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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - Candid Interview
I love being a journalist. The people I meet are so cool. Last month, I got to get into the sports department. I volunteered there a few weeks until people bumped into me so many times that they finally noticed me. At that point, they decided to just hire me for that department. I was thrilled. Even though I am female, sports are my thing. I like to watch it, speculate on it, and hell, I love interviewing the jocks in sports. They are so exciting, only I didn’t know how exciting until I met one on one with Brad Shelburg, who had just been brought up to major league baseball. He was such an awesome ball player. In just six games, he had three homeruns and seven RBI’s. He had muscles from head to toe and the most beautiful eyes I had seen in a long time. He was truly amazing and now I got to interview him.
At the end of the interview, we got a little more candid. There was no one but us so it was okay. I had just not ever thought I would be so lucky as to get so personal with such a man. It was totally off the record, of course.
I asked him, “What do you do after a game?”
“I just have to take a few minutes to myself to come back down to Earth. I need to unstress myself. While I’m playing, I get so worked up that I’ve had to find a way to shake it off,” he said, with the goofiest grin on his face. Well, I just couldn’t let that go.
“Off the record,” I said, “how do you do that?”
“Just the few minutes to not think of anything,” he said. He was being so vague that I just had this feeling that something was going on.
“What do you think about or do during those few minutes? Hey, I gotta keep asking. You are just being too fun about the whole thing,” I said.
“You sure are persistent.”
“Yes, sir. I promise never to tell anyone,” I said with a big smile.
“I masturbate,” he said, simply.
The thought raced through my head of what this spectacular man would look like jacking off. Immediately, I felt my clit harden and the soft mound between my legs grow wet. It was the most exciting fantasy I’d ever had.
“I have you speechless. I didn’t disgust you, did I?” He asked, concerned.
“Not a chance,” I said in a soft dreamy tone. “I like the picture of it.”
“Would you like to see?” He asked, grinning again.
“Absolutely.”
“Follow me,” he said.
He took me back to an office. We walked in and shut the door.
I could scarcely breath as I watched him slowly take his clothing off. First, the shirt, button by button. The definition of muscle underneath truly took my breath away.
“Wow! You are so perfect.”
He smiled from ear to ear and I swore his face was blushing red. His hands went to his blue jeans to unsnap the button and unzip them. I can still remember the sound of the zipper and the sight of his flesh as it appeared. He turned away from me, giggling, and I gasped happily seeing his small, tight ass in those blue jeans.
His curved hips swayed as he slid from the dark material. With each inch of skin, I grew more excited. Then he turned back around to face me. His pants lay heaped at his ankles. My eyes drifted from the top of his head to the clothes at his feet.
“Simply gorgeous,” I said.
“Do I get to watch you?”
Since I couldn’t bring myself to speak, I just began my own striptease until my clothes were also on the floor. Brad came over to me and I held out my hand to keep him away from me.
“Oh, no, you don’t. Let me see what you do after the game.”
“All the way?” He asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
Brad backed up against a counter and began by running his fingertips over his hips, thighs, and balls.
I hopped up on the desk and spread my legs wide for him to see. As my fingers played with my clit, I watched his eyes bug out. I just thought I would give as much pleasure to him as he was with me. I loved to play in my wetness as I watched him get closer to orgasm.
His eyes were glued to my glistening pussy. “Oh, Sue, let me taste the juices I hear.”
“Yes, of course. Lick me,” I said.
Brad stopped stroking his cock and came over to me. After he went to his knees, he buried his face between my legs. His tongue was so wet and experienced. He knew just were to lick me to drive me the most wild. “Touch me, too. Please,” I said. His fingers slithered inside me, moving frantically as he expertly drove me to the brink of my desire.
“Taste my cum,” I told him, pushing my sweet nectar tightly against his lips. I shook wildly as my orgasm took over my thoughts and control.
“Please, let me fuck you,” Brad said. His hard shaft slid deeply into me. I moaned in ultimate pleasure.
“Take it deep,” Brad said, grabbing at my hips to shove his cock in me deeper.
I could only oblige him by fucking him as hard and fast as I could. Soon, I shook again in passionate orgasm.
Brad pulled out of my warm, wetness and stroked his cock fast over me. I stared at the firmness and his tight balls.
Then he moaned and the creamy white cum flowed from him all over my pussy before I jumped down and licked the head of his cock to take the last few drops of warm excitement. He seemed to cum more as I let it slide to the back of my throat. I tickled his balls as he watched me drink him.
“You are so perfect,” I said, as we dressed.
“Did I pass the interview?” He asked, grinning.
“Absolutely.”
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