Cherry Star, a professional stripper rarely let men backstage for her special interactive performances but this customer was different. He was a talent scout for the job of her dreams, employment on the porn hub. "Mr. Drake, would you like to sit down?" Cherry purred, "If I must" he replied. She slipped behind her curtain to remove the night's pay from her thong and bra and slipped on her interview outfit, a lacy bra in her signature cherry red, a matching thong and her highest heels. "Sweetie would you mind putting on some music?" She asked "The disc next to your chair will do just fine." A slow paced melody began sweeping its way through her dressing room when the music climaxed she came out from behind the curtain.
Drake's penis shot straight up, Cherry strode slowly towards him swaying her hips in time to the music, his swollen cock throbbed with desire. She sat on his lap facing him, her large breasts dangling in front of his face, she moved rhythmically on his lap back and forth, back and forth. He groaned in anticipation for the things he knew were in his future. She slid off of his lap and went down to his crotch. Skillfully she undid the zipper and slipped off his underwear, his engorged cock sprang out of its confinement. "Well I can tell someone is excited to see me!" Cherry exclaimed. Cherry's tongue slithered over below and around his member; she opened her bright red lips and licked at his tip, then engulfed his throbbing manhood in her mouth. He moaned in response to the head he was receiving. "So you like that do you?" she asked "Well then let's see how you like this."
He got down from the armchair he was sitting in and followed Cherry to the bed. There he got to work ripping off her bra to reveal her perfect tits. He reveled in their creamy white glory, then noticing the small erect rosebuds that were quivering in the middle of her breasts he began his part of the interview.
Her body shook from a man she barely knew thrusting his face into her tits, he inhaled deeply taking in the smell of Chanel No. 5. "Fuck! how did she know that's the best perfume for a sex interview?" He asked himself. Mentally adding points to her score for it, He looked up from her glorious breasts and lightly sucked on her neck moving up ever so slowly, and then she decided to take control. she lifted his chin with soft pale fingers and kissed him passionately her tongue begging for entrance he allowed her probing tongue into his mouth. It was one of the most exhilarating kisses he had ever experienced her adventurous tongue battling his and exploring every bit of his mouth. She pushed him off of her and got off the bed, sashed to the dresser and procured a huge assortment of toys. Everything one could imagine; dildos of all sizes, colors and varieties, condoms also an extensive supply from ribbed to fire and ice she was prepared for anything.
She pulled out an extra-large ribbed condom and sashed back to bed. He sat up waiting for her to place the condom on him and she did bit in a way that he had never experienced before; she took his dick in her hand and massaged his balls gently hitting all the right places then she quickly slid the condom over his penis without him noticing. Another 30 points was added. She spread her legs wide open and began fingering herself with her right hand and massaging her breasts with her left. Drake sat eyes wide open not wanting to miss any part of this show.