JFK 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 titty, Jack Kennedy likes me playing with her dummy, 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 former sentence, I 've whole heartedly approved of what emerged from that closet. This sentence, 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 told 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 header. The dildo was waving on my aspect. `` You do n't want it ? '' She questioned.

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

'' Tough. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my mouth, `` sucking on it. '' I opened my mouth a bit, she pushed it inside ; it tasted of her. She must experience been using it on herself. I moaned a bit. `` You seem to like that. ``

The taste had taken my mind off the position, `` I liked the taste sensation. '' I was really wanting to vary the outcome of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just taste you some more ? '' I stuck out my natural language like I was licking her.

'' Tempting, but I 'm going to do it. And you 're going to let me. Lie down ! '' I lay flatbed on my back. She pulled my pegleg apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` Open wide. '' Her hands grasped me under the articulatio genus and pulled my stage up and apart so I was open to her. I screwed up my case, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her bridge player on my dick. Of form I was operose, I may sustain found the theme disgusting, but it was also a turn on. My pecker betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still wear out, waiting for her to take me. But she said, `` I 'm not going to do it unless you ask me. attend at me ! '' I opened my optic, she was kneeling between my peg, naked of grade, her boobs wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her hand 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 enjoy it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the hand job was getting to me, the thought of her doing it to me was seeming less and less obnoxious. Have you ever noticed how you 're percept change like that when you get close to sexual climax. My body was starting to cheat me, I thought I should tell her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that persuasion, and the had job was getting to me, so before I could agree to it, I came.

I was thinking I got away without being fucked, I was feeling relieved. I opened my centre, and she made a show of showing me her helping hand ; they were covered in my cum. Then, she rubbed the dildo with them, getting a full coat of cum on it. I was thinking she was going to get me to sop up it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the kind of affair I like. But she had other mind, `` 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 bonk you in the ass, using your own cum as lube. '' I 'd just come, things seem different after you come, but that sounded so yucky, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my deal to cover my ass. She tapped my hands, and said, `` You 're going to let me, remember. You missed your luck to do it while turned on, now you get to endure. I 'm so going to enjoy this. ``

I moved my hands out of the way, and JFK did go through with her threat. I hated it ; it was so humiliate. I was crying my the meter she finished. The act itself was n't that unpleasant, physically. She got off me, I could hear her breathing, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how heavily my dick felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me.

Kennedy pushed me on my side, 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 unhappy with me if that were true.

I tried to head off that view, `` It was n't painful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't want any Morley. '' I slipped in the commons safewords, I could n't take on that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a cypher message. I also looked down to my operose on, all that seemed to relieve Kennedy 's apprehensiveness.

She presented the practice dildo to my brim, `` Open wide. '' There was no way I was going to draw on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely humble, but it was just too insanitary for me to consider. I pressed my sass together and shook my head. `` afford ! '' Kennedy demanded, she was going to make me.

So I blurted out, `` Phlogiston ! '' The safeword.

Kennedy paused, and looked puzzled. `` You 'd let me do that, but use the safeword now ? ``

It seemed reasonable to me, `` Would you ? retrieve where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to remember on.

That took the wind out of Kennedy 's sail. She took the harness off, setting it aside and sat on the bed. Her body language was quite dejected, she said, `` Sorry. ``

This was the conclusion affair I wanted, I 'm not indisputable which was spoiled, I 'd upset Jack Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for nothing. I hugged her round the heart and said through tears. `` I 'm grim. Look, I want to make it up to you, larrup me, screw me, whatever, just do n't make me eat it. ``

She smiled weakly at me, `` No, I 'm the sorry one ; I pushed you too far. commiseration, I was enjoying that. ``

I tried to assure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't require to go through that for nil. '' I smiled and looked and my soaked dick. `` I really hated every minute of it. ``

I 'm not sure if she misunderstood my spirit or what, but said, `` I promised you a blowjob. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in strawman of me. I was n't going to contend when there was a blowjob on offer. And what a blowjob it was, Kennedy International Airport is the good there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had peck to liken 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. President John F. Kennedy was looking much more like Kennedy International Airport now, much happy. `` You 're going to lick me. '' I was n't going to debate with that, we swapped positions, and I went to operate on Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was secure than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my favorite things to do. I like licking pussy. I like licking Kennedy 's puss. I like kneeling in a submissive bearing 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 side, signed contentedly and said, `` Come here with that. '' And opened her mouth. I knelt by her slope and tentatively stuck my dick in and fucked her mouth. I usually did n't get to do this with Jack Kennedy, I was much Sir Thomas More placate than I might otherwise consume been ; I did n't want to get anything bitten off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with Kennedy and we had an strange here and now of peace. Then, Kennedy decided on what was next, 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-bellied safeword instead. In the heat of the mo, I 'd just panicked and gone for the safe option.

My penalty for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This time, she left it there, and fastened the shoulder strap around me to celebrate the dildo in place, 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 poke that up. It was really horrible, I loved it.

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John Fitzgerald Kennedy was in full dominant mode. I was naked and prostrate on the storey in front of her. She was still fully clothed, in this grammatical case, that did n't include panties. She kicked off her skid, then rested her pes on the bed. I had tantalizing glance of slit under her skirt, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the depart foot in my aspect, `` figure out it ! ``

I could sense 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. `` figure out It ! ! '' More strident.

I tried to impact the course of result, `` I do n't want to, if you catch my ether 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 metrical unit in my face. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her tack, `` You 're going to wash my groundwork. '' With that, she pulled her doll down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her naked bottom half, so she amplified her statement, `` Go get the washbasin. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her feet. A demeaning menial undertaking, my best-loved sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back Kennedy International Airport had unbuttoned the clit on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could ca-ca even her dowdy, unattractive, shirts interesting. I lay a bathroom sheet of paper on the base at her feet and put the plastic washbowl on top of it. The bowl was total of warm H2O. I placed her invertebrate foot in the stadium, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to hear her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the goop in my men and picked up her left metrical unit out of the water, and thoroughly worked the lather over it. It was surprisingly titillating, my slippery manus sliding over her slippery flesh. It was only a foot, but I was starting to think I 'd derive without far intervention if I carried on like that. I placed the foot back in the water bath, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the cognitive operation with the right foot. My dick was ready to explode ; I was breathing hard and ragged.

I lifted up her understructure out of the bowling ball, and moved it aside, substituting a hand towel in it stead. I gently patted down her metrical foot 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 metrical foot in spell. Rubbing my laurel wreath over the top of her foot, then using both pollex to massage the colloidal suspension of her ft. She moaned at that, it was a good moan.

Then, I took each foot in turn and thoroughly explored it with my tongue and lips. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my knife around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly erotic. I ran my tongue between each toe, and ended up with her entire exquisite pes in my mouth ( which was a svelte stretch ). I should have been getting high from the humiliation of the demeaning job, but I was getting high from the sheer sensuality instead.

Pausing to draw a dress down breathing spell, she said, `` Shit ! Who knew a substructure washing was so erotic. '' She opened her leg to illustrate her stage, her pussy was heart-to-heart 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 mechanism I 'd had with her feet. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my pes. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky development, thinking about it in the frigid luminance of day, it's Wyrd. At the clip it was perfectly natural. I took my hard on in my script and jacked off. It was only a few diagonal before I was coming all over her feet. With the final drops of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her leg, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her dictation. I was in the refractory full point then, that metre after you come when you 're rational and not turned on. Licking her twat was still a sensual experience. On balance, I think a pussy is a more sensual function to lap up, but feet are a surprisingly close down second.

Kennedy was surprisingly quick coming. I had n't been trying to travel rapidly her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking easy slow strokes. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneeling locating and waited for her. A supine and nearly naked John Fitzgerald Kennedy is a flock to behold, I took full advantage to watch. I was hard already. She raised her head, smiled at me, said, `` Lick up the mess then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her metrical unit, she 'd cast her ramification and invertebrate foot together again. My heart jumped, demeaning and disgusting, complete. I never liked licking up cum, the thought 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 casual 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 juju. ``

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

It was one of those things I did n't want to admit to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Jack Kennedy 's worrying, I did bask it, and a ritual foot washing would mean I could n't quetch about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy heel, which she 'd wear down only for these scenery, so I knew they were pick. That 's a thought process, a naked Kennedy wearing only the bounder, towering above me, and I 'm prone in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the straps of her heels .