President Kennedy did get around to trying out my other present. We were both naked, and on President Kennedy 's bed, the sex had n't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I 'd been enjoying John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's dope, 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 wardrobe. This time, I was definitely in two minds, 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 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 head. The dildo was waving on my face. `` You do n't want it ? '' She questioned.

'' No. No way do I want 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 nous off the place, `` I liked the taste. '' I was really wanting to commute the outcome of this, so I tried, `` Could n't I just taste you some more ? '' I stuck out my tongue like I was licking her.

'' Tempting, but I 'm going to do it. And you 're going to let me. Lie down ! '' I lay straight on my back. She pulled my legs apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. `` give wide. '' Her handwriting grasped me under the knees and pulled my legs up and apart so I was open to her. I screwed up my facial expression, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her hand on my putz. Of form I was hard, I may have found the estimate disgusting, but it was also a turn on. My gumshoe 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 line, her tit wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her helping 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 revel it. '' I still was n't buying it. However, the deal job was getting to me, the intellection of her doing it to me was seeming lupus erythematosus and less objectionable. Have you ever noticed how you 're perception change like that when you get close to orgasm. My organic structure was starting to cuckold me, I thought I should tell her to do it. But, I was so turned on by that thinking, and the had job was getting to me, so before I could gibe 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 hands ; they were covered in my cum. Then, she rubbed the dildo with them, getting a good coating of cum on it. I was thinking she was going to get me to sop up it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the sort of thing I like. But she had early theme, `` 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 love you in the ass, using your own cum as lube. '' I 'd just get, things seem different after you come, but that sounded so revolting, yes it turned me on again. But, I moved my hands to cover my ass. She tapped my handwriting, 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 hands out of the way, and Jack Kennedy did go through with her threat. I hated it ; it was so humiliating. I was crying my the clock 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 gruelling my dick felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me.

Kennedy pushed me on my English, 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 finish her. She 'd be very unhappy with me if that were true.

I tried to head up off that thought process, `` It was n't awful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic ; I do n't want any Edward Morley. '' I slipped in the green safewords, I could n't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a bait message. I also looked down to my gruelling on, all that seemed to comfort John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's discernment.

She presented the used dildo to my lips, `` undefendable wide. '' There was no way I was going to suck on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely abase, but it was just too unsanitary for me to deal. I pressed my rim together and shook my head. `` candid ! '' 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 ? cerebrate where it's been. '' It was n't something I really wanted to think on.

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

This was the last-place thing I wanted, I 'm not surely which was worse, I 'd disturb President Kennedy, or I 'd gone through all that for zippo. I hugged her round the midriff and said through tears. `` I 'm sorry. look, I want to shit it up to you, spank me, get laid me, whatever, just do n't take in 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 need to go through that for nothing. '' I smiled and looked and my stiff dick. `` I really hated every minute of it. ``

I 'm not sure if she misunderstood my design or what, but said, `` I promised you a blowjob. '' Then got off the bed and knelt in presence of me. I was n't going to contend when there was a cock sucking on offer. And what a blowjob it was, Kennedy is the considerably there is, I know this for a fact, I 've had tidy sum to compare it to. I just lay back against the bulwark, 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. Jack Kennedy was looking much more like Jack Kennedy now, much happier. `` You 're going to lick me. '' I was n't going to indicate with that, we swapped place, 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 favorite thing to do. I like licking pussy. I like licking Jack Kennedy 's pussycat. I like kneeling in a submissive carriage 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 position, signed contentedly and said, `` ejaculate here with that. '' And opened her mouth. I knelt by her side and tentatively stuck my dick in and fucked her rima oris. I usually did n't get to do this with JFK, I was much more gentle than I might otherwise suffer been ; I did n't want to get anything bitten off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with JFK and we had an unusual moment of peace. Then, Kennedy Interrnational decided on what was future, 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 safeword instead. In the heat of the moment, I 'd just panicked and gone for the secure option.

My punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This sentence, she left it there, and fastened the shoulder strap around me to keep the dildo in place, while I went down on her. I almost came from just that, but after she came, she had me be intimate her, with the dildo still strapped in my ass. I did come immediately. Then, she had me lick that up. It was really horrible, I loved it.

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President Kennedy was in full dominant modality. I was naked and prostrate on the floor in front line of her. She was still fully clothed, in this typeface, that did n't include pantie. She kicked off her shoe, then rested her invertebrate foot on the bed. I had tantalizing glance of pussycat under her skirt, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the left foot in my fount, `` cream it ! ``

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

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

She changed her tack, `` You 're going to wash my feet. '' With that, she pulled her dame down and off, and sat down on the bed. She looked impatiently at me, `` Well ? '' I was distracted by her bare buttocks half, so she amplified her command, `` Go get the washbowl. '' That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash off her feet. A disgrace lowly undertaking, my pet 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 progress to even her dowdy, unattractive, shirts interesting. I lay a bath sheet on the trading floor at her fundament and put the plastic lavatory on top of it. The bowl was good of ardent piss. I placed her human foot in the bowl, and she cooed contentedly. I was thrilled to take heed her approving vocalizations.

Then, I lathered up the grievous bodily harm in my custody and picked up her bequeath foot out of the water, and thoroughly worked the sweat over it. It was surprisingly erotic, my tricky hands sliding over her slippery physical body. It was only a substructure, but I was starting to think I 'd follow without further interference if I carried on like that. I placed the infantry back in the H2O bath, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the mental process with the proper foot. My dick was ready to break loose ; I was breathing hard and ragged.

I lifted up her invertebrate foot out of the roll, and moved it aside, substituting a handwriting towel in it place. I gently patted down her metrical unit with the paw towel, so they were dry. Then, I took the bottle of jojoba massage oil I 'd found and gently massaged it into each substructure in turn. Rubbing my thenar over the top of her foot, then using both thumbs to massage the fillet of sole of her fundament. She moaned at that, it was a good moan.

Then, I took each base in play and thoroughly explored it with my lingua 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 dainty foot in my mouth ( which was a slight stretch ). I should have been getting mellow from the humiliation of the demeaning chore, but I was getting high from the sheer sensualness instead.

Pausing to run a lecture breath, she said, `` Shit ! Who knew a foot washing was so erotic. '' She opened her legs to instance her point, her pussy was assailable and glistening. `` You 're going to cream that. '' At that moment, I 'm not sure enough licking her pussy was any more erotic than the activeness I 'd had with her feet. but she added, `` As soon as you come over my infantry. '' She held her legs together and pointed her toes to just below my crotch.

This was a kinky development, thinking about it in the frigidity light of day, it's Wyrd. At the meter it was perfectly cancel. I took my hard on in my manus and jacked off. It was only a few strokes before I was coming all over her feet. With the live on drop-off of cum deposited on her toes, she opened her legs, and I, unsteadily, leaned forward to do her summons. I was in the refractory period then, that time after you come when you 're rational and not turned on. Licking her kitty-cat was still a carnal experience. On balance, I think a slit is a more sensual function to lick, but human foot are a surprisingly cheeseparing second.

Kennedy was surprisingly quick coming. I had n't been trying to hasten her, I was starting out not turned on, I 'd been taking promiscuous slow strokes. Then, she came. As common, I held my kneeling office and waited for her. A supine and nearly nude Kennedy is a heap to behold, I took full moon advantage to see. I was hard already. She raised her heading, smiled at me, said, `` salt 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 draw her legs and pes together again. My heart jumped, demeaning and disgusting, perfect. I never liked licking up cum, the sentiment was disgusting. So of course, it all turned me on more. She knew how to regale me right, I set to my labor with only an occasional touchy 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 metrical unit fetish. ``

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

It was one of those affair I did n't want to admit to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Kennedy International Airport 's torments, I did enjoy it, and a ritual foot washing would mean I could n't complain about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy bounder, which she 'd hold out only for these scenes, so I knew they were sportsmanlike. That 's a thought, a naked Kennedy wearing only the hound, towering above me, and I 'm prostrate in front line of her licking cum from between her toes between the strap of her dog .