One afternoon, I was working in my room, when Jack 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 state me what I 'm supposed to do. She does n't say anything, just takes off her clothes, the usual dowdy ones. Her usual kit 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 stuff off and fuck me. ``

Simple, easy to play along instructions, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my clothes got left on the chairperson I 'd just been sitting on, and I knelt between her open legs on the bed. I enter her and lunge away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the usual moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start decelerate, I want to cause it last, it's probably not going to live on that long, it's the first nooky 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 International Airport does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her pussy. Of course of action that 's really humiliating and degrading, so I love it, or hate it, or both. I 'm never for certain about that. But it does turn me on so lots, all of it, the musical theme of doing it, actually doing it, and Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the spot when she says that. Well not that exact spot but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally crack 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 begin licking. I 'm trying to do a serious job, despite having just come. Kennedy 's already totally turned on, well I 'd just been fucking her, so no surprisal there. She does taste a slight weird, like I 'd just get 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.

President John F. Kennedy does n't bring 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 unsatisfying when she comes so quickly, but at least now I do n't need to bat 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 smile, and beckons me closer. I shuffle up towards her head, and she blows me. That 's sound. She does n't do that too long, just enough to clean off the mess. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a couplet of times. This time, she does n't threaten to realise me lick it up, or do 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 good surprisal. I 'm never quite sure when it comes to Kennedy. It was Sun 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 - Kennedy. '' That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already grueling in anticipation.

That 's how Kennedy wanted to find me when she got home. She 'd get material horny, and I was there to help her with that. She has very definite ideas about what she wants, that makes life leisurely for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's good. Sometimes I 'm less enthusiastic about her mind, 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 surprisal for you. '' I did n't experience what the surprise was, but she 'd already lost her skirt. She was still wearing her usual plaid shirt, but also some shiny panty. 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. President Kennedy does like sitting on my human face to get her beating. I like licking Kennedy Interrnational at any Angle, I do n't think I do my comfortably from down there, but I love it that way.

She pulled the step-in down slowly ; she had my undivided aid. 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 pantie down further, there was something stuck to them, which was sticking up Kennedy 's cunt. That was real gooey, and came out slowly. Then she says, `` assailable wide. '' I open my oral cavity, and she sits her purulent down on my loose mouth.

Definitely gooey and sticky. Definitely cum, unfortunately, I recognize the taste. She loves getting me to lick up cum out of her pussy, I hate that really, of course the humiliation turned me on something rotten. Licking up someone else 's cum is particularly humiliating. In this vitrine, 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 disregard the taste, getting More and more flex on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drip mold out of President Kennedy 's pussy and lands in my mouth. I almost gagged, I did groan, I was worrying I 'd come without helper if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate abasement by coming herself.

She rested for a piece, her full weight on my face. 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 expression and I gasped for breathing space. She moved down me, and managed to sit on my dick so I was inside of her. I was desperately trying not to hail, luckily she did n't move. She did however, usher 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 pack on the humiliations, making it even more difficult for me to not occur in her.

I opened my oral cavity, 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 said, `` I had meant to bestow your dildo, I really should get it on you with it, … '' I did n't beguile what she said after that, I came inside kennedy, even if she were n't moving.

There were gales of laughter from Kennedy International Airport, 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 time, dripped into my rima oris, 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 while she did ask me if I wanted a blowjob, I of course did. She seemed quite happy for the eternal rest 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 things, but that was definitely a good thought, so I rolled over on top of her. I slipped into her easily. Oh yeah, I obviously had daybreak Sir Henry 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 sweetheart easy pace I could proceed up for the long haul.

It seems this morning I would n't need that long, Kennedy threw her pass 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 sharpness, I 'd be coming soon. With a net growl, 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 face in her boobs, hugging her. pinhead in your boldness is good first-class honours degree thing in the sunup, as is pumping cum into a pussy. lifespan is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the cover, she wants me to get off of her, ruth, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the book binding with me. Kennedy threw the remaining covering fire 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 panty, I started to call up she had some design. Then the rest of her wearing apparel, her consummate consistence was covered up with her unflattering outfit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a capital shame.

Now, she was Kennedy, ready for the universe, 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 results today, I was going to fit the data to the theory. I watched as she walked out my bedroom door and close up 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 Nox. We do n't always kip together, she is supposed to be a friend with benefit, so we 're not inseparable. She does hold a spare key to my room ; I 'm happy 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 President John F. 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 hear individual was in there already. She 'd be lucky to find it free. Not with four guys in the apartment, and just the one bathroom. As I 've said, she does like me to lick occur out of her, so I guess that was her program. I 'm not too fond of that at the best of times, after its been marinating in her cunt all day, that really did n't appeal. Of course, the humiliation 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 ass. Then got up when I heard the toilet was costless. So I go about my normal morning procedure, showering, get breakfast etc, and I 'm just thinking about what Jack 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 thinking are just too distracting, and I 'm hard. I did consider getting out one of Kiki 's videodisc, and jacking off, but I 'm sure Kennedy has plans which would puzzle out better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all morning, and got zero work done, when finally Kennedy came back. She breezes into my elbow room, no whack 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 swelling in my crotch.

Now I was n't gear up, I 'd let her down, and the sentiment of letting Kennedy 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 safest to allow 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 fast laugh and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me facilitate. '' And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to kick in me a cock sucking, something was improper with the world. Well, cock sucking were normal, but the submissive posture she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my cock did n't take care. about rational number thought left me at that distributor point, she is a truly excellent prick ; I 'm so lucky. I was already hard, I was already leaking pre-cum, very ready for this, and Kennedy 's skill just finished me off in no time.

So now Kennedy 's standing, my dick is wretched and deflating. She says, `` expert ? You should get to work ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the wanton chairperson, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were out-of-doors, her skirt was hiked up, and I could see the crotch of her panties. At that point the mind 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 lunch. '' 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 while she started playing dirty, `` You can accept me whenever you want. '' She was unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt. `` But your number one occlusive is here. '' Pointing to her crotch. I was getting hard again, and the desire to have a go at it 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 suppose anymore, so I asked her, `` Ok, Ok, what do you desire ? ``

'' Just the common you do so well. Your tongue in my pussy. '' That remark hit me like a backtalk just clamped on my, now rock hard, putz. Her snatch 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 figurehead of her in my common perspective, I like it like that, when I can recollect. In my stream land I just got even more turned on.

I stuck my nose into the fork of her panties and inhaled deeply, her scent was hard and smelled of sex. It went straight to my dick, I had to have some of that. I roughly pulled the pantie down to her mortise joint, spread her articulatio genus, and again mystify my pry into her. Without the step-in her perfume was even stronger, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the remainder of our fuck out of her and onto my lingua. I licked as deep inside her as my spit 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 genitals of her panties.

She was now slick 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 seism. She was coming. I was so change by reversal on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I did n't wait for President Kennedy 's signaling, I levered myself up the chair, so I could aim my dick at her pussy. She was flat out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entryway. Her eye shot open as I rammed my shaft home, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no state of matter to suppose rationally ; I just needed to amount the quickest way possible. Currently that was pounding President John F. Kennedy 's pussy as severely and as fast as I could. Her pass lolled back as she moaned, I came, not caring about anything else.

I found myself in a rather untenable location, propped up at an awkward angle to gain entry to Jack Kennedy. I kind of skid down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her knee. As rational thinking returned, I thought that had n't been a good 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 fault for winding you up so much. I 'll throw to do that again. Just do n't think you can get away with that too often. '' She reached down, found the pantie and drew them up, and added, `` At least, not until after lunch. Lets get some food, then maybe, you can have seconds. ``

We got lunch, and then it was back to my place, I let us into my room ; I was already severely in anticipation of what was to come in. From behind me, John Fitzgerald Kennedy pressed something into my font, 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 look. I sniffed deeply as I froze in stead, my hard-on threatening to bust out of my pants.

Satisfied with my chagrin for now, she told me, `` Get them off. '' Referring to my wearing apparel. Then she snapped her finger's breadth, 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 doll up in an incongruously nice manner, flipped up her leg to range my head word 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 come in her. She seemed to think I did a effective 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 unadulterated boobs were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the annulus and was now all naked, always a good matter. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the other way. This was a promising development, that put her in the staring position to muff me, which she did. This was my favorite position to get a cock sucking in ; we both liked Kennedy 's ascendance and my submission like this. I also got to drub 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 get quickly like that, even after I 'd amount three times that day like I already had.

I did come. She then told me I 'd better get back to work. She tried not to trouble me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the masking were pulled up. She did say I could have her only if 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 need to keep my idea 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 wangle to finish the work. I analyzed the data she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within reasonable bounce of computer error. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, Jack Kennedy came over, naked, to check the Book of Numbers. That was when I remembered there was a naked Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of piece of work. However, Kennedy was pleased and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in celebration. The sixty-nine sounded good to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .