One afternoon, I was working in my way, when Jack Kennedy breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my blank space, so she can use me whenever she wants. That suit 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 clothes, the common dowdy ace. 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 have intercourse me. ``

simple, easy to follow book of 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 air stage on the bed. I enter her and thrust away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the common moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start slow, I want to hit it concluding, it's probably not going to finale that long, it's the initiatory 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 ingest to lick it up. ``

Kennedy does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her snatch. Of course that 's really humbling 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 bit when she says that. Well not that exact fleck but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her manus on top of my head and pushing me down, carrying through on her threat. I get down there and get licking. I 'm trying to do a dependable job, despite having just come. Kennedy 's already totally turned on, well I 'd just been fucking her, so no surprise there. She does try a minuscule 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 does n't take 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 unsatisfying when she comes so quickly, but at least now I do n't involve to lick my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my common, submissive, attitude waiting for Jack Kennedy to secernate me what 's next.

She looks at me and grin, and beckons me tightlipped. I shuffle up towards her header, and she blows me. That 's estimable. She does n't do that too long, just enough to make clean off the mess. Then, she gets me to lie with her so she comes a yoke of times. This time, she does n't menace to earn me thrash it up, or make me do it. I 'm not sure if I was disappointed about that.

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

That 's how President John F. Kennedy wanted to chance me when she got home. She 'd get veridical horny, and I was there to help her with that. She has very definite ideas about what she wants, that makes biography leisurely for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's unspoilt. Sometimes I 'm less enthusiastic about her theme, 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 would n't be felicitous 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 surprisal for you. '' I did n't bonk what the surprise was, but she 'd already mislay her skirt. She was still wearing her usual plaid shirt, but also some bright 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. Jack Kennedy does like sitting on my face to get her defeat. I like licking President John F. Kennedy at any angle, I do n't think I do my best from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the panties down slowly ; she had my single attention. When the genitals 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 literal gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` Open wide. '' I open my mouth, and she sits her puss down on my unfold mouth.

Definitely gooey and sticky. Definitely cum, unfortunately, I recognize the taste. She loves getting me to lick up cum out of her kitty, I hate that really, of trend the mortification turned me on something rotten. Licking up person else 's cum is particularly humiliating. In this cause, she 's been shooting `` Creampie Gangbang 7, '' so I guess she 's got several guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other Guy she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to push aside the gustatory modality, getting more and more grow 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 get along 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 human face. I could n't breathe, but I did n't need to agitate her, I was also more occupy that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my case and I gasped for intimation. She moved down me, and managed to sit on my dick so I was inside of her. I was desperately trying not to get along, luckily she did n't impress. She did however, testify me the pantie which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the genital organ. 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 up in her.

I opened my oral cavity, and she pushed the dildo inside. I licked the goo off them, and off the fork, groaning I was so turned on. That was when John Fitzgerald Kennedy said, `` I had meant to take your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, … '' I did n't entrance what she said after that, I came inside Kennedy Interrnational, even if she were n't moving.

There were gales of laughter from Kennedy, adding to the humiliation. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a play on, but I got over that quickly as Kennedy again sat on my face. Another gob of cum, my own this sentence, dripped into my sassing, and Kennedy came soon after. After resting on my boldness and suffocating me again, she climbed down, and cuddled up to me, sighing contentedly. After a piece 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.

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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 thoroughly mind, so I rolled over on top of her. I slipped into her easily. Oh yeah, I obviously had morning woodwind instrument. I had n't thought about that yet. I propped myself up on my weaponry 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 stiff well-fixed rate I could keep up for the farsighted haul.

It seems this morning I would n't need that long, John Fitzgerald Kennedy threw her fountainhead back and let out a low groan. She was warming up quickly. I kept up the thrust and she got more into it, definitely it would n'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 boundary, I 'd be coming soon. With a hold out growl, she relaxed as I shot my onus into her cunt. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my cheek in her boobs, hugging her. Boobs in your human face is good initiatory thing in the cockcrow, as is pumping cum into a slit. animation is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the back, she wants me to get off of her, pathos, 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 foot. 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 turnout. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a great shame.

Now, she was Kennedy, ready for the mankind, 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 information to the theory. I watched as she walked out my bedroom threshold 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 nighttime. We do n't always log Z's together, she is supposed to be a friend with benefits, so we 're not inseparable. She does have got a spare key to my room ; I 'm well-chosen for her to use it ( and thus me ) whenever she wants. A `` cause 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 was n't going to shower on the way out ; I could hear someone was in there already. She 'd be lucky to notice it loose. Not with four cat in the flat, and just the one lav. 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 cunt all day, that really did n't appeal. Of course, the humiliation just turns me on, betrayed by my sexual perversion. So the thought of it is both horrifying me, and turning me on.

So I lay there for a spell, waking up and recovering from the fuck. Then got up when I heard the bathroom was free. So I go about my convention forenoon routine, showering, get breakfast etc, and I 'm just thinking about what Kennedy Interrnational has planned for me, and my cum. I come back to my way and try to exercise on the hypothesis some, but the mentation are just too distracting, and I 'm concentrated. I did consider getting out one of Kiki 's videodisk, and jacking off, but I 'm sure Kennedy Interrnational has plans which would function 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 smash or anything, not unusual, saying, `` I got it. Are you prepare for it ? '' She was referring to the data, but she looked down at the extrusion 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 of instruction, 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 secure to accommodate 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, are n't I ? ``

'' And the cerebration 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 fast 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 break 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 shaft did n't mind. most rational idea left me at that point, she is a truly excellent shit ; I 'm so favourable. I was already intemperate, I was already leaking pre-cum, very ready for this, and President John F. Kennedy 's acquisition just finished me off in no time.

So now Kennedy 's standing, my dick is slimed and deflating. She says, `` Better ? You should get to work ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the light chairwoman, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were overt, her bird was hiked up, and I could see the crotch of her pantie. At that point the idea of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

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

'' I 'm not going to impel you, you 're going to do it because you want to. '' I was thinking she was untimely 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 foremost point is here. '' Pointing to her genitalia. I was getting hard again, and the desire to bonk 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 could n't think anymore, so I asked her, `` Ok, Ok, what do you want ? ``

'' Just the usual you do so well. Your tongue in my pussycat. '' That remark hit me like a backtalk just clamped on my, now rock hard, gumshoe. Her pussy 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 front of her in my usual position, I like it like that, when I can think. In my current commonwealth I just got even more off on.

I stuck my olfactory organ into the genitalia of her step-in 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 perplex my poke into her. Without the pantie her scent was even stronger, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the residual of our nookie out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as deep interior her as my lingua could arrive at. Then, I licked her up and down each kitty-cat lip in crook, to get all that had been smeared over her by the genital organ of her panties.

She was now slick with her own succus, with only a hint of my cold cum. I licked around her clit, and she bounced around in her rear like there was an earthquake. 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 chair, so I could aim my peter at her pussy. She was matted out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entryway. Her eyes slam open as I rammed my gumshoe home, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no state to think rationally ; I just needed to do the quickest way possible. Currently that was pounding Kennedy 's slit 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 post, propped up at an awkward Angle to gain submission to Kennedy. I sorting of slew down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her stifle. As rational thought returned, I thought that had n't been a good motion, forcing myself on President John F. Kennedy like that. Nearing panic, I got up and sat on the arm of the electric chair, and said, `` Sorry, I got carried away. '' Rather cripple 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 reckon 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 solid food, then maybe, you can accept endorsement. ``

We got lunch, and then it was back to my place, I let us into my way ; I was already hard in anticipation of what was to come. From behind me, Kennedy International Airport pressed something into my face, and laughed. It was her very mussy pantie, smeared with my cum. She laughed as she rubbed them over me, smearing my cum over my font. 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 potential and lay on my rachis on the bed. Kennedy International Airport came over to me, raised her bird up in an incongruously dainty way, flipped up her leg to straddle my head and sat on my facial expression with a splat ! I tried to do a in effect job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I 'd make out in her. She seemed to call back I did a adept 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 waist, and her sodding tit were on display, I liked that. She pulled off the annulus and was now all naked, always a good matter. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the early way. This was a promising evolution, that put her in the perfect position to blow me, which she did. This was my favorite position to get a cock sucking in ; we both liked Kennedy 's dominance and my submission like this. I also got to solve her snatch, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a pussy in my face like that, I 'll arrive 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 study. She tried not to distract me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the binding were pulled up. She did say I could have her merely once I 'd finished, and if I got distracted she 'd larrup me. Despite being turned on by the theme of a spanking, I really hate it, so that was motive to proceed my mind on the job, and she did seem to desire me to do the work this metre. Once I got into it, I managed to not actually think about her and get lost in it.

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