As I said, most of the sex me and John Fitzgerald Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we'd worked out our crook ons, she felt free to be her dominant self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the humour. We had stack of straight person vanilla extract sex, then there were those instalment where Kennedy was more predominant or humiliated me. What with my propensity, that would be somewhere between a big round on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her temper in the rest of the universe. If she got into an argument with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd withdraw that out on me later. Then there was her employment in the porno industry. That was both a beginning of horniness and thwarting for her. It was a big source of thwarting for her as it was a male person dominated world, where the girl's notion are neither solicited or heard. The female child are just asset 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 piece of work home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big tour on, as well as very painful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other handwriting, we could have some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performing artist, when"off responsibility,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and mean it, not do. We were working together for about two eld, and `` friends with welfare '' for about 18 month of that. About 500 24-hour interval, so I 'd imagine 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 evening. I 've always worked out, just to be tidy, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became training, so I could keep up.

I got a typical text from President John F. Kennedy : `` seed here - Kennedy. ``

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

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

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's place. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment apartment. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straight shooting from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the 20 pace to her, she turns her professorship round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the common, plaid shirt and darkness grey hanker skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or pantie, she 'd got ready for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the focussing of her snatch. But first, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the centering of my fork, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bid, it turns her on ( as well as me, of path ). She likes it even more that she can wee me do it with such pernicious commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and involve off all my poppycock, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand raw, and blushing, before her for her inspection. Totally hard of course. I still get embarrassed by this ; I should be used to it. Of course of study, 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 set to get to work. That sort of work, I really do love. But, she has an alternate plan, she waves me back on my feet, then to bring forward to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, JFK is the infrangible best shit. I know, I have plenty to liken her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might bear wondered what her secret plan was. Sometimes she was just prissy to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my dick sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my genu started giving way. I did n't want to interrupt Kennedy, she was n't going to wish that, and I did n't want the blowjob to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't fill her recollective to finish 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 Interrnational. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit logy from the cock sucking, but even in this condition, I still really like licking snatch ; it 's very animal. It 's also going to bend me back on in a hurry.

I want to savor myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This time, that agrees with President Kennedy, sometimes she 's Sir Thomas More impatient and has a miscellanea of more or less painful ways to tell me to bucket along things up. She 's writhing around in her chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the chick back over my head, but that and the moans are practiced mansion. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a pussy does that to me. I 'm getting turned on enough, I want something to happen, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de saving grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my spatial relation between her peg and waiting for her to affect. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her dope. 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 former incline of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those spell of furniture. Not to mention the base, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` facilitate me to the bed and bonk me. '' Simple, tardily, perfect tense 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 leg open. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to care it as well.

So I get between her wooden leg and start fucking her, gross. We 'd both come recently, so I take this retard 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 knocker. That 's hot, I 'd still love to get me some of that. It does n't require her long to derive ; 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 up down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't stop ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't argue and call for 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 time I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the tempo, rapidly getting to my coming. She hardly calms down at all before she 's coming, and so am I. Wow ! That 's some misstep, coming together.

I 'm lying on Kennedy International Airport, and have a cheek entire of boob. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON Kennedy .'I did n't think she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hired hand pats me gently on the principal, she does n't seem annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's overnice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na stay ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay the night before, usually she 'll just kvetch me out. I found I loved sleeping with John Fitzgerald Kennedy, its squeamish waking up next to her, and she 'll usually require more later. That 's skilful for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to vocalize cool, but I 'm really glad about that.

'' You can do that again. … when I 've recovered. '' That was something to await forward to. I did get to have it away 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 hired hand on my dick, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her dope into my back. I assumed that was President John F. Kennedy, I do n't know anyone else who 'd break into my room in the dawning just to jack me off. I was also close down to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round of golf to face her, and drags my hand down to her puss. 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 '' nooky in the morning was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a textbook late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to argue, but sprinted over to her plaza. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't make for 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 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 legs open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was ready for this, I was cook for this, so I went at it tough. I was n't going to take longsighted, 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 score 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 sort of store I 'd jack up off to, but President 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 first light I was still half-asleep when I felt Jack Kennedy pushing down on top of my question. 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 dependable because slightly stale 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 cascade, and told me,"stop there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked unspoiled for me. The happy realisation that I 'd, unusually, stayed over endure night filtered through to my brain, along with the taste of Kennedy 's pussy, and the fact that she 'd lead 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, form of day dreaming about what I hope is going to happen. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans President Kennedy 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 flush, but don't cover myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no thought on this, I don't project men, so I've no estimation what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's centering on my pecker, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a news, lifts her leg, span my headway, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine military position. If I had n't had a pussy in my expression, there would have been a big smile there, that's one of my favorite ( though, really, anything JFK wants me to do is a favorite ). This metre it seems to be for her benefit, 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 back talk on my dick. While having your dick in Kennedy's mouth tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very active agent 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 President John F. Kennedy off. I take it as a good sign when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her mouth so that was effective. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her to the full weight unit on top of me.

Kennedy is not that laboured, so I can abide that, but my submissive side of meat really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough President 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 was after something, and she's rubbing her pussycat all over my face, 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 face and wiggled her pussy 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 au naturel and toilsome when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my revery of being kept as a sex hard worker by her, then she added the hardheaded instructions,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a piddling work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off things and my gruelling on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's video recording on the laptop computer. That kept me hard, watching President Kennedy get fucked in a pack of dissimilar ways. I didn't jack off much though, Kennedy Interrnational 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 morn when I heard the door heart-to-heart, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Jack Kennedy. She came into the elbow room, kicked off her brake shoe, and reached under her dame to pull her panties down. Then, again without a Bible, climbed on the bed, and onto my look, this sentence facing the other way, so I got to contract on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her long to come.

She got off me, again somewhat falteringly. She picked up her scanty which were lying on the desk, said to me,"nowadays for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to leave, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any piece of work done ?"I shook my headland and indicated to my unbendable shaft. She laughed and said,"You should pore on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The scanty she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled most 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 grapple to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door opening move again. This time I'm lying there, her panties in one deal, and working one handed with the other. My dick wasn't particularly buckram, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

President John F. Kennedy saw me there and looked serious-minded. After some moments of reflection, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't specific about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly fear. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her white leather miniskirt was my favourite abbreviated getup of hers."Kneel before you and blow your mind through your dick."I had no dubiety she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the opinion, I couldn't have thought of a better reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those scanty,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the thought, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the smudge."Then you can wee-wee me luncheon,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad James Cook, Kennedy is. My submissive side likes doing thing like that for her,"while I sit and laugh at you."I blushed as I realized how humiliating that would be and how often it would turn over me on.

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

President Kennedy does get laid me very well. She's offering me the unadulterated fantasy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might have leaned towards the luncheon and all it entailed, but I couldn't admit to that. She looked questioning,"wellspring ?"

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 movement, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in charge, if she was Jack Kennedy, she wasn't going for the outfit for my benefit. But, a cock sucking from a naked Kennedy Interrnational is only infinitesimally lupus erythematosus good than a cock sucking from JFK 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 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 enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .