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

The sex would succeed her mood in the remainder of the world. If she got into an argument with soul, I'd get turned on because I knew she'd take that out on me later. Then there was her body of work in the smut manufacture. That was both a beginning of horniness and defeat for her. It was a big source of frustration for her as it was a male dominated earthly concern, where the girlfriend's legal opinion are neither solicited or heard. The young woman are just assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the foiling would roil over and Kennedy would"strike her oeuvre home"and then vent those frustrations on me. That could be gratifying, and a big turn on, as well as very dreadful and/or humiliating. It suited me, but isn't the gunpoint of this story.

On the other deal, we could have some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porno performers, when"off duty,"are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and imply it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and `` friends with welfare '' for about 18 month of that. About 500 twenty-four hour period, so I 'd guess around a thousand piece of tail or former 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 even. I 've always worked out, just to be healthy, but once I took up with Kennedy, it became training, so I could keep up.

I got a typical textual matter from President John F. 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 JFK, fastidious. Of class, showering was now difficult. I now had a raging hard on, because whatever President John F. Kennedy wanted I was going to love, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy 's locker room without anyone seeing the punishing on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to JFK 's stead. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her margin call out, `` Yeah ? '' So I came on into her studio flat. President Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It 's a straightaway shot from her front line door through her kitchen to the desk. As I 'm walking the 20 paces to her, she turns her chair round to front me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She 's dressed in the usual, tartan shirt and grim grey tenacious bird. I note she 's not wearing the usual sensible brake shoe, any hose or panties, she 'd got prepare for me. I 'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty distinctive. She confirms that by nodding in the direction of her pussy. But first, she wants me to strip off, she nods in the instruction of my private parts, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on ( as well as me, of grade ). She likes it even more that she can pee me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my hooey, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand au naturel, 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 nominal head of her cook to get to work. That variety of work, I really do fuck. But, she has an surrogate programme, she waves me back on my feet, then to further to her, and she went down on me instead.

That was a surprise, I love that, Kennedy is the absolute best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to equate her to. If I 'd been thinking, I might have wondered what her patch was. Sometimes she was just nice to me, sometimes but not often. But whatever, I 'm standing there having my dick sucked, not worrying about anything, that was until my knee joint started giving way. I did n't want to stir up Jack Kennedy, she was n't going to wish that, and I did n't require the cock sucking to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while President John F. Kennedy kept blowing me. It did n't take her long to cease me off though, I had n't had any sex yet that day.

While I 'm sitting there, trying to recuperate from that, I hear President Kennedy clearing her throat. She 's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my stifle again, and this time I got to actually go down on President John F. Kennedy. She 's obviously already turned on and wet. I 'm still a bit foggy from the blowjob, but even in this condition, I still really like licking kitty ; it 's very sultry. It 's also going to turn 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, sometimes she 's Sir Thomas More raring and has a smorgasbord of more or less painful way to tell me to speed things up. She 's writhing around in her chairwoman, I ca n't see what she 's doing as she 's dropped the skirt back over my head, but that and the moan are unspoilt signs. 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 chance, so I speed things up and go for the coupe de grace and she comes, very noisily, shuddering.

I keep my position between her legs and delay for her to act. 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 care to get me some of that as well. She looks at the couch behind her, the desk in front of her and the bed the early side of the desk. We 've done a variety of sex acts on each of those while of furniture. Not to mention the base, 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 chick and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back on the bed, her legs opened. She 's smoking hot, I love fucking Kennedy ; she seems to like it as well.

So I get between her legs and start fucking her, perfect. We 'd both arrive recently, so I take this sluggish and build up up to a new sexual climax for both of us, I guess that was her plan with the blowjob, slow me down. Kennedy warms up quickly, and starts squirming and moaning again. This time 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 her long to issue forth ; she must have been wound up. I 'm still aways from coming, after having come not so long ago. I pause to let her make out down, and she growls at me, `` Do n't break ! '' OK, that 's different, but I do n't contend and take up fucking her again.

She hardly seems to take in stopped coming before she 's coming again. That 's fucking hot, hot enough I do n't intend I 'm going to be long before I join her. This time I do n't pause, I carry on, upping the pacing, rapidly getting to my sexual climax. She hardly calms down at all before she 's coming, and so am I. Wow ! That 's some slip, coming together.

I 'm lying on John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and have a face fully of boob. That 's respectable. That 's when I think, almost panicking ,'I 'M LYING ON Kennedy .'I did n't guess she 'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the foreland, 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 detain ? '' She 'd never asked me to stay the dark before, usually she 'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Jack Kennedy, its nice waking up next to her, and she 'll usually desire More later. That 's good for me.

'' Yeah. '' I reply, trying to vocalize cool, but I 'm really happy about that.

'' You can do that again. … when I 've recovered. '' That was something to bet forward to. I did get to love her again before we went to kip, 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 agnise there was a hand on my pecker, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could find her behind me, pressing her dumbbell into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy, I do n't have intercourse anyone else who 'd break into my elbow room in the good morning just to jack me off. I was also penny-pinching to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me turn to look her, and drag in my hand down to her snatch. 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 book sentence. Then she gets up, put 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 `` crusade by '' screwing in the sunup was n't unusual, but that was weird.

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Then there was the time I got a textbook late at night, `` Fuck me then go - Kennedy. '' I was n't going to contend, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but could n't bring myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a swoon vocalization replied, `` Yeah. '' So I walked into her studio apartment. 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 wooden leg open.

I unzipped myself and knelt behind her, and entered her. She was ready for this, I was make for this, so I went at it hard. I was n't going to get hold of foresighted, but Jack Kennedy was even quicker. 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 made it obvious what she wanted, so I zipped up and left. It just seemed so titillating being so neutral. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of memory I 'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to rest when she did n't scream, 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 fountainhead. That was a pretty 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 good because slightly dusty cockcrow cunt 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,"Stay there."

So I wasn't being kicked out immediately that looked ripe for me. The happy realization that I 'd, unusually, stayed over end night filtered through to my learning ability, along with the mouthful of Kennedy International Airport 's pussy, 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 occupy care 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 happen. Mainly I just hope I'm going to get off, but whatever plans Kennedy Interrnational had would be estimable with me. So I'm really backbreaking, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and grinning, I get self-conscious and blush, but don't top myself up. She does like ogling me. She seems to think I'm hot, I have no public opinion on this, I don't fancy men, so I've no mind what makes them hot. She's looking at me hungrily, either I'm breakfast or she's horny, she's direction on my dick, so I guess horny.

Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, straddles my head, and gets on top of me in the 69 position. If I had n't had a puss in my face, there would take in been a big smile there, that's one of my favorites ( though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a deary ). This clock time it seems to be for her benefit, I'm supposed to get her off. That can go either way, it's unmanageable to try getting both of you off at once, so I'm trying not to be distracted by her backtalk on my hawkshaw. While having your tool in Kennedy's mouth tends to the creative thinker blowing, she wasn't very active so I could just about keep my mind on my chore. 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 good signal when she stops doing anything to me ; my dick was still in her lip so that was serious. She's tensing up and shaking, before she collapses her good exercising weight on top of me.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy is not that wakeless, so I can remain firm that, but my submissive slope really loves that, and it's really rather titillating being squashed by a raw Kennedy like that. But, soon enough 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 hoist up already, and Kennedy was after something, and she's rubbing her pussy all over my fount, in a rather predominant way, I didn't stand a opportunity. I came speedily, and explosively, leaving me senseless.

She briefly took to sitting on my look and wiggled her pussy on it, unfortunately, I was a bit far gone to fully treasure 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 severely when I get back."At that I wondered if she'd been listening on my castle in Spain of being kept as a sex slave by her, then she added the practical teaching,"And clean and jerk yourself up, you reek."

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy International Airport. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a trivial oeuvre, I had my laptop with me, that's about all I needed, but that took my mind off affair and my hard on would wilt. So I watched a few of Jack Kennedy's videos on the laptop computer. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of dissimilar way. I didn't jack off lots 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 come back to use me.

It was mid first light when I heard the room access open, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for John Fitzgerald Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her skirt to pull her pantie down. Then, again without a Good Book, climbed on the bed, and onto my cheek, 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 farsighted to come.

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

The panties she left me with were quite damp. I sniffed them, they smelled most erotically of Kennedy. I did try to do some workplace, lying on Kennedy's bed, au naturel, sniffing her step-in at the same time. I did manage to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the threshold first step again. This clip I'm prevarication there, her pantie in one hand, and working one handed with the former. My dick wasn't particularly stiff, but it immediately started rectifying that on hearing the door.

Kennedy saw me there and looked thoughtful. 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 care. This was looking good for me."I could put on the miniskirt,"her Elwyn Brooks White leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated rig of hers."kneel before you and blow your nous through your dick."I had no uncertainty she could do exactly that, she had quite a few times.

I moaned at the thought, I couldn't have thought of a better payoff myself, but then she offered,"Or, you could put on those pantie,"that was new, she hadn't tried making me wear her intimate apparel as a humiliation before, I was mortified at the opinion, and so turned on, I'm surprised I didn't come on the pip."Then you can make me lunch,"that wouldn't be too unusual, I'm not a bad cook, Jack Kennedy is. My submissive face likes doing things like that for her,"while I sit and laugh at you."I blushed as I realized how humiliating that would be and how much it would turn me on.

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

Kennedy does know me very well. She's offering me the thoroughgoing phantasy, or exquisite mortification. 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 lawsuit 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 charge, if she was Kennedy, she wasn't going for the getup for my benefit. But, a cock sucking from a nude Kennedy is only infinitesimally less adept than a cock sucking from Kennedy wearing the dame. Once she started, I really didn't care.

After I finished, in a fair metre, she hugged me and let me convalesce for once before getting me to go down on her. Then after that we got dejeuner, she did ask me if I liked the former estimate and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She's pretty smartness ( as well as smart and pretty ) .