One afternoon, I was working in my room, when JFK breezed in as she 'd do. She has a key to my seat, 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 Hugh Dowding ones. Her common outfit are really unflattering, but naked she 's so hot. I 'm watching all this raptly, she lies down on the bed and Tell me, `` fountainhead get your stuff off and get it on me. ``

simple, well-to-do to follow operating instructions, that works for me. So I hasten to do just that, my clothes got left on the chair I 'd just been sitting on, and I knelt between her surface legs on the bed. I enter her and stuff away. She 's obviously enjoying it, the common moaning and writhing, I 'm enjoying it as well, obviously. I start slow, I want to build it net, 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. ``

President John F. Kennedy does particularly like me licking my own, or anyone else 's, cum out of her pussy. Of course that 's really abase and degrading, so I love it, or hate it, or both. I 'm never surely about that. But it does turn over me on so practically, all of it, the idea of doing it, actually doing it, and Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the touch when she says that. wellspring not that exact spot but maybe the one right after that one.

I manage to not totally give way on top of Kennedy, but she 's got her hand on top of my principal and pushing me down, carrying through on her threat. I get down there and set forth licking. 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 smack a little weird, like I 'd just come 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.

Jack Kennedy does n't take long, being so turned on already. I 'm in two thinker 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 usual, subservient, position waiting for John Fitzgerald Kennedy to tell 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 cleanse off the mess. Then, she gets me to fuck her so she comes a couple of times. This time, she does n't threaten to draw me lick it up, or get to me do it. I 'm not for certain if I was disappointed about that.

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Kennedy Interrnational had promised me a surprise, I hoped it would be a good surprisal. I 'm never quite sure when it comes to John Fitzgerald Kennedy. It was Sunday eve, she 'd been down in LA working and was due to fly back that evening. I got a textbook, `` I 'm here. Go to bed - Kennedy. '' That was my cue, I stripped off and lay on the bed. I was already toilsome in anticipation.

That 's how Kennedy wanted to find me when she got home. She 'd get real horny, and I was there to help her with that. She has very definite estimate about what she wants, that makes life story well-fixed for me, usually. Usually, when I find out what she wants that day, it's well. Sometimes I 'm less enthusiastic about her melodic 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 hard on, Kennedy would n't be happy if I wasn't.

I hear 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 get it on what the surprise was, but she 'd already lost her doll. She was still wearing her usual tartan shirt, but also some shiny pantie. That was unusual.

She knelt on the bed next to my nous, I guessed I was going to get to lick her. Nothing unusual in that. Kennedy International Airport does like sitting on my face to get her trouncing. I like licking Kennedy 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 undivided attention. When the genitals was revealed, it was a bit icky. 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 International Airport '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 lap up up cum out of her slit, I hate that really, of course the mortification 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 various guy 's cum in there. ( 5 other guys she told me later. ) I work away on her, trying to ignore the preference, getting more and more change state on. Then a gob of, presumably, cum drips out of Kennedy 's pussy and lands in my mouth. I almost gagged, I did moan, I was worrying I 'd descend without help if this kept up. She spared me that ultimate humiliation by coming herself.

She rested for a patch, her full weight on my face. I could n't breathe, but I did n't want to agitate her, I was also more disturbed that I 'd be coming if she carried on like that. Then, she got off my face 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 come up, luckily she did n't move. She did however, show me the panty which she 'd been holding, there was a dildo stuck to the genitalia. She pushed the dildo towards my mouth, saying, `` Clean them off. '' She was really determined to pile on the chagrin, making it even more unmanageable for me to not arrive in her.

I opened my lip, 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 JFK said, `` I had meant to make for your dildo, I really should fuck you with it, … '' I did n't catch what she said after that, I came inside Kennedy International Airport, 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 tour on, but I got over that quickly as JFK again sat on my grimace. Another gob of cum, my own this time, dripped into my back talk, and President Kennedy came soon after. After resting on my case 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 ease of the evening and was nice to me.

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I woke up and Kennedy Interrnational told me, `` Fuck me. ``

To say I was awake would be overstating affair, but that was definitely a right melodic theme, so I rolled over on top of her. I slipped into her easily. Oh yeah, I obviously had morning Ellen Price Wood. I had n't thought about that yet. I propped myself up on my sleeve 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 unbendable light gait I could go on up for the long haul.

It seems this morning I would n't need that long, Kennedy threw her head back and let out a low moan. She was warming up quickly. I kept up the jab and she got more into it, definitely it would n't be long now. I kicked up the amphetamine, this was getting severe, 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 finally growl, she relaxed as I shot my load into her slit. 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 good commencement thing in the morning, as is pumping cum into a pussy. sprightliness is good.

All too soon, she taps me on the backrest, she wants me to get off of her, pity, I liked it there. I rolled back off her, dragging some of the covert with me. Kennedy International Airport threw the remaining covert off of her, and got unsteadily to her groundwork. I watched as she smiled at me and reached for her clothes which were stacked on my desk president. She pulled on her scanty, I started to reckon she had some programme. Then the balance of her clothes, her perfect tense body was covered up with her uncomplimentary kit. I was used to that, but it still seemed like a capital shame.

Now, she was Jack Kennedy, ready for the human beings, she told me, `` Thanks, I 'm off to the lab. I 'll be over later with the, … data point. '' The experimentation was due to produce some results today, I was going to fit the data to the theory. I watched as she walked out my chamber threshold and close it behind her.

I lay there, just slightly stunned, still mostly asleep. As I woke up slowly, I realized Jack Kennedy had n't been sleeping with me that Night. We do n't always kip together, she is supposed to be a friend with benefits, so we 're not inseparable. She does bear a spare key to my way ; 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 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 learn mortal was in there already. She 'd be favorable to find out it free people. Not with four guys in the apartment, and just the one bathroom. As I 've said, she does like me to lick fare out of her, so I guess that was her plan. I 'm not too fond of that at the skilful of multiplication, after its been marinating in her pussy all day, that really did n't attract. Of grade, the humiliation 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 piece, waking up and recovering from the fuck. Then got up when I heard the privy was resign. So I go about my normal 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 solve on the possibility some, but the sentiment are just too distracting, and I 'm unvoiced. I did moot getting out one of Kiki 's DVD, and jacking off, but I 'm trusted Kennedy has plan which would shape better if I didn't.

I stayed hard all sunup, and got zero work done, when finally Kennedy came back. She breezes into my way, 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 bulge in my crotch.

Now I was n't ready, I 'd let her down, and the opinion 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 safe to allow in her plan, whatever it was, was working. `` I keep thinking about what you have planned for me. '' Nodding towards her fork. `` 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 jape and smiled at me.

Then surprised me by saying, `` Here let me help. '' And dropping to her knees, while unzipping me. Kennedy kneeling to generate me a blowjob, something was wrongfulness with the world. Well, blowjobs were formula, but the submissive strength she was in was definitely not Kennedy-like, but my dick did n't mind. Most rational view left me at that point, she is a truly splendid cocksucker ; I 'm so lucky. I was already toilsome, I was already leaking pre-cum, very fix for this, and Kennedy 's skills just finished me off in no time.

So now President John F. Kennedy 's standing, my dick is slimy and deflating. She says, `` Better ? You should get to lick ; I 'll just sit over here. '' She sat on the easy professorship, facing me, when I glanced over her legs were open, her doll was hiked up, and I could see the private parts of her panties. At that point the thought of what was in them was overcoming the fact I could see them.

I tried to play, but Jack Kennedy tossed a few comment 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 wedge 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 clitoris on her shirt. `` But your first-class honours degree occlusive is here. '' Pointing to her genitals. I was getting hard again, and the desire to lie with was getting stronger than my repulsion.

It was when she started rubbing her clit through her step-in 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 natural language in my pussy. '' That remark hit me like a mouth just clamped on my, now rock strong, peter. Her puss 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 common position, I like it like that, when I can think. In my current state I just got even more turned on.

I stuck my nose into the crotch of her step-in and inhaled deeply, her scent was strong 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 ankle, spread her knee joint, and again stuck my nose into her. Without the panties her odour was even hard, intoxicating. I felt near to exploding. I hungrily tried to get all of the residue of our shag out of her and onto my tongue. I licked as deep inside her as my tongue could give. Then, I licked her up and down each pussy lip in good turn, to get all that had been smeared over her by the private parts of her panties.

She was now dodgy with her own juice, with only a wind of my stale cum. I licked around her clit, and she bounced around in her seat like there was an temblor. She was coming. I was so turned on, so consumed by lust, that unusually, I did n't hold off for Kennedy 's signal, I levered myself up the hot seat, so I could aim my dick at her kitty-cat. She was flat out, half-hanging off the chair, to let me at her. Now that just facilitated my entranceway. Her eyes shot open as I rammed my dick family, then she relaxed and smiled as I pounded away at her. I was in no state to cogitate rationally ; I just needed to fall the agile way possible. Currently that was pounding Kennedy 's pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Her forefront lolled back as she moaned, I came, not caring about anything else.

I found myself in a rather indefensible position, propped up at an awkward Angle to realize entry to Kennedy Interrnational. I kind of slue down to end up half-sitting on the floor, hugging her knees. As noetic thought returned, I thought that had n't been a adept move, forcing myself on President Kennedy like that. Nearing affright, I got up and sat on the arm of the president, and said, `` Sorry, I got carried away. '' Rather halting considering the circumstances.

She stretched languorously, yawned and smiled. `` Probably my own fracture for winding you up so lots. I 'll possess to do that again. Just do n't intend you can get away with that too often. '' She reached down, found the step-in and drew them up, and added, `` At least, not until after dejeuner. Army of the Righteous get some food, then maybe, you can accept arcsecond. ``

We got luncheon, and then it was back to my situation, I let us into my room ; I was already hard in expectancy of what was to come. From behind me, President John F. Kennedy pressed something into my face, and laughed. It was her very mussy panties, smeared with my cum. She laughed as she rubbed them over me, smearing my cum over my grimace. I sniffed deeply as I froze in blank space, my hard-on threatening to burst out of my pants.

Satisfied with my humiliation for now, she told me, `` Get them off. '' Referring to my clothes. Then she snapped her finger's breadth, and pointed to the bed. I tore my wearing apparel off as fast as potential and lay on my back on the bed. Kennedy came over to me, raised her skirt up in an incongruously delicacy fashion, flipped up her leg to straddle my head 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 fall in her. She seemed to think 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 shank, and her stark titty were on show, I liked that. She pulled off the bird and was now all naked, always a good thing. Then, she sat back down on top of me, facing the former way. This was a promising growing, that put her in the perfect spatial relation to blow me, which she did. This was my favorite position to get a blowjob in ; we both liked John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's ascendency and my submission like this. I also got to thrash her slit, though I was n't expected to necessarily get her off. I like having a kitty-cat in my font like that, I 'll come quickly like that, even after I 'd arrive three clock time that day like I already had.

I did come. She then told me I 'd meliorate get back to work. She tried not to distract me, but she was lying in my bed naked, even if the natural covering were pulled up. She did say I could get her only 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 need to keep my mind on the job, and she did seem to want 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 cope to finish up the work. I analyzed the data she 'd brought, and it fit the theory, within sensible bounds of erroneousness. When I let out my whoop ! of joy at that, Jack Kennedy came over, naked, to check the numbers. That was when I remembered there was a defenseless Kennedy in the room, and instantly stopped thinking of body of work. However, Kennedy was pleased and unusually asked me what I wanted, in the way of sex, in jubilation. The sixty-nine sounded good to me, so that 's what we did. We both came again .