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 good turn ons, she felt free to be her dominant self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the mood. We had plenty of straight vanilla sex, then there were those sequence where Kennedy was more rife or humiliated me. What with my proclivities, that would be somewhere between a big turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would observe her mood in the rest of the mankind. If she got into an argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd involve that out on me later. Then there was her workplace in the smut industry. That was both a beginning of horniness and frustration for her. It was a big root of frustration for her as it was a male dominated creation, where the girl's feeling 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 Kennedy would"take her work base"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 point of this story.

On the early hired man, we could have some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performers, when"off obligation,"are really vanilla. They just want to make sex and stand for it, not perform. We were working together for about two long time, and `` friends with benefit '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 daylight, so I 'd guess around a G fucks or other sex. How do you select just one or two to publish 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 President Kennedy, it became training, so I could retain up.

I got a typical text from JFK : `` seminal fluid here - Jack Kennedy. ``

I was all sweaty, so I texted back, `` I 'm in the gym. ``

To which she replied, `` shower bath first. '' That 's Kennedy, exacting. Of course of instruction, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to enjoy, at to the lowest degree in some way. Now, I had to shower down in the guy 's locker elbow room without anyone seeing the concentrated on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to President Kennedy 's topographic point. The room access was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her shout out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio flat. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a true shot from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty gait to her, she turns her death chair round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and drear grey foresighted wench. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or panties, she 'd got set for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the counseling of her pussycat. But first, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the counselling of my genitals, which is her sign for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can realise me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and engage off all my stuff and nonsense, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally tough of row. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of line, 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 of her gear up to get to work. That form of piece of work, I really do have a go at it. But, she has an alternate plan, she waves me back on my base, then to pass on to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprisal, I love that, Kennedy Interrnational is the absolute estimable shit. I know, I have plenty to liken her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might possess wondered what her secret plan 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 knees started giving way. I did n't want to touch JFK, she was n't going to wish that, and I did n't require the blowjob to block off. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't carry her long to finish me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to recoup from that, I hear President Kennedy clearing her pharynx. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this fourth dimension I got to actually go down on Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit blurred from the blowjob, but even in this condition, I still really like licking slit ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to turn over me back on in a hurry.

I want to love myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This time, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's more raring and has a salmagundi of more or less painful ways to tell me to speed thing up. She 's writhing around in her death chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the doll back over my promontory, but that and the groan are good preindication. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a pussy does that to me. I 'm getting turned on adequate, I want something to pass off, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de saving grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my post between her ramification and wait for her to propel. Eventually, she lifts the annulus off me. Her shirt is now unstuck, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her titty. I 'd like to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in front of her and the bed the other face of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex enactment on each of those pieces of furniture. Not to observe the base, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` serve me to the bed and fuck me. '' Simple, leisurely, hone 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 vertebral column on the bed, her branch unresolved. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking President John F. Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her pegleg and set off fucking her, thoroughgoing. We 'd both add up recently, so I take this obtuse and ramp up up to a new climax for both of us, I guess that was her design with the blowjob, slow me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This prison term 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 take in her foresighted 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 intercept ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't reason and take up fucking her again.

She hardly seems to have stopped coming before she 's coming again. That 's fucking hot, hot enough I do n't think I 'm going to be long before I join her. This clock time I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the tempo, rapidly getting to my sexual climax. 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 look full of boob. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON John Fitzgerald Kennedy .'I did n't remember she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the head, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's nice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na outride ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay the night before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with President John F. Kennedy, its nice waking up next to her, and she 'll usually want Thomas More later. That 's good 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 look forward to. I did get to fuck her again before we went to slumber, 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 recognise there was a bridge player on my pecker, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could find her behind me, pressing her boobs into my rear. I assumed that was John Fitzgerald Kennedy, I do n't roll in the hay anyone else who 'd break in into my room in the morning just to jack me off. I was also near to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round to present her, and drags my bridge player 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 criminal record clock time. Then she gets up, puts on her wearing apparel and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did make out what that was about. A `` drive by '' fuck in the morning was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a text late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to argue, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't bring myself just to tear in on her. So I knocked, and a faint spokesperson 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 leg open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was ready for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it strong. I was n't going to take farsighted, but John Fitzgerald Kennedy was even prompt. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy International Airport slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd take it obvious what she wanted, so I zipped up and left. It just seemed so titillating being so neutral. I relived that one a lot. That would be the variety of memory I 'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to repose 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 Interrnational pushing down on top of my head. That was a pretty standard way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could tell she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's safe because slightly dusty morning twat is better when you're turned on, then it's actually very tasty. Kennedy Interrnational came rather quickly, then got up, a bit unsteadily, to go exhibitor, and told me,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked goodness for me. The felicitous realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over endure night filtered through to my mentality, along with the taste of Kennedy 's kitty-cat, and the fact that she 'd entrust me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take charge of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the bath 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 had would be skilful with me. So I'm really hard, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious and rosiness, but don't cover myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to consider I'm hot, I have no judgment on this, I don't phantasy men, so I've no musical theme what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's focal point on my dick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a Son, lifts her leg, straddle my capitulum, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine position. If I had n't had a pussy in my case, there would have been a big smiling there, that's one of my pet ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a dearie ). This clock time it seems to be for her benefit, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's difficult to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her mouth on my dick. While having your dick in Kennedy's mouth tends to the head blowing, she wasn't very active voice so I could just about keep my mind on my task. 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 upright preindication when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her sassing so that was secure. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full system of weights on top of me.

Kennedy Interrnational is not that heavy, so I can stand that, but my submissive side really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a nude Kennedy Interrnational like that. But, soon enough Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjobs, and this was no elision. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really wound up already, and President John F. Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her puss all over my face, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a hazard. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my face and wiggled her cunt 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 desire 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 defenseless and hard when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my daydreams of being kept as a sex slave by her, then she added the practical instructions,"And clean and jerk yourself up, you reek."

That was fair scuttlebutt, so I showered and got a slight breakfast and then waited for President Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little study, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my head off things and my concentrated on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's telecasting on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a plurality of different ways. I didn't jack off much though, John Fitzgerald Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm sure I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the door give, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her horseshoe, and reached under her bird to draw out her step-in down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, this metre facing the other way, so I got to centralize on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her long to come.

She got off me, again somewhat uncertainly. She picked up her panty which were lying on the desk, said to me,"Present for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to result, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any workplace done ?"I shook my headland and indicated to my steadfast putz. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

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

I was shaken from my daydream by the room access possible action again. This fourth dimension I'm lying there, her panties in one paw, and working one handed with the other. My dick wasn't particularly pie-eyed, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked paying attention. After some mo of thoughtfulness, 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 miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated outfit of hers."Kneel before you and blow your judgment through your dick."I had no dubiety she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a sound advantage 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 thought, and so become on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the speckle."Then you can make me luncheon,"that wouldn't be too strange, I'm not a bad Captain James Cook, JFK is. My submissive side likes doing things like that for her,"while I sit and laugh at you."I blushed as I realized how humiliating that would be and how much it would turn me on.

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

Kennedy does know me very well. She's oblation me the perfect fantasy, or exquisite chagrin. I didn't know what I wanted, I might induce leaned towards the lunch and all it entailed, but I couldn't admit to that. She looked questioning,"fountainhead ?"

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 have been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in charge, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the turnout for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally to a lesser extent good than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the annulus. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a reasonable fourth dimension, she hugged me and let me regain for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got lunch, she did ask me if I liked the other idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my ebullience for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .