I have every woman's dream job. I am a sports reporter, doing interviews in the locker room after the big games. Now being a woman in my sexual prime and a body I'm not ashamed of, I get plenty of stares while I'm doing my interviews, however, I do enough staring of my own. There is something about a sweaty well-hung man parading around a locker room, showing their bodies. Every time I finish an interview I have to go and change my panties because they are soaked with my own juices.
One day in particular, I was feeling hornier than usual and had to interview the 5 star players of the game from that day. I knew as soon as I finished I would have to go home and pull out my reliable vibrator and work myself to multiple orgasms, thinking of those naked, sweaty, black bodies, with their huge cocks swinging back and forth like a thick vine. I walked into the locker room, wearing my usual uniform of short, tight skirt, black hose and high heels. Only this day under the blazer I wore, I had on a sheer top with a black silk bra underneath it, showing just a hint of my hard nipples. I saw the approving glances as I walked towards the young studs I had to interview. As my glance dropped further down, I noticed I was having an effect in other places also.
As they walked around the locker room, I began asking them the questions I had earlier prepared. Most of them were your typical ones, such as how it felt to be a role model, what kind of exercise regimen they had, and things such as that. As it came close to the end of my interview I started to get a little flirtatious. I had noticed one sexy player staring at my legs the whole time, so I asked him if he ever dated the cheerleaders. He asked me if I was going to put his answer in the paper and I replied only if he wanted me to. He didn't want anyone to know he would only date white women. He then went on to say how much he loved to fuck them, how good he thought his dark skin looked slamming into the creamy white skin.