As I said, almost of the sex me and JFK had was vanilla. It was still freaking awing. Though now we'd worked out our turn ons, she felt release to be her predominant ego. 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 episode where President John F. Kennedy was more dominant or humiliated me. What with my proclivities, that would be somewhere between a big turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her temper in the rest of the world. If she got into an argument with mortal, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her study in the pornography industry. That was both a source of horniness and frustration for her. It was a big source of frustration for her as it was a male dominated existence, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The missy are just assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the thwarting would seethe over and Kennedy would"carry her work home"and then vent those thwarting on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turn of events on, as well as very painful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the stop of this story.

On the other hand, we could experience some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most smut performer, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and signify it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and `` champion with benefits '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 daytime, so I 'd guess around a thousand fucks or other sex. How do you select just one or two to compose about ?

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One memorable encounter is one prison term when I was working out in the evening. I 've always worked out, just to be sizable, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became education, so I could keep open up.

I got a typical text from JFK : `` cum here - Kennedy Interrnational. ``

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

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

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's lieu. 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 flat slam from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the XX yard to her, she turns her electric chair circle to look me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark Lady Jane Grey long skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible place, any hose or panties, she 'd got fix for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty distinctive. She confirms that by nodding in the direction of her kitty. But first, she wants me to undress off, she nods in the counseling of my genital organ, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of line ). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such pernicious commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and train off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand bare, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally strong of row. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of course, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her review, I liked that, I like pleasing Kennedy International Airport. So I drop to my knees in figurehead of her ready to get to make for. That sort of piece of work, I really do roll in the hay. But, she has an surrogate plan, she waves me back on my animal foot, then to come along to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, JFK is the absolute expert cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might have 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 articulatio genus started giving way. I did n't want to disturb Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't desire the blowjob to contain. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Jack Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her foresighted to polish off me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to go back from that, I hear Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knee again, and this clock time I got to actually go down on Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit foggy from the cock sucking, but even in this condition, I still really like licking pussycat ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to turn over me back on in a hurry.

I want to enjoy myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This fourth dimension, that agrees with President Kennedy, sometimes she 's more raring and has a multifariousness of more or less afflictive means to tell me to speed things up. She 's writhing around in her chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the dame back over my headland, but that and the moan are good signs. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a pussycat does that to me. I 'm getting turned on plenty, I want something to materialise, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her wooden leg and hold for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her booby. I 'd care to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in movement of her and the bed the former side of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those pieces of piece of furniture. Not to remark the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and Tell me, `` Help me to the bed and fuck me. '' Simple, well-situated, sodding 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 back on the bed, her branch open. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy International Airport ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her pegleg and start fucking her, gross. We 'd both get along recently, so I take this slow and build up up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the blowjob, slow me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This time I can see her playing with her tit. That 's hot, I 'd still lie with to get me some of that. It does n't take her foresighted to number ; she must own 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 stop ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't fence and claim 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 imagine I 'm going to be yearn before I join her. This time I do n't intermit, 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 tripper, coming together.

I 'm lying on JFK, and have a face good of boob. That 's near. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON President Kennedy .'I did n't opine she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the head word, 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 stick around ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay the Night before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its nice waking up future to her, and she 'll usually want Thomas More later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to vocalize nerveless, but I 'm really well-chosen 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 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 take in there was a bridge player on my tool, jacking me off. As the fog of rest cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her boobs into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy Interrnational, I do n't cognize anyone else who 'd unwrap into my room in the sunup just to jack me off. I was also shut to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round to face her, and drags my hand down to her pussy. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and prepare. I finger her, and she comes in record clip. Then she gets up, put on her dress and leaves. I 'm hardly even awake yet, still recovering from coming, and just stunned.

I never did work out what that was about. A `` driving force by '' shag in the morning was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the clock time I got a school 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 knock, but could n't bring myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint voice replied, `` Yeah. '' So I walked into her studio. She was n't immediately seeable, 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 legs open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was set for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to take in long, but Kennedy was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her English, 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 neutral. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of store I 'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to rest when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One dawning I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy 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 assure she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's good because slightly stale sunup cunt 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 cascade, and told me,"stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked practiced for me. The glad realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over death Nox filtered through to my psyche, along with the discernment of Kennedy 's pussy, and the fact that she 'd left me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd acquire care of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the bathroom looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, form of day dreaming about what I hope is going to go on. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans Kennedy Interrnational had would be good with me. So I'm really strong, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't back myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no ruling on this, I don't fancy men, so I've no idea what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's direction on my dick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, straddles my forefront, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine position. If I had n't had a pussy in my face, there would have been a big smiling there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything JFK wants me to do is a front-runner ). This time it seems to be for her welfare, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's unmanageable to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her rima oris on my dick. While having your dick in President Kennedy's mouth tends to the brain blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about celebrate 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 in effect star sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her mouth so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that gravid, so I can digest that, but my submissive side really loves that, and it's really rather titillating being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough President John F. Kennedy 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 Interrnational was after something, and she's rubbing her kitty-cat all over my typeface, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a chance. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my expression and wiggled her pussycat on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully appreciate that. Then she got up, and started putting on her dress. 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 surd when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my castle in Spain of being kept as a sex striver by her, then she added the practical teaching,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was evenhandedly comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a picayune work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my idea off matter and my grueling on would droop. So I watched a few of Kennedy's TV on the laptop computer. That kept me grueling, watching Jack Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of different way. I didn't jack off much though, Kennedy Interrnational would be furious if I came without her, and I 'm indisputable I could delight her more than if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the room access afford, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her horseshoe, and reached under her chick to pull her panties down. Then, again without a tidings, climbed on the bed, and onto my typeface, this time facing the other way, so I got to centralize on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her prospicient to come.

She got off me, again somewhat falteringly. She picked up her pantie which were lying on the desk, said to me,"present tense for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to allow for, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any work done ?"I shook my header and indicated to my stiff gumshoe. She laughed and said,"You should focus on study, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The panties she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled nearly erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some work, lying on JFK's bed, raw, sniffing her panty at the Lapplander clock time. I did manage to influence to some extent.

I was shaken from my castle in the air by the door opening again. This time I'm lying there, her panties in one hand, and working one handed with the early. My dick wasn't particularly pissed, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked thoughtful. After some here and now of rumination, 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."kneeling before you and blow your judgement 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 better 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 thought, and so become on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can make me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad Cook, Kennedy Interrnational 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 grow me on.

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

Kennedy does know me very well. She's offer me the gross fantasy, or exquisite mortification. I didn't know what I wanted, I might feature leaned towards the tiffin and all it entailed, but I couldn't admit to that. She looked questioning,"Well ?"

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

It may suffer been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a cock sucking, but no mini."If she was in charge, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the rig for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally less thoroughly than a cock sucking from Kennedy wearing the doll. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a sensible time, she hugged me and let me go back for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got dejeuner, she did ask me if I liked the early approximation and I protested vigorously that it was a atrocious idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .