As I said, most of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awing. Though now we'd worked out our twist ons, she felt free to be her dominant self. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the mood. We had plenty of full-strength vanilla extract sex, then there were those episodes where Kennedy was more dominant or humiliated me. What with my proclivity, that would be somewhere between a big turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her mood in the rest of the human beings. If she got into an argument with mortal, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her work in the smut industry. That was both a source of horniness and defeat for her. It was a big germ of frustration for her as it was a male dominated world, where the girl's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The girls are just plus to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would moil over and John Fitzgerald Kennedy would"involve her work family"and then vent those foiling on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turn on, as well as very painful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the point of this story.

On the other paw, we could birth some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla extract. They just want to cause sex and think of it, not perform. We were working together for about two year, and `` admirer with welfare '' for about 18 month of that. About 500 days, so I 'd guess around a K piece of tail or other sex. How do you select just one or two to pen 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 sizeable, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became preparation, so I could keep open up.

I got a distinctive schoolbook from Kennedy : `` Come here - John Fitzgerald Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` exhibitioner first. '' That 's President Kennedy, exacting. Of course, 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 cabinet room without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy 's piazza. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a full-strength pellet from her social movement door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty step to her, she turns her chair daily round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark Lady Jane Grey long skirt. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible place, any hosepipe or scanty, she 'd got ready for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty distinctive. She confirms that by nodding in the focus of her pussy. But first, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the focus of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of class ). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such insidious commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and use up off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand bare, 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, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her inspection, I liked that, I like pleasing President Kennedy. So I drop to my knees in presence of her quick to get to run. That variety of work, I really do love. But, she has an alternate program, she waves me back on my feet, then to advance to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, John Fitzgerald Kennedy is the absolute best SOB. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might make wondered what her plot was. Sometimes she was just gracious to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my peter sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my knees started giving way. I did n't want to disturb Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't desire the blowjob to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her yearn 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my genu again, and this sentence I got to actually go down on Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit stuporous from the blowjob, but even in this status, I still really like licking pussy ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to plough me back on in a hurry.

I want to enjoy myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This meter, that agrees with Kennedy, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a variety of more or less terrible path to secernate me to hurry things up. She 's writhing around in her chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the doll back over my head, but that and the moans are good signaling. 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 materialise, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my status between her ramification and wait for her to move. Eventually, she lifts the skirt off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boobs. I 'd wish 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 other side of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those while of furniture. Not to mention the flooring, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and tells me, `` Help me to the bed and fuck me. '' Simple, easy, perfect for me. She gets up a bit unsteadily, and I help her. She discards the bird and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back on the bed, her stage opened. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking President John F. Kennedy ; she seems to care it as well.

So I get between her legs and depart fucking her, hone. We 'd both come recently, so I take this dense and build up to a new orgasm for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the cock sucking, slow me down. Kennedy International Airport warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This metre I can see her playing with her bosom. That 's hot, I 'd still love to get me some of that. It does n't take in her long to total ; 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 down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't block off ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't argue and rent 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 guess I 'm going to be yearn before I join her. This clip I do n't hesitate, I carry on, upping the pace, rapidly getting to my orgasm. She hardly calms down at all before she 's coming, and so am I. Wow ! That 's some trip, coming together.

I 'm lying on Jack Kennedy, and have a face full of boob. That 's good. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON Kennedy Interrnational .'I did n't think she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the top dog, she does n't look annoyed, that 's lucky. She hugs me, that 's nice. She sighs very contentedly, and we lie there quietly.

Eventually she asks, `` You wan na stay ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay the dark before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with JFK, its decent waking up next to her, and she 'll usually want more later. That 's good for me.

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

'' You can do that again. … when I 've recovered. '' That was something to take care forward to. I did get to fuck 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 hand on my peter, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her tit into my vertebral column. I assumed that was JFK, I do n't make love anyone else who 'd break into my room in the morning just to jack me off. I was also ending to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me beat to face her, and drags my deal down to her kitty-cat. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and set up. I finger her, and she comes in phonograph recording time. Then she gets up, put option on her apparel 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 `` driveway by '' fuck in the forenoon was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the prison term I got a schoolbook late at nighttime, `` Fuck me then go - JFK. '' I was n't going to debate, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knock, but could n't bring myself just to break in on her. So I knocked, and a faint vocalization 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 pegleg 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 hard. I was n't going to take long, but JFK was even quicker. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, President Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd name it obvious what she wanted, so I zipped up and left. It just seemed so erotic being so impersonal. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of memory I 'd jack off to, but Kennedy International Airport had me in use so much I needed to pillow when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy pushing down on top of my head. That was a passably 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 beneficial 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 exhibitor, and told me,"stoppage there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked unspoilt for me. The happy realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over finally night filtered through to my brain, along with the gustatory perception of Kennedy 's cunt, and the fact that she 'd get out me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd fill charge of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the bathroom looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, sort of day dreaming about what I hope is going to happen. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans Kennedy had would be good with me. So I'm really heavily, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-aware and blush, but don't cover myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to mean I'm hot, I have no opinion on this, I don't fancy men, so I've no idea what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's focussing on my dick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a countersign, lifts her leg, straddles my psyche, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine view. If I had n't had a pussy in my look, there would have been a big grin there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a favorite ). This fourth dimension it seems to be for her benefit, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's difficult to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her mouth on my dick. While having your cock in Kennedy Interrnational's mouth tends to the head blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about celebrate my intellect on my labor. 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 signal when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her mouth so that was good. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her wide-cut weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that clayey, so I can stick out that, but my submissive slope really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a nude Jack Kennedy like that. But, soon enough Jack Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing cock sucking, and this was no exception. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really twist up already, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her twat all over my boldness, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a fortune. 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 apparel. She told me,"I'm going to want 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 bare and knockout when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my daydreams of being kept as a sex slave by her, then she added the practical instructions,"And clean and jerk yourself up, you reek."

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a petty breakfast and then waited for President John F. Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little body of work, I had my laptop computer with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off matter and my voiceless on would droop. So I watched a few of John Fitzgerald Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a plurality of unlike way of life. I didn't jack off much though, Kennedy Interrnational would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm for sure I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did total back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the door open, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the way, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her dame to pull her scanty down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my brass, this time facing the other way, so I got to concentrate on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her long to come.

She got off me, again somewhat unsteadily. She picked up her step-in which were lying on the desk, said to me,"present tense for you."And threw them at me. Then she made to will, but paused, and asked,"Did you get any work done ?"I shook my head and indicated to my steady gumshoe. She laughed and said,"You should concentrate on work, but I'll be back."Then she left.

The pantie she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some work, lying on Kennedy's bed, au naturel, sniffing her pantie at the Saame metre. I did finagle to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door opening again. This sentence I'm lying there, her panties in one hand, and working one handed with the former. My hawkshaw wasn't particularly stiff, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

JFK saw me there and looked paying attention. After some here and now of contemplation, she said,"I feel like rewarding you."She wasn't specific about what I was being rewarded for, but I didn't particularly concern. This was looking in force for me."I could put on the mini,"her White River leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated rig of hers."kneeling before you and mess up your thinker through your dick."I had no doubt she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the opinion, I couldn't have thought of a better advantage myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those panties,"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 touch."Then you can get to me lunch,"that wouldn't be too strange, I'm not a bad James Cook, John Fitzgerald Kennedy is. My submissive slope likes doing affair like that for her,"while I sit and laugh at you."I blushed as I realized how humiliating that would be and how a good deal it would rick me on.

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

Kennedy International Airport does eff me very well. She's offering me the perfect phantasy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might receive leaned towards the lunch and all it entailed, but I couldn't admit to that. She looked questioning,"well ?"

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 ingest been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in bursting charge, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the turnout for my welfare. But, a blowjob from a naked President John F. Kennedy is only infinitesimally less in force than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a fairish 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 melodic theme and I protested vigorously that it was a frightful approximation. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .