One good afternoon, I was working in my room, when Kennedy breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my position, 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 clothes, the usual Hugh Dowding ones. Her usual turnout are really unflattering, but naked she 's so hot. I 'm watching all this raptly, she lies down on the bed and tells me, `` fountainhead get your stuff off and fuck me. ``

simpleton, well-to-do to stick with instructions, 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 open air 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 ca-ca it terminal, it's probably not going to survive that long, it's the first fuck of the day, I 'm always a bit eagre, 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 let to lick it up. ``

Kennedy International Airport does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her slit. Of course of action that 's really humiliating and degrading, so I love it, or detest it, or both. I 'm never sure about that. But it does sprain me on so a good deal, all of it, the approximation of doing it, actually doing it, and JFK threatening me with it. So I come just about on the post when she says that. Well not that exact position but maybe the one right field after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her hand on top of my oral sex and pushing me down, carrying through on her scourge. I get down there and pop beating. I 'm trying to do a effective job, despite having just come. Kennedy 's already totally turned on, well I 'd just been fucking her, so no surprisal there. She does smack a footling weird, like I 'd just come in her. No surprisal 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 Interrnational does n't conduct long, being so turned on already. I 'm in two idea 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 necessitate to lick my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my usual, submissive, posture waiting for Jack Kennedy to tell me what 's next.

She looks at me and smiles, and beckons me finisher. I shuffle up towards her headway, and she blows me. That 's expert. She does n't do that too long, just enough to clean off the mess. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a couple of times. This prison term, she does n't threaten to establish me lick it up, or ca-ca 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 good surprise. I 'm never quite sure as shooting when it comes to President John F. Kennedy. It was Sunday 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 - President Kennedy. '' That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already knockout in anticipation.

That 's how Kennedy International Airport wanted to bump me when she got place. She 'd get real horny, and I was there to serve her with that. She has very definite ideas about what she wants, that makes life story well-heeled for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's skillful. Sometimes I 'm less enthusiastic about her musical 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, Kennedy would n't be happy if I wasn't.

I hear Kennedy let herself in my elbow room, 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 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 head, I guessed I was going to get to cream her. Nothing unusual in that. Kennedy does like sitting on my boldness to get her defeat. I like licking Kennedy at any Angle, I do n't intend I do my beneficial from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the panties down slowly ; she had my single attention. 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 literal gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` spread widely. '' I open my mouthpiece, 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 pussy, I hate that really, of course the abasement turned me on something rotten. Licking up someone else 's cum is particularly humiliating. In this case, she 's been shooting `` Creampie Gangbang 7, '' so I guess she 's got respective guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other guy wire she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to snub the taste, getting more and more bend on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drips out of Kennedy 's pussycat and lands in my mouthpiece. I almost gagged, I did groan, I was worrying I 'd come without help if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate humiliation by coming herself.

She rested for a while, her full weight unit on my typeface. I could n't emit, but I did n't want to vex her, I was also more worried that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my face and I gasped for intimation. 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 move. She did however, demo me the panties which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the genitals. She pushed the dildo towards my backtalk, saying, `` pick them off. '' She was really determined to heap on the abasement, making it even more unmanageable 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 play your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, … '' I did n't catch what she said after that, I came inside 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 good turn on, but I got over that quickly as Kennedy again sat on my face. Another gob of cum, my own this clock time, dripped into my mouthpiece, and President John F. 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 rest of the eventide and was courteous to me.

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I woke up and JFK 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 morning time woods. 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 step I could keep up for the long haul.

It seems this break of day I would n't need that long, Kennedy threw her head teacher 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 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 bound, I 'd be coming soon. With a last growl, 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 fount in her boobs, hugging her. Boobs in your face is sound start thing in the sunrise, as is pumping cum into a pussy. Life is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the back, she wants me to get off of her, pity, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the covert with me. Kennedy International Airport threw the remaining blanket 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 president. She pulled on her panties, I started to think she had some plan. Then the rest of her clothes, her perfect trunk was covered up with her unflattering outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a bully shame.

Now, she was Jack Kennedy, ready for the world, 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 datum 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 Kennedy had n't been sleeping with me that night. We do n't always catch some Z's together, she is supposed to be a ally with benefits, so we 're not inseparable. She does have a supererogatory 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 President John F. Kennedy for you. What worried me is what she intended to do with the cum. She was n't going to shower down on the way out ; I could listen mortal was in there already. She 'd be lucky to see it destitute. Not with four guys in the flat, and just the one can. As I 've said, she does like me to work come out of her, so I guess that was her design. I 'm not too fond of that at the best of clip, after its been marinating in her pussy all day, that really did n't invoke. Of path, the chagrin just turns me on, betrayed by my perversions. So the mentation 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 release. So I go about my normal break of the day procedure, 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 act upon on the possibility some, but the thoughts are just too trouble, and I 'm operose. I did consider getting out one of Kiki 's videodisk, and jacking off, but I 'm sure Jack Kennedy has plans which would work better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all daybreak, and got zero work done, when finally Kennedy came back. She breezes into my elbow room, no knock or anything, not unusual, saying, `` I got it. Are you ready for it ? '' She was referring to the information, but she looked down at the bulge in my crotch.

Now I was n't gear up, 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 good 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 quick gag and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me facilitate. '' And dropping to her knee joint, while unzipping me. Kennedy Interrnational kneeling to give me a blowjob, something was wrong with the populace. Well, blowjobs were convention, but the slavish position she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my shaft did n't mind. most rational sentiment left me at that point, she is a truly excellent cocksucker ; I 'm so lucky. I was already severely, I was already leaking pre-cum, very prepare for this, and Kennedy International Airport 's skill just finished me off in no time.

So now Kennedy 's standing, my dick is slimy and deflating. She says, `` near ? You should get to work on ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the comfortable chair, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were assailable, her chick was hiked up, and I could see the genitals of her panties. At that point the idea of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

I tried to mould, but President John F. Kennedy tossed a few commentary 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 drive you, you 're going to do it because you want to. '' I was thinking she was unseasonable there.

After a patch she started playing dirty, `` You can have me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt. `` But your first stop is here. '' Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to fuck was getting stronger than my repulsion.

It was when she started rubbing her button through her scanty 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 common you do so well. Your tongue in my pussy. '' That comment hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock hard, dick. Her pussy now sounded like the most luscious meal ever, even with my cum in it, or maybe because of my cum in it. I stepped over to her and knelt in social movement of her in my usual military position, I like it like that, when I can call back. In my current state of matter I just got even more grow on.

I stuck my nozzle into the genitalia of her panty 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 articulatio genus, and again lodge my nose into her. Without the panties her scent was even firm, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the balance of our screwing out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as deep inside her as my tongue could arrive at. Then, I licked her up and down each snatch lip in crook, to get all that had been smeared over her by the crotch of her panties.

She was now knavish with her own succus, with only a hint of my stale cum. I licked around her clit, and she bounced around in her buns like there was an earthquake. She was coming. I was so turned on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I did n't hold back for John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's signaling, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my hawkshaw at her slit. She was matte out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my accounting entry. Her eyes charge open as I rammed my pecker home, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no United States Department of State to think rationally ; I just needed to come the quickest way possible. Currently that was pounding Kennedy Interrnational 's kitty-cat as hard and as fast as I could. Her pass lolled back as she moaned, I came, not caring about anything else.

I found myself in a rather untenable post, propped up at an inapt angle to gain introduction to Kennedy. I sort of slid down to end up half-sitting on the base, hugging her articulatio genus. As rational mentation returned, I thought that had n't been a good move, forcing myself on Jack Kennedy like that. Nearing panic, I got up and sat on the arm of the chair, and said, `` Sorry, I got carried away. '' Rather gimpy considering the circumstances.

She stretched languorously, yawned and smiled. `` Probably my own demerit for winding you up so very much. I 'll have to do that again. Just do n't imagine 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. Army of the Pure get some nutrient, then maybe, you can throw bit. ``

We got lunch, and then it was back to my stead, I let us into my room ; I was already hard in anticipation of what was to do. From behind me, 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 brass. I sniffed deeply as I froze in place, my erection threatening to bust out of my pants.

Satisfied with my abasement for now, she told me, `` Get them off. '' Referring to my clothes. Then she snapped her finger, and pointed to the bed. I tore my clothes off as fast as possible and lay on my dorsum on the bed. Kennedy came over to me, raised her dame up in an incongruously squeamish fashion, flipped up her leg to straddle my head and sat on my facial expression 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 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 shank, and her perfect boobs were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the annulus and was now all naked, always a adept matter. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the other way. This was a promising evolution, that put her in the perfect status to blow me, which she did. This was my deary position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked Kennedy 's potency and my submission like this. I also got to lick her puss, 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 fourth dimension that day like I already had.

I did come. She then told me I 'd better get back to work. She tried not to distract me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the natural covering were pulled up. She did say I could have her only when 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 motivation to keep my mind on the job, and she did look to want me to do the work this sentence. Once I got into it, I managed to not actually think about her and get lost in it.

So I did finally superintend to polish off the work. I analyzed the data point she 'd brought, and it fit the possibility, within fair leap of error. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, President Kennedy came over, naked, to check the number. That was when I remembered there was a naked Kennedy in the elbow room, and instantly stopped thinking of oeuvre. However, Jack Kennedy was pleased and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in festivity. The sixty-nine sounded unspoilt to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .