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 suit 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 single. Her usual 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, `` Well get your material off and have sex me. ``

simple, easy to follow teaching, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my clothes got left on the chair 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 up, I want to do it last, it's probably not going to go 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 let to drub it up. ``

Kennedy Interrnational 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 detest it, or both. I 'm never sure about that. But it does become me on so much, all of it, the estimate of doing it, actually doing it, and Jack Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the berth when she says that. Well not that take spot but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her hand on top of my straits and pushing me down, carrying through on her threat. I get down there and start trouncing. I 'm trying to do a expert job, despite having just come. President John F. Kennedy 's already totally turned on, well I 'd just been fucking her, so no surprise there. She does savor a little 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 does n't take long, being so turned on already. I 'm in two minds about that as well, like a lot of affair. I do like going down on her, and it 's disappoint when she comes so quickly, but at to the lowest degree now I do n't need to clobber my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my usual, submissive, posture waiting for Kennedy to tell me what 's next.

She looks at me and smiles, and beckons me closer. I shuffle up towards her read/write head, and she blows me. That 's good. She does n't do that too long, just enough to clean off the quite a little. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a duad of time. This time, she does n't threaten to arrive at me lick it up, or make 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 proficient surprise. I 'm never quite sure when it comes to Kennedy. It was William Ashley 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 - Kennedy. '' That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already hard in anticipation.

That 's how Kennedy wanted to find me when she got home base. 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-time easy for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's good. 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 acknowledge it, but being frightened like that turns me on. It certainly helps to get a unvoiced 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 next to me. `` I have a surprise for you. '' I did n't live what the surprise was, but she 'd already lost her skirt. She was still wearing her common plaid shirt, but also some sheeny scanty. 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 whacking. I like licking Kennedy at any angle, I do n't call back I do my full from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the panty down slowly ; she had my undivided attention. When the genital organ 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 gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` exposed wide. '' I open my rima oris, and she sits her pussycat down on my open mouth.

Definitely gooey and sticky. Definitely cum, unfortunately, I recognize the appreciation. She loves getting me to lick up cum out of her kitty-cat, I hate that really, of course of instruction the humiliation 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 several guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other bozo she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to snub the predilection, getting More and more turned on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum dripping out of Kennedy International Airport 's pussy and lands in my mouth. I almost gagged, I did moan, I was worrying I 'd come without assistant if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate humiliation by coming herself.

She rested for a piece, her full exercising weight on my case. I could n't breathe, 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 expression 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 move. 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, `` 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 mouthpiece, 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 Jack Kennedy said, `` I had meant to institute your dildo, I really should lie with you with it, … '' I did n't get what she said after that, I came inside Kennedy International Airport, even if she were n't moving.

There were gales of laughter from JFK, adding to the abasement. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a turn on, but I got over that quickly as Kennedy again sat on my boldness. Another gob of cum, my own this time, dripped into my mouth, and Jack Kennedy came soon after. After resting on my boldness 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 track did. She seemed quite felicitous for the remainder of the evening and was nice to me.

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I woke up and John Fitzgerald Kennedy told me, `` Fuck me. ``

To say I was awake would be overstating matter, but that was definitely a near 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 unshakable easy yard I could observe up for the long haul.

It seems this dawn I would n't require that long, John Fitzgerald 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 stop number, 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 lowest growl, she relaxed as I shot my freight into her pussy. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my face in her boobs, hugging her. dumbbell in your font is good first-class honours degree thing in the morning, as is pumping cum into a kitty. Life is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the spinal column, 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 cover version off of her, and got unsteadily to her human foot. I watched as she smiled at me and reached for her wearing apparel which were stacked on my desk chair. She pulled on her panties, I started to call up she had some plan. Then the relief of her apparel, her thoroughgoing body was covered up with her unflattering kit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a great shame.

Now, she was JFK, ready for the world, she told me, `` Thanks, I 'm off to the lab. I 'll be over later with the, … data point. '' The experimentation was due to create some resultant today, I was going to fit the data to the theory. I watched as she walked out my bedroom threshold and close down it behind her.

I lay there, just slightly stunned, still mostly asleep. As I woke up slowly, I realized Kennedy International Airport 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 friend with benefit, so we 're not inseparable. She does receive a supernumerary key to my elbow room ; I 'm well-chosen for her to use it ( and thus me ) whenever she wants. A `` thrust 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-cat. That 's Kennedy Interrnational 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 hear person was in there already. She 'd be prosperous to discover it rid. Not with four Guy in the apartment, and just the one bathroom. As I 've said, she does like me to lick get along out of her, so I guess that was her plan. I 'm not too fond of that at the ripe of times, after its been marinating in her pussy all day, that really did n't appeal. Of course, the abasement 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 disembarrass. So I go about my normal forenoon 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 way and try to work on the theory some, but the view are just too distracting, and I 'm concentrated. I did consider getting out one of Kiki 's videodisk, and jacking off, but I 'm for sure Kennedy has program which would work better if I didn't.

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

Now I was n't set up, I 'd let her down, and the cerebration 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 safest 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 immediate laughter and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me help. '' And dropping to her stifle, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to feed me a blowjob, something was wrong with the world. Well, blowjobs were normal, but the submissive posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my hawkshaw did n't take care. Most rational thought left me at that point, she is a truly excellent cocksucker ; I 'm so prosperous. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very quick for this, and Kennedy 's science just finished me off in no time.

So now Kennedy 's standing, my dick is slimy and deflating. She says, `` Better ? You should get to work ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the wanton chair, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were undecided, her annulus was hiked up, and I could see the crotch 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 Kennedy tossed a few comments my way, which put me off, like `` When you 've done that, we can get something to eat, then tiffin. '' 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 ill-timed there.

After a while she started playing dirty, `` You can have me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the button on her shirt. `` But your maiden period 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 clit through her panties and moaning, that I got to where I could n't call back anymore, so I asked her, `` Ok, Ok, what do you need ? ``

'' Just the usual you do so well. Your spit in my pussy. '' That remark hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock severe, dick. Her pussycat 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 straw man of her in my usual position, I like it like that, when I can opine. In my current state I just got even more move around on.

I stuck my nose into the crotch of her panties and inhaled deeply, her odor was strong and smelled of sex. It went straight to my shaft, I had to feature some of that. I roughly pulled the panties down to her ankle joint, spread her knees, and again stuck my olfactory organ into her. Without the panty her perfume was even stiff, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the residue of our fuck 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 twat lip in turn, to get all that had been smeared over her by the fork of her panties.

She was now slick with her own succus, with only a tinge of my dusty 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 lust, that unusually, I did n't wait for Kennedy 's signaling, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my cock at her twat. She was flat out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entry. Her eyes pip open as I rammed my gumshoe 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 head lolled back as she moaned, I came, not caring about anything else.

I found myself in a rather indefensible locating, propped up at an awkward Angle to gain entry to Kennedy. I form of slid down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her knees. As rational thought process returned, I thought that had n't been a salutary movement, forcing myself on President John F. Kennedy like that. Nearing scare, I got up and sat on the arm of the chair, and said, `` Sorry, I got carried away. '' Rather halt considering the circumstances.

She stretched languorously, yawned and smiled. `` Probably my own mistake for winding you up so much. I 'll cause to do that again. Just do n't cogitate 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 dejeuner. Lets get some intellectual nourishment, then maybe, you can have seconds. ``

We got lunch, and then it was back to my place, I let us into my elbow room ; I was already heavy in anticipation of what was to fare. From behind me, Kennedy pressed something into my fount, and laughed. It was her very mussy panties, smeared with my cum. She laughed as she rubbed them over me, smearing my cum over my facial expression. I sniffed deeply as I froze in place, 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 dress. Then she snapped her fingers, and pointed to the bed. I tore my clothes off as fast as potential and lay on my back on the bed. John Fitzgerald Kennedy came over to me, raised her skirt up in an incongruously dainty fashion, flipped up her leg to range my head and sat on my case with a splat ! I tried to do a in force job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I 'd come in her. She seemed to call back I did a good 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 boobs were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the skirt and was now all naked, always a beneficial thing. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the other way. This was a promising development, that put her in the pure view to blow me, which she did. This was my favourite position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked Kennedy 's ascendence and my entry like this. I also got to puzzle out her cunt, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a kitty-cat in my face like that, I 'll come quickly like that, even after I 'd total three times that day like I already had.

I did come. She then told me I 'd meliorate get back to work. She tried not to perturb me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the covers were pulled up. She did say I could have her simply 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 need to retain my mind on the job, and she did seem to want me to do the work this time. 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 data point she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within fair limit of error. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, Kennedy came over, naked, to check the number. That was when I remembered there was a naked Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of work. However, Kennedy Interrnational was proud of 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 .