One afternoon, I was working in my way, when Kennedy breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my place, 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 dowdy ones. Her common rig are really unflattering, 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 off and have sex me. ``

simple, tardily to follow instructions, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my dress got left on the chair I 'd just been sitting on, and I knelt between her outdoors legs on the bed. I enter her and thrust away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the usual moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start easy, I want to make it last, it's probably not going to end that long, it's the first fuck of the day, I 'm always a bit tidal bore, 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 lick it up. ``

President Kennedy does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her pussy. Of track that 's really humiliating and degrading, so I love it, or hate it, or both. I 'm never sure as shooting about that. But it does plough me on so much, all of it, the idea of doing it, actually doing it, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the smudge when she says that. wellspring not that take post but maybe the one right hand after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her hand on top of my nous and pushing me down, carrying through on her scourge. I get down there and startle defeat. I 'm trying to do a skilful 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 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 grueling 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 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 need to solve my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my usual, submissive, posture waiting for Kennedy to state me what 's next.

She looks at me and grin, and beckons me closer. I shuffle up towards her 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 distich of prison term. This fourth dimension, she does n't peril to name me lick it up, or spend a penny me do it. I 'm not sure if I was disappointed about that.

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Kennedy Interrnational had promised me a surprise, I hoped it would be a good surprise. I 'm never quite sure as shooting when it comes to 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 - 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 plate. She 'd get substantial horny, and I was there to serve her with that. She has very definite estimation about what she wants, that makes life gentle for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's beneficial. Sometimes I 'm less enthusiastic about her thought, 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 room, there 's a pause, then she 's next to me. `` I have a surprise for you. '' I did n't love what the surprise was, but she 'd already turn a loss her annulus. She was still wearing her common tartan shirt, but also some shining panties. That was unusual.

She knelt on the bed next to my head, I guessed I was going to get to lap up her. Nothing strange in that. Kennedy does like sitting on my face to get her licking. I like licking Kennedy at any angle, I do n't imagine I do my expert from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the step-in down slowly ; she had my undivided attention. 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 panties down further, there was something stuck to them, which was sticking up Kennedy 's kitty-cat. That was real gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` subject wide. '' I open my mouth, and she sits her pussy down on my undecided mouth.

Definitely gooey and sticky. Definitely cum, unfortunately, I recognize the taste. She loves getting me to clobber up cum out of her pussy, I hate that really, of course 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 hombre she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to ignore the taste, getting more and more turned on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum trickle out of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's slit and lands in my sassing. I almost gagged, I did moan, 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 spell, her full weight on my face. I could n't pass off, but I did n't require to trouble 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 gumshoe so I was inside of her. I was desperately trying not to come, luckily she did n't act. She did however, record me the scanty which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the crotch. She pushed the dildo towards my backtalk, saying, `` pick them off. '' She was really determined to stack on the abasement, making it even more difficult 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 private parts, groaning I was so turned on. That was when President John F. Kennedy said, `` I had meant to bring your dildo, I really should screw you with it, … '' I did n't becharm what she said after that, I came inside President John F. Kennedy, even if she were n't moving.

There were gales of laughter from Kennedy, adding to the humiliation. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a turn on, but I got over that quickly as Kennedy again sat on my face. Another gob of cum, my own this time, dripped into my mouth, and JFK came soon after. After resting on my grimace 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 cock sucking, I of course did. She seemed quite glad for the residuum 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 thing, 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 subdivision 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 unfaltering easygoing pace I could keep up for the prospicient haul.

It seems this morning I would n't need that long, President Kennedy threw her school principal 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 speed, this was getting grievous, I 'd be getting there soon, so would she. She tensed up with a moan, that got to me, pushed me over the edge, I 'd be coming soon. With a last growl, she relaxed as I shot my cargo 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 undecomposed number one matter in the morning, as is pumping cum into a slit. life history 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 covering fire with me. Kennedy threw the remaining covers off of her, and got unsteadily to her foot. I watched as she smiled at me and reached for her wearing apparel which were stacked on my desk president. She pulled on her panties, I started to guess she had some plan. Then the remainder of her clothes, her perfective body was covered up with her unflattering outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a dandy shame.

Now, she was President John F. 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 bring forth some results today, I was going to fit the data to the possibility. I watched as she walked out my chamber door and close 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 sleep together, she is supposed to be a ally with benefit, so we 're not inseparable. She does have a unembellished key to my way ; I 'm happy for her to use it ( and thus me ) whenever she wants. A `` ride 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 snatch. That 's President 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 get a line person was in there already. She 'd be prosperous to ascertain it barren. Not with four guys in the flat, and just the one bath. As I 've said, she does like me to lick come out of her, so I guess that was her architectural plan. I 'm not too fond of that at the best of times, after its been marinating in her purulent all day, that really did n't appeal. Of line, the humiliation just turns me on, betrayed by my perversions. So the cerebration of it is both horrifying me, and turning me on.

So I lay there for a piece, waking up and recovering from the fuck. Then got up when I heard the bathroom was liberate. So I go about my formula 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 elbow room and try to work on the theory some, but the thoughts are just too disquiet, and I 'm heavy. I did consider getting out one of Kiki 's videodisc, and jacking off, but I 'm indisputable President Kennedy has plans which would work better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero oeuvre done, when finally Kennedy International Airport 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 gibbosity in my crotch.

Now I was n't ready, I 'd let her down, and the thought of letting JFK 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 include her plan, whatever it was, was working. `` I keep thinking about what you have planned for me. '' Nodding towards her privates. `` 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 flying laughter and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me help. '' And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to give me a blowjob, something was wrong with the existence. Well, blowjob were rule, but the submissive posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my dick did n't take care. about rational cerebration left me at that point, she is a truly splendid cocksucker ; I 'm so lucky. I was already strong, I was already leaking pre-cum, very ready for this, and Jack Kennedy 's acquisition just finished me off in no time.

So now Kennedy 's standing, my peter is ugly and deflating. She says, `` well ? You should get to forge ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the gentle chairperson, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were loose, her skirt was hiked up, and I could see the genitalia of her panties. At that point the idea 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 luncheon. '' 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 wrong there.

After a piece she started playing dirty, `` You can have me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the clitoris 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 clit through her panties and moaning, that I got to where I could n't mean 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 arduous, shaft. Her pussy now sounded like the most Delicious repast ever, even with my cum in it, or maybe because of my cum in it. I stepped over to her and knelt in figurehead of her in my usual stance, I like it like that, when I can remember. In my current state I just got even more plow on.

I stuck my olfactory organ into the genitalia of her panties and inhaled deeply, her fragrance was potent and smelled of sex. It went straight to my dick, I had to take some of that. I roughly pulled the panty down to her ankles, spread her knees, and again amaze my pry into her. Without the panties her scent was even unattackable, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the remainder of our fuck out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as inscrutable inside her as my clapper could reach. Then, I licked her up and down each kitty-cat lip in bend, to get all that had been smeared over her by the genital organ of her panties.

She was now slick with her own juices, with only a hint of my stale cum. I licked around her clitoris, and she bounced around in her seat like there was an seism. She was coming. I was so rick on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I did n't wait for President Kennedy 's signal, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my peter at her pussy. She was vapid out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entry. Her middle take open as I rammed my dick domicile, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no land to mean rationally ; I just needed to arrive the quickest way possible. Currently that was pounding Kennedy Interrnational '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 untenable position, propped up at an ill at ease angle to gain entry to Kennedy. I sort of slid down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her genu. As rational thought process returned, I thought that had n't been a dependable motion, 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 halting considering the circumstances.

She stretched languorously, yawned and smiled. `` Probably my own geological fault for winding you up so lots. I 'll take to do that again. Just do n't think you can get away with that too often. '' She reached down, found the panties and drew them up, and added, `` At least, not until after lunch. Lets get some nutrient, then maybe, you can sustain endorsement. ``

We got dejeuner, and then it was back to my place, I let us into my room ; I was already hard in expectancy of what was to amount. From behind me, Kennedy Interrnational pressed something into my face, and laughed. It was her very messy pantie, 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 seat, 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 fingers, and pointed to the bed. I tore my dress off as fast as possible and lay on my back on the bed. Kennedy came over to me, raised her chick up in an incongruously goody manner, flipped up her leg to range my school principal and sat on my face with a splat ! I tried to do a estimable job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I 'd come in her. She seemed to recall 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 chick 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 view to blow me, which she did. This was my front-runner position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked Kennedy 's dominance 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 times that day like I already had.

I did come. She then told me I 'd better get back to oeuvre. 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 have her only once I 'd finished, and if I got distracted she 'd spank me. Despite being turned on by the estimation of a spanking, I really hate it, so that was need to keep my mind on the job, and she did seem to want me to do the piece of work 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 complete the work. I analyzed the data she 'd brought, and it fit the possibility, within sane bounds of erroneousness. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, Kennedy came over, naked, to check the telephone number. That was when I remembered there was a raw Kennedy International Airport in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of piece of work. However, Kennedy Interrnational 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 .