I was enjoying the sauna my sweet fuck, Henry, had installed in my apartment, when the FedX guy knocked at my apartment. I opened the door holding on to a small towel around my middle, my ass exposed, and my nipples barely covered. Poor fella could not help but stare, and barely whispered when he asked for my signature. So I dropped the towel on the floor, to take the little electronic pen and compact screen he offered.
He gasped and drooled, and I smiled for him.
In the envelope I found a hand-written invitation to interview with Women Who Fuck Men For Fun and Profit. I asked the FedX guy to wait a minute while I wrote "Declined, thank you!" on the RSVP because, well, I was too busy having fun at home fucking all the men in my life.
A few weeks later, after Christmas, the editor of the magazine took the time to personally call and ask if he, and not a reporter, might be allowed to interview me in my home where I would be most comfortable. He said I could even relax and fuck men during the interview, if I wanted.
Talk about knowing where this hot woman wants to be petted!
So I replied in my breathless fashion, "Oh, Yes! Of course!" I would be so happy to talk with you in my home! Oh! And bring a photographer, too! I'm certain you will want photos! Lots and lots of photos!"
I knew Henry would enjoy being a part of the interview -- not to participate, but to watch me answer questions. He was so excited for me!
I dressed carefully before they arrived. I wore an open-tittie bra, as I normally do, so my big nipples could be on ready display, and an extremely low-cut and sheer white blouse, tucked into velvet micro mini skirt. I also wore my custom, monogrammed crotchless panties, and gartered hose on my legs and feet, tucked into a pair of Jimmy Choo heels.
Precisely as promised, at 9:00 a.m. my doorbell rang, and I met the editor, Karl, at the door. When he extended his hand, I held it, and pulled him forward to kiss his mouth, and place his hand on my ass cheeks.
It was so cute! He actually blushed!
Then the photographer, Bill, introduced himself, but his arms were full, so I just kissed both of his cheeks, then his mouth. I invited both of them in and showed the photographer where he could set up. I led Bill to the recliner, and he turned on his dictaphone for the interview.
I stretched out leisurely on my tummy on my long sofa so that my velvet skirt rose up over the cheeks of my lovely alabaster ass. I leaned forward, and up on my elbows so that my luscious titties were almost completely exposed.
Karl cleared his throat and spoke, while Bill set up his video and still-shots camera.
"This is the Girlie Girl interview in her home, January 3, 2014.
"Tell my readers, Girlie Girl, how you know so much about sucking cock? And can you describe what takes place while you suck cock, that makes your delivery so phenomenal and craved by so many men...everywhere!"
"Well, a few years ago when I was out of a job, and not really sure what next step to take, a good friend sat me down and asked what I really love to do, and what do I do best? That was easy to answer. I love to suck cock and fuck -- and not necessarily in that order! He held my hands and looked me straight in my eyes and told me,'Girlie Girl, if you do what you love, and you do it with great passion, you never, ever have to work to earn money. The money will come to you as long as you do what you love.' Of course, I understood that this includes bringing utter joy into the lives of as many people as possible.
"The same principle works for those who love sucking great clit, and tongue-fucking, too -- especially clit like mine! The rewards are immeasurable for the giver as well as for the receiver."
I turned from my tummy to my back, and rested my head on the arm of the sofa. Then I bent my knees up, and spread my legs. I continued talking, but pulled my panties to the side to expose my Precious cunt for the Bill and Karl. I spread my lips open, and fingered my clit while I spoke. Karl dropped to his knees in front of me and lapped at my juices while Bill ran a video.
"Wow, Girlie Girl!" Karl gasped. "I lost my head! I could not resist! Forgive my impertinent behavior!" He dabbed at his mouth with a handkerchief, then at my cunt, to savor and enjoy the aromas at another time.
I crooked my finger at the cameraman, and he, too, dove in...his tongue going deep into my cunt, and his lips alternately kissing and sucking my clit. He stood up with a really huge boner poking through his slacks. I knew I would get to taste that before he left!
I sat up slowly, near the edge of the sofa, unbuttoned the top button of my low-cut, sheer blouse, to expose my big nipples. I swirled my big nipples with my finger tips.
Karl cleared his throat again, and struggled to be professional. It was amusing to watch the beads of sweat line up across his brow. I knew I would have his cock in my cunt and in my mouth in short order and love every minute of it!
"Girlie Girl. Please describe your cock-sucking technique. We truly want to know."
I kept my eyes focused on Karl, occasionally glancing up and smiling for Bill while he shot photos whenever he crooked his finger at me, and I said, "Well, when I suck cock, usually the man is lying on his back.. I've placed a stout pillow under your neck so he can watch everything I do.
"I move his arms above his head so he cannot touch me, then spread his legs open, and place a very warm and wet wrung-out wash cloth in his ass crack to make sure he is clean. I use another warm wash cloth to wipe his scrotum and his cock. I do this ever so slowly, my big, luscious titties exposed and dragging across his belly ... his chest... and his lips.
