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.