I have several ideas for follow up stories for my KAW entry, "The Kennedys", so I'm making a series of it. I have two seasons of episodes lined up, and I'll be releasing them one a week, at about this time every week.

For season 1, the current line up of episodes is:

Episode 1.1: A Little Test.
Episode 1.2: Kennedy in Charge.
Episode 1.3: That Got the Cream.
Episode 1.4: Co-Ed Axe Murderer.
Episode 1.5: Safe at Third Base.
Episode 1.6: Kiki at Large.

This is subject to change if I get a better idea.

 

Episode 1.1: A Little Test

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Tags: BDSM, bondage, spanking

This starts a bit slow, I'm told its worth it in the end.

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So I took up with Kennedy, we got home from the weekend shooting in L.A. She was horny, very horny. So was I, I hadn't had sex since the early hours of the morning. Kennedy dragged me up to her room, and got me to go down on her, then I fucked her. Once we were done, we'd both come again, that was it, I had served my purpose; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my place on the other side of the graduate village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that's what being friends with benefits means. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the tone for our interactions, I felt like I was being used, and that Kennedy was rude towards me, but I seemed to like it. I just got turned on by that. That I didn't understand. So, as with any problem I don't understand, I researched the issue. There's a lot of information about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain wrong. There are a lot of opinions, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most useful to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of questions, some of them about things I'd never considered and then ranked my tastes. It also had explanations of the terms used, so I could understand its rankings. It reckoned:

99% Non-monogamist
92% Voyeur
88% Submissive
70% Experimentalist
62% Exhibitionist
61% Rope Bunny
58% Degradee
48% Slave
33% Primal (Prey)
31% Brat
27% Switch
27% Vanilla
25% Rigger
20% Degrader
18% Dominant
17% Masochist
14% Primal (Hunter)
13% Master/Mistress
12% Brat Tamer
10% Girl/Boy
8% Daddy/Mommy
8% Owner
4% Pet
3% Ageplayer
1% Sadist

Some of its conclusions, I might argue with, I think I'm pretty vanilla really, but it doesn't. (Vanilla is normal, liking normal sex. I like normal sex.) I also think their methodology is flawed, and the numbers too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to think about.

I'm not sure I am a "non-monogamist" at heart, but Kennedy has made it quite clear I'm not to get attached and expects me to fuck others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching porn, I like watching others fuck in front of me, so I wouldn't argue with "voyeur".

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, "Submissives like to follow. Some like to give control away to their partners." That'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we're going to have. Well, I like that we have sex, and then I like that its at her behest which makes it even better. It also says, "Submissives typically pair up with dominants."

Intrigued by what it was telling me, I mentioned it to Kennedy, who took the test herself. For Kennedy, it reckoned:

99% Dominant
98% Master/Mistress
96% Sadist
95% Rigger
95% Primal (Hunter)
92% Degrader
90% Owner
82% Experimentalist
80% Non-monogamist
78% Brat Tamer
65% Voyeur
62% Exhibitionist
20% Daddy/Mommy
7% Masochist
7% Brat
7% Vanilla
5% Primal (Prey)
3% Switch
3% Ageplayer
1% Rope Bunny
1% Degradee
0% Submissive
0% Slave
0% Girl/Boy
0% Pet

Basically that's saying she likes almost every type of dominant role, and hates the submissive ones. We're compatible in that we both score highly for "non-monogamist," "experimentalist" and "voyeur/exhibitionist." So we have some common ground and like experimenting, then it comes to she's dominant and I'm submissive, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That's the part I really like. What it says about dominants:

"Dominants like to be in charge. Some like to have their partner obey them without question." That's us. Then of course, "Dominants typically pair up with submissives."

Then, it comes to how she'd like to express that dominance, she really scored high for "rigger," she likes to tie her partner up, and degrader, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the other hand, I scored high for "rope bunny," liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I'm not so sure I like the idea of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being helpless and at Kennedy's tender mercies turned me on so much. Of course, in my version of the fantasy, I'm helpless and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I don't know how the reality would turn out.

Then there are the ones I'm somewhat ambivalent about. Master/slave, and hunter/prey. It’s not that I had a strong desire for these, but I didn't mind so much, and Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I'd be happy. Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sort of way was the sort of thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these elements into our sex lives in a mindful manner, we'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, Kennedy just liked the ideas the test gave her. She really liked that I would let her do that to me, and I’d enjoy it. (I’m still not sure enjoy is the right word though.)

Then there's the incompatibility with sadism/masochism. The idea of inflicting pain really does it for Kennedy (at 96%), but I really don't like that idea, of being the one inflicted with the pain, all of 17%, and I'd put it lower. Now that's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey tendencies make the idea of it happening exciting, just, I can't imagine liking pain.

Then there was another thing about BDSM I learnt from my research, the "safeword". In a BDSM "scene," "no" might very well not mean "no". So you have to have another way of saying, "No, don't do that, I don't want that, anything but that." If I said that to the dominat/master/sadist/hunter/degrader Kennedy, it'd probably turn her on so much I wouldn't get out alive. So you chose an innocuous word you're unlikely to use accidentally and that means "no", or "stop".

Now using your safeword is going to be quite disruptive to your love life, so it’s not something either of you'd want to do. So the dominant should know how far to push the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also have "yellow" safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive (that's me isn't it), is nearing their breaking point. You can also have "green" safewords, saying they're not being dominant enough. It seems those sort of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and green ones, the real safeword is now the "red" one. So we settled on the safe words:

Red: Phlogiston
Yellow: Aether drift (or Aether or drift or similar)
Green: Thermo(dynamics), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we're physics nerds. We took a couple of concepts (heat and reference frames in this case) and used their discredited theories as "no thank you" safewords, we're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current theories to mean "yes please," but we're still unlikely to say them accidentally. (Phlogiston is a discredited theory of heat; thermodynamics is the current theory of heat which seems to work. Aether drift is a discredited theory of an absolute reference frame in the Universe; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it didn't exist.)

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the scores lined up it was natural that we'd try it. So with our new found insights into our psyches, we experimented. Like I say, we scored high for "Experimentalist” (70 and 82%). The obvious one to try was rigger/rope bunny, i.e. bondage, she'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a look around Kennedy's studio where were having this discussion and came up with a workable plan.

About the only place we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy full access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the counter and my face hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy could lie on it, and my face could line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the counter and spread my legs until my dick was below counter height. Then I leant over the counter, with my arms and head over the front of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of course, I had all sorts of thoughts of what I'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in control. I was naked of course, and really, really hard.

That was when Kennedy had her own idea. She lay one of the barstools on its side behind my ankles, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an improvised "spreader bar," something to keep my feet apart, making me more vulnerable, I liked this a lot. What surprised me later is there's a Wikipedia article for "spreader bar," and that you can buy them from Amazon.

Now, she tested the setup. She ducked under the counter, and I felt her mouth on my dick. She sucked me long enough for me to moan appreciatively. I was really liking this; this was my fantasy. But, she didn't do it for long enough for anything to happen. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy licking position. She pulled off her panties from under her skirt and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my face; I couldn't move to get to her. This I really, really, really liked, but it didn't go on long enough for me, or her to get off.

She hopped down off the table and asked rhetorically, "Now what?" She walked into the kitchen behind me, where I couldn't see what she was doing. I heard her rummaging in draws. Next she stands behind me and fondles my ass, and reaches under to grab my dick, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so much, I moan some at that. Then, she said, "If you can't escape in the next ten seconds, I'm going to spank you."

Now the idea of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the idea of pain was not. So I struggled to get free. I didn't manage it in the ten seconds allowed, I don't think I could have got free by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, "Ow!" I struggled even harder to get loose, but still couldn't manage it, despite a few more whacks to encourage me.

Then, Kennedy walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoon. She put that down on the desk in front of me. There's a name for that, showing the torture victim the tools of their torment, to freak them out. Kennedy's sadism was showing itself. She said, "I'm going to use that on you again." I really was in two minds about that, the pain was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really good. She reached under the counter and grabbed my dick, saying, "You like that, don't you?”

"No."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"He doesn't seem so sure." She stepped up to my head again, "I know I'm sure." She lifted her skirt and spread her pussy lips; she was most definitely turned on by this. She picked up the spoon again, "I'm going to spank you, and I'm going to enjoy this." She stepped back behind me and whack!

"OW!" I tried reasoning with her, "Don’t, please, I don't like it." That was a bad move, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me harder. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she didn't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was face to face with me, "Thank you." She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, "I really thought you'd have used the safeword before now."

My reaction, "Oh, I didn't think of that, I just wanted you to stop."

"You mean you weren't playing?"

"No."

"Oh you moron, you have to spoil things." Obviously, she thought I’d been consenting to the treatment, and not using the safeword when I should have, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappointed in me, that was it for the night, I got to sleep alone, and feel awful for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon prime is amazing, my order arrived by lunch the next day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was unusual, she'd usually breeze into my place like she owned it (and me), or she summoned me to her. She answered the door, and I said, "Sorry." And presented her with the box of the thing's I'd ordered.

She looked unimpressed, she asked, "What's this."

I looked around nervously, "Could I come in and tell you?"

She looked puzzled, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the counter I'd been tied to the night before. I pulled out an item and gave it to Kennedy. "What is it?” She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, "A real spreader bar." Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more, "Velcro cuffs." There were several sets of those, with clip on straps. "Spanking paddle." It was a wide leather paddle, with a handle, just what you'd need to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the last item and handed it to Kennedy, saying, "I'd really hate it if you used that on me. Please don't."

"What's this?" She asked.

"A strap on dildo, I don't want you to fuck me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating." I wasn't kidding; the idea horrified me. Of course, I didn't want to admit, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock hard, of course. She grabbed my hard on, and said, "I'll give you one more chance, if you screw this up, that's it." I didn't say anything. "Well, take your stuff off." I hastened to strip off and stood before her, still hard of course. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, "Well, clear it off." Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the counter quickly and took up the same position as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader bar and some cuffs and attached it to my ankles. She grabbed my dick from behind, saying, "I like this." She wasn't the only one.

Then, she got some more cuffs and attached my wrists to my thighs. Now, I was helpless, she said, "You forgot the desk," she was right, I hadn't pulled the desk up in my haste to get tied up. I was crestfallen; I'd disappointed her. Kennedy took advantage of my slip, saying, "maybe this will help you remember in future." She brandished the paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each cheek. OW, I was still a bit tender from yesterday, but I stayed mute. Kennedy went and fetched the desk positioning it like yesterday.

She put the paddle and the strap-on on the desk where I could see them. "I had thought your idea of fucking you in the ass was perfect, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I don't know why I'm explaining this to you, there's nothing you can do about it, is there?" I shook my head. Having no say in my own torment was a big turn on, but I still hated both options, but also I still thrilled at the thought of either. Maybe you can tell I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an idea at the same time.

She sat on the desk and picked up the paddle, and stroked it. She pointed it at me, "Now you remember how this works?" I wasn't sure what she was asking, I looked questioning. "Your safeword? You remember, when it gets too much for you, you use the safeword." I nodded. I was not going to forget that again. Then she added, "I've decided to make a new rule, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I'll blow you as much as you want for a day." That sounded amazing, I really liked that idea, she saw my expression. "Of course if you use it before you really mean it, I won't be pleased. If I'm not pleased, you get to go home." She was really going to make my life hard; she'd already made me really hard.

She thrust the paddle at me, and demanded, "Safeword!?"

"Phlogiston."

"Good." Then she got up, and stepped towards my rear. I was really turned on by all this; I was so hard. But, I still don't like being spanked, so I pleaded with her again, which of course turned her on more. I thought it would; I hoped she appreciated my efforts. OW, no, I really don't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn’t have to play a part; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to hold on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too much for me, so I eventually shouted, "PHLOGISTON!" Then burst into tears.

Kennedy stopped, and hurriedly started undoing the cuffs, "Why are you doing that?" I asked through my tears.

She paused and said, "You just used your safeword."

I knew that, but I really didn’t want to have gone through all that and not get something for it. So I added, "Yes, but it’s the spanking I don't like, I like the being tied up." Feeling very daring, I added, "Particularly if there was going to be a blowjob."

She laughed at that, and asked with a chuckle, "Is there anything else you want now?"

“Going down on you." My perfect fantasy would involve being tied up, a blow job and licking Kennedy's pussy. I was feeling really hopeful.

She clarified, "While you're still tied up?"

That really was the idea, so I was enthusiastic in my response, "Yes please!”

It got even better when she asked, "How do you want me dressed for this?"

I hoped this was Kennedy being nice to me, not just some psychological trap for me, "Just the white leather mini." That's how my fantasy went, Kennedy (or Kiki) in just her white leather miniskirt she sometimes wore for her job.

She disappeared into her closet, and when she came out, she was wearing just that. She stood in front of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boobs, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to come true, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more rational state of mind I might debate if it were worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the counter and I felt her mouth on my dick; this I really liked. Unfortunately, considering how turned on I was and I didn't get any last night, and I was tied up, and helpless, and my ass ached; I came almost immediately. Then I slumped, hanging off the counter like a rag-doll.

My reverie was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully appreciate this, but that was perfect, just like my fantasy. I tried my best to help Kennedy get off, but she seemed to have that in hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my face against her pussy. I wasn't performing on her, she was riding my face, it was more like she was using me as a sex toy, her real life interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a great view of a sopping wet Kennedy pussy. I just waited for Kennedy. Eventually, she raised her head and smiled at me. "I remember why I put up with you now." I took that as a compliment and basked in her approval. "Any other ideas in that fetid imagination of yours?"

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was hopeful, and I tried another of my fantasies. "Tied to the bed with you sitting on me?" She liked that idea, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine position. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her promise, I got several more blowjobs that day, and several the next, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man! It was great. After a while we settled down and only did “kinky” things once or twice a week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one item I gave her, I'll gloss over that. Mostly I liked our new found activities. Or if I didn't like them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the deal, I don't think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could push me to the edge, but then I'd think of the blowjobs if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I didn't need to, and then she'd stop before I used it. She was really annoying like that, but I didn't complain to her, as I doubt I'd like the result.

 

1.2: Kennedy in Charge.

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As I said, most of the sex me and Kennedy had was vanilla. It was still freaking awesome. Though now we’d worked out our turn 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 straight vanilla sex, then there were those episodes where Kennedy was more dominant 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 rest of the world. If she got into an argument with someone, I’d get turned on because I knew she’d take that out on me later. Then there was her work in the porn industry. That was both a source of horniness and frustration for her. It was a big source 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 assets to be used as the men want. As Kiki she went along with that, but the frustration would boil over and Kennedy would “take her work 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 other hand, we could have some really awesome sex when she was horny. It seems most porn performers, when “off duty,” are really vanilla. They just want to have sex and mean it, not perform. We were working together for about two years, and "friends with benefits" for about 18 months of that. About 500 days, so I'd guess around a thousand fucks or other 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 training, so I could keep up.

I got a typical 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 enjoy, at least in some way. Now, I had to shower in the guy's locker room without anyone seeing the hard on.

But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy's place. 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 straight shot from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her chair round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.

She's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark grey long skirt. I note she's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or panties, 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 strip off, she nods in the direction of my crotch, which is her signal for that. She likes me doing her bidding, it turns her on (as well as me, of course). She likes it even more that she can make me do it with such subtle commands.

So I pause as I exit the kitchen and take off all my stuff, it ends up on the breakfast bar. I stand naked, 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 Kennedy. So I drop to my knees in front of her ready to get to work. That kind of work, I really do love. But, she has an alternate plan, 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, Kennedy is the absolute best cocksucker. I know, I have plenty to compare her to. If I'd been thinking, I might have wondered what her plot 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 knees started giving way. I didn't want to disturb Kennedy, she wasn't going to like that, and I didn't want the blowjob to stop. I slowly moved to sit on the desk, while Kennedy kept blowing me. It didn't take her long to finish me off though, I hadn't had any sex yet that day.

While I'm sitting there, trying to recover from that, I hear Kennedy clearing her throat. She's raised her skirt again, making it obvious what she wanted. I sank to my knees again, and this time I got to actually go down on 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 pussy; it's very sensual. 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 more impatient and has a variety of more or less painful ways to tell me to speed things up. She's writhing around in her chair, I can'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 pussy does that to me. I'm getting turned on enough, I want something to happen, 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 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 like 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 pieces of furniture. Not to mention the floor, 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 skirt and shirt and is naked as she flops onto her back on the bed, her legs open. 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 come recently, so I take this slow and build up to a new orgasm 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 boobs. That's hot, I'd still love to get me some of that. It doesn't take her long to come; 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, "Don't stop!" OK, that's different, but I don't argue and take up fucking her again.

She hardly seems to have stopped coming before she's coming again. That's fucking hot, hot enough I don't think I'm going to be long before I join her. This time I don't pause, I carry on, upping the tempo, 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 Kennedy, and have a face full of boob. That's good. That's when I think, almost panicking, 'I'M LYING ON KENNEDY.' I didn't think she'd be amused, so I hurry to get off of her, but a hand pats me gently on the head, she doesn'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 wanna stay?" She'd never asked me to stay the night before, usually she'll just kick me out. I found I loved sleeping with Kennedy, its nice 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 happy about that.

"You can do that again. … when I've recovered." That was something to look 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 dick, jacking me off. As the fog of sleep cleared, I could feel her behind me, pressing her boobs into my back. I assumed that was Kennedy, I don't know anyone else who'd break into my room in the morning just to jack me off. I was also close to coming, and did.

Then she pulls me round to face her, and drags my hand 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, puts 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 "drive by" fuck in the morning wasn't unusual, 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." I wasn't going to argue, but sprinted over to her place. I hesitated before knocking, but couldn't bring myself just to bust in on her. So I knocked, and a faint voice replied, "Yeah." So I walked into her studio. She wasn'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 ready for this, I was ready for this, so I went at it hard. I wasn't going to take long, but 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 erotic being so impersonal. 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 didn'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 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 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 shower, and told me, “Stay there.”

So I wasn’t being kicked out immediately that looked good for me. The happy realization that I'd, unusually, stayed over last night filtered through to my brain, along with the taste of Kennedy's pussy, and the fact that she'd left me horny wasn't so far behind either. I was hoping as, more often than not, she'd take 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 had would be good with me. So I’m really hard, and just lying there uncovered.

She looks at me and smiles, I get self-conscious 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 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 sixty-nine position. If I hadn't had a pussy in my face, there would have been a big smile there, that’s one of my favorites (though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a favorite). This time 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 dick in Kennedy’s mouth tends to the mind blowing, she wasn’t very active so I could just about keep my mind on my task. 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 sign 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 full 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 Kennedy starts working on me in earnest. She gives amazing blowjobs, and this was no exception. I think she was trying to get me off quickly; it was mind blowing. I’m really wound up already, and Kennedy was after something, and she’s rubbing her pussy all over my 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 pussy 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 hard 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 yourself up, you reek.”

That was fair comment, so I showered and got a little breakfast and then waited for Kennedy. I lay on the bed naked. I tried doing a little work, I had my laptop with me, that’s about all I needed, but that took my mind off things and my hard on would wilt. So I watched a few of Kennedy’s videos on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of different ways. I didn’t jack off much though, Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I'm sure I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did come 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 room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her skirt to pull her panties down. Then, again without a word, climbed on the bed, and onto my face, 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 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 head and indicated to my stiff dick. 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 work, lying on Kennedy’s bed, naked, sniffing her panties at the same time. I did manage to work to some extent.

I was shaken from my reverie by the door opening again. This time I’m lying there, her panties in one hand, 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 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 mini,” her white leather miniskirt was my favorite abbreviated outfit of hers. “Kneel before you and blow your mind 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 better reward 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 spot. “Then you can make me lunch,” that wouldn’t be too unusual, I’m not a bad cook, Kennedy is. My submissive side 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 serve 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 stool 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 perfect 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 case 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 outfit for my benefit. But, a blowjob from a naked Kennedy is only infinitesimally less good than a blowjob from Kennedy wearing the skirt. Once she started, I really didn’t care.

After I finished, in a reasonable 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 idea and I protested vigorously that it was a horrible idea. I hoped she understood the subtext of my enthusiasm for it. She’s pretty smart (as well as smart and pretty).

 

1.3: That got the cream

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One afternoon, I was working in my room, when Kennedy breezed in as she'd do. She has a key to my place, so she can use me whenever she wants. That suits me. I'm sitting there waiting for her to tell me what I'm supposed to do. She doesn't say anything, just takes off her clothes, the usual dowdy ones. Her usual outfits are really unflattering, but naked she's so hot. I'm watching all this raptly, she lies down on the bed and tells me, "Well get your stuff off and fuck me."

Simple, easy to follow instructions, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my clothes got left on the chair I'd just been sitting on, and I knelt between her open legs on the bed. I enter her and thrust away. She's obviously enjoying it, the usual moaning and writhing, I'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start slow, I want to make it last, it’s probably not going to last that long, it’s the first fuck of the day, I'm always a bit eager, but I'm trying. That's when she opens her eyes and looks me directly in the eye and says, "If you come first, you're going to have to lick it up."

Kennedy does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else's, cum out of her pussy. Of course that's really humiliating and degrading, so I love it, or hate it, or both. I'm never sure about that. But it does turn me on so much, all of it, the idea of doing it, actually doing it, and Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the spot when she says that. Well not that exact spot but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she's got her hand on top of my head and pushing me down, carrying through on her threat. I get down there and start licking. I'm trying to do a good job, despite having just come. Kennedy's already totally turned on, well I'd just been fucking her, so no surprise there. She does taste a little weird, like I'd just come in her. No surprise there either, I'm not fond of the taste, but her forcing me to do it, and it being so humiliating are turning me on already. I'm getting hard again.

Kennedy doesn't take long, being so turned on already. I'm in two minds about that as well, like a lot of things. I do like going down on her, and it's disappointing when she comes so quickly, but at least now I don't need to lick my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my usual, submissive, posture waiting for Kennedy to tell me what's next.

She looks at me and smiles, and beckons me closer. I shuffle up towards her head, and she blows me. That's good. She doesn't do that too long, just enough to clean off the mess. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a couple of times. This time, she doesn't threaten to make me lick it up, or make me do it. I'm not sure if I was disappointed about that.

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Kennedy had promised me a surprise, I hoped it would be a good surprise. I'm never quite sure when it comes to Kennedy. It was Sunday evening, she'd been down in LA working and was due to fly back that evening. I got a text, "I'm here. Go to bed - Kennedy." That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already hard in anticipation.

That's how Kennedy wanted to find me when she got home. She'd get real horny, and I was there to help her with that. She has very definite ideas about what she wants, that makes life easy for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it’s good. Sometimes I'm less enthusiastic about her idea, but usually turned on by it. I said I was frightened when I first met her, well I can still be frightened of her, or rather what she wants. I hate to admit it, but being frightened like that turns me on. It certainly helps to get a hard on, Kennedy wouldn't be happy if I wasn't.

I hear Kennedy let herself in my room, there's a pause, then she's next to me. "I have a surprise for you." I didn't know what the surprise was, but she'd already lost her skirt. She was still wearing her usual plaid shirt, but also some shiny panties. That was unusual.

She knelt on the bed next to my head, I guessed I was going to get to lick her. Nothing unusual in that. Kennedy does like sitting on my face to get her licking. I like licking Kennedy at any angle, I don't think I do my best from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the panties down slowly; she had my undivided attention. When the crotch was revealed, it was a bit gooey. I guessed that there was still something left there from her job. Then as she pulled the panties down further, there was something stuck to them, which was sticking up Kennedy's pussy. That was real gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, "Open wide." I open my mouth, and she sits her pussy down on my open mouth.

Definitely gooey and sticky. Definitely cum, unfortunately, I recognize the taste. She loves getting me to lick up cum out of her pussy, I hate that really, of course the humiliation turned me on something rotten. Licking up someone else's cum is particularly humiliating. In this case, she's been shooting "Creampie Gangbang 7," so I guess she's got several guy's cum in there. (5 other guys she told me later.) I work away on her, trying to ignore the taste, getting more and more turned on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drips out of Kennedy's pussy and lands in my mouth. I almost gagged, I did moan, I was worrying I'd come without help if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate humiliation by coming herself.

She rested for a while, her full weight on my face. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't want to disturb her, I was also more worried that I'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my face and I gasped for breath. She moved down me, and managed to sit on my dick so I was inside of her. I was desperately trying not to come, luckily she didn't move. She did however, show me the panties which she'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the crotch. She pushed the dildo towards my mouth, saying, "Clean them off." She was really determined to pile on the humiliations, making it even more difficult for me to not come in her.

I opened my mouth, and she pushed the dildo inside. I licked the goo off them, and off the crotch, groaning I was so turned on. That was when Kennedy said, "I had meant to bring your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, …" I didn't catch what she said after that, I came inside kennedy, even if she weren't moving.

There were gales of laughter from Kennedy, adding to the humiliation. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a turn on, but I got over that quickly as Kennedy again sat on my face. Another gob of cum, my own this time, dripped into my mouth, and Kennedy came soon after. After resting on my face and suffocating me again, she climbed down, and cuddled up to me, sighing contentedly. After a while she did ask me if I wanted a blowjob, I of course did. She seemed quite happy for the rest of the evening and was nice to me.

—

I woke up and Kennedy told me, "Fuck me."

To say I was awake would be overstating things, but that was definitely a good idea, so I rolled over on top of her. I slipped into her easily. Oh yeah, I obviously had morning wood. I hadn't thought about that yet. I propped myself up on my arms and looked down at her while I thrust into her. She smiled at me, she liked this, I like this. I thrust into her at a steady easy pace I could keep up for the long haul.

It seems this morning I wouldn't need that long, Kennedy threw her head back and let out a low moan. She was warming up quickly. I kept up the thrusting and she got more into it, definitely it wouldn't be long now. I kicked up the speed, this was getting serious, I'd be getting there soon, so would she. She tensed up with a groan, that got to me, pushed me over the edge, I'd be coming soon. With a last growl, she relaxed as I shot my load into her pussy. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my face in her boobs, hugging her. Boobs in your face is good first thing in the morning, as is pumping cum into a pussy. Life is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the back, she wants me to get off of her, pity, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the covers with me. Kennedy threw the remaining covers off of her, and got unsteadily to her feet. I watched as she smiled at me and reached for her clothes which were stacked on my desk chair. She pulled on her panties, I started to think she had some plan. Then the rest of her clothes, her perfect body was covered up with her unflattering outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a great shame.

Now, she was Kennedy, ready for the world, she told me, "Thanks, I'm off to the lab. I'll be over later with the, … data." The experiment was due to produce some results today, I was going to fit the data to the theory. I watched as she walked out my bedroom door and close it behind her.

I lay there, just slightly stunned, still mostly asleep. As I woke up slowly, I realized Kennedy hadn't been sleeping with me that night. We don't always sleep together, she is supposed to be a friend with benefits, so we're not inseparable. She does have a spare key to my room; I'm happy for her to use it (and thus me) whenever she wants. A "drive by" fucking like that works for me.

So she'd dropped by on the way to the lab to be fucked, and is now off to the lab with my cum still in her pussy. That's Kennedy for you. What worried me is what she intended to do with the cum. She wasn't going to shower on the way out; I could hear someone was in there already. She'd be lucky to find it free. Not with four guys in the apartment, and just the one bathroom. As I've said, she does like me to lick come out of her, so I guess that was her plan. I'm not too fond of that at the best of times, after its been marinating in her pussy all day, that really didn't appeal. Of course, the humiliation just turns me on, betrayed by my perversions. So the thought of it is both horrifying me, and turning me on.

So I lay there for a while, waking up and recovering from the fuck. Then got up when I heard the bathroom was free. So I go about my normal morning routine, showering, get breakfast etc, and I'm just thinking about what Kennedy has planned for me, and my cum. I come back to my room and try to work on the theory some, but the thoughts are just too distracting, and I'm hard. I did consider getting out one of Kiki's DVDs, and jacking off, but I'm sure Kennedy has plans which would work better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero work done, when finally Kennedy came back. She breezes into my room, no knock or anything, not unusual, saying, "I got it. Are you ready for it?" She was referring to the data, but she looked down at the bulge in my crotch.

Now I wasn't ready, I'd let her down, and the thought of letting Kennedy down frightened me. Of course, being frightened turned me on, I'm messed up like that. "Sorry, I'm not done yet."

"Why not?" She said, with a surprisingly not annoyed manner.

It seemed safest to admit her plan, whatever it was, was working. "I keep thinking about what you have planned for me." Nodding towards her crotch. "I'm still in there, aren't I?"

"And the thought turns you on, doesn't it?" She said, reaching down and rubbing my bulge.

"Not exactly." She knew exactly what I meant and laughed a quick laugh and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, "Here let me help." And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to give me a blowjob, something was wrong with the world. Well, blowjobs were normal, but the submissive posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my dick didn't mind. Most rational thought left me at that point, she is a truly excellent cocksucker; I'm so lucky. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very ready for this, and Kennedy's skills just finished me off in no time.

So now Kennedy's standing, my dick is slimy and deflating. She says, "Better? You should get to work; I'll just sit over here." She sat on the easy chair, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were open, her skirt was hiked up, and I could see the crotch of her panties. At that point the idea of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

I tried to work, but Kennedy tossed a few comments my way, which put me off, like "When you've done that, we can get something to eat, then lunch." So Kennedy was the something to eat.

"I'm not going to force you, you're going to do it because you want to." I was thinking she was wrong there.

After a while she started playing dirty, "You can have me whenever you want." She was unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt. "But your first stop is here." Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to fuck was getting stronger than my repulsion.

It was when she started rubbing her clit through her panties and moaning, that I got to where I couldn't think anymore, so I asked her, "Ok, Ok, what do you want?"

"Just the usual you do so well. Your tongue in my pussy." That remark hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock hard, dick. Her pussy now sounded like the most delicious meal ever, even with my cum in it, or maybe because of my cum in it. I stepped over to her and knelt in front of her in my usual position, I like it like that, when I can think. In my current state I just got even more turned on.

I stuck my nose into the crotch of her panties and inhaled deeply, her scent was strong and smelled of sex. It went straight to my dick, I had to have some of that. I roughly pulled the panties down to her ankles, spread her knees, and again stuck my nose into her. Without the panties her scent was even stronger, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the residue of our fuck out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as deep inside her as my tongue could reach. Then, I licked her up and down each pussy lip in turn, to get all that had been smeared over her by the crotch of her panties.

She was now slick with her own juices, with only a hint of my stale cum. I licked around her clit, and she bounced around in her seat like there was an earthquake. She was coming. I was so turned on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I didn't wait for Kennedy's signal, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my dick at her pussy. She was flat out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entry. Her eyes shot open as I rammed my dick home, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no state to think rationally; I just needed to come the quickest way possible. Currently that was pounding Kennedy's pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Her head lolled back as she moaned, I came, not caring about anything else.

I found myself in a rather untenable position, propped up at an awkward angle to gain entry to Kennedy. I sort of slid down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her knees. As rational thought returned, I thought that hadn't been a good move, forcing myself on Kennedy like that. Nearing panic, I got up and sat on the arm of the chair, and said, "Sorry, I got carried away." Rather lame considering the circumstances.

She stretched languorously, yawned and smiled. "Probably my own fault for winding you up so much. I'll have to do that again. Just don't think you can get away with that too often." She reached down, found the panties and drew them up, and added, "At least, not until after lunch. Lets get some food, then maybe, you can have seconds."

We got lunch, and then it was back to my place, I let us into my room; I was already hard in anticipation of what was to come. From behind me, Kennedy pressed something into my face, and laughed. It was her very messy panties, smeared with my cum. She laughed as she rubbed them over me, smearing my cum over my face. I sniffed deeply as I froze in place, my hard-on threatening to bust out of my pants.

Satisfied with my humiliation for now, she told me, "Get them off." Referring to my clothes. Then she snapped her fingers, and pointed to the bed. I tore my clothes off as fast as possible and lay on my back on the bed. Kennedy came over to me, raised her skirt up in an incongruously dainty manner, flipped up her leg to straddle my head and sat on my face with a splat! I tried to do a good job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I'd come in her. She seemed to think I did a good job; it wasn't long before she came.

Then, she got off of me and stood up, again, rather unsteadily. She was now naked above the waist, and her perfect boobs were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the skirt and was now all naked, always a good thing. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the other way. This was a promising development, that put her in the perfect position to blow me, which she did. This was my favorite position to get a blowjob in; we both liked Kennedy's dominance and my submission like this. I also got to lick her pussy, though I wasn't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a pussy in my face like that, I'll come quickly like that, even after I'd come three times that day like I already had.

I did come. She then told me I'd better get back to work. She tried not to distract me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the covers were pulled up. She did say I could have her only once I'd finished, and if I got distracted she'd spank me. Despite being turned on by the idea of a spanking, I really hate it, so that was motivation to keep my mind on the job, and she did seem to want me to do the work this time. Once I got into it, I managed to not actually think about her and get lost in it.

So I did finally manage to finish the work. I analyzed the data she'd brought, and it fit the theory, within reasonable bounds of error. When I let out my whoop! of joy at that, Kennedy came over, naked, to check the numbers. That was when I remembered there was a naked Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of work. However, Kennedy was pleased and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in celebration. The sixty-nine sounded good to me, so that's what we did. We both came again.

 

1.4: Co-ed Axe-murderer

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Kiki ran through the woods, stumbled and looked back in terror. Advancing steadily down the path behind her was Dee wielding the bloody axe. The axe that had already dispatched Kiki's husband and sister. Kiki got up, started forward, tripped over a tree root and went sprawling on the forest floor. Dee's inexorable advance caught her up to Kiki, as Kiki rose to her knees. Kiki's shirt had been ripped in her fall, allowing her boobs to hang free. She looked up, terror in her eyes, as Dee raised the axe above her head to strike.

In a last desperate effort to escape, Kiki ripped off Dee's miniskirt, showing Dee's naked, bald pussy, then dove in face first to the exposed pussy.

"I like this bit." Said Dee, in her incredibly sexy British accent. She was sitting next to me as we watched the action unfold on the TV screen in front of us. We were watching "Cherry Falls III: Co-ed Axe-murderer," Dee was playing the lead of the axe-murderer. Kiki didn't say anything, she was kneeling naked on the floor in front of us. My dick was in her mouth and with one hand she was fingering Dee's pussy.

The action onscreen continued. Dee paused with the axe held high over her head. The camera zoomed in on Kiki licking at Dee's pussy. Dee's knees trembled, slowly she lowered the axe, then she crumpled in slow motion, ending up on her back. All through that, Kiki's face was buried in Dee's pussy, her rear end high in the air, so her miniskirt fell down around her hips, revealing her naked nether regions.

Again, the camera zoomed in on Kiki's treatment of Dee's pussy, Dee moaned and writhed in ecstasy. Another close-up showed Kiki's hands reaching for the buttons on Dee's top. One by one, the buttons were popped and Dee's naked boobs were revealed, and she shuddered and screamed, as her (faked) orgasm overtook her.

Dee went limp, and Kiki looked up. Sensing a chance to escape, Kiki made to run off, stumbled again and her miniskirt caught on a branch, where it stayed as Kiki made off. The camera tracked Kiki as she ran down the path, naked except for the ripped shirt, and her boobs bounced freely in slow motion. Her boobs looked even sexier than usual bouncing free like that, it turned me on more. Dee's take was "Ouch! I bet that hurt." Kiki remained silent, as my dick was still in her mouth.

The scene changeed and Kiki is talking to the Sheriff, "It's Maya, she's the axe-murderer." The Sheriff looked stunned, Maya, as played by Dee, was his daughter after all. None of the characters yet know that she was haunted by the ghost of the 'ThatNiceGuyWithAKnife' killer. Kiki continued, "She killed my husband and sister in our bed, and she caught me on the forest path, she almost had me, but I managed to, err …, distract her and escape."

Dee interjected from next to me, "She's very distracting." Then moaned some as Kiki's fingers played on her pussy. "Very, very distracting." Was her comment as she flopped sideways onto the bed we were sitting on. Kiki was getting to her, she sounded almost exasperated as she said, "Oh! Just fuck me!" And lay on her back with her legs spread, her mini skirt not hiding anything.

I looked down at Kiki, my dick in her mouth and to the side at Dee, Dee was undoing the buttons on her top and making kissy faces. A blowjob from Kiki was mind-blowing, but fucking Dee was rarer. Also Dee was in charge. So I put a hand on Kiki's head, she let me out of her mouth, then I knelt between Dee's legs as Kiki looked on, kneeling on the floor.

Slipping into Dee's pussy was easy; she'd been well warmed up by Kiki's hand. I'd bet she was already wet by the time we got home with the rough cut from the days shooting. She likes it when Kiki stays with her, she gets to play with Kiki; she's kinky. She's also quite happy when I come down with Kiki, as long as I have a PASS (STD test), she gets to play with both of us. I like her idea of fun.

So I slip inside Dee, I think I'm not going to last long like this, it was ages since I'd fucked last. It must have been the morning of the day before. That and the way Kiki had been working on me, while we were watching the rough cut. Now Dee was under me, writhing in ecstasy. Oh God! That turns me on so much, I tried to say something, "I'm, err, … sorry." I didn't get to finish that, I came, filling Dee's pussy with my cum. I crumple onto the bed; man I love fucking.

I feel Dee's hand reaching for mine, I held it and looked across to her. She'd turned, so that her legs are hanging off the bed. Kiki is between her legs slurping away at her (now cream filled) pussy. That was almost enough to get me going again, but then Dee tells me, "Fuck her in the arse!" She sounds so sexy all the time with her accent, but saying dirty things like that, that will rev me up in a hurry. And it’s just so cute when she says something like "arse," rather than "ass."

Kiki liked being fucked in the ass, she likes anything I, or anyone else does do to her. Kennedy on the other hand always hated it, so we never did it. (If you haven't read the previous parts, Kennedy and Kiki are the same person, she just doesn't act like she is. Kennedy is when she's not being a porn star, when she's the graduate student in particle physics working in the lab with me.)

I find the lube and condoms in the nightstand; porn stars always have those handy. I slip on a condom and lube up, then ram myself up Kiki's ass. Kiki likes a rough ass fucking, well, that's redundant, as I said, Kiki likes anything I do to her. So lets rephrase that, Kiki really seemed to like her ass fuckings rough. I got better reactions the rougher I was. This one got a good reaction, she shuddered and her arms almost gave way. Dee slapped Kiki on the shoulder and ordered her, "Back to work!" Kiki renewed her efforts on Dee, as Dee leaned back on the bed and moaned.

I'd only just come, Kiki was currently trying to remove the evidence of that. That was hot. But that, and my pounding away at Kiki's ass was getting to me already. Fucking multiple porn stars at once will get to you like that. I guess I'm real lucky to know that first hand. But anyway, Dee came, for real. I know how Dee faked her orgasms on screen, and I know how she came for real. I'd seen it, close up, first hand on the end of my tongue, and almost drowned. There's no faking that, and this one was a real one. When I first fucked Kiki, and Dee, I didn't realize they were coming, its nothing like it is in videos.

Amid the moans and twitching, Dee opened her eyes, looked across at me and smiled. It was her best smile, she was the cat, and that canary was toast. Dee's smile, and Kiki's ass did it for me. I came in Kiki's ass. I sank back onto my haunches, so my dick slipped out of Kiki. I grabbed a couple of tissues to remove the condom, like it was toxic waste, and set it aside. I sat back for a few seconds to gather my wits, then I knelt behind Kiki and wiped my sticky, deflating dick on her ass. Her legs were open, and she was so obviously turned on; it wouldn't take much to make her come. That is if Dee let her, as I said, Dee liked playing with Kiki, and me for that matter. She makes it fun.

Dee was looking more alert by this time, but she still smiled at me. She had a lot to smile about, Kiki was still going down on her. She loves a lick; she gets us to do it a lot. This time she made motions in the air, nodding at Kiki's butt. She wanted me to spank Kiki. I said she's kinky, I like playfully spanking a girl, and Kiki gets off on it. Really, Kiki gets off on doing what her partner wants. When Kiki's on set, its whatever the director wants. When we're together, that's whatever I want. With Dee, it’s what Dee wants, in this case getting spanked. Dee would like to do the spanking herself, but also gets off on ordering me to do it, and I get off on her ordering me. Kennedy's reaction to spanking was, and I quote, "Don't you fucking dare!" Followed by being reminded she has teeth, and I should consider that when I get my dick sucked.

So I start laying into Kiki's butt, and its getting red. Its putting her off of licking Dee, so Dee is holding her face to her pussy. Kiki is really into it, and soon comes, she collapses onto her side, twitching and moaning softly. Dee smiles at me, and tells me, "Good job." Then nods at my dick which is half-hard by this time, "Why don't you wash up, so you taste nice." She said, while licking her lips. That was promising, so I made haste to the bathroom to wash myself.

When I came out, Dee and Kiki were on the bed together, Kiki was nuzzling one of Dee's boobs, and Dee had the remote. She spoke up, "We missed some of the good bits." And motioned me to join them on the bed, I lay down on the other side of her and fondled her other boob. On screen, Kiki was on her knees blowing the standing Sheriff. She was still wearing just the ripped shirt, it looked like someone had given her a blanket, but that had slipped off her shoulders. Kiki works away on the Sheriff, who moaned and thrust his hips spasmodically. Kiki let his dick out of her mouth and it spurted cum all over her face. She strokes the dick some more, and more cum went over her face. She looked just like she did in that video which started all this. Hot!

The scene changed, and Dee said, "This is my favorite bit." On screen, Rod was standing, arms outstretched as Dee menaced him with the axe. Dee was holding the bloody axe high and just about to strike, when Rod said, "Sis, its me Kevin!" Rod was playing Kevin, Maya's (Dee's character's) sister, it had been more than hinted that they had an incestuous relationship. The camera focused on a close up of Dee's face, which was mostly expressionless. Suddenly, realization dawned on Dee, the camera pulls back, Dee looks at the axe in her hands shocked, and throws it away.

She mutters, "I love my brother." She looks at Rod and exclaims, "I love you Kevin!" She rushes into Rod's outstretched arms, and kisses him on the mouth. Now the story has been resolved, the ghost vanquished by brotherly love, it's still a porn video. Dee reaches down and unzips Rod, his dick springs free. Now most porn actor's dicks will make any guy feel inferior, Rod's no exception. The girls all assure me that those monster dicks are no fun to fuck really and I'm the perfect size, still it really makes you feel small when you're face to face with one of them.

Dee sank to her knees, she's still just wearing the unbuttoned shirt, and took Rod into her mouth. The action continued much like any other porn video. Lots of sucking and licking, then Dee lay on her back and got fucked missionary style. The scene ended with Rod pulling out and kneeling to her side while jacking off and spraying cum all over her boobs, and that was the end of the movie.

She'd showered since then, so there was no taste of it left on her boob. I knew this as I was licking the boob as we watched. The action over, Dee announced she was going to shower. She may have washed off Rod's cum, but mine was still in her pussy. Now, I don't particularly like going down on a girl with cum still in her pussy, so Dee will make that concession to me. This did point to what my next job was going to be, going down on Dee. I liked that idea. As I said, I didn't particularly like going down on a girl with cum in her pussy. Kennedy on the other hand does like me doing that to her, she gets me to do it a lot.

Dee emerged, she was wearing her red velvet robe. Her "regal robe" was what she called it, and she put on her best royal manner to go with it. It’s pretty silly really, but we're supposed to pay obeisance to her, so we knelt in front of her. She smiled at us, opened the robe and motioned us towards her. We got a boob each, she held our heads to the boob and we licked and sucked at the nipple. My hand ran up the inside of her thigh, and met Kiki's hand when we got to her pussy. We both played with her pussy and clit, Dee's pussy was already soaked.

Dee wobbled and sat back on the bed. Her hand was still on the back of my head, and she guided me down between her legs as she lay back. I still like licking pussy, it’s really erotic, even with Dee's weirdness, and Dee does seem to like it when I do it. She was quivering and moaning, I took that as a good sign. That was confirmed when she came, she spasmed and relaxed. I carried on licking, Dee likes that even after she comes, but I was more gentle now. I heard her sigh, and her hand rested on the back of my head, another good sign.

She came again, more gently this time, and she patted me on the back of the head, so I stopped. Kneeling on the bed, I looked to Dee, she was flat on her back and still smiling, like that cat had a sixpack of canaries. She opened her eyes, slowly they focussed on me, then went down to my dick. My dick was of course rock hard, what with going down on Dee, and her promise from earlier. She licked her lips and indicated I should approach her. I did, and she opened her mouth so I fed my hard on to her.

She liked that, and of course I liked that as well. I like thrusting my dick (even quite gently as in this case), into a porn star's mouth. It’s super hot. I wobbled some, it's always difficult to get a blowjob while kneeling. So Dee patted the bed above her head, telling me to lie there. So I did, and Dee lazily rolled over and got my dick back in her mouth. This was going to be good. Dee's an excellent cock-sucker, most porn stars are, I just laid back and enjoyed it.

What I wasn't expecting was that Kiki came over and sat on my face. Dee doing her thing again, playing with us. I don't mind doing it like that, like I said, I like licking pussy, but I don't think I do the best job that way around. Both Kennedy and Kiki like doing it that way. Kennedy really likes it that way when she has someone's cum in her pussy, like the time she came home after "Creampie Gangbang 7" without showering. At least this time her pussy was wet only with her juices, not anyone else's.

But anyway, I have Dee's mouth on my dick, and Kiki's pussy dripping all over my face. I really don't think I was doing a good job on Kiki; Dee is just so distracting. Kiki may have thought otherwise, she was definitely enjoying it, getting enthusiastic and bouncing on my face. That's a turn on. Dee is doing a great job on my dick, so even if I'd already come twice, I was rapidly moving towards a third time. Kiki grabs my head and rams my face into her pussy as she comes, which distracted me from Dee for a moment, just as I was coming. Kiki falls off me and I realize I'm arching my back and coming in Dee's mouth. Whee!

I'm just lying there smiling, as Dee languorously crawls up the bed, then kisses me, I could taste my cum on her lips. Then she collapses by my side. Kiki joins us and hugs me from the other side. That seemed like a good point to drift off to sleep, so we did.

 

1.5: Safe at Third Base.

—

Kennedy did get around to trying out my other present. We were both naked, and on Kennedy's bed, the sex hadn't started in earnest yet, no one had come yet. I'd been enjoying Kennedy's boobs, 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 closet. 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 didn'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 don'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 mind off the situation, "I liked the taste." I was really wanting to change the outcome of this, so I tried, "Couldn'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 flat on my back. She pulled my legs apart, and I felt her get on the bed between them. "Open wide." Her hands grasped me under the knees and pulled my legs up and apart so I was open to her. I screwed up my face, bracing myself, waiting for the inevitable.

I felt her hand on my dick. Of course I was hard, I may have found the idea disgusting, but it was also a turn on. My dick 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 course, her boobs wobbling temptingly. The dildo was ominously pointing to my ass, her hand on my dick, stroking me gently.

She continued to stroke me, and continued to goad me. "You want it don't you." I shook my head. "You'll really enjoy it." I still wasn't buying it. However, the hand job was getting to me, the thought of her doing it to me was seeming less and less obnoxious. Have you ever noticed how you're perceptions change like that when you get close to orgasm. My body was starting to betray me, I thought I should tell 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 eyes, 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 suck it off, unpleasant, and humiliating, just the sort of thing I like. But she had other ideas, "Turn over."

I didn't know what she was going to do, but I obeyed, without thinking about it much. Then she said, "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, using your own cum as lube." 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 hands to cover my ass. She tapped my hands, 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 Kennedy did go through with her threat. I hated it; it was so humiliating. I was crying my the time she finished. The act itself wasn'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 tears. "Why didn'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 wasn't painful, just unpleasant. And degrading. I really hated the dynamic; I don't want any Morley." I slipped in the green safewords, I couldn't admit that I wanted this, even to myself, but I could try a coded message. I also looked down to my hard on, all that seemed to ease Kennedy's apprehensions.

She presented the used dildo to my lips, "Open wide." There was no way I was going to suck on that, considering where it had just been. It would have been exquisitely humiliating, but it was just too unsanitary for me to consider. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. "Open!" 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? Think where it’s been." It wasn'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 language was quite dejected, she said, "Sorry."

This was the last thing I wanted, I'm not sure which was worse, I'd upset Kennedy, or I'd gone through all that for nothing. I hugged her round the middle and said through tears. "I'm sorry. Look, I want to make it up to you, spank me, fuck me, whatever, just don't make 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 wouldn't want 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 intent or what, but said, "I promised you a blowjob." Then got off the bed and knelt in front of me. I wasn't going to argue when there was a blowjob on offer. And what a blowjob it was, Kennedy is the best there is, I know this for a fact, I've had plenty to compare 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 wasn't going to mention that. Kennedy was looking much more like Kennedy now, much happier. "You're going to lick me." I wasn't going to argue with that, we swapped positions, 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 things to do. I like licking pussy. 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 side, signed contentedly and said, "Come here with that." And opened her mouth. I knelt by her side and tentatively stuck my dick in and fucked her mouth. I usually didn't get to do this with Kennedy, I was much more gentle than I might otherwise have been; I didn't want to get anything bitten off.

After I came, I lay on the bed with Kennedy and we had an unusual moment of peace. Then, Kennedy decided on what was next, she'd decided I only deserved one blowjob for using the safeword; I hadn'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 safe option.

My punishment for that, she fucked me in the ass again. This time, she left it there, and fastened the straps 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 fuck 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.

—

Kennedy was in full dominant mode. I was naked and prostrate on the floor in front of her. She was still fully clothed, in this case, that didn't include panties. She kicked off her shoes, then rested her foot on the bed. I had tantalizing glimpses of pussy under her skirt, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the left foot in my face, "Lick it!"

I could smell the foot, it had been in her 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 affect the course of events, "I don't want 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 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 skirt 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 command, "Go get the washbasin." That sunk in, she really wanted me to wash her feet. A demeaning menial task, my favorite 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 make even her dowdy, unattractive, shirts interesting. I lay a bath sheet on the floor at her feet and put the plastic washbowl on top of it. The bowl was full of warm water. 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 hands and picked up her left foot out of the water, and thoroughly worked the lather over it. It was surprisingly erotic, my slippery hands sliding over her slippery flesh. It was only a foot, but I was starting to think I'd come without further intervention if I carried on like that. I placed the foot back in the water bath, and rinsed off the lather. Then repeated the process with the right foot. My dick was ready to explode; I was breathing hard and ragged.

I lifted up her feet out of the bowl, and moved it aside, substituting a hand towel in it place. I gently patted down her feet 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 foot in turn. Rubbing my palm over the top of her foot, then using both thumbs to massage the soles of her feet. She moaned at that, it was a good moan.

Then, I took each foot in turn and thoroughly explored it with my tongue 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 high from the humiliation of the demeaning task, but I was getting high from the sheer sensuality instead.

Pausing to draw a ragged breath, she said, "Shit! Who knew a foot washing was so erotic." She opened her legs to illustrate her point, her pussy was open and glistening. "You're going to lick that." At that moment, I'm not sure licking her pussy was any more erotic than the 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 development, thinking about it in the cold light of day, it’s weird. At the time it was perfectly natural. I took my hard on in my hand and jacked off. It was only a few strokes before I was coming all over her feet. With the last drops 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 time after you come when you're rational and not turned on. Licking her pussy was still a sensual experience. On balance, I think a pussy is a more sensual part to lick, but feet are a surprisingly close second.

Kennedy was surprisingly quick coming. I hadn't been trying to hurry 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 naked Kennedy is a sight to behold, I took full advantage to watch. I was hard already. She raised her head, smiled at me, said, "Lick up the mess then." And flopped back down on the bed.

I looked down where my cum was running over her feet, she'd drawn her legs and feet together again. My heart jumped, demeaning and disgusting, perfect. I never liked licking up cum, the thought was disgusting. So of course, it all turned me on more. She knew how to treat me right, I set to my task with only an occasional ticklish 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 foot fetish."

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

It was one of those things I didn't want to admit to enjoying. Unlike a lot of Kennedy's torments, I did enjoy it, and a ritual foot washing would mean I couldn't complain about the hygiene. She even bought some opened toed strappy heels, which she'd wear only for these scenes, so I knew they were clean. That's a thought, a naked Kennedy wearing only the heels, towering above me, and I'm prostrate in front of her licking cum from between her toes between the straps of her heels.

 

1.6: Kiki at Large.

—

It was Sunday evening, I was expecting Kennedy back, some time. This weekend, I'd been left at home, while Kennedy went off to work. I spent most of the weekend unsuccessfully trying to not jack off, Kennedy would have use for that when she got back. I'd mainly been thinking of the weekend before, which was the second time Kennedy/Kiki had taken me down to L.A. for a shoot.

I didn't know when to expect Kennedy, she hadn't sent me the usual text telling me which plane she was catching. She didn't always, sometimes keeping that as a surprise. There was a knock at the door, I wasn't expecting anyone, except Kennedy, and Kennedy didn't knock.

So I was really surprised when I opened the door and Kennedy was standing there. Actually, I wasn't sure if it were Kennedy, or Kiki, if there's a difference. She wasn't dressed in Kennedy's usual dowdy manner; she had a light print wrap around her. "Can I come in?" She asked hesitantly.

Of course she could come in, I don't know why she even asked. I moved aside to let her in and closed the door. When I looked back, she wasn't wearing the wrap anymore, or anything else for that matter. Surprise didn't cover my reaction here, I had to resort to astonishment, and confusion. She dropped to her knees, and said, "Do you mind?" As she reached for my zip. I could not imagine minding that at all. She did say something else, but I was distracted, it involved her being horny and she'd been thinking about me all day.

I do remember her saying, "I was so horny, I came and ruined a take." I could see that, the usual fake orgasm is much different from a real one. Coming during shooting could put the actors off their acting I guess. But, I stopped worrying about that, her lips were around my dick. I took a position jamming myself into the corner against the wall and door. I was stable there as long as my knees held. She's good, the best I know, so my knees didn't hold. I sank slowly down the corner ending up sitting on the floor with my legs spread, and Kiki (I'm pretty sure it was Kiki), with her lips still around my dick.

She's good, as I've said, and she was doing this for my pleasure, she was prolonging it as long as she could. But, I could feel the conclusion arriving. I put my hands on her head, and she got more urgent. That just sent me further into orbit. I held her as I thrust my hips into her mouth, and arched my back, as much as my position allowed, and then I shot into her mouth. She drew a very quick breath as I let go her, and I slumped into the corner.

She let me rest a few seconds before helping me up and to the bed, where I promptly flopped flat on my back and Kiki kissed and hugged me. That lead into me being fed her boobs. Her boobs are perfect, and I love playing with them, she seems to like it as well; she was making moaning and sighing noises. Somewhere, a, lonely and rational, part of my brain put two and two together. I asked, "You said you were horny?"

"Yes, and I still am."

"Would you like me to help you with that?"

"Would you, please."

I just wasn't used to Kiki and her non assertive ways, Kennedy would have made that perfectly obvious in any one of a number of ways, from just telling me to get down there, to just sitting on my face without asking. "Why didn't you ask?"

"I didn't want to spoil your fun." Was her plausible response.

Sometimes she can be more accommodating than is good for her. I'm not the most perceptive of guys, I might miss subtle clues. (Or not so subtle clues.) I told her, "But, this is fun, you may have noticed I like doing this." She was now on her back, and I was taking a position with my face between her legs. There wasn't much more conversation after that, I don't understand how she might have let the opportunity pass unremarked.

I tried to do the same for her as she'd done for me, not hurry. I'm sure she'd like it, but more to the point, I get more time to enjoy it. She was really turned on and ready down there, so I had to be very careful not to just set her off immediately. She moaned and groaned and writhed and arched her back a lot before she finally came. I sometimes wonder what my roomies think of that, I'm sure there's a lot of noise coming from my room lately. But I hear them as well, so we're even.

However, Kiki was now flat on the bed smiling at me, it seemed like a good time for a hug, and some boob action, so I did. She did eventually say, "I remember why I like you now." With a big grin on her face. I took that as a compliment, so my insides pretty much danced for joy. I did like it when I pleased either Kiki, or Kennedy, and I don't think it was just my submissive side thinking.

I was hard again by this time, that much was obvious to both of us. We talked a bit, she asked me what I'd been doing for the weekend; I just said I'd been working. That was only a small exaggeration, and I didn't say I'd been pining away watching the clock waiting for Kennedy to come home. That would have been against Kennedy's rules, so I played it cool. I was glad to see either of her, I was a bit surprised she was Kiki though.

Kiki told me of her weekend, getting fucked five times for the shoot. It was the fifth scene where she'd been with Rod again, she shoots a lot of scenes with him, when she came in the middle of it. Rod of course was acting all cocky that it was his doing. He was only the physical stimulus, it was me she'd been thinking of, that was a bit of an ego boost. I did ask if I could get that as an outtake, she said she'd ask the director.

She did ask me what I wanted to do about my hard on, I wanted to get off (no surprise there), but had no strong opinions on how this would happen. So I asked Kiki if she wanted it any particular way. She suggested a couple of my favorite ways, she'd get on top and fuck me, or get on top and sixty-nine me (I did notice an on-top theme here). I did wonder how she really wanted it, but as best I could tell she wanted it how I wanted it. And given my submissive tendencies, I was wanting it how she wanted it, I'm surprised we came to any decision.

In the end, it was decided she'd fuck me. I do like that, it’s very self-indulgent to just lie there and watch her do all the work to get me off. But as I've said, Kiki is very accommodating and that's exactly how she'd like it. Now imagine your favorite porn star naked. Now imagine them naked and bouncing up and down on your dick. That's how it was, I didn't have to imagine, and it was fucking amazing, as always. I hadn't come that long ago, but hadn't jacked off too many times that weekend, so on balance, I lasted a reasonable time. Time enough for me to go slowly out of my mind, and for Kiki to come twice.

She stayed with me for the night, that was a rare treat. For the next week, Kennedy didn't seem to be herself, she was nice to me for one thing. She did ask if I wanted to come down to L.A. again the next weekend, of course I did, I'd get to fuck some more of her porn star friends. She did get that outtake, she looked so cute coming like that. So she picked me up early Saturday morning, as Kiki unusually. She asked if I minded if we spent the weekend alone together, rather than with Bea and Gigi, who'd be her co-stars for the weekend.

I didn't mind at all, a foursome with Bea, Gigi and Kiki would be totally awesome, but a weekend alone with Kiki sounded even better, more intimate. But, Kennedy's rules wouldn't allow me to say that, so I played it cool and "reluctantly" agreed.

After the shoot, we had the usual lunch, this time with Bea and Gigi, then, unusually, me and Kiki left on our own. Both Bea and Gigi kissed me goodbye and seemed disappointed they weren't coming with us. We checked into a fancy country club, I'm not sure that really mattered, a bed's a bed and its Kiki being in it that makes it special.

We didn't even get to the bed though before things started, Kiki pulled off her crop top and stood there in just her white leather miniskirt, yes, THAT mini skirt, of all her outfit's that's my favorite. Man, she was smoking hot, just that wisp of a skirt made her look even more sexy than if she were naked. I wouldn't have thought that was possible, until there she was standing in it, in front of me. I had a thought, was anything under there? Before I could act on that thought, she raised the hem of the skirt, to answer the question, she wasn't wearing panties. Damn! She hadn't worn any at all day, and that thought just blew me away.

She was so obviously ready for something, and I just had to get me a piece of it. I got down on my knees and stuck my nose in her pussy, she smelled horny, that was a big turn on, not that I needed any more turn ons at that point. I tried to get my tongue on her pussy, it’s really awkward from that angle. But, whatever I managed worked, she started shuddering violently and moaning. I'd have been worried about her falling over, but the bed was right behind her. She fell back towards the bed, I grabbed hold of her butt and kept my face planted in her pussy.

She calmed down, and I let go of her. Usually, with Kennedy, I'd stay kneeling like that until I have a signal of what I'm supposed to do. But that was Kiki, not Kennedy, flat out on the bed, her legs spread and the miniskirt not covering anything, just making her look even sexier than usual, not something I'd have thought possible. Kiki likes it whatever way I do, so I got tempted by her boobs, which were on display. Man, they are the most perfect boobs imaginable. I shucked off my pants and shorts, and joined her on the bed, and gently appreciated her boobs.

When she opened her eyes, she smiled at me. My heart leapt, I did so like pleasing Kiki (or Kennedy), but I played it cool. I put on my pouty disappointed face, and complained, "I hardly got to enjoy that. You came too quickly."

She looked upset, hugged me and said, "Ooh, sorry. Give me a couple of minutes and you can do that again." I didn't want her to be upset, so I just hugged her. And played with her boobs, did I mention, I like boobs.

We were quiet like that for a few minutes, while she undid the buttons on my shirt, including unbuttoning the cuffs and turning them up. She seemed to like that look, then she said, "Do you want to?" I nodded enthusiastically and slipped off the bed to take up my position kneeling on the floor. That's very practical, it put me in the perfect position to lick Kiki (or who ever is on the bed), it also appeals to my submissive side turning me on more. I still didn't need any turn ons, I was pretty far gone, but I do like licking pussy, doubly so for Kiki or Kennedy.

So Kiki presented me with her very juicy pussy, I took a few tentative licks and then started on her in earnest. She'd only just come, so was going to take a while, perfect for me. I tried to make it last even longer, when I heard sighs and she started twitching, I took it as a good sign. When they became groans and she was writhing, even better. I tried to keep it like that, but eventually her back stared arching, and her butt came up off the bed, time to finish her I thought. So I went for a quick conclusion, and she started bouncing on the bed in a satisfying manner. I grabbed hold of her butt and tried to ride her with my face in her pussy until she calmed down.

That was the plan, if I had a plan, but it didn't work out that way as I was really surprised to find I was coming. That put me off a bit, I let go Kiki and ended up in heap on the floor, rather confused. It took me a while to work out what happened, I had been really turned on, but I hadn't been doing anything about that, and I was concentrating on Kiki, so I was taken by surprise by coming. I could see there was cum on the side of the bed, and all over me as well. The theory I eventually come up with was that while holding on to Kiki, my dick had brushed the side of the bed, and that was enough to set me off, given how turned on I was already.

I was still puzzling what happened, lying on the floor, when Kiki's face appeared over the side of the bed and smiled at me. "You alright?" She asked. I was still confused, and embarrassed, so I didn't meet her gaze, and blushed. "Whats' wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"I, err, came." I still didn't meet her gaze; I looked at the mess on my crotch.

She sounded surprised, "Oh. … Well, come up here and I'll lick it up." She does like my cum.

I levered myself up onto the bed, still not looking at her, I pointed to the mess on the bed skirt, "I, err." I still wasn't sure what happened.

Again, she just said, "Oh." But, she ignored that mess and started cleaning me up. That tickled a bit, but was strangely erotic.

It got really good when she got to my dick, it was still a bit sensitive, so I said, "Careful." And she treated it more gently. That started me getting interested again, and I started getting stiff again. I rearranged myself to be leaning against the headboard, propped up on the pillows, and told her, "Carry on." And she did. It was a slow, lazy blowjob, at least for me, all I had to do was lie there and just watch. A blowjob is good enough, one of Kiki's is mind-blowing, when she was wearing just that miniskirt, just wow! There was something about that skirt which elevated her from the sexiest woman in the world, to a sex goddess, it's a good look for her.

She worked me over really good. This must have been the best blowjob ever. She didn't hurry, it seemed to last forever, eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore, so without thinking much, I really didn't have any brainpower left, I grabbed the top of her head and thrust my dick forcefully in her mouth. A few thrusts later, I was coming, I pulled her forcefully down onto my dick as I blasted come into her mouth. Then, I let go and didn't care any more.

She snuggled up to me and just seemed real happy. I thought I was happy after the blowjob, but that made me even happier. We just lay there, that was nice. We just lay like that for a while before we did anything more. Then, we just stayed in bed and made out. It was, spiritual, is the best way I can think of describing it, just so perfect.

It didn't take me too long to get hard, but we didn't immediately do anything about it. I did start to worry I was breaking Kennedy's rules, so I tried to play it cool, so a couple of hours later when I decided it was time to be more active, I roughly fucked her doggy style. I didn't say anything, I rolled her over, grabbed her hips and pulled them up and rammed myself in to her pussy. I think she came a couple of times before I came, the third time in one day always takes a while. When I came I collapsed on top of her, it had been a workout, it felt good. I rolled off to the side, and Kiki snuggled her butt unto me. She seemed happy with the proceedings.

If I'd been with Kennedy, I'd usually be licking up my own cum from her pussy, but I was with Kiki instead, she decided to rinse off in the shower before we had any more sex. It was dinner time by then, we had a very nice dinner in one of the hotel restaurants, then we went back to the room and made out again. This time I got to fuck her in the ass, she liked that a lot, I like it, I don't get to do it with Kennedy. She supplied the lube and condoms from her purse. But coming a fourth time is difficult, so after she'd come, I finished off by jacking off over her face. I do like doing that, it makes me feel like a porn star. Not that I'd ever appear in porn, but I like the fantasy. Well is it a fantasy? I'm living my fantasy, my fantasy is my reality!

Kiki didn't need to be anywhere early the next morning, so we spent more lazy time. I fucked her and went down on her a couple of times. Eventually, we had to check out and Kiki took me to her shoot. Then, we went back to the airport and flew home. When we got back home, she was Kennedy again, and she seemed to be more herself, in fact, she was a right bitch to me. Not only did she do all the horrible things to me I hated, but she made me beg her to do them to me. That was so humiliating, I almost came before she touched me. If we hadn't had quite so much sex the day before and that morning, I think I might just have came without other provocation again.

 

1.7: Surprise.

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It was Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for word from Kennedy, her flight had been due to land a little while before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a text was more her style. "Hey, Matt." She sounded unusually cheerful; I wasn't sure if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling.

"Hey."

She got straight to the point, telling me, "I want to give you as many blowjobs as you want this afternoon."

That was a rare treat, I might wonder what bought that on, but I wasn't going to argue. "OK."

"So I want you to be naked, on my bed, and hard when I get there, OK?"

Not unusual, I had a spare key to her place, I quite often waited for her on her bed. "OK."

"Unless, …" There was another part coming.

"Unless what?"

"Unless you want me to spank you and fuck you in the ass, before the blowjobs. In that case, you should be kneeling on the floor. OK?"

She was offering the chance for me to get tortured and humiliated. Unusually, it was my choice, I usually left that sort of decision to Kennedy. "OK."

"OK. Bye."

I gathered a few things together and made haste to Kennedy's apartment. It took her about half an hour to get home from the airport, so I didn't have too long. The last thing I wanted was to annoy Kennedy by not following her instructions. I got to her place, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already hard, that part wasn't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should have wondered about what caused this unusual generosity, or maybe I just didn't want to look the gift horse in the mouth. She was sometimes nice to me, well really she was always nice to me; she did things I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those things I didn't like admitting I wanted. The ass fucking and the spanking in particular. I hated those, but they turned me on so much, I loved them as well. And "being nice" to me may just be a way so I never know what to expect, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I'm lying there, hard as per instructions, daydreaming of the blowjobs I'm going to get, I've decided blowjobs and no pain and humiliation are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit bolt upright, and jump off the bed to take up a kneeling position, before I realized what happened.

That wasn't my plan, but now Kennedy was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there naked. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy was acting a little strange overall today. She walked over to me, and hugged me, with my face in her belly, saying, "Aww, thanks, I'm so looking forward to torturing you. I would have gone straight to the blowjobs if you'd wanted, but you've made your choice, too late now." I'd dropped myself in it, and I'm not even sure why. She hadn't said she preferred this option, she'd left it entirely to me. If she'd said she wanted to, I'd have had difficulty refusing, but I'd be able to blame my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as good as admitted I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the head, and said, "Stay there." She disappeared into her closet. This was usually a good thing, what emerged was usually good for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy in her dominatrix outfit. Kennedy didn't go for the traditional corset and lingerie, that wasn't her at all. She would have been happy just wearing her normal clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did find a look that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the jacket, nothing else. It came down just to pussy level, so gave you hints of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her cleavage, and she had a swagger. If you can imagine the Fonz as a mostly naked porn star, that's Kennedy.

In one hand she held her totem of power, a leather horse riding whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I'd found that on Amazon under BDSM gear and gave it to Kennedy as a birthday present. Then, I had to use several safewords to convince her I really, as in really, really I'm not kidding, hated her using it on me, and it should be a ceremonial item only. That thing stung like a motherfucker. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather paddle I'd given her, that was wide and flat, it didn't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the other hand she jauntily slung her special shoes. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a ceremonial foot washing, so they were kept clean inside and out. Unlike her usual shoes, they had heels and straps. They were gold colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some reason. They had a wide pleated strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. (Obviously, the Romans never had Velcro.) That left her toes accessible. It looked like she was going to go through the full gamut of ritual humiliations for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the whip over my butt and up between my legs. It tapped my balls lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went ragged, I'm sure my heart rate soared, and I got ready to shout the safeword. I didn't want her hitting me with that, on the balls is the worst idea possible. It was a rush and a turn on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the butt with the whip. At least I hoped it was supposed to be playful, it still stung. She coughed like she was trying to get my attention, so I looked back and she was making turning motions with the whip, indicating I should turn round to face her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my hard on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the whip along the urethra on the underside of my dick; a drop of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in full flight or fight mode, but I didn't move. Satisfied with my reactions, she launched one last barb before ordering me to work, "I'll use that on you later." She usually didn't use it on me, I had persuaded her I really did hate it, but if she didn't occasionally I wouldn't get scared. I earned my use of a safeword when she did. You guessed it, the thought of that also turned me on. I'm a mess, aren't I.

Finally the order, she waved the shoes, and asked, "Well?" That was my cue to get the ritual foot washing gear together. I did, and I performed the ritual washing and anointing of her feet, then placed them in the shoes. She stood up, towering above me in the heels, and pointed to her feet with the whip. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the shoulder with the whip, my cue. I crawled forward and started licking and sucking on her toes. I'd been surprised by how much I liked that the first time I did it, and so it seemed was Kennedy. It should be a really humiliating thing to do, but I got turned on by how sensual it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, Kennedy signaled me to stop, another painful swat on the butt. I looked up at her, she was as sexy as any Greek Goddess, and from that angle her sheer presence cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, "Get things set up, and don't forget the paddle and the linear accelerator." I had to go fetch the objects of my torture and humiliation, as a prelude. For reasons which I won't go into here, the strap on dildo was now called the "linear accelerator." I'm not entirely sure that was a good choice of name as our doctoral experiments involved the use of a linear accelerator for real, you could get confused and/or turned on talking about the wrong thing if you weren't careful.

I pulled the desk over to the breakfast bar, and retrieved the paddle and dildo and laid them on the desk. Then, I got the toybox out and laid the rest of the things she might need on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should take my position. That was the position we'd found most conducive to my torture, bent over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuffs and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so fucking turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the side of the desk in front of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her knees apart and the jacket parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on; her pussy lips were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a little moan, then took it out, stood up and strapped it on. Then she stood to the side, so the dildo was pointing directly at my mouth. The heels put her at just the right height for that, and using it on my ass as well. She didn't need a command; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my mouth. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to clean off the pussy juices. That bit's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was face to face with me, "Remember, I'm going to blow you anyway, so you have no need to use those pesky safewords." Our deal was if she forced me to use a safeword, I got blowjobs. The thought of that was, annoyingly, enough for me to not need to use the safewords most of the time. This time I'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear more than usual; I do want to please Kennedy.

Then she kissed me, stood up and went to my rear. Before I noticed the paddle was still on the desk, there were a couple of sharp stinging whacks on my behind. I hadn't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my head, saying, "Thank you. I do so enjoy that." Well, at least I'd pleased Kennedy, letting her get away with that, but I didn't want any more, so I got the safeword ready for use. Then she asked, "Please will you let me do that again, please, please. Just twice." She sounded so enthusiastic, I really didn't want to go through that again, but I wanted to please Kennedy, I couldn't assent, but I didn't say no.

She took that as permission, and stepped behind me again. I got the safeword ready, but didn't use it as two sharp whacks landed on my butt. These were even worse than the previous ones; I think she was putting all the power she could muster in them. She came back to my head, tears were welling up in my eyes, she saw that and smiled. She was breathing hard, again she said, "Thank you." And squatted down to kiss me. "Don't worry that's all for now. I'm just going to fuck you now." Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just utterly humiliating, and such a turn on.

It’s still horrible, I want to draw a veil over the actual proceedings, but to complete my humiliation, I'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my rear, she still had the totem in her hand, I got the safeword ready, just in case she used it as a whip instead. There was a pause, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, cold and wet on my asshole. Then pressure, inexorable pressure, and its sliding in. I'm glad she used enough lube, or this bit can get very painful.

I'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, Kennedy is invading my rear, my dick is twitching. I'm turned on beyond belief, but I don't want to be. Each push seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two minds about something, this was it. With each thrust, my dick got harder, and tears were shed. I was so turned on, I felt I might come from this abuse. I desperately didn't want to come, that would be the final humiliation, to get obvious sexual gratification from this.

The feelings themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone's felt it in some form. Kennedy is into it, I can hear her breathing. It's really ragged. Maybe she'll come from the act and spare me further humiliation. It goes on, for how long, I don't know. I'm trying not to think, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a full flood of tears. I sometimes think she's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by tears, so I don't hold back with the crying. Another thing to feel humiliated about, crying isn't something a man should do. Even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her handy work and seemed pleased. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her pussy in my face. She was again using my face as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active. I'm happy to help in whatever way I can. It didn't take long for Kennedy to come that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.

It wasn't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her pussy in my face, I couldn't move to reach it. This time her hand only lightly rested on the back of my head as a guide, and I got to actively lick her. That I like, that I can do about forever. I doubt I could do it forever really, but I like to think so, and that's the sort of fantasy that runs around my brain as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to prolong the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a sharp stinging whack on my shoulder, she still had the whip. Just as you whip a horse to extra effort, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the pace, and she started arching her back and pressing harder on the back of my head, before finally I got jammed against her pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to face. She was smiling, she looked happier than she had for a while, I was buoyed up by that, I'd pleased Kennedy, my life's ambition. She said simply, "Thank You." Then, she continued in a contemplative manner, "I bet you're wondering what brought all this on." While not totally unusual, she was acting in a slightly strange manner, for Kennedy that is. So I nodded, and she continued. "I'm just stressed out by my orals." She was due to do her oral defense of her thesis later in the week. I could imagine that would stress anyone, but I was sure she'd do fine; she is one of the brightest people I know. Don't forget, I work with Ph.D.s and doctoral candidates, so that's saying something. Still, the most able are always the ones who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten the mood. "You could practice your oral on me." It was a deliberate double entendre, it could mean either practice the oral defense, or indeed, oral sex on me. I'm sure I wouldn't mind, and that would take her mind off things. She had promised me blowjobs anyway, and I'd be quite happy if she started on them.

She cracked up laughing at that point, she was doubled up and rolling around on the desk, I was half-afraid she'd injure herself, or fall off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the position face to face. She said, "Thank you, I needed that." Then, she totally surprised me by asking, "Do you want to marry me?"

To be continued …

 

The series continues: The Kennedys, the series. Season 2.

 

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