John Fitzgerald Kennedy did get around to trying out my former demo. We were both nude, and on John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying Kennedy 's boob, Kennedy likes me playing with her boobs, 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 other time, I 've whole heartedly approved of what emerged from that water closet. This prison term, I was definitely in two nous, she was wearing the strap on dildo I 'd bought for her, but she 'd never got around to using it on me. I 'd tell apart her I did n't need her to use it on me, and I meant that, but still the approximation turned me on, a lot.

She stood in nominal head of me ; I shook my straits. The dildo was waving on my grimace. `` You do n't want it ? '' She questioned.

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

'' Tough. I 've been looking forward to this. '' She presented it to my backtalk, `` Suck on it. '' I opened my rima oris 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 tasting had taken my psyche off the place, `` I liked the appreciation. '' I was really wanting to change the upshot of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just predilection you some more ? '' I stuck out my clapper like I was licking her.

'' Tempting, but I 'm going to do it. And you 're going to let me. Lie down ! '' I lay flat on my vertebral column. She pulled my peg apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` clear wide. '' Her hands grasped me under the knee joint and pulled my legs up and apart so I was receptive to her. I screwed up my aspect, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her bridge player on my hawkshaw. Of course of instruction I was arduous, I may have found the idea disgusting, but it was also a turn on. My peter betrayed me there. She started jacking me off, I relaxed, but still outwear, waiting for her to take away 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 stage, naked of course of action, her boobs wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her hand on my hawkshaw, 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 relish it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the hand job was getting to me, the intellection of her doing it to me was seeming LE and less obnoxious. Have you ever noticed how you 're perceptions change like that when you get close to sexual climax. My soundbox was starting to betray me, I thought I should differentiate her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that thought, 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 middle, 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 sop up it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the variety of thing I like. But she had other ideas, `` Turn over. ``

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

I moved my hired hand out of the way, and Kennedy did go through with her scourge. I hated it ; it was so humiliating. I was crying my the time 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 hard my dick felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me.

Kennedy pushed me on my side, and saw my tear. `` 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 painful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't want any Morley. '' I slipped in the K safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a coded content. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to allay President John F. Kennedy 's misgiving.

She presented the used dildo to my sass, `` clear wide-cut. '' There was no way I was going to suck on that, considering where it had just been. It would consume been exquisitely humiliating, but it was just too unsanitary for me to believe. I pressed my rim together and judder my straits. `` undecided ! '' 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 sensible to me, `` Would you ? Think where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to reckon on.

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

This was the hold up thing I wanted, I 'm not sure which was worse, I 'd upset John Fitzgerald Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for nothing. I hugged her round the midriff and said through tears. `` I 'm blue. Look, I want to make it up to you, larrup me, eff me, whatever, just do n't relieve oneself me eat it. ``

She smiled weakly at me, `` No, I 'm the sorry one ; I pushed you too far. compassion, 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 nothing. '' I smiled and looked and my stiff cock. `` I really hated every minute of arc of it. ``

I 'm not sure enough if she misunderstood my intent or what, but said, `` I promised you a blowjob. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in front of me. I was n't going to argue when there was a blowjob on go. And what a cock sucking it was, Kennedy is the best there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had plenty 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 refer that. Kennedy was looking much more like Kennedy International Airport now, much happier. `` You 're going to lick 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 skillful than a blowjob, but it's certainly up there with my favorite things to do. I like licking kitty. I like licking Kennedy 's pussy. I like kneeling in a submissive posture 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 incline, signed contentedly and said, `` come here with that. '' And opened her rima oris. I knelt by her face and tentatively stuck my peter in and fucked her mouth. I usually did n't get to do this with Kennedy, I was much more easy than I might otherwise have been ; I did n't want to get anything bitten off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with John Fitzgerald Kennedy and we had an unusual moment of repose. Then, Kennedy Interrnational decided on what was following, 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 yellow safeword instead. In the heating plant of the moment, I 'd just panicked and gone for the safe option.

My punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This time, she left it there, and fastened the shoulder strap around me to keep the dildo in blank space, 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 punch that up. It was really horrible, I loved it.

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Kennedy was in good dominant allele mode. I was naked and prostrate on the floor in front of her. She was still fully clothed, in this case, that did n't include panties. She kicked off her shoes, then rested her foot on the bed. I had tantalizing glimpses of pussy under her annulus, as she peeled the nylon off her allow leg. She stuck the left pes in my grimace, `` puzzle out it ! ``

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

I tried to impact the course of consequence, `` I do n't desire to, if you catch my aether 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 pes 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 bird 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 mastery, `` Go get the washbasin. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to rinse her feet. A demeaning lowly labor, my front-runner sort.

I jumped up and went to get the equipment. When I got back Kennedy had unbuttoned the buttons on her plaid shirt, she wore no bra under it. That could draw even her dowdy, untempting, shirts interesting. I lay a bath sheet on the floor at her foot and put the charge plate handbasin on top of it. The bowl was broad of warm H2O. I placed her feet in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to hear her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the soap in my hired man and picked up her leftover understructure out of the water, and thoroughly worked the lather over it. It was surprisingly erotic, my slippery hands sliding over her slippery anatomy. It was only a metrical foot, but I was starting to retrieve I 'd do without promote intervention if I carried on like that. I placed the foot back in the water bathtub, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the process with the right on foot. My dick was ready to burst ; I was breathing heavy and ragged.

I lifted up her ft out of the bowlful, and moved it aside, substituting a manus towel in it place. I gently patted down her human 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 foundation in good turn. Rubbing my thenar over the top of her foot, then using both thumbs to massage the soh of her foundation. She moaned at that, it was a honest moan.

Then, I took each foot in turning and thoroughly explored it with my tongue and sassing. I sucked on the big toe, and ran my tongue around it. It was so sensual and surprisingly titillating. I ran my tongue between each toe, and ended up with her intact dainty foot in my mouth ( which was a svelte stretch ). I should have been getting high from the humiliation of the demeaning task, but I was getting senior high school from the sheer sensuality instead.

Pausing to draw a ragged hint, she said, `` Shit ! Who knew a invertebrate foot washing was so erotic. '' She opened her leg to illustrate her point, her pussy was open and glistening. `` You 're going to puzzle out that. '' At that moment, I 'm not sure licking her puss was any more titillating than the military action I 'd had with her feet. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my feet. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky growth, thinking about it in the insensate spark of day, it's weird. At the time it was perfectly natural. I took my hard on in my hired hand and jacked off. It was only a few cam stroke before I was coming all over her feet. With the shoemaker's last drop curtain of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her legs, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her bidding. I was in the refractory period then, that fourth dimension after you come when you 're rational and not turned on. Licking her pussy was still a carnal experience. On residuum, I think a pussy is a more sultry region to lick, but foot are a surprisingly conclude second.

JFK was surprisingly quickly coming. I had n't been trying to rush her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking easy slow strokes. Then, she came. As usual, I held my kneeling position and waited for her. A supine and nearly raw Jack Kennedy is a sight to behold, I took full advantage to see. I was toilsome already. She raised her fountainhead, smiled at me, said, `` lick up the heap then. '' And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her feet, she 'd drawn her peg and substructure together again. My mettle jumped, demeaning and disgusting, gross. I never liked licking up cum, the thought was disgusting. So of grade, it all turned me on more. She knew how to process me right, I set to my chore with only an occasional ticklish giggle from Kennedy.

I guess she enjoyed the human foot massage ; she said we were going to do it again. She also said, `` I never knew you had a metrical foot voodoo. ``

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

It was one of those matter I did n't desire to let in to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Kennedy 's bedevilment, I did enjoy it, and a ritual pes washing would mean I could n't complain about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy cad, which she 'd outwear only for these picture, so I knew they were clean. That 's a thought, a naked Kennedy wearing only the heel, towering above me, and I 'm bow down in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the straps of her heel .