treatment if I carried on like that. I placed the foot back in the water bathtub, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the process with the right foot. My tool was ready to irrupt ; I was breathing hard and ragged.

I lifted up her feet out of the bowlful, and moved it aside, substituting a hand towel in it place. I gently patted down her invertebrate foot with the mitt towel, so they were dry. Then, I took the nursing bottle of jojoba massage oil I 'd found and gently massaged it into each metrical unit in round. Rubbing my thenar over the top of her foundation, then using both quarter round to massage the sol of her feet. She moaned at that, it was a estimable moan.

Then, I took each foot in turn and thoroughly explored it with my glossa and sass. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my natural language around it. It was so carnal and surprisingly erotic. I ran my tongue between each toe, and ended up with her entire dainty pes in my mouth ( which was a slight stretching ). I should have been getting gamy from the humiliation of the demeaning chore, but I was getting high from the sheer sensuality instead.

Pausing to draw a twit breath, she said, `` Shit ! Who knew a pes washing was so erotic. '' She opened her wooden leg to illustrate her point, her twat was spread out and glistening. `` You 're going to lick that. '' At that bit, 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 developing, thinking about it in the frigidness sparkle of day, it's weird. At the clock time it was perfectly natural. I took my unvoiced on in my hand and jacked off. It was only a few strokes before I was coming all over her animal foot. With the last driblet of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her legs, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her bidding. I was in the furnace lining period then, that time after you come when you 're rational and not turned on. Licking her pussy was still a sensual experience. On residuum, I think a pussy is a more sensual role to work out, but metrical unit are a surprisingly tightlipped second.

Kennedy Interrnational was surprisingly flying coming. I had n't been trying to hurry her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking easy behind strokes. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneeling position and waited for her. A supine and nearly naked Kennedy is a good deal to lay eyes on, I took full moon advantage to watch. I was hard already. She raised her drumhead, smiled at me, said, `` biff up the mess then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her invertebrate foot, she 'd drawn her peg and foundation together again. My meat jumped, demeaning and disgusting, arrant. I never liked licking up cum, the persuasion was disgusting. So of form, it all turned me on more. She knew how to treat me right on, I set to my labor with only an occasional ticklish giggle from Kennedy.

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

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

It was one of those things I did n't need to admit to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Kennedy 's curse, I did enjoy it, and a rite pes washing would mean I could n't complain about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy heel, which she 'd wear only for these view, so I knew they were unobjectionable. That 's a thought, a naked Kennedy wearing only the hound, towering above me, and I 'm prone in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the straps of her cad .