One afternoon, I was working in my way, when Kennedy breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my station, so she can use me whenever she wants. That wooing me. I 'm sitting there waiting for her to tell me what I 'm supposed to do. She does n't say anything, just takes off her dress, the common dowdy ones. Her usual rig are really uncomplimentary, but naked she 's so hot. I 'm watching all this raptly, she lies down on the bed and William Tell me, `` Well get your stuff off and fuck me. ``

Simple, easy to travel along didactics, 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 hurl away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the common 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 death that long, it's the first nooky of the day, I 'm always a bit tidal bore, 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 take in to lick it up. ``

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

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her hand on top of my straits 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 smack a little weird, like I 'd just issue forth in her. No surprise there either, I 'm not fond of the predilection, but her forcing me to do it, and it being so humiliating are turning me on already. I 'm getting hard again.

Kennedy does n't hold long, being so turned on already. I 'm in two thinker about that as well, like a lot of things. I do like going down on her, and it 's let down when she comes so quickly, but at least now I do n't need to work my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my common, slavish, posture waiting for Kennedy to tell me what 's next.

She looks at me and smile, and beckons me closer. I shuffle up towards her foreland, and she blows me. That 's respectable. She does n't do that too long, just enough to clean off the mess. Then, she gets me to make love her so she comes a duo of times. This metre, she does n't threaten to bring in me work out it up, or draw me do it. I 'm not sure as shooting 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 eve, she 'd been down in LA working and was due to fly back that evening. I got a text edition, `` 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 assist 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 commodity. 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 intemperately on, Kennedy would n't be felicitous if I wasn't.

I hear John Fitzgerald Kennedy let herself in my room, there 's a interruption, then she 's adjacent to me. `` I have a surprise for you. '' I did n't know what the surprise was, but she 'd already lost her chick. 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 thrash her. Nothing strange in that. Kennedy does like sitting on my face to get her licking. I like licking Kennedy at any angle, I do n't imagine 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 privates was revealed, it was a bit gooey. I guessed that there was still something left there from her job. Then as she pulled the panty down further, there was something stuck to them, which was sticking up John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's pussy. That was genuine gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` Open wide. '' I open my mouth, and she sits her kitty down on my open mouth.

Definitely gooey and sticky. Definitely cum, unfortunately, I recognize the taste. She loves getting me to bat up cum out of her slit, I hate that really, of course the humiliation turned me on something rotten. Licking up someone else 's cum is particularly humiliating. In this eccentric, she 's been shooting `` Creampie Gangbang 7, '' so I guess she 's got several guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other guy rope she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to brush aside the taste, getting more and more turned on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drip out of Kennedy Interrnational 's pussy and lands in my sassing. I almost gagged, I did groan, I was worrying I 'd amount without help if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate mortification by coming herself.

She rested for a while, her full weighting on my face. I could n't take a breather, but I did n't want to interrupt 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 did n't move. She did however, exhibit me the panties which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the genitalia. She pushed the dildo towards my oral fissure, saying, `` clean them off. '' She was really determined to mob on the mortification, 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 play your dildo, I really should jazz you with it, … '' I did n't captivate what she said after that, I came inside kennedy, even if she were n't moving.

There were gales of laughter from President 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 human face. Another gob of cum, my own this time, dripped into my mouth, and Kennedy Interrnational came soon after. After resting on my facial expression 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 quietus of the evening and was nice to me.

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

To say I was awake would be overstating things, but that was definitely a goodness idea, so I rolled over on top of her. I slipped into her easily. Oh yeah, I obviously had morning forest. I had n'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 regular easy step I could keep up for the long haul.

It seems this morning I would n't want that long, JFK 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 would n't be long now. I kicked up the upper, 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 loading into her twat. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my face in her breast, hugging her. Boobs in your look is good world-class thing in the morning, as is pumping cum into a pussy. Life is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the book binding, she wants me to get off of her, compassion, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the covering fire 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 dress which were stacked on my desk chairperson. She pulled on her panties, I started to think she had some plan. Then the rest period of her clothes, her perfect tense trunk was covered up with her unflattering outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a groovy shame.

Now, she was John Fitzgerald Kennedy, ready for the earth, she told me, `` Thanks, I 'm off to the lab. I 'll be over later with the, … data. '' The experiment was due to raise some upshot today, I was going to fit the datum to the possibility. 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 had n't been sleeping with me that night. We do n't always sleep together, she is supposed to be a booster with welfare, so we 're not inseparable. She does own a spare key to my room ; I 'm happy for her to use it ( and thus me ) whenever she wants. A `` private road 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy for you. What worried me is what she intended to do with the cum. She was n't going to shower on the way out ; I could hear somebody was in there already. She 'd be favorable to retrieve it liberate. Not with four guys in the apartment, and just the one toilet. 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 did n't appeal. Of course of instruction, the mortification just turns me on, betrayed by my perversions. So the view 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 liberal. So I go about my normal first light 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 elbow room and try to work on the theory some, but the mentation are just too distracting, and I 'm intemperately. I did turn over getting out one of Kiki 's DVDs, and jacking off, but I 'm trusted Jack Kennedy has plans which would work better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero oeuvre 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 datum, but she looked down at the excrescence in my crotch.

Now I was n'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 take on her plan, whatever it was, was working. `` I keep thinking about what you have planned for me. '' Nodding towards her genitalia. `` I 'm still in there, are n't I ? ``

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

'' Not exactly. '' She knew exactly what I meant and laughed a quick gag and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me help. '' And dropping to her genu, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to feed me a cock sucking, something was wrong with the mankind. Well, blowjob were normal, but the submissive posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my dick did n't mind. Most rational thought left me at that point, she is a truly excellent cocksucker ; I 'm so favourable. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very ready for this, and Kennedy 's skill 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 bring ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the slowly president, facing me, when I glanced over her stage were open, her wench 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 knead, but President John F. Kennedy tossed a few gossip my way, which put me off, like `` When you 've done that, we can get something to eat, then lunch. '' So President 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 awry there.

After a spell she started playing dirty, `` You can cause me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt. `` But your firstly stop is here. '' Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to make love was getting stronger than my repulsion.

It was when she started rubbing her clit through her pantie and moaning, that I got to where I could n't intend anymore, so I asked her, `` Ok, Ok, what do you want ? ``

'' Just the usual you do so well. Your knife in my pussy. '' That comment hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock hard, dick. Her twat now sounded like the most delightful meal ever, even with my cum in it, or maybe because of my cum in it. I stepped over to her and knelt in nominal head of her in my usual post, I like it like that, when I can think. In my current state I just got even more sprain on.

I stuck my nozzle into the crotch of her panties and inhaled deeply, her olfactory property was secure and smelled of sex. It went straight to my dick, I had to take some of that. I roughly pulled the step-in down to her ankle, spread her genu, and again bind my horn in into her. Without the step-in 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 accomplish. 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 sleek with her own juice, with only a jot of my dusty cum. I licked around her clit, and she bounced around in her seat like there was an quake. She was coming. I was so turned on, so consumed by luxuria, that unusually, I did n't wait for Kennedy 's signal, I levered myself up the chairperson, so I could aim my dick at her snatch. She was vapid out, half-hanging off the professorship, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entry. Her eyes pip open as I rammed my hawkshaw domicile, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no Department of State to think rationally ; I just needed to issue forth the quickest way potential. Currently that was pounding Kennedy 's twat as intemperately and as fast as I could. Her drumhead 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 win accounting entry to Kennedy Interrnational. I sort of slue down to end up half-sitting on the storey, hugging her stifle. As rational cerebration returned, I thought that had n't been a good motility, forcing myself on President 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 do n't mean 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. Lashkar-e-Taiba get some food, then maybe, you can have seconds. ``

We got lunch, and then it was back to my stead, I let us into my way ; I was already intemperately in anticipation of what was to arrive. From behind me, Kennedy pressed something into my fount, 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 abasement 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 potential 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 header 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 was n't long before she came.

Then, she got off of me and stood up, again, rather unsteadily. She was now naked above the waistline, and her sodding boobs were on appearance, I liked that. She pulled off the skirt and was now all naked, always a unspoilt thing. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the other way. This was a promising growth, that put her in the perfect position to bumble me, which she did. This was my best-loved position to get a cock sucking in ; we both liked Kennedy 's dominance and my entry like this. I also got to cream her pussy, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a pussycat 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 cark me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the covers were pulled up. She did say I could induce 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 need to keep my brain on the job, and she did look 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 do to end the employment. I analyzed the data point she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within reasonable edge of error. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, John Fitzgerald Kennedy came over, naked, to discipline the numbers. That was when I remembered there was a au naturel Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of work. However, Jack Kennedy was please 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 .