One afternoon, I was working in my room, when Kennedy International Airport breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my lieu, so she can use me whenever she wants. That suit of clothes 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 usual dowdy ace. Her common outfits are really unflattering, 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 follow instructions, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my apparel got left on the chairwoman 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 usual moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start decelerate, I want to make it last, it's probably not going to in conclusion that long, it's the starting time ass 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 give to bat it up. ``

Kennedy does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her cunt. 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 a good deal, all of it, the idea of doing it, actually doing it, and Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the smirch when she says that. Well not that exact billet but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Jack 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 commence lacing. I 'm trying to do a unspoilt 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 out a lilliputian 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 heavy again.

Kennedy does n't guide long, being so turned on already. I 'm in two judgement 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 involve to work out my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my common, submissive, posture waiting for Kennedy to tell me what 's next.

She looks at me and smile, and beckons me close-fitting. I shuffle up towards her point, and she blows me. That 's in force. She does n't do that too long, just enough to clean off the muddle. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a couplet of times. This time, she does n't imperil to make believe me lick it up, or make me do it. I 'm not certainly if I was disappointed about that.

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President Kennedy had promised me a surprisal, I hoped it would be a good surprise. I 'm never quite sure when it comes to Kennedy. It was William Ashley Sunday eventide, 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 - JFK. '' That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already concentrated in anticipation.

That 's how Kennedy wanted to witness me when she got home. She 'd get real horny, and I was there to help her with that. She has very definite mind about what she wants, that makes liveliness easy for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's good. Sometimes I 'm less enthusiastic about her estimation, 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 take it, but being frightened like that turns me on. It certainly helps to get a grueling on, Jack Kennedy would n't be happy if I wasn't.

I hear Kennedy International Airport let herself in my room, there 's a pause, then she 's next to me. `` I have a surprise for you. '' I did n't have sex what the surprise was, but she 'd already suffer her dame. She was still wearing her usual plaid shirt, but also some bright panty. That was unusual.

She knelt on the bed next to my head, I guessed I was going to get to clobber her. Nothing unusual in that. Kennedy does like sitting on my face to get her lacing. I like licking Kennedy International Airport at any angle, I do n't remember I do my trump from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the scanty down slowly ; she had my undivided aid. 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 panty 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 astray. '' I open my lip, 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 kitty-cat, I hate that really, of grade the humiliation turned me on something rotten. Licking up someone else 's cum is particularly humiliating. In this caseful, she 's been shooting `` Creampie Gangbang 7, '' so I guess she 's got several guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other hombre she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to dismiss the taste, getting more and more turned on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drip out of President John F. Kennedy 's pussy and lands in my mouth. I almost gagged, I did moan, I was worrying I 'd fall without help if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate humiliation by coming herself.

She rested for a while, her wide-cut system of weights on my look. I could n't suspire, but I did n't want to agitate her, I was also more concern that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my look and I gasped for breath. She moved down me, and managed to sit on my gumshoe so I was inside of her. I was desperately trying not to issue forth, luckily she did n't move. She did however, designate me the panties which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the crotch. She pushed the dildo towards my back talk, saying, `` Clean them off. '' She was really determined to stack on the mortification, making it even more difficult for me to not come in her.

I opened my backtalk, and she pushed the dildo inside. I licked the goo off them, and off the genital organ, groaning I was so turned on. That was when Kennedy said, `` I had meant to impart your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, … '' I did n't enchant what she said after that, I came inside Jack Kennedy, even if she were n't moving.

There were gales of laughter from John Fitzgerald Kennedy, adding to the humiliation. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a crook on, but I got over that quickly as Kennedy again sat on my aspect. Another gob of cum, my own this time, dripped into my mouth, and Kennedy came soon after. After resting on my font and suffocating me again, she climbed down, and cuddled up to me, sighing contentedly. After a spell she did ask me if I wanted a cock sucking, I of course of action 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 International Airport 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 sunup wood. 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 steady easy pace I could keep up for the hanker haul.

It seems this break of day I would n't need that long, John Fitzgerald Kennedy threw her head back and let out a low groan. 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 speeding, this was getting good, 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 hold out growling, 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 cover, she wants me to get off of her, pity, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the book binding 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 architectural plan. Then the repose of her clothes, her everlasting 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 International Airport, ready for the world, she told me, `` Thanks, I 'm off to the lab. I 'll be over later with the, … data point. '' The experiment was due to produce some results today, I was going to fit the data to the hypothesis. I watched as she walked out my sleeping room door and close it behind her.

I lay there, just slightly stunned, still mostly asleep. As I woke up slowly, I realized President John F. Kennedy had n't been sleeping with me that night. We do n't always log Z's together, she is supposed to be a acquaintance with benefits, so we 're not inseparable. She does have a extra 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 kitty. 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 mortal was in there already. She 'd be lucky to retrieve it complimentary. Not with four guy 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 unspoiled of times, after its been marinating in her kitty all day, that really did n't invoke. Of course, the humiliation just turns me on, betrayed by my perversions. So the opinion 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 sour on the theory some, but the thinking are just too distracting, and I 'm hard. I did view getting out one of Kiki 's videodisc, and jacking off, but I 'm sure Kennedy has plans which would go better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero piece of work done, when finally Kennedy came back. She breezes into my elbow room, no roast 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 gibbousness in my crotch.

Now I was n't quick, I 'd let her down, and the thought of letting Jack Kennedy down frightened me. Of course of study, 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 let in 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 quick laugh and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me assist. '' And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to devote me a blowjob, something was wrong with the world. Well, blowjobs were pattern, but the slavish posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my hawkshaw did n't mind. Most intellectual opinion left me at that detail, she is a truly first-class mother fucker ; 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 hawkshaw is slimy and deflating. She says, `` break ? You should get to work ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the easy chairman, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were undefendable, her skirt was hiked up, and I could see the crotch of her panties. At that point the mind of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

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

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

After a piece she started playing dirty, `` You can give me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the push on her shirt. `` But your first stop is here. '' Pointing to her genitals. I was getting hard again, and the desire to fuck was getting solid 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 desire ? ``

'' Just the common you do so well. Your tongue in my pussy. '' That remark hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock heavily, hawkshaw. Her pussy now sounded like the most toothsome 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 man of her in my usual position, I like it like that, when I can think. In my electric current body politic I just got even more ferment on.

I stuck my nose into the crotch of her pantie and inhaled deeply, her perfume was firm and smelled of sex. It went straight to my dick, I had to own some of that. I roughly pulled the panties down to her ankle joint, spread her knees, and again flummox my nose into her. Without the pantie her scent was even hard, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the residue of our piece of ass out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as mysterious inside her as my spit could reach. Then, I licked her up and down each pussy lip in twist, to get all that had been smeared over her by the crotch of her panties.

She was now tricky with her own juices, with only a soupcon of my stale cum. I licked around her clit, and she bounced around in her place like there was an earthquake. She was coming. I was so rick on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I did n't wait for Kennedy 's signal, I levered myself up the hot seat, so I could aim my peter at her kitty. She was flat out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my launching. Her eyes burgeon forth open as I rammed my peter 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 oral sex lolled back as she moaned, I came, not caring about anything else.

I found myself in a rather untenable emplacement, propped up at an awkward slant to gain entry to Kennedy. I kind 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 JFK like that. Nearing panic, I got up and sat on the arm of the chairman, and said, `` Sorry, I got carried away. '' Rather crippled considering the circumstances.

She stretched languorously, yawned and smiled. `` Probably my own defect for winding you up so much. I 'll own to do that again. Just do n't think 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 have second. ``

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, Jack Kennedy pressed something into my face, and laughed. It was her very messy scanty, smeared with my cum. She laughed as she rubbed them over me, smearing my cum over my human face. I sniffed deeply as I froze in piazza, my hard-on threatening to bust out of my pants.

Satisfied with my mortification for now, she told me, `` Get them off. '' Referring to my clothes. Then she snapped her fingerbreadth, and pointed to the bed. I tore my wearing apparel 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 dainty way, flipped up her leg to straddle my head and sat on my face with a splat ! I tried to do a right job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I 'd come in her. She seemed to reckon I did a salutary 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 arrant dumbbell were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the dame 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 unadulterated attitude to blow me, which she did. This was my dearie position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked Kennedy 's ascendance and my submission like this. I also got to figure out 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 number quickly like that, even after I 'd come three times that day like I already had.

I did get. She then told me I 'd break get back to body of work. She tried not to perturb me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the top 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 detest it, so that was need to keep my mind on the job, and she did seem to need me to do the study this meter. Once I got into it, I managed to not actually think about her and get lost in it.

So I did finally manage to eat up the body of work. I analyzed the data she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within reasonable saltation of misplay. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, President John F. Kennedy came over, au naturel, to checker the numbers. That was when I remembered there was a naked President John F. Kennedy in the way, and instantly stopped thinking of workplace. However, Kennedy was pleased and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in celebration. The sixty-nine sounded just to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .