As I said, almost of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we'd worked out our twist ons, she felt unloosen to be her prevalent ego. It was her who decided what sex we'd have, and also the mood. We had plentitude of straight vanilla sex, then there were those installment where Kennedy was more dominant allele or humiliated me. What with my proclivities, that would be somewhere between a big turn on and totally awesome.

The sex would follow her mood in the respite of the world. If she got into an contestation with someone, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd strike that out on me later. Then there was her work in the porn diligence. That was both a source of hotness and frustration for her. It was a big beginning of foiling for her as it was a male person dominated human race, where the miss's opinions are neither solicited or heard. The female child are just asset to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would churn over and Kennedy would"take her study home"and then vent those frustrations 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 former deal, we could consume some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most erotica performer, when"off obligation,"are really vanilla. They just want to stimulate sex and think of it, not perform. We were working together for about two twelvemonth, and `` ally with welfare '' for about 18 months of that. About 500 daylight, so I 'd think around a G screw or early sex. How do you select just one or two to write 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 healthy, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became breeding, so I could keep up.

I got a distinctive text from Kennedy : `` Come here - Kennedy. ``

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

To which she replied, `` Shower first. '' That 's Kennedy, fastidious. Of course, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever Kennedy wanted I was going to relish, at to the lowest degree in some way. Now, I had to shower down in the guy 's footlocker room without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to President John F. Kennedy 's place. The doorway was unlocked as common, I knocked and heard her margin call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio apartment apartment. Kennedy Interrnational was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a full-strength shot from her strawman door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the twenty yard to her, she turns her chair round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the common, plaid shirt and dark Grey long chick. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or step-in, she 'd got ready for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the direction of her pussy. But first, she wants me to peel off, she nods in the guidance of my fork, which is her sign for that. She likes me doing her command, it turns her on ( as well as me, of course ). She likes it even more that she can prepare me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my stuff and nonsense, 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 path, that just turns me on more. She smiles, I passed her inspection, I liked that, I like pleasing Jack Kennedy. So I drop to my knees in movement of her ready to get to work. That kind of body of work, I really do sleep together. But, she has an alternate design, 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, President Kennedy is the rank in force cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might have wondered what her plot of ground was. Sometimes she was just overnice to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my peter sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my genu started giving way. I did n't want to disturb Kennedy, she was n't going to like that, and I did n't want the blowjob to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while John Fitzgerald Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her long to complete 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 President Kennedy clearing her pharynx. She 's raised her chick again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my articulatio genus again, and this clip I got to actually go down on Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit logy from the blowjob, but even in this circumstance, I still really like licking pussy ; it 's very sensual. It 's also going to bend me back on in a hurry.

I want to enjoy myself, so I try not to get her off too quickly. This time, that agrees with Kennedy Interrnational, sometimes she 's more impatient and has a variety of more or less painful ways to tell apart me to belt along things up. She 's writhing around in her chair, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my head, but that and the moans are good signs. I 'm enjoying this, and I 'm getting turned on again, licking a kitty-cat does that to me. I 'm getting turned on decent, I want something to hap, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my emplacement between her wooden leg and wait for her to incite. Eventually, she lifts the doll off me. Her shirt is now undone, no bra, I guess she 'd been playing with her boob. I 'd care to get me some of that as well. She looks at the sofa behind her, the desk in straw man of her and the bed the early side of meat of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those while of furniture. Not to observe the level, the breakfast bar, and the bath.

She fixates on the bed, and Tell me, `` serve me to the bed and fuck me. '' simple, easy, hone for me. She gets up a bit falteringly, and I help her. She discards the skirt and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her spinal column on the bed, her legs undecided. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy Interrnational ; she seems to care it as well.

So I get between her peg and start fucking her, perfect. We 'd both get recently, so I take this slow and build up to a new coming for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the cock sucking, slow me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This time I can see her playing with her dope. That 's hot, I 'd still get laid to get me some of that. It does n't charter her long to amount ; 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 up down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't barricade ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't contend and drive up fucking her again.

She hardly seems to induce stopped coming before she 's coming again. That 's fucking hot, hot enough I do n't believe I 'm going to be longsighted before I join her. This time I do n't intermit, I carry on, upping the tempo, rapidly getting to my climax. 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and have a face full of tit. That 's in effect. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON KENNEDY .'I did n't conceive she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a deal pats me gently on the head, she does n't seem 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 on ? '' She 'd never asked me to detain the night before, usually she 'll just quetch me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its nice waking up adjacent to her, and she 'll usually require more later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to sound sang-froid, but I 'm really happy about that.

'' You can do that again. … when I 've recovered. '' That was something to depend forward to. I did get to love her again before we went to log Z's, 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 gain there was a hand on my dick, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her boobs into my spinal column. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't know anyone else who 'd break out into my room in the morning just to jacklight me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round of drinks to face her, and tangle my manus down to her pussy. She makes it obvious she wants me to jill her, so I did. She 's really wet and ready. I finger her, and she comes in record time. Then she gets up, put on her clothes 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 `` effort by '' fuck in the forenoon was n't strange, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a text late at Night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy Interrnational. '' I was n't going to reason, but sprinted over to her post. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't bestow myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint part 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 legs open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was gear up for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to take long, but Jack Kennedy was even prompt. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.

She 'd pee it obvious what she wanted, so I zipped up and left. It just seemed so erotic being so neutral. I relived that one a lot. That would be the kind of memory I 'd jack up off to, but JFK had me in use so a great deal I needed to rest when she did n't call, so no jacking off.

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One break of the day I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy pushing down on top of my mind. That was a pretty stock way of saying she wanted me to go down on her, so I did. I could separate she was turned on, and I quickly became turned on myself. That's skilful because slightly stale morning pussycat 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 shower, and told me,"hitch there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The felicitous actualization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over last-place night filtered through to my brain, along with the mouthful of Kennedy 's puss, and the fact that she 'd left me horny was n't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she 'd take forethought of that before I was dismissed.

She comes out of the bathroom looking smoking hot as always, I'm lying on the bed, kind of day dreaming about what I hope is going to encounter. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans President Kennedy had would be good with me. So I'm really arduous, 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 think 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 focusing on my prick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a Holy Scripture, lifts her leg, straddle my caput, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine position. If I had n't had a puss in my face, there would take been a big smile there, that's one of my favourite ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a preferred ). This time it seems to be for her welfare, 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 dick in Kennedy's oral cavity tends to the mind blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about hold open my mind on my undertaking. I was motivated, if I slacked off, she'd probably stop that.

Its going well, I'm really enjoying myself, concentrating on getting Kennedy off. I take it as a in force signboard when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her sassing so that was soundly. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her broad exercising weight on top of me.

Kennedy is not that heavy, so I can stand that, but my submissive side really loves that, and it's really rather erotic being squashed by a naked Kennedy like that. But, soon enough President Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjobs, and this was no elision. I think she was trying to get me off quickly ; it was mind blowing. I'm really wound up already, and Jack Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my human face, in a rather dominant way, I didn't stand a chance. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my face and wiggled her twat on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully appreciate that. Then she got up, and started putting on her clothes. 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 naked and intemperate when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my daydream of being kept as a sex slave by her, then she added the hard-nosed instructions,"And clean yourself up, you reek."

That was bazaar gossip, so I showered and got a slight breakfast and then waited for JFK. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a lilliputian work, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my nous off things and my grueling on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy's videos on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching President John F. Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of different mode. I didn't jack off much though, Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I 'm sure as shooting I could please her Sir Thomas More if I lasted longer when she did issue forth back to use me.

It was mid morning when I heard the door exposed, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy Interrnational. She came into the room, 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 face, this fourth dimension facing the other way, so I got to concentrate on getting her off. I love that, but unfortunately, it didn't take her recollective to come.

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

The pantie she left me with were quite muffle. I sniffed them, they smelled about erotically of Kennedy Interrnational. I did try to do some work, lying on Kennedy's bed, naked, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did bring off to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door curtain raising again. This time I'm lying there, her panties in one deal, and working one handed with the other. My dick wasn't particularly stiff, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked serious-minded. After some moments 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 fear. This was looking good for me."I could put on the mini,"her whitened leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated turnout of hers."Kneel before you and blow your idea through your dick."I had no doubt she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a bettor reward myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those panty,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her lingerie as a chagrin before, I was mortified at the sentiment, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the place."Then you can make me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, Kennedy is. My submissive position 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 lot it would twist me on.

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

Jack Kennedy does make out me very well. She's offering me the perfective tense fantasy, or exquisite humiliations. I didn't know what I wanted, I might have 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 causa I couldn't ask for what I really wanted.

It may have been a bad move, she told me,"I feel like a blowjob, but no mini."If she was in mission, if she was Kennedy Interrnational, she wasn't going for the outfit for my welfare. But, a blowjob from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally lupus erythematosus good than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the bird. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a fairish time, she hugged me and let me retrieve 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 idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my ebullience for it. She's pretty smart ( as well as smart and pretty ) .