One afternoon, I was working in my room, when President John F. Kennedy breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my topographic point, so she can use me whenever she wants. That suits me. I 'm sitting there waiting for her to severalize me what I 'm supposed to do. She does n't say anything, just takes off her clothes, the usual Baron Hugh Caswall Tremenheere Dowding 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 William Tell me, `` fountainhead get your stuff off and get laid me. ``

simpleton, easy to watch instructions, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my clothes got left on the president I 'd just been sitting on, and I knelt between her spread branch 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 slow, I want to make it close, it's probably not going to survive that long, it's the first fuck of the day, I 'm always a bit 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 accept to lick it up. ``

Kennedy does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her pussy. Of row that 's really humbling 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the spot when she says that. Well not that demand spot but maybe the one rightfulness after that one.

I manage to not totally break on top of President Kennedy, but she 's got her hand on top of my head and pushing me down, carrying through on her scourge. I get down there and come out licking. I 'm trying to do a good job, despite having just come. Jack Kennedy 's already totally turned on, well I 'd just been fucking her, so no surprise there. She does taste a little unearthly, like I 'd just come up in her. No surprisal there either, I 'm not fond of the gustatory sensation, but her forcing me to do it, and it being so humiliating are turning me on already. I 'm getting hard again.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy does n't look at 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 lick my own cum anymore. So I kneel there in my common, submissive, posture waiting for Kennedy to severalise me what 's next.

She looks at me and grinning, and beckons me tight. I shuffle up towards her head, and she blows me. That 's salutary. She does n't do that too long, just enough to make clean off the mountain. Then, she gets me to sleep together her so she comes a couple of prison term. This clip, she does n't threaten to make me lick it up, or earn me do it. I 'm not sure if I was disappointed about that.

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Jack Kennedy had promised me a surprise, I hoped it would be a in force surprise. I 'm never quite sure as shooting when it comes to Kennedy. It was Billy 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 backbreaking in anticipation.

That 's how Kennedy wanted to notice me when she got home. She 'd get genuine horny, and I was there to aid her with that. She has very definite ideas about what she wants, that makes life 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 accept it, but being frightened like that turns me on. It certainly helps to get a punishing on, President John F. Kennedy would n't be happy if I wasn't.

I hear Jack Kennedy let herself in my room, there 's a interruption, then she 's adjacent to me. `` I have a surprise for you. '' I did n't know what the surprise was, but she 'd already recede her bird. She was still wearing her usual plaid shirt, but also some shiny scanty. 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. Kennedy International Airport does like sitting on my typeface to get her licking. I like licking Kennedy International Airport at any angle, I do n't intend I do my best from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the panties down slowly ; she had my single attention. When the privates was revealed, it was a bit gooey. I guessed that there was still something left there from her job. Then as she pulled the scanty down further, there was something stuck to them, which was sticking up Kennedy Interrnational 's kitty. That was literal gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` Open panoptic. '' 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 puzzle out up cum out of her pussy, I hate that really, of course the humiliation turned me on something rotten. Licking up somebody else 's cum is particularly humiliating. In this case, she 's been shooting `` Creampie Gangbang 7, '' so I guess she 's got various guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other hombre she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to ignore the taste, getting Thomas More and more turned on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drip mold out of JFK 's pussy and lands in my mouth. I almost gagged, I did groan, I was worrying I 'd come without assistance if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate humiliation by coming herself.

She rested for a patch, her full system of weights on my face. I could n't breathe, but I did n't want to stir up her, I was also more vex that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my face 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 displace. She did however, read me the panty 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 pack on the humiliations, making it even more hard 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 JFK said, `` I had meant to contribute your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, … '' I did n't take hold of 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 Kennedy again sat on my grimace. Another gob of cum, my own this prison term, dripped into my back talk, 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 piece she did ask me if I wanted a blowjob, I of form did. She seemed quite happy for the rest of the evening and was nice 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 break of the day 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 steady easy step I could keep up for the yearn haul.

It seems this morn I would n't need that long, President Kennedy threw her head back and let out a low moan. She was warming up quickly. I kept up the jabbing 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 utmost growling, 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 human face in her titty, hugging her. Boobs in your grimace is good first affair in the sunup, 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, commiseration, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the covers with me. Kennedy threw the remaining covers off of her, and got unsteadily to her feet. I watched as she smiled at me and reached for her clothes which were stacked on my desk chair. She pulled on her scanty, I started to think she had some programme. Then the rest of her clothes, her unadulterated body was covered up with her uncomplimentary outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a great shame.

Now, she was Jack Kennedy, ready for the cosmos, she told me, `` Thanks, I 'm off to the lab. I 'll be over later with the, … information. '' The experiment was due to produce some resultant role today, I was going to fit the data to the possibility. I watched as she walked out my bedchamber door and come together 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 friend with welfare, so we 're not inseparable. She does have a part with 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 shower on the way out ; I could try someone was in there already. She 'd be lucky to notice it free. Not with four guys in the flat, and just the one lav. 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 effective of times, after its been marinating in her pussycat all day, that really did n't appeal. Of course of study, the chagrin 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 while, waking up and recovering from the piece of tail. Then got up when I heard the toilet was free. 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 room and try to work on the theory some, but the mentation are just too unhinge, and I 'm hard. I did debate getting out one of Kiki 's videodisc, and jacking off, but I 'm sure as shooting JFK has plans which would forge better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero work done, when finally President Kennedy came back. She breezes into my way, no knocking 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 bulge in my crotch.

Now I was n't make, I 'd let her down, and the thought of letting Kennedy International Airport down frightened me. Of trend, 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 genitals. `` 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 joke and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me facilitate. '' And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to give me a cock sucking, something was damage with the world. Well, blowjobs were normal, but the subservient military posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my putz did n't mind. Most rational thought left me at that point, she is a truly excellent cocksucker ; I 'm so favourable. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very ready for this, and President John F. Kennedy 's skills just finished me off in no time.

So now Kennedy Interrnational 's standing, my dick is despicable and deflating. She says, `` Better ? You should get to knead ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the promiscuous chairman, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were open, her skirt was hiked up, and I could see the crotch of her scanty. At that point the idea of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

I tried to work, but Kennedy Interrnational tossed a few comments my way, which put me off, like `` When you 've done that, we can get something to eat, then lunch. '' So President 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 while she started playing dirty, `` You can have me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the release on her shirt. `` But your world-class stop is here. '' Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to get laid was getting stronger 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 think anymore, so I asked her, `` Ok, Ok, what do you want ? ``

'' Just the usual you do so well. Your tongue in my pussy. '' That remark hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock hard, dick. 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 straw man of her in my usual military position, I like it like that, when I can think. In my current state I just got even more change state on.

I stuck my nose into the private parts of her panties and inhaled deeply, her scent was impregnable and smelled of sex. It went straight to my dick, I had to have some of that. I roughly pulled the scanty down to her mortise joint, spread her knees, and again stuck my nose into her. Without the panties her scent 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 natural language. I licked as rich interior her as my tongue could reach. Then, I licked her up and down each pussycat lip in turn, to get all that had been smeared over her by the fork of her panties.

She was now wily with her own succus, with only a hint of my stale cum. I licked around her clit, and she bounced around in her seat like there was an earthquake. She was coming. I was so flex on, so consumed by lustfulness, 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 pussy. She was mat out, half-hanging off the hot seat, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entree. Her eyes barb opened as I rammed my dick home, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no DoS to think rationally ; I just needed to come the prompt way potential. Currently that was pounding President John F. 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 untenable berth, propped up at an uneasy angle to gain introduction to JFK. I sort of slip down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her knees. As rational thought returned, I thought that had n't been a in force movement, forcing myself on President John F. Kennedy like that. Nearing panic, 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 defect for winding you up so a lot. I 'll own 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 to the lowest degree, not until after lunch. let get some intellectual nourishment, then maybe, you can have secondment. ``

We got lunch, and then it was back to my place, I let us into my room ; I was already hard in prediction of what was to do. From behind me, JFK pressed something into my human face, and laughed. It was her very messy 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 lieu, 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 wearing apparel. Then she snapped her fingers, 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 annulus up in an incongruously dainty manner, flipped up her leg to straddle my school principal and sat on my face with a splat ! I tried to do a good job on her as she squirmed, she definitely tasted like I 'd amount in her. She seemed to mean I did a commodity 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 waistline, and her perfect boobs were on appearance, 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 early way. This was a promising development, that put her in the perfect stead to fellate me, which she did. This was my favorite position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked JFK 's ascendance and my submission like this. I also got to lick her pussy, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a pussy in my face like that, I 'll follow quickly like that, even after I 'd number 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 deflect me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the covering fire were pulled up. She did say I could have her solitary once I 'd finished, and if I got distracted she 'd spank me. Despite being turned on by the estimate of a spanking, I really hate it, so that was motivation to go along my idea on the job, and she did appear to want me to do the workplace this fourth dimension. Once I got into it, I managed to not actually think about her and get lost in it.

So I did finally make out to finish the workplace. I analyzed the information she 'd brought, and it fit the hypothesis, within fair bounds of error. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, Kennedy came over, nude, to check the identification number. That was when I remembered there was a naked Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of work. However, Kennedy was pleased and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in solemnisation. The soixante-neuf sounded right to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .