As I said, near of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla extract. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we'd worked out our twist ons, she felt free to be her dominant allele self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the modality. We had plenty of unbent vanilla extract sex, then there were those episodes where President Kennedy was more predominant or humiliated me. What with my proclivities, that would be somewhere between a big round on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her mood in the rest of the world. If she got into an argument with soul, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd subscribe to that out on me later. Then there was her employment in the porn industriousness. That was both a origin of hotness and frustration for her. It was a big source of defeat for her as it was a male dominated world, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The daughter are just plus to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the thwarting would churn over and Kennedy would"hold her work home"and then vent those defeat 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 decimal point of this story.

On the early paw, we could get some really awe-inspiring sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performers, when"off obligation,"are really vanilla. They just want to consume sex and think of it, not perform. We were working together for about two twelvemonth, and `` friends with benefits '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 days, so I 'd estimate around a thousand fucks or early 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 eventide. I 've always worked out, just to be respectable, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became preparation, so I could keep up.

I got a typical text from Kennedy : `` semen here - Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` exhibitor first. '' That 's Kennedy, fastidious. Of course, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever President Kennedy wanted I was going to delight, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the intemperate on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's piazza. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment. JFK was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straight shot from her straw man threshold through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty dollar bill tread to her, she turns her chairperson round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and nighttime grey long skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or panties, she 'd got set up for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the charge of her pussycat. But firstly, she wants me to ransack off, she nods in the direction of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her summons, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can establish me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally laborious of grade. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of class, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her review, I liked that, I like pleasing President John F. Kennedy. So I drop to my knees in front line of her prepare to get to shape. That sort of work, I really do screw. But, she has an alternate design, she waves me back on my fundament, then to kick upstairs to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, Kennedy is the sheer best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might induce 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 President Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't want the blowjob to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while President Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her long to land up 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 Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this 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 blowjob, but even in this consideration, I still really like licking kitty ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to flex me back on in a hurry.

I want to enjoy 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 variety of more or less painful slipway to tell me to rush along things up. She 's writhing around in her chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my head, but that and the moans are dependable mansion. 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 things up and go for the coupe de blessing and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her legs and hold for her to proceed. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her dumbbell. I 'd like to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in forepart of her and the bed the early face of the desk. We 've done a sort of sex acts on each of those man of furniture. Not to refer the floor, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and William Tell me, `` facilitate me to the bed and fuck me. '' simpleton, easy, perfect for me. She gets up a bit falteringly, and I help her. She discards the bird and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her vertebral column on the bed, her ramification open. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking President John F. Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her leg and start fucking her, utter. We 'd both get along 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, slacken me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This sentence 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 her long to number ; she must bear been wound up. I 'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her arrive down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't block off ! '' OK, that 's dissimilar, but I do n't fence and exact 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 call back I 'm going to be prospicient before I join her. This time I do n't break, 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 head trip, coming together.

I 'm lying on Kennedy, and have a face full of boob. That 's dependable. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON President Kennedy .'I did n't recall she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a manus 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 quell ? '' 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 nice waking up next to her, and she 'll usually desire Sir Thomas More later. That 's upright 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 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 realize there was a hand on my cock, jacking me off. As the fog of eternal rest cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her boobs into my back. I assumed that was Jack Kennedy, I do n't sleep together anyone else who 'd break into my elbow room in the sunrise just to jack me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me bout to confront her, and draw 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 time. Then she gets up, puts on her clothes 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 `` drive by '' fuck in the morning time 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 International Airport. '' I was n't going to argue, but sprinted over to her station. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't fetch myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint vox 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 severe. I was n't going to take long, but JFK was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side, 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 variety of memory I 'd jack off to, but Jack Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to take a breather 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 principal. That was a pretty criterion 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 honest because slightly cold morning pussy 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 shower, and told me,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked skillful for me. The happy recognition that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my mentality, along with the predilection of Kennedy 's slit, and the fact that she 'd pull up stakes me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take care 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 pass off. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans JFK had would be good with me. So I'm really hard, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't screening myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no opinion 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 Holy Scripture, lifts her leg, straddles my brain, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine stance. If I had n't had a pussy in my expression, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Jack Kennedy wants me to do is a best-loved ). This 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 putz in John Fitzgerald Kennedy's rima oris tends to the creative thinker blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about keep back my creative thinker 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 honest signal when she stops doing anything to me ; my hawkshaw was still in her mouth so that was in effect. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her full weight on top of me.

Kennedy Interrnational is not that heavy, so I can stand that, but my submissive English really loves that, and it's really rather erotic 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 was after something, and she's rubbing her cunt all over my look, in a rather dominant allele way, I didn't stand a chance. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my face and wiggled her snatch 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 nude and severely 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 educational activity,"And clean and jerk yourself up, you reek."

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a small breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little piece of work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off thing and my surd on would wilt. So I watched a few of JFK's videos on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of unlike fashion. I didn't jack off much though, Kennedy International Airport would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm sure I could please her more than if I lasted longer when she did hail back to use me.

It was mid dawn when I heard the room access open, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her doll to rip her pantie down. Then, again without a Holy Scripture, climbed on the bed, and onto my case, this sentence facing the other way, so I got to centre on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her yearn to come.

She got off me, again somewhat unsteadily. 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 leave, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any body of work done ?"I shook my head and indicated to my stiff dick. 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 damp. I sniffed them, they smelled well-nigh erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some study, lying on Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did pull off to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the doorway opening night again. This time I'm fabrication there, her scanty in one hired hand, and working one handed with the other. My dick wasn't particularly tight, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked paying attention. 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-hot leather miniskirt was my preferent shorten getup of hers."kneeling before you and boast your mind through your dick."I had no question she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the view, I couldn't have thought of a in effect reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those pantie,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her intimate apparel as a abasement before, I was mortified at the view, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the spot."Then you can realise me luncheon,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, Jack Kennedy is. My subservient 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 process me luncheon, and serve me from under the counter."I liked that as well, I get to kneel, naked, under the sideboard, while Kennedy sat on the stool 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 offer me the sodding fancy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might have got leaned towards the lunch 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 give been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in flush, if she was Jack Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a raw Kennedy is only infinitesimally less good than a cock sucking from Kennedy wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a sane time, she hugged me and let me recover for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got tiffin, she did ask me if I liked the other musical theme and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible thought. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty ache ( as well as smart and pretty ) .