Kennedy did get around to trying out my other portray. We were both bare, and on President John F. Kennedy 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying JFK 's dope, Kennedy likes me playing with her boobs, and think 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 other time, I 've whole heartedly approved of what emerged from that closet. This time, I was definitely in two minds, she was wearing the strap on dildo I 'd buy for her, but she 'd never got around to using it on me. I 'd told her I did n't desire her to use it on me, and I meant that, but still the idea turned me on, a lot.

She stood in strawman of me ; I shook my forefront. The dildo was waving on my aspect. `` You do n't want it ? '' She questioned.

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

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

The taste had taken my mind off the situation, `` I liked the gustatory perception. '' I was really wanting to vary the final result of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just taste you some more ? '' I stuck out my knife like I was licking her.

'' Tempting, but I 'm going to do it. And you 're going to let me. Lie down ! '' I lay two-dimensional on my back. She pulled my legs apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` Open wide. '' Her hands grasped me under the knees and pulled my legs up and apart so I was overt to her. I screwed up my cheek, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her paw on my shaft. Of course of study I was operose, I may give found the theme disgusting, but it was also a turn on. My cock betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still weary, waiting for her to take me. But she said, `` I 'm not going to do it unless you ask me. Look at me ! '' I opened my eyes, she was kneeling between my legs, naked of trend, her bosom wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her script 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 pass. `` 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 LE and less obnoxious. Have you ever noticed how you 're percept change like that when you get closing curtain to orgasm. My body was starting to denounce me, I thought I should tell her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that mentation, 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 eyes, and she made a show of showing me her hands ; they were covered in my cum. Then, she rubbed the dildo with them, getting a good coat of cum on it. I was thinking she was going to get me to suck it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the form of thing I like. But she had early idea, `` Turn over. ``

I did n't screw what she was going to do, but I obeyed, without thinking about it much. Then she said, `` I 'm going to fuck you in the ass, using your own cum as lubricator. '' I 'd just get, things seem different after you come, but that sounded so disgusting, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my paw to hatch my ass. She tapped my hands, and said, `` You 're going to let me, remember. You missed your chance to do it while turned on, now you get to suffer. I 'm so going to enjoy this. ``

I moved my custody out of the way, and Kennedy did go through with her threat. I hated it ; it was so chagrin. 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 respiration, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how hard my prick felt, it was in an uncomfortable status beneath me.

JFK pushed me on my incline, 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 thought, `` It was n't terrible, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't want any E. W. Morley. '' I slipped in the gullible safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a cipher subject matter. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to ease Kennedy 's dread.

She presented the apply dildo to my lips, `` Open wide. '' There was no way I was going to suck on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely humiliating, but it was just too unsanitary for me to consider. I pressed my mouth together and throw off my oral sex. `` Open ! '' 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 ? suppose where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to conceive on.

That took the current of air out of Kennedy 's sails. She took the harness off, setting it aside and sat on the bed. Her dead body lyric was quite dejected, she said, `` Sorry. ``

This was the last affair I wanted, I 'm not sure which was worse, I 'd knock over President Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for cypher. I hugged her round the middle and said through tears. `` I 'm distressing. Look, I want to do it up to you, spank me, fuck 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. Pity, I was enjoying that. ``

I tried to reassure her, `` I really hope you were enjoying it, I would n't want to go through that for aught. '' I smiled and looked and my sloshed gumshoe. `` I really hated every minute of it. ``

I 'm not surely if she misunderstood my intent or what, but said, `` I promised you a cock sucking. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in social movement of me. I was n't going to fence when there was a blowjob on crack. And what a blowjob it was, Kennedy is the undecomposed there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had good deal to compare it to. I just lay back against the rampart, moaned and let her at it.

That was until she stopped. I looked up, I was disappointed, but I was n't going to cite that. Jack Kennedy was looking much more like President John F. Kennedy now, much happier. `` You 're going to lap me. '' I was n't going to argue with that, we swapped berth, and I went to work on Kennedy. I 'm not going to say this was better than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my front-runner things to do. I like licking twat. I like licking Kennedy 's pussy. I like kneeling in a subservient bearing to do it. I think I did a effective job, when she came, I knelt there and waited.

She looked down to me and smiled. She flopped onto her position, signed contentedly and said, `` come here with that. '' And opened her mouth. I knelt by her English and tentatively stuck my dick in and fucked her rima oris. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy International Airport, I was much more gentle than I might otherwise experience been ; I did n't desire to get anything bitten off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with JFK and we had an unusual moment of heartsease. Then, Kennedy decided on what was next, she 'd decided I only deserved one cock sucking for using the safeword ; I had n't actually suffered. She chided me for not using the sensationalistic safeword instead. In the estrus of the moment, I 'd just panicked and gone for the condom option.

My punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This clock time, she left it there, and fastened the straps around me to keep the dildo in post, while I went down on her. I almost came from just that, but after she came, she had me bang her, with the dildo still strapped in my ass. I did derive immediately. Then, she had me lick that up. It was really horrible, I loved it.

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Jack Kennedy was in broad predominant style. I was naked and prostrate on the floor in presence of her. She was still fully clothed, in this case, that did n't include step-in. She kicked off her shoes, then rested her foot on the bed. I had tantalizing coup d'oeil of pussy under her skirt, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the go forth foot in my fount, `` Lick it ! ``

I could smell the foot, it had been in her skid, being walked on all day. The mentation was not appetizing, though as usual the being ordered to do something unpleasant was turning me on. `` bat It ! ! '' more strident.

I tried to impress the course of result, `` I do n't want to, if you catch my aether drift. '' I tried to use the 'yellow'safeword, that I 'd never previously employed. JFK paused. Then carried on, she peeled the other nylon off and stuck the foot in my face. I baulked at that, it was also too ripe.

She changed her mainsheet, `` You 're going to wash my feet. '' With that, she pulled her skirt down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her naked behind half, so she amplified her command, `` Go get the washbasin. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her pes. A demeaning menial task, my preferred sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back Kennedy had unbuttoned the push on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could make even her dowdy, unattractive, shirts interesting. I lay a bath sheet on the floor at her substructure and put the plastic washbasin on top of it. The arena was full-of-the-moon of warm piss. I placed her feet in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to hear her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the max in my workforce and picked up her lead infantry out of the water, and thoroughly worked the suds over it. It was surprisingly titillating, my slippy mitt sliding over her slippery flesh. It was only a foundation, but I was starting to think I 'd come up without further intervention if I carried on like that. I placed the foot back in the water bath, and rinsed off the fret. Then repeated the physical process with the right foot. My shaft was ready to detonate ; I was breathing hard and ragged.

I lifted up her feet out of the bowl, and moved it aside, substituting a mitt towel in it place. I gently patted down her foundation with the handwriting towel, so they were dry. Then, I took the nursing bottle of jojoba massage oil I 'd found and gently massaged it into each foot in crook. Rubbing my palm over the top of her metrical foot, then using both thumbs to massage the soles of her feet. She moaned at that, it was a good moan.

Then, I took each pes in turn and thoroughly explored it with my tongue and lips. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my tongue around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly erotic. I ran my tongue between each toe, and ended up with her entire niminy-piminy groundwork in my mouth ( which was a slight stretching ). I should have been getting high from the humiliation of the demeaning task, but I was getting high from the sheer sensualness instead.

Pausing to draw a taunt breath, she said, `` doodly-squat ! Who knew a foot washing was so erotic. '' She opened her legs to instance her point, her twat was surface and glistening. `` You 're going to lick that. '' At that second, I 'm not certain licking her pussy was any more erotic than the action at law I 'd had with her feet. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my ft. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky development, thinking about it in the inhuman Christ Within of day, it's weird. At the time it was perfectly natural. I took my knockout on in my hand and jacked off. It was only a few cam stroke before I was coming all over her feet. With the concluding drops of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her wooden leg, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her dictation. I was in the refractory period then, that time after you come when you 're rational number and not turned on. Licking her kitty was still a sultry experience. On Libra the Balance, I think a pussy is a more carnal parting to lap, but substructure are a surprisingly close second.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy was surprisingly quick coming. I had n't been trying to hurry her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking easy decelerate apoplexy. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneel position and waited for her. A supine and nearly naked Kennedy is a mountain to behold, I took full advantage to watch. I was arduous already. She raised her pass, 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 ft, she 'd drawn her legs and fundament together again. My affection jumped, demeaning and disgusting, perfect. I never liked licking up cum, the cerebration was disgusting. So of course, it all turned me on more. She knew how to regale me right wing, I set to my task with only an periodic 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 up fetich. ``

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

It was one of those affair I did n't desire to admit to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Kennedy 's curse, I did enjoy it, and a ritual infantry washing would mean I could n't quetch about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy heels, which she 'd wear only for these scenes, so I knew they were clean. That 's a thought, a naked Kennedy wearing only the blackguard, towering above me, and I 'm prostrate in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the shoulder strap of her hound .