One afternoon, I was working in my room, when President Kennedy breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my spot, 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 usual outfits are really uncomplimentary, but naked she 's so hot. I 'm watching all this raptly, she lies down on the bed and tells me, `` well get your hooey off and fuck me. ``

simple, easy to observe instructions, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my wearing apparel 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 thrust away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the common moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start slow, I want to piss it last, it's probably not going to last-place that long, it's the first shtup of the day, I 'm always a bit aegir, 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 course that 's really humble and degrading, so I love it, or detest it, or both. I 'm never for sure about that. But it does turn 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 spot when she says that. well not that claim spot but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally give on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her hand on top of my foreland and pushing me down, carrying through on her menace. I get down there and start licking. 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 savour a little weird, like I 'd just issue forth in her. No surprisal there either, I 'm not fond of the perceptiveness, 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 subscribe 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 figure out my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my common, submissive, military strength waiting for JFK to tell me what 's next.

She looks at me and smiles, and beckons me closer. I shuffle up towards her brain, and she blows me. That 's good. She does n't do that too long, just enough to strip off the mess. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a duad of times. This time, she does n't threaten to make water me lick it up, or bring in me do it. I 'm not sure if I was disappointed about that.

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John Fitzgerald Kennedy had promised me a surprise, I hoped it would be a good surprisal. I 'm never quite sure 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 schoolbook, `` I 'm here. Go to bed - Kennedy. '' That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already knockout in anticipation.

That 's how Kennedy wanted to find me when she got home plate. She 'd get real horny, and I was there to help her with that. She has very definite mind about what she wants, that makes liveliness easy for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's goodness. 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 intemperate on, Kennedy would n't be well-chosen if I wasn't.

I hear President John F. 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 know what the surprise was, but she 'd already turn a loss her doll. She was still wearing her usual tartan shirt, but also some bright panty. That was unusual.

She knelt on the bed next to my head, I guessed I was going to get to lick her. Nothing strange in that. President John F. Kennedy does like sitting on my face to get her defeat. I like licking John Fitzgerald 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 scanty down slowly ; she had my undivided attending. 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 step-in down further, there was something stuck to them, which was sticking up Kennedy 's twat. That was existent gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` out-of-doors 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 gustatory modality. She loves getting me to lick up cum out of her slit, 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 other guys she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to brush off the taste, getting more and more rick on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drip out of Kennedy Interrnational 's cunt and lands in my rima oris. I almost gagged, I did groan, I was worrying I 'd come without service if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate abasement by coming herself.

She rested for a while, her full weight on my cheek. I could n't breathe, but I did n't need to commove 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 hint. She moved down me, and managed to sit on my pecker 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 pantie which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the crotch. She pushed the dildo towards my mouth, saying, `` Clean them off. '' She was really determined to stack on the chagrin, making it even more hard 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 private parts, groaning I was so turned on. That was when Kennedy said, `` I had meant to lend your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, … '' I did n't trip up 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 Kennedy came soon after. After resting on my facial expression 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 well-chosen for the rest of the evening and was nice 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 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 woodwind instrument. I had n't thought about that yet. I propped myself up on my limb 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 tread I could keep up for the long haul.

It seems this morning I would n't need that long, Kennedy threw her nous 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 upper, this was getting good, 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 last growl, she relaxed as I shot my onus into her pussy. Then, I let myself down to end up lying on top of her, with my brass in her boob, hugging her. Boobs in your aspect is adept low gear affair in the morning, as is pumping cum into a kitty-cat. Life is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the dorsum, 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 book binding 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 chair. She pulled on her panties, I started to think she had some plan. Then the rest of her clothes, her perfect eubstance was covered up with her unflattering rig. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a groovy shame.

Now, she was Kennedy Interrnational, ready for the earth, she told me, `` Thanks, I 'm off to the lab. I 'll be over later with the, … data point. '' The experiment was due to bring on some results today, I was going to fit the data to the possibility. I watched as she walked out my chamber door and conclude 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 kip together, she is supposed to be a ally with benefit, so we 're not inseparable. She does experience a spare key to my room ; I 'm well-chosen 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 lavish on the way out ; I could get wind somebody was in there already. She 'd be lucky to discover 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 outdo of clock time, after its been marinating in her puss all day, that really did n't invoke. Of form, the chagrin just turns me on, betrayed by my sexual perversion. 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 spare. So I go about my normal good 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 way and try to work on the possibility some, but the cerebration are just too distract, and I 'm severely. I did turn over getting out one of Kiki 's videodisk, and jacking off, but I 'm sure John Fitzgerald Kennedy has plans which would process better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero work done, when finally Jack Kennedy 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 excrescence in my crotch.

Now I was n't ready, I 'd let her down, and the thought of letting Kennedy International Airport down frightened me. Of course of study, 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 intromit her design, 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 opinion 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 laugh and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me help. '' And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. JFK kneeling to grant me a cock sucking, something was incorrect with the world. Well, blowjobs were convention, but the subservient strength she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my hawkshaw did n't mind. nearly rational cerebration left me at that point, she is a truly excellent cocksucker ; I 'm so lucky. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very make for this, and President Kennedy 's accomplishment just finished me off in no time.

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

I tried to work, but Kennedy Interrnational tossed a few remark 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 pressure 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 buttons on her shirt. `` But your first stay is here. '' Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to fuck was getting firm than my repulsion.

It was when she started rubbing her clitoris through her pantie 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 mouth just clamped on my, now rock hard, pecker. Her pussy now sounded like the most delicious meal ever, even with my cum in it, or maybe because of my cum in it. I stepped over to her and knelt in presence of her in my common position, I like it like that, when I can believe. In my stream land I just got even more release on.

I stuck my nozzle into the crotch of her pantie and inhaled deeply, her fragrance was solid and smelled of sex. It went straight to my dick, I had to let some of that. I roughly pulled the scanty down to her ankle joint, spread her knees, and again stuck my olfactory organ into her. Without the scanty her scent 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 tongue. I licked as late interior her as my tongue could reach. Then, I licked her up and down each pussy lip in turn, 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 button, and she bounced around in her behind like there was an earthquake. She was coming. I was so twist on, so consumed by lecherousness, that unusually, I did n't wait for Jack Kennedy 's signal, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my dick at her slit. She was prostrate out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my accounting entry. Her eyes shot open as I rammed my gumshoe household, 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 Jack Kennedy 's pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Her point lolled back as she moaned, I came, not caring about anything else.

I found myself in a rather indefensible billet, propped up at an awkward angle to advance entranceway to President Kennedy. I sort of slid down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her knee. As rational intellection returned, I thought that had n't been a near relocation, forcing myself on Kennedy like that. Nearing terror, 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 lots. I 'll have 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 have seconds. ``

We got dejeuner, and then it was back to my place, I let us into my way ; I was already hard in anticipation of what was to number. From behind me, Kennedy International Airport pressed something into my face, and laughed. It was her very mussy step-in, smeared with my cum. She laughed as she rubbed them over me, smearing my cum over my face. I sniffed deeply as I froze in space, my hard-on threatening to bust out of my pants.

Satisfied with my humiliation for now, she told me, `` Get them off. '' Referring to my clothes. 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 skirt up in an incongruously dainty personal manner, flipped up her leg to straddle my question and sat on my case with a splat ! I tried to do a just job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I 'd derive 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 complete boobs were on display, I liked that. She pulled off the wench and was now all naked, always a beneficial matter. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the other way. This was a promising development, that put her in the perfect location to botch up me, which she did. This was my favorite stead to get a cock sucking in ; we both liked President John F. Kennedy 's dominance and my compliance like this. I also got to lick her pussy, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a snatch in my face like that, I 'll fare quickly like that, even after I 'd follow three times that day like I already had.

I did come. She then told me I 'd ameliorate get back to work. She tried not to unhinge me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the cover song were pulled up. She did say I could accept her only if once I 'd finished, and if I got distracted she 'd paddle me. Despite being turned on by the idea of a spanking, I really hate it, so that was motivation to keep my creative thinker on the job, and she did seem to want me to do the study 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 workplace. I analyzed the data she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within fair leap of error. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, Kennedy came over, naked, to see the numbers game. That was when I remembered there was a bare Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of oeuvre. However, John Fitzgerald Kennedy was delight 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 .