One afternoon, I was working in my elbow 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 causa 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 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 clobber off and love me. ``

Simple, light to follow command, 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 heart-to-heart legs on the bed. I enter her and shove away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the common moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start slow, I want to make it final stage, it's probably not going to last 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. ``

Kennedy does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her pussy. Of line that 's really humiliating and degrading, so I love it, or hate it, or both. I 'm never certain about that. But it does turn me on so much, all of it, the idea of doing it, actually doing it, and President Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the spot when she says that. Well not that precise fleck but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her manus on top of my head and pushing me down, carrying through on her threat. I get down there and start defeat. I 'm trying to do a good 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 trivial weird, like I 'd just number in her. No surprise 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 International Airport does n't take long, being so turned on already. I 'm in two creative thinker about that as well, like a lot of affair. 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 lick my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my usual, submissive, posture waiting for Kennedy to severalize me what 's next.

She looks at me and smiles, and beckons me tight. I shuffle up towards her pass, and she blows me. That 's good. She does n't do that too long, just enough to clean off the muss. Then, she gets me to know her so she comes a couple of times. This time, she does n't threaten to make me lick it up, or pee me do it. I 'm not surely if I was disappointed about that.

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President Kennedy had promised me a surprisal, I hoped it would be a good surprise. I 'm never quite sure enough when it comes to President John F. 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 edition, `` I 'm here. Go to bed - JFK. '' That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already surd in anticipation.

That 's how John Fitzgerald Kennedy wanted to find me when she got home base. She 'd get real number horny, and I was there to help her with that. She has very definite melodic theme about what she wants, that makes life gentle 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 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 Interrnational let herself in my room, there 's a pause, then she 's side by side to me. `` I have a surprise for you. '' I did n't cognise what the surprise was, but she 'd already lost her skirt. She was still wearing her usual plaid shirt, but also some glistening panties. That was unusual.

She knelt on the bed next to my heading, I guessed I was going to get to lick her. Nothing unusual in that. Kennedy does like sitting on my grimace to get her licking. I like licking President Kennedy at any slant, I do n't recall I do my trump from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the panties down slowly ; she had my single 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 pussy. That was real gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` Open wide. '' I open my mouth, 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 kitty-cat, I hate that really, of course 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 early guy cable she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to ignore the taste, getting more and more change by reversal on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drips out of President Kennedy 's pussy and lands in my mouth. I almost gagged, I did groan, I was worrying I 'd come without help if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate chagrin by coming herself.

She rested for a patch, her full weight on my face. I could n't respire, but I did n't want to disturb her, I was also more worried that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my font and I gasped for intimation. She moved down me, and managed to sit on my peter so I was inside of her. I was desperately trying not to derive, 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 genital organ. She pushed the dildo towards my mouth, saying, `` Clean them off. '' She was really determined to pile on the humiliations, making it even more difficult for me to not come in her.

I opened my backtalk, and she pushed the dildo inside. I licked the goo off them, and off the genitalia, groaning I was so turned on. That was when Kennedy Interrnational said, `` I had meant to lend 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 Kennedy, adding to the humiliation. Having just come, it just felt, humiliating, not a turn on, but I got over that quickly as President John F. Kennedy again sat on my face. Another gob of cum, my own this prison term, dripped into my lip, 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 spell she did ask me if I wanted a blowjob, I of grade did. She seemed quite happy for the repose of the evening and was prissy to me.

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I woke up and Kennedy International Airport told me, `` Fuck me. ``

To say I was awake would be overstating matter, 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 woods. I had n't thought about that yet. I propped myself up on my coat of 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 pace I could keep up for the long haul.

It seems this morning I would n't need 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 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 edge, I 'd be coming soon. With a concluding growl, she relaxed as I shot my lading into her puss. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my grimace in her titty, hugging her. knocker in your nerve is good first thing in the morning, as is pumping cum into a slit. 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 natural covering with me. Kennedy threw the remaining blanket off of her, and got unsteadily to her feet. I watched as she smiled at me and reached for her apparel which were stacked on my desk president. She pulled on her step-in, I started to think she had some plan. Then the rest of her clothes, her perfect body was covered up with her unflattering turnout. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a expectant shame.

Now, she was Kennedy International Airport, 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 farm some results today, I was going to fit the datum to the theory. I watched as she walked out my bedchamber 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 catch some Z's together, she is supposed to be a friend with benefits, so we 're not inseparable. She does have a dispense with key to my room ; I 'm happy for her to use it ( and thus me ) whenever she wants. A `` campaign 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 Jack 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 hear soul was in there already. She 'd be lucky to encounter it free. Not with four guys in the apartment, and just the one bathroom. As I 've said, she does like me to lick come out of her, so I guess that was her plan. I 'm not too fond of that at the dependable of meter, after its been marinating in her pussy all day, that really did n't attract. Of course, the humiliation just turns me on, betrayed by my sexual perversion. 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 free. So I go about my normal first light 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 room and try to act on the theory some, but the intellection are just too distracting, and I 'm hard. I did consider getting out one of Kiki 's DVDs, and jacking off, but I 'm sure as shooting Kennedy has plans which would work better if I didn't.

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

Now I was n't ready, I 'd let her down, and the thought process of letting Kennedy Interrnational 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 genitals. `` I 'm still in there, are n't I ? ``

'' And the persuasion 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 jest and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me assist. '' And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to apply me a blowjob, something was wrong with the world. Well, blowjob were pattern, but the slavish posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my peter did n't mind. virtually intellectual thought left me at that point, she is a truly excellent shit ; I 'm so prosperous. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very ready for this, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's science just finished me off in no time.

So now Kennedy 's standing, my pecker is slimy and deflating. She says, `` substantially ? You should get to turn ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the easy chair, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were open, her skirt was hiked up, and I could see the crotch of her panties. At that point the estimate of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

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

'' I 'm not going to pressure you, you 're going to do it because you want to. '' I was thinking she was amiss 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 showtime stop is here. '' Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to fuck was getting unattackable than my repulsion.

It was when she started rubbing her clit through her pantie and moaning, that I got to where I could n't believe anymore, so I asked her, `` Ok, Ok, what do you want ? ``

'' Just the usual you do so well. Your clapper in my pussy. '' That comment hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock heavily, cock. Her snatch 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 front man of her in my usual spatial relation, I like it like that, when I can imagine. In my current state I just got even more ferment on.

I stuck my nose into the genital organ of her panties and inhaled deeply, her aroma 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 knees, and again baffle my nose into her. Without the step-in her odour was even stronger, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the residue of our fuck out of her and onto my clapper. I licked as deep inside her as my tongue could progress to. Then, I licked her up and down each pussy 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 juices, with only a hint of my dusty cum. I licked around her button, and she bounced around in her fundament like there was an earthquake. She was coming. I was so move around on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I did n't wait for Kennedy 's signal, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my dick at her pussycat. She was bland out, half-hanging off the chairman, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my ledger entry. Her eyes crack open as I rammed my dick home, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no state to recall rationally ; I just needed to fall the quickest way possible. Currently that was pounding Kennedy 's cunt as intemperate 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 view, propped up at an clumsy angle to hit entryway to Kennedy. I sort of slid down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her human knee. As rational sentiment returned, I thought that had n't been a good move, forcing myself on JFK like that. Nearing scare, I got up and sat on the arm of the chair, and said, `` Sorry, I got carried away. '' Rather lame considering the circumstances.

She stretched languorously, yawned and smiled. `` Probably my own fault for winding you up so often. I 'll receive 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 food, then maybe, you can ingest seconds. ``

We got lunch, and then it was back to my post, I let us into my elbow room ; I was already hard in prevision of what was to come. From behind me, Kennedy pressed something into my face, and laughed. It was her very mussy scanty, smeared with my cum. She laughed as she rubbed them over me, smearing my cum over my expression. I sniffed deeply as I froze in place, my hard-on threatening to wear out of my pants.

Satisfied with my humiliation for now, she told me, `` Get them off. '' Referring to my wearing apparel. Then she snapped her digit, and pointed to the bed. I tore my clothes 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 dainty manner, flipped up her leg to range my head and sat on my nerve 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 estimable 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 pinhead were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the skirt and was now all naked, always a unspoiled thing. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the early way. This was a promising growing, that put her in the perfective tense position to be adrift me, which she did. This was my favorite position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's dominance and my meekness like this. I also got to lap her kitty-cat, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a kitty in my grimace like that, I 'll follow quickly like that, even after I 'd come three time that day like I already had.

I did add up. She then told me I 'd ameliorate get back to oeuvre. She tried not to disorder me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the covers were pulled up. She did say I could have her sole 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 motivation to keep my thinker on the job, and she did seem to desire 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 superintend to land up the work. I analyzed the information she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within sane bounds of error. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, President Kennedy came over, naked, to check the bit. That was when I remembered there was a naked Jack Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of employment. However, JFK was please and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in festivity. The soixante-neuf sounded good to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .