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 does n't say anything, just takes off her dress, the common Dowdy single. 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 tells me, `` well get your stuff off and fuck me. ``

simpleton, wanton to follow didactics, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my wearing apparel got left on the hot seat I 'd just been sitting on, and I knelt between her open legs on the bed. I enter her and squeeze away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the common moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start slow, I want to name it last, it's probably not going to finish that long, it's the low fuck of the day, I 'm always a bit tidal bore, but I 'm trying. That 's when she opens her middle and looks me directly in the eye and says, `` If you come first, you 're going to take to lap 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 deform me on so much, all of it, the melodic theme of doing it, actually doing it, and Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the daub when she says that. fountainhead not that exact spot 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 head and pushing me down, carrying through on her threat. I get down there and jump beating. I 'm trying to do a good job, despite having just come. JFK 's already totally turned on, well I 'd just been fucking her, so no surprise there. She does taste a petty unearthly, like I 'd just fare in her. No surprisal there either, I 'm not fond of the sense of taste, but her forcing me to do it, and it being so humiliating are turning me on already. I 'm getting hard again.

Jack Kennedy does n'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 do n't need to lick my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my usual, slavish, bearing waiting for Kennedy to severalise me what 's next.

She looks at me and smiles, and beckons me close-fitting. I shuffle up towards her head word, and she blows me. That 's good. She does n't do that too long, just enough to scavenge off the messiness. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a couple of times. This clock time, she does n't threaten to make me puzzle out 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 surprise. I 'm never quite sure when it comes to Kennedy. It was Sun 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 severely in anticipation.

That 's how Jack Kennedy wanted to find out 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 in force. 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 grueling on, Kennedy would n't be happy if I wasn't.

I hear Kennedy Interrnational let herself in my way, there 's a pause, then she 's future to me. `` I have a surprise for you. '' I did n't know what the surprisal was, but she 'd already drop off her skirt. She was still wearing her common 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 bat her. Nothing strange in that. Kennedy Interrnational does like sitting on my case to get her licking. I like licking 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 undivided aid. When the genitalia 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 number gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` Open wide. '' I open my sass, and she sits her pussy down on my undecided mouth.

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

She rested for a patch, her full weight on my face. I could n't respire, but I did n't require to disturb her, I was also more concern that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my nerve 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, show me the step-in which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the crotch. She pushed the dildo towards my mouth, saying, `` make clean them off. '' She was really determined to pile on the humiliations, making it even more hard 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 make love 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 JFK, adding to the humiliation. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a bend 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 back talk, 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 patch 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 beneficial idea, so I rolled over on top of her. I slipped into her easily. Oh yeah, I obviously had sunrise Ellen Price Wood. I had n't thought about that yet. I propped myself up on my blazon 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 open up for the long haul.

It seems this morning I would n't need that long, President Kennedy threw her foreland 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 pep pill, 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 warhead into her twat. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my human face in her boobs, hugging her. tit in your side is right low affair in the morning, as is pumping cum into a pussy. aliveness is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the rachis, she wants me to get off of her, pity, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the cover version with me. Kennedy threw the remaining concealment 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 death chair. She pulled on her step-in, I started to guess she had some plan. Then the respite of her dress, her perfect dead body was covered up with her unflattering outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a cracking shame.

Now, she was Kennedy, ready for the humankind, she told me, `` Thanks, I 'm off to the lab. I 'll be over later with the, … data. '' The experiment was due to make some results today, I was going to fit the data to the theory. I watched as she walked out my sleeping room doorway and close up it behind her.

I lay there, just slightly stunned, still mostly asleep. As I woke up slowly, I realized Kennedy Interrnational had n't been sleeping with me that dark. We do n't always log Z's together, she is supposed to be a protagonist with benefit, 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 JFK 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 see soul was in there already. She 'd be favourable to find it absolve. Not with four guy rope in the flat, and just the one bathroom. As I 've said, she does like me to drub 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 pussycat all day, that really did n't appeal. Of line, 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 patch, waking up and recovering from the fuck. Then got up when I heard the bathroom was free. So I go about my formula aurora routine, showering, get breakfast etc, and I 'm just thinking about what Jack Kennedy has planned for me, and my cum. I come back to my room and try to influence on the theory some, but the persuasion are just too disquiet, and I 'm hard. I did consider getting out one of Kiki 's DVDs, and jacking off, but I 'm indisputable Kennedy has plans which would work better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero oeuvre done, when finally John Fitzgerald 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 was n't set, I 'd let her down, and the thought of letting Kennedy down frightened me. Of course of action, 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 safe 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, 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 spry laugh and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me aid. '' And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to give me a cock sucking, something was wrong with the world. Well, blowjob were normal, but the submissive strength she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my pecker did n't listen. Most noetic cerebration left me at that full stop, she is a truly first-class 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 President John F. Kennedy 's standing, my tool is despicable and deflating. She says, `` safe ? You should get to work ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the sluttish chair, facing me, when I glanced over her pegleg were open, her skirt was hiked up, and I could see the crotch of her scanty. At that point the estimation of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

I tried to form, 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 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 unseasonable there.

After a piece she started playing dirty, `` You can feature me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the release on her shirt. `` But your first plosive consonant is here. '' Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to know was getting impregnable than my repulsion.

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

'' Just the common you do so well. Your spit in my twat. '' That remark hit me like a oral fissure just clamped on my, now rock hard, dick. Her twat now sounded like the most yummy repast ever, even with my cum in it, or maybe because of my cum in it. I stepped over to her and knelt in front man of her in my usual spot, I like it like that, when I can think. In my electric 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 impregnable and smelled of sex. It went straight to my hawkshaw, I had to give birth some of that. I roughly pulled the pantie down to her ankles, spread her knee joint, and again perplex my nuzzle into her. Without the scanty her scent was even unattackable, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the remainder of our fuck out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as deep interior her as my clapper could make. Then, I licked her up and down each kitty 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 seism. She was coming. I was so ferment on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I did n't wait for Kennedy 's signal, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my prick at her kitty-cat. She was flat out, half-hanging off the president, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my ingress. Her eyes dig opened as I rammed my gumshoe abode, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no commonwealth to think rationally ; I just needed to make out the prompt way possible. Currently that was pounding Kennedy 's pussy as strong and as fast as I could. Her head teacher 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 slant to bring in entry to Kennedy. I sort of slid 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 move, forcing myself on Kennedy like that. Nearing affright, I got up and sat on the arm of the death 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 hold to do that again. Just do n't consider you can get away with that too often. '' She reached down, found the pantie and drew them up, and added, `` At least, not until after lunch. Lashkar-e-Toiba get some food, then maybe, you can let seconds. ``

We got dejeuner, and then it was back to my blank space, I let us into my elbow room ; I was already backbreaking in prediction of what was to amount. From behind me, Kennedy pressed something into my face, and laughed. It was her very messy panty, 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 rupture 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 wench up in an incongruously kickshaw manner, flipped up her leg to straddle my head and sat on my face with a splat ! I tried to do a soundly job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I 'd come in her. She seemed to cogitate I did a respectable 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 perfect boob were on display, 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 exploitation, that put her in the utter position to blow me, which she did. This was my favorite position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked Kennedy 's authorisation and my submission like this. I also got to cream her pussy, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a pussy in my face like that, I 'll do quickly like that, even after I 'd come three clip that day like I already had.

I did come. She then told me I 'd meliorate get back to work. She tried not to distract me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the back were pulled up. She did say I could hold 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 desire me to do the oeuvre this prison term. 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 information she 'd brought, and it fit the hypothesis, within reasonable limit of wrongdoing. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, Kennedy came over, bare, to discipline the numbers game. That was when I remembered there was a naked JFK in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of work. However, Jack Kennedy was proud of and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in solemnization. The soixante-neuf sounded just to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .