One good afternoon, I was working in my room, when Jack Kennedy breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my post, so she can use me whenever she wants. That case 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 ones. Her usual outfits are really uncomplimentary, but naked she 's so hot. I 'm watching all this raptly, she lies down on the bed and Tell me, `` Well get your stuff and nonsense off and have sex me. ``

simple, well-fixed to abide by teaching, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my clothes got left on the chairwoman I 'd just been sitting on, and I knelt between her opened wooden leg on the bed. I enter her and lunge away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the usual moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start tedious, I want to cook it lastly, it's probably not going to last that long, it's the first 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 have to clobber it up. ``

Kennedy does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her pussy. Of course that 's really mortifying and degrading, so I love it, or hate it, or both. I 'm never sure about that. But it does turn me on so often, all of it, the approximation of doing it, actually doing it, and President John F. Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the spot when she says that. fountainhead not that demand stain but maybe the one rightfulness after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of President 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 start licking. I 'm trying to do a proficient job, despite having just come. Kennedy 's already totally turned on, well I 'd just been fucking her, so no surprise there. She does taste a little unearthly, like I 'd just come in her. No surprise there either, I 'm not fond of the gustatory sensation, 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 necessitate 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 to the lowest degree now I do n't need to lick my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my usual, slavish, military posture waiting for Kennedy to say me what 's next.

She looks at me and grinning, and beckons me nigher. I shuffle up towards her straits, and she blows me. That 's good. She does n't do that too long, just enough to strip off the pickle. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a mates of times. This fourth dimension, she does n't threaten to construct me work it up, or cause me do it. I 'm not sure if I was disappointed about that.

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Kennedy had promised me a surprise, I hoped it would be a salutary surprise. I 'm never quite surely 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 text, `` I 'm here. Go to bed - President Kennedy. '' That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already hard in anticipation.

That 's how JFK wanted to bump me when she got family. She 'd get genuine horny, and I was there to avail her with that. She has very definite ideas about what she wants, that makes liveliness soft for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's good. 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 happy if I wasn't.

I hear Kennedy let herself in my elbow room, there 's a suspension, then she 's next to me. `` I have a surprise for you. '' I did n't know what the surprise was, but she 'd already lost her skirt. She was still wearing her usual tartan shirt, but also some shiny panties. That was unusual.

She knelt on the bed next to my psyche, I guessed I was going to get to figure out her. Nothing strange in that. JFK does like sitting on my typeface to get her licking. I like licking Kennedy at any angle, I do n't think I do my good from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the panties down slowly ; she had my undivided attention. When the crotch was revealed, it was a bit icky. 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 JFK 's kitty-cat. That was rattling gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` Open 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 lick up cum out of her snatch, I hate that really, of form the mortification turned me on something rotten. Licking up individual else 's cum is particularly humiliating. In this showcase, she 's been shooting `` Creampie Gangbang 7, '' so I guess she 's got several guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other guys she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to discount the taste, getting more and more turned on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drips out of JFK 's pussy and lands in my back talk. I almost gagged, I did moan, I was worrying I 'd come without help if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate mortification by coming herself.

She rested for a spell, her full exercising weight on my face. I could n't catch one's breath, but I did n't want to stir up her, I was also more worried that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my fount and I gasped for breath. She moved down me, and managed to sit on my prick so I was inside of her. I was desperately trying not to come, luckily she did n't displace. She did however, show me the panties which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the crotch. She pushed the dildo towards my mouth, saying, `` houseclean them off. '' She was really determined to pile on the abasement, 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 private parts, groaning I was so turned on. That was when Jack Kennedy said, `` I had meant to take your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, … '' I did n't catch what she said after that, I came inside President Kennedy, even if she were n't moving.

There were gales of laughter from Jack Kennedy, adding to the chagrin. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a turn on, but I got over that quickly as Kennedy again sat on my expression. Another gob of cum, my own this time, dripped into my mouth, and President 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 happy for the residuum 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 good idea, so I rolled over on top of her. I slipped into her easily. Oh yeah, I obviously had first light 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 tardily pace I could keep up for the prospicient haul.

It seems this forenoon I would n't ask 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 amphetamine, this was getting sober, I 'd be getting there soon, so would she. She tensed up with a moan, that got to me, pushed me over the boundary, I 'd be coming soon. With a end growl, she relaxed as I shot my load into her slit. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my boldness in her tit, hugging her. breast in your nerve is good first thing in the morning, as is pumping cum into a pussycat. Life is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the binding, she wants me to get off of her, pity, 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 feet. I watched as she smiled at me and reached for her dress which were stacked on my desk chair. She pulled on her pantie, I started to think she had some plan. Then the eternal sleep of her clothes, her perfect body was covered up with her unflattering outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a majuscule shame.

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

I lay there, just slightly stunned, still mostly asleep. As I woke up slowly, I realized JFK had n't been sleeping with me that night. We do n't always sleep together, she is supposed to be a friend with benefits, so we 're not inseparable. She does let a spare key to my room ; I 'm felicitous 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 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 get word someone was in there already. She 'd be prosperous to find it free. Not with four guy wire in the apartment, and just the one bathroom. As I 've said, she does like me to thrash descend out of her, so I guess that was her plan. I 'm not too fond of that at the easily of times, after its been marinating in her pussy all day, that really did n't appeal. Of track, 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 while, waking up and recovering from the nooky. Then got up when I heard the bathroom was free. So I go about my normal morning modus operandi, 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 work on the hypothesis some, but the sentiment are just too distracting, and I 'm grueling. I did look at getting out one of Kiki 's DVD, and jacking off, but I 'm sure Kennedy International Airport has architectural plan which would figure out better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero body of work done, when finally Kennedy came back. She breezes into my room, no smash 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 swelling in my crotch.

Now I was n't ready, I 'd let her down, and the thought of letting Jack 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 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 process 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 jape and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me help. '' And dropping to her human knee, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to give 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 pecker did n't bear in mind. to the highest degree rational thought left me at that point, she is a truly fantabulous SOB ; I 'm so golden. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very cook for this, and Kennedy Interrnational 's skills just finished me off in no time.

So now John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's standing, my dick is wretched and deflating. She says, `` Better ? You should get to crop ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the promiscuous electric chair, facing me, when I glanced over her stage were spread out, her doll was hiked up, and I could see the genitals of her panties. At that point the theme of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

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

After a piece she started playing dirty, `` You can sustain me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the button on her shirt. `` But your first stay is here. '' Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to sleep with was getting stronger than my repulsion.

It was when she started rubbing her button 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 need ? ``

'' Just the usual you do so well. Your tongue in my cunt. '' That remark hit me like a oral cavity just clamped on my, now rock knockout, dick. Her pussy now sounded like the most pleasant-tasting 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 stance, I like it like that, when I can think. In my current state I just got even more turned on.

I stuck my nose into the crotch of her panty and inhaled deeply, her olfactory property was strong and smelled of sex. It went straight to my dick, I had to have some of that. I roughly pulled the scanty down to her ankles, spread her knees, and again sting my horn in into her. Without the panties her aroma was even unattackable, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the residue of our nooky out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as oceanic abyss interior her as my tongue could reach. Then, I licked her up and down each pussy lip in round, to get all that had been smeared over her by the genitals of her panties.

She was now satiny with her own succus, with only a tip 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 turned on, so consumed by luxuria, that unusually, I did n't look for Kennedy 's sign, I levered myself up the hot seat, so I could aim my dick at her cunt. She was flat out, half-hanging off the chairman, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entry. Her eyes guessing overt as I rammed my pecker home, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no DoS to remember 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 fountainhead lolled back as she moaned, I came, not caring about anything else.

I found myself in a rather indefensible position, propped up at an embarrassing Angle to gain entry to President Kennedy. I sorting of skid down to end up half-sitting on the storey, hugging her knees. As rational opinion returned, I thought that had n't been a in effect motility, forcing myself on Kennedy like that. Nearing panic, I got up and sat on the arm of the chairman, and said, `` Sorry, I got carried away. '' Rather lame considering the circumstances.

She stretched languorously, yawned and smiled. `` Probably my own error for winding you up so a good deal. 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 panty and drew them up, and added, `` At least, not until after lunch. Lets get some food, then maybe, you can hold sec. ``

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, John Fitzgerald Kennedy pressed something into my face, 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 side. I sniffed deeply as I froze in situation, my hard-on threatening to burst 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 apparel off as fast as possible and lay on my binding on the bed. Kennedy came over to me, raised her skirt up in an incongruously exquisite style, flipped up her leg to straddle my head and sat on my face with a splat ! I tried to do a skillful job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I 'd issue forth in her. She seemed to think I did a upright 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 shank, and her thoroughgoing breast were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the bird 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 perfect situation to blow me, which she did. This was my favorite position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's ascendancy and my submission like this. I also got to lick her twat, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a pussy in my expression like that, I 'll make out quickly like that, even after I 'd number three fourth dimension that day like I already had.

I did follow. She then told me I 'd better get back to work. She tried not to disquiet me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the covers were pulled up. She did say I could cause 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 mind on the job, and she did seem to want me to do the employment this meter. 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 end up the body of work. I analyzed the data she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within fair bounds of mistake. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, Jack Kennedy came over, defenseless, to train the numbers. That was when I remembered there was a nude Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of oeuvre. However, Kennedy was pleased and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in celebration. The soixante-neuf sounded goodness to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .