TV Interview

She pulled up to the house, texted him to let him know she was there. He wasn't. He'd run to the store at the end of the street to get a few things, thinking it would be at least another 30 minutes before she arrived.

This would be the second time they'd met.

The first was months before. Then, they'd discussed an arrangement of sorts, a personal assistant position, some travel, her schedule, his needs.

But, she'd fallen shortly after, broken her foot. Rehab and her job and kids kept her occupied.

Finally, they'd arranged a second meeting.

He pulled onto his street and saw her maroon van parked in front of his house. She heard a noise and noticed the garage door opening, looked back and saw his car slowing down, turning, entering the driveway.

He parked in the garage and came down to greet her, opened her door, helped her out of the van.

He apologized for being a bit late and she said she didn't know how quickly she'd make it.

She was pale, with bright red hair and freckles and piercing blue eyes. Nearly as tall as him, with long legs and a beautifully round ass filling out the jeans she wore very nicely.

He was in an untucked button down shirt and khaki pants, a coat on to shield him from the January cold.

He brought her to the door inside the garage, closed the garage, and led her into his house. She'd seen his office, but he showed her again. He put his small bag of groceries away, offered her some water (she accepted) and took her upstairs.

The upstairs was a large, quiet room. Two couches, a TV, a place to relax and to sometimes entertain.

She sat next to him on one of the couches and they talked, picked up the conversation from months before, updated on what had been happening since.

He felt sad, lonely, and, well, he was wildly attracted to her... as the conversation hit a lull, he leaned into her, kissed her soft, strawberry lips.

Her response was quick, hungry, almost desperate. She wanted him, this, all of it.

He kissed back, matching her passion. Their bodies warming up quickly on a cold winter day.

His mouth on her neck, his hands under her fuzzy sweater. Kisses on her stomach, her breasts, sweater pulled over her head, bra unfastened. Her breasts amazed him... perky, perfect, freckled, the pink nipples eager for his hungry touch.

He told her to stand...and she complied...and he smiled as he observed her body, not thin, but fit... her breasts incredible, her thighs and ass... thick, perfect, luscious.

She took off her jeans and he was on the floor, behind her, kissing the small of her back, his hands on her panties, on her soft, moist mound. His lips teasing lace, tasting the flesh of her ass.

He pulled her panties down, turned her to him, her thighs against his head, her pussy dripping into his teasing tongue. Lips caressed her clit and she moaned in delight. He was persistent, driven, dying to taste all of her.

She backed up, sat down... and he moved toward her... kissed her inner thigh, tasted the desire in her flesh.

He was back at her center now and she was losing control... gripping the couch, nearly screaming. He would not stop. She came... hard... all over and he kept on going... and going and going.. Tasting her every essence, pressing her clit with his tongue. Her second orgasm came even harder than the first, and she crashed down on the couch, on his face...legs limp and desire kindled.

They talked a bit, bodies steaming hot. She looked at him and said: "Now it's your turn."

She knelt on the floor, unzipped his khakis, her hands on his underwear, feeling the firmness of his cock through cotton.

She pulled them down, all the way, and then gripped his cock with her warm hand... her lips and tongue teasing his pulsing head.

He just leaned back, just watched... admired her hunger for him... watched his cock grow and throb as she took control.

She heard him grunt, groan... and she slowed, stopped.

She looked him in the eyes and said "I want to fuck you..."

She straddled him, grabbed his hard dick, and eased it into her wet cunt.

He placed his hands on her waist, against the curve of her ass, and felt the sweat already dripping down her body.

He looked up at her, kissed her lips, and lost himself in kissing, licking, sucking her breasts ..

She found a rhythm and took all of him in... let a bit out, then all of him, then began grinding against him, not able to get enough. He fucked her back, held her waist, pulled her down on him. She felt his grip tighten, and he lost everything... his hot cum deep inside her.

He grabbed her body and held her to him, kissed her, panting.

They sat like that for a moment, and then he told her he had to go downstairs, he had a meeting.

He dressed, she fixed his hair. He went down and added a tie to his shirt, put on a suitcoat, and greeted the tv interviewer at his door.

The whole interview lasted about 45 minutes.

He came back upstairs to find her asleep.

He sat on the couch across from her and watched her rest, noticed her breathing.

Thinking of what had just happened... and seeing her there, half-dressed, at peace... he was aroused.

He unzipped his pants and began stroking his stiffening cock.

He walked over to her and rubbed his cock against her cheek, under her chin... thin bits of pre-cum glistening against her pale face.

He grabbed the back of her neck and she woke and smiled... somewhat startled, but pleased by the sight of his thick cock at her lips. He pushed his cock into her mouth and she opened wide to take him in... He held her head, dictated the pace, and watched as his tie bounced against her hair.

He found himself lost in her, eyes closed, and he used both hands to hold her just right... hold her still as he spurted another round of hot semen into her... she let her mouth relax, hug his cock, and they stayed like that for just a bit... as he became less hard, she let him drop out, a bit of cum dripping over her lips.

He was zipping when she looked at her phone, at the time... and told him she had to go.

She told him he looked good in blue, that the tie made him seem kind.

They kissed at the door, and she drove off in her van.

Later that evening, she'd see him on TV, from the interview...and just smile thinking of where his cock had been, of his mouth bringing her immense pleasure, and of how he couldn't resist her just minutes after having taped the show.