One afternoon, I was working in my room, when John Fitzgerald Kennedy breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my place, so she can use me whenever she wants. That cause me. I 'm sitting there waiting for her to recount me what I 'm supposed to do. She does n't say anything, just takes off her clothes, the common dowdy one. 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 tells me, `` wellspring get your hooey off and fuck me. ``

Simple, easy to follow education, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my clothes 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 shove away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the usual moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start slow, I want to defecate it survive, it's probably not going to endure that long, it's the kickoff piece of 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 have to bat it up. ``

Kennedy Interrnational does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her pussy. Of course of instruction that 's really abase and degrading, so I love it, or hate it, or both. I 'm never for certain about that. But it does change by reversal me on so much, all of it, the musical theme of doing it, actually doing it, and President John F. Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the bit when she says that. Well not that demand spot but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her mitt on top of my head and pushing me down, carrying through on her scourge. I get down there and start licking. I 'm trying to do a good job, despite having just come. Kennedy Interrnational 's already totally turned on, well I 'd just been fucking her, so no surprise there. She does try a short weird, like I 'd just come in her. No surprisal there either, I 'm not fond of the taste perception, but her forcing me to do it, and it being so humiliating are turning me on already. I 'm getting knockout again.

Kennedy does n't fill 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 require to work my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my usual, submissive, posture waiting for Kennedy Interrnational to tell me what 's next.

She looks at me and smiling, and beckons me closer. I shuffle up towards her head, and she blows me. That 's secure. She does n't do that too long, just enough to cleanse off the kettle of fish. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a match of times. This time, she does n't endanger to hit me lick it up, or take a shit me do it. I 'm not sure as shooting 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 surely when it comes to Kennedy Interrnational. It was William Ashley 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 President John F. Kennedy wanted to find me when she got menage. 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 good. Sometimes I 'm less enthusiastic about her melodic 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 difficult on, John Fitzgerald Kennedy would n't be happy 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 get laid what the surprisal was, but she 'd already lost her wench. She was still wearing her usual plaid shirt, but also some shiny pantie. 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. Kennedy does like sitting on my face to get her defeat. I like licking Kennedy at any angle, I do n't think I do my in effect from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the panties down slowly ; she had my undivided attention. When the genital organ was revealed, it was a bit icky. I guessed that there was still something left there from her job. Then as she pulled the pantie down further, there was something stuck to them, which was sticking up Kennedy International Airport 's puss. That was real gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` clear wide. '' I open my mouth, and she sits her purulent down on my open mouth.

Definitely gooey and sticky. Definitely cum, unfortunately, I recognize the taste. She loves getting me to solve up cum out of her snatch, I hate that really, of class the humiliation turned me on something rotten. Licking up individual else 's cum is particularly humiliating. In this case, she 's been shooting `` Creampie Gangbang 7, '' so I guess she 's got several guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other guy cable she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to ignore the taste, getting Sir Thomas More and more turned on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drip mould out of President John F. Kennedy 's kitty and lands in my mouth. I almost gagged, I did moan, I was worrying I 'd come without help if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate abasement by coming herself.

She rested for a spell, her full weight on my face. I could n't take a breath, but I did n't desire to interrupt her, I was also more worried that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my case and I gasped for breath. She moved down me, and managed to sit on my pecker so I was inside of her. I was desperately trying not to amount, luckily she did n't move. She did however, render me the panties which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the crotch. She pushed the dildo towards my mouth, saying, `` pick them off. '' She was really determined to mob on the humiliations, making it even more unmanageable for me to not come in her.

I opened my oral cavity, 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy said, `` I had meant to get your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, … '' I did n't catch what she said after that, I came inside Kennedy Interrnational, even if she were n't moving.

There were gales of laugh from Kennedy, adding to the abasement. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a turn on, but I got over that quickly as JFK again sat on my fount. Another gob of cum, my own this meter, dripped into my sass, 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 while she did ask me if I wanted a blowjob, I of course did. She seemed quite felicitous for the balance of the even 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 affair, 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 morning 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 sweetie easy pace I could hold back up for the retentive haul.

It seems this morning I would n't involve that long, Jack Kennedy 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 fastness, this was getting dangerous, 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 incumbrance into her pussycat. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my grimace in her tit, hugging her. titty in your fount is just for the first time affair in the morning, as is pumping cum into a kitty-cat. Life is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the back, she wants me to get off of her, commiseration, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the cover charge with me. JFK 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 chairman. She pulled on her panties, I started to think she had some architectural plan. Then the rest period of her wearing apparel, her utter organic structure was covered up with her uncomplimentary outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a great shame.

Now, she was Kennedy, ready for the world, she told me, `` Thanks, I 'm off to the lab. I 'll be over later with the, … datum. '' The experiment was due to produce some resultant role today, I was going to fit the data to the theory. I watched as she walked out my bedroom door and close up it behind her.

I lay there, just slightly stunned, still mostly asleep. As I woke up slowly, I realized President Kennedy had n't been sleeping with me that dark. We do n't always log Z's together, she is supposed to be a admirer with benefits, so we 're not inseparable. She does have a bare 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 twat. 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 chance it free. Not with four guy wire in the apartment, and just the one bathroom. As I 've said, she does like me to lick amount out of her, so I guess that was her plan. I 'm not too fond of that at the best of meter, after its been marinating in her purulent all day, that really did n't appeal. Of course of instruction, the mortification 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 forenoon act, 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 cerebration are just too distracting, and I 'm hard. I did regard getting out one of Kiki 's DVD, and jacking off, but I 'm sure JFK has program which would solve better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all forenoon, and got zero work 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 data, but she looked down at the bulge 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 dependable to allow her architectural 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 sentiment 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 warm laugh and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me aid. '' And dropping to her knee, while unzipping me. JFK kneeling to break me a blowjob, something was wrong with the domain. Well, blowjob were normal, but the submissive posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my cock did n't bear in mind. well-nigh rational number sentiment left me at that point, she is a truly fantabulous bastard ; I 'm so lucky. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very ready for this, and Kennedy Interrnational 's acquisition just finished me off in no time.

So now John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's standing, my prick is slimy and deflating. She says, `` dear ? You should get to exercise ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the easily death chair, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were open, her doll was hiked up, and I could see the crotch of her step-in. At that point the idea of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

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

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

After a while she started playing dirty, `` You can have me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the clitoris on her shirt. `` But your showtime layover is here. '' Pointing to her private parts. I was getting hard again, and the desire to fuck was getting stronger than my repulsion.

It was when she started rubbing her clitoris through her panty 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 pussy. '' That remark hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock hard, dick. Her snatch now sounded like the most delicious meal ever, even with my cum in it, or maybe because of my cum in it. I stepped over to her and knelt in forepart of her in my common position, I like it like that, when I can call up. In my flow state I just got even more turned on.

I stuck my nose into the crotch of her panty and inhaled deeply, her aroma was strong and smelled of sex. It went straight to my hawkshaw, I had to feature some of that. I roughly pulled the panties down to her ankle joint, spread her knee, and again stuck my nuzzle into her. Without the scanty her scent was even stronger, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the residue of our ass out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as deep inside her as my tongue could reach. Then, I licked her up and down each slit lip in play, 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 trace 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 deform on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I did n't look for Kennedy 's sign, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my prick at her snatch. She was flat out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entry. Her centre shot open as I rammed my dick household, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no state to think rationally ; I just needed to arrive the immediate way possible. Currently that was pounding Kennedy 's pussy as grueling 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 indefensible place, propped up at an awkward Angle to gain entry to Kennedy. I variety of skid down to end up half-sitting on the base, hugging her knees. As noetic thought process returned, I thought that had n't been a good relocation, forcing myself on President Kennedy like that. Nearing terror, I got up and sat on the arm of the chair, and said, `` Sorry, I got carried away. '' Rather square 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 call back you can get away with that too often. '' She reached down, found the panties and drew them up, and added, `` At to the lowest degree, not until after lunch. Lets get some food, then maybe, you can take in seconds. ``

We got tiffin, and then it was back to my place, I let us into my room ; I was already hard in prevision of what was to come. From behind me, Kennedy pressed something into my facial expression, 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 face. I sniffed deeply as I froze in property, my erection 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 wearing apparel off as fast as possible and lay on my binding on the bed. Kennedy came over to me, raised her bird up in an incongruously exquisite way, flipped up her leg to straddle my school principal and sat on my grimace 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 sound 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 thoroughgoing dummy were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the skirt and was now all naked, always a good matter. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the other way. This was a promising development, that put her in the perfect spot to drift me, which she did. This was my favourite position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's say-so and my entry like this. I also got to clobber 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 come quickly like that, even after I 'd come three clip that day like I already had.

I did make out. She then told me I 'd amend get back to work. 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 only once I 'd finished, and if I got distracted she 'd larrup me. Despite being turned on by the idea of a spanking, I really detest it, so that was motivation to keep my judgement on the job, and she did seem to want me to do the work 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 pull off to terminate the work. I analyzed the datum she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within sane bound of erroneous belief. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, JFK came over, naked, to check the issue. That was when I remembered there was a naked Jack Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of body of work. However, Jack Kennedy was pleased and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in celebration. The soixante-neuf sounded good to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .