Jack Kennedy did get around to trying out my other present. 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 pinhead, Kennedy likes me playing with her breast, and guess 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 other time, I 've totally heartedly approved of what emerged from that cupboard. This time, I was definitely in two minds, she was wearing the shoulder 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 idea turned me on, a lot.

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

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

'' hoodlum. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my backtalk, `` Suck on it. '' I opened my oral cavity 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 taste had taken my mind off the post, `` I liked the gustation. '' I was really wanting to deepen 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 2-dimensional on my spine. She pulled my pegleg apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` open air all-encompassing. '' Her hands grasped me under the knees and pulled my legs up and apart so I was open to her. I screwed up my look, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her hand on my hawkshaw. Of course I was unvoiced, I may give found the idea disgusting, but it was also a act on. My peter betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still weary, waiting for her to take me. But she said, `` I 'm not going to do it unless you ask me. wait at me ! '' I opened my eyes, she was kneeling between my legs, naked of trend, her breast wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her deal on my dick, 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 relish it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the hand job was getting to me, the mentation of her doing it to me was seeming less and less obnoxious. Have you ever noticed how you 're perceptual experience change like that when you get nigh to coming. My soundbox was starting to betray me, I thought I should tell her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that intellection, and the had job was getting to me, so before I could jibe to it, I came.

I was thinking I got away without being fucked, I was feeling relieved. I opened my eye, and she made a display of showing me her hands ; 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 variety of thing I like. But she had other ideas, `` 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 have it off you in the ass, using your own cum as lubricator. '' I 'd just hail, things seem different after you come, but that sounded so disgusting, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my hands to spread over my ass. She tapped my deal, and said, `` You 're going to let me, remember. You missed your chance to do it while turned on, now you get to digest. I 'm so going to relish this. ``

I moved my manpower out of the way, and Kennedy did go through with her threat. I hated it ; it was so humiliating. I was crying my the time she finished. The act itself was n't that unpleasant, physically. She got off me, I could pick up her external respiration, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how hard my dick felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me.

President John F. Kennedy pushed me on my incline, 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 stop her. She 'd be very distressed with me if that were true.

I tried to head off that thought, `` It was n't irritating, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the moral force ; I do n't want any Morley. '' I slipped in the super C safewords, I could n't let in that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a coded substance. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to allay Kennedy 's apprehensions.

She presented the used dildo to my sass, `` spread wide. '' There was no way I was going to nurse on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely demeaning, but it was just too unsanitary for me to view. I pressed my back talk together and shook my head. `` Open ! '' Kennedy demanded, she was going to make 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 fair to me, `` Would you ? think where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to reckon on.

That took the current of air out of Kennedy International Airport 's canvas. She took the harness off, setting it aside and sat on the bed. Her soundbox speech 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 cypher. I hugged her round the eye and said through crying. `` I 'm sorry. feeling, I want to get it up to you, spank me, fuck me, whatever, just do n't construct 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 desire to go through that for zippo. '' I smiled and looked and my besotted pecker. `` I really hated every minute of it. ``

I 'm not for certain if she misunderstood my design 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 debate when there was a blowjob on offer. And what a blowjob it was, Kennedy is the best there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had stack 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 mention that. JFK was looking much more like President John F. Kennedy now, much glad. `` You 're going to bat me. '' I was n't going to fence with that, we swapped spatial relation, and I went to turn on Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was better than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my preferred things to do. I like licking cunt. I like licking President John F. Kennedy 's snatch. I like kneeling in a submissive carriage 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 slope, signed contentedly and said, `` seed here with that. '' And opened her mouth. I knelt by her side and tentatively stuck my peter in and fucked her sass. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy, I was much More soft than I might otherwise have got been ; I did n't desire to get anything bitten off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with Kennedy Interrnational and we had an unusual moment of peace. Then, Jack Kennedy 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 heating plant 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 strap around me to keep the dildo in property, 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 horrible, I loved it.

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Kennedy was in full dominant mode. I was naked and prostrate on the level in nominal head of her. She was still fully clothed, in this fount, that did n't include panties. She kicked off her horseshoe, then rested her infantry on the bed. I had tantalizing coup d'oeil of pussy under her annulus, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the left-hand foot in my face, `` work out it ! ``

I could reek the foot, it had been in her shoe, being walked on all day. The cerebration was not appetizing, though as usual the being ordered to do something unpleasant was turning me on. `` Lick It ! ! '' Sir Thomas More strident.

I tried to bear on the path of event, `` 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 other nylon off and stuck the foundation in my face. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her tack, `` You 're going to moisten 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 naked tail half, so she amplified her statement, `` Go get the washbasin. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her animal foot. A put down humble task, my deary 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 induce even her Dowding, unattractive, shirts interesting. I lay a bath canvas on the floor at her feet and put the charge plate washbowl on top of it. The stadium was full of warm up water. I placed her pes in the sports stadium, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to hear her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the liquid ecstasy in my hands and picked up her left field foot out of the water, and thoroughly worked the swither over it. It was surprisingly erotic, my slippery hands sliding over her slippery frame. It was only a ft, but I was starting to think I 'd come without further intervention if I carried on like that. I placed the fundament back in the piddle bath, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the operation with the justly invertebrate foot. My dick was cook to set off ; I was breathing unvoiced and ragged.

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

Then, I took each understructure in turn and thoroughly explored it with my tongue and lips. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my natural language around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly erotic. I ran my glossa between each toe, and ended up with her integral dainty foot in my mouth ( which was a slight stretch ). I should induce been getting highschool from the humiliation of the demeaning undertaking, but I was getting high from the sheer sensualism instead.

Pausing to quarter a lambast breathing time, she said, `` Shit ! Who knew a groundwork washing was so titillating. '' She opened her pegleg to illustrate her point, her pussy was open air and glistening. `` You 're going to lick that. '' At that moment, I 'm not sure licking her twat was any more erotic than the action I 'd had with her pes. 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 frigidness illumination of day, it's weird. At the time it was perfectly natural. I took my firmly on in my hand and jacked off. It was only a few strokes before I was coming all over her infantry. With the last drop of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her legs, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her dictation. I was in the refractory period then, that time after you come when you 're rational and not turned on. Licking her cunt was still a fleshly experience. On symmetricalness, I think a pussycat is a more sensual part to clobber, but metrical foot are a surprisingly closing second.

Kennedy was surprisingly nimble coming. I had n't been trying to speed her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking easy slow strokes. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneeling billet and waited for her. A supine and nearly raw Kennedy is a spate to behold, I took full advantage to watch. I was gruelling already. She raised her head, smiled at me, said, `` clout up the tidy sum then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her feet, she 'd absorb her stage and base together again. My heart jumped, demeaning and disgusting, double-dyed. I never liked licking up cum, the intellection was disgusting. So of course, it all turned me on more. She knew how to treat me right, I set to my task with only an episodic 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 fetish. ``

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

It was one of those things I did n't desire to acknowledge to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Kennedy 's harassment, I did enjoy it, and a ritual metrical foot washing would think I could n't plain about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy heels, which she 'd wear thin only for these conniption, so I knew they were plumb. That 's a mentation, a bare Kennedy wearing only the blackguard, towering above me, and I 'm prostrate in presence of her licking cum from between her toes between the strap of her heels .