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My Interview With Miley
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
***
As a music reporter and a Rock music fan, I sometimes
get sent to rock concerts to interview Rock stars. But
sometimes a concert and interview don't turn out the way
I expect, like this time. (MF, mast, oral, celeb-parody)
***
Author's Note: Another Miley Cyrus story, my ninth I
believe, this one set at a fictional concert. I was
inspired when I accidentally found this Miley photo last
night: http://goo.gl/j94szU - I hope you enjoy this ~ G
***
Somewhere in Europe, Summer of 2011
I'm a writer for a music magazine in -------- in Europe.
Rock music is actually my thing, especially American
Rock groups. I love the American show THAT METAL SHOW
very much.
I write articles for the magazine, and I do a lot of
interviews as well, even for some articles I don't
write.
As I said, Rock music is my thing, but since I'm the
best interviewer the magazine had I was sent to
interview Miley Cyrus.
I'd seen articles and interviews on Miss Cyrus in
several other magazines as well as articles by female
writers of my magazine, but this would be our first
exclusive interview.
She was cute and all, with that long, wavy brown hair,
sparkling eyes, brilliant smile, though she was a bit
skinny for me. She didn't have the charisma of the Rock
goddesses. Even fifty plus Lita Ford had tons more
charisma and attitude.
Anyhow, the magazine gave me specific questions to ask
Miss Cyrus and encouraged me to intersperse my own. I
wouldn't have to critique the actual concert [Thank the
Rock gods] but gauge the audience response to the
concert. Easy enough.
Miss Cyrus was scheduled for two shows. She had an hour
between shows and that was when I would get to interview
her.
I had a spot in the front row to watch the concert. The
first thing I noticed was Miss Cyrus' new hairdo. She
had cut it short and shaved the sides. Not my thing but
it was all right. Miss Cyrus changed costumes several
times, being offstage maybe five minutes at a time.
She didn't have a bad voice. In fact, Miss Cyrus sang
very well. Kind of hypnotic like a siren.
During the concert the costumes Miss Cyrus changed into
grew smaller and more scandalous.
The audience ate it all up. Not just the body baring but
her singing and performing. I had to admit she was
pretty good.
Two things stood out to me during the concert: One, she
smoked a lot. Between songs when she didn't go offstage
she broke out a cigarette and smoked. The audience
didn't seem to mind waiting. It was as if it were part
of the show.
The second thing that stood out for me was Miss Cyrus'
final costume. She wore a shiny white leotard that
covered her upper body and C-cup breasts. But when it
reached her hips it cut deep down to her crotch which
she spread a lot.
The sides of her apparently shaved pussy were very
visible. I had to admit I was getting turned on by the
sight.
Finally the first show ended and I was brought back to
her dressing room for the interview.
She had a large but sparse dressing room. It mainly
consisted of Miss Cyrus' makeup table with a massive
rectangular mirror.
There was a fancy chair in front of the makeup table I
dare not sit in.
The door was closed behind me, leaving Miss Cyrus and I
alone.
She hadn't changed after the show. Her back was to me as
she smoked again. I had a better view now and more half
of Miss Cyrus' ass was on display in her leotard. Not
the best ass I'd seen but definitely far from the worst.
She turned and smiled at me. "Hi, it's nice to meet
you," She said with all sincerity. "And don't call my
Miss Cyrus, feel free to just call me Miley."
"All right, Miley. You can call me Jim."
"Want to sit down, Jim?" Miley offered.
I took the low hard chair and sat down. She stayed
standing, leaning against the makeup table. In fact, she
opened her legs, giving me a great view of her cameltoe
under the nearly diaphanous material.
I tried to remain profession and went through the
questions for her. As Miley smoked, she very candidly
answered all my questions with a friendly demeanor.
"Any more questions?" She asked when I reached the end
of my list.
"Well, what's up with your outfit there with the barely
there crotch?" I found myself asking.
Miley smiled. "No one ever has the balls to ask me about
this. I wear it under all my outfits. Sometimes between
sets I just need to masturbate and they give me easy
access," she explained. "I just pull it to the side, and
'whammo!' there I go!" She giggled.
I had been horny before, the thought of Miley
masturbating made me ten times hornier.
"Wanna see?" Miley asked.
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry.
Miley whipped the thin material to the side and began to
rub her perfectly smooth slit.
Getting my voice back - and my balls - I asked, "Mind if
I join you?"
Without waiting for her reply, I unzipped my pants and
pulled my cock out of my boxers and masturbate with her.
"Mmmm," Miley moaned. "You've got a very nice one..."
Her eyes stayed locked on my soon hard and throbbing
cock as she rubbed her cunt faster, moaning more loudly.
Soon Miley came, arcing her hips outward, gasping and
groaning.
She kept right on masturbating, now strumming her clit
rapidly, making her second orgasm more intense.
I kept a leisurely pace, in no hurry to jizz off myself.
Miley was humping her pussy against her hand now,
moaning and groaning, writhing on the edge of the sturdy
makeup table. When she came a third time she cried out
and nearly fell off the makeup table.
Once she calmed down, Miley and came towards me. She
straddled me and sank her pussy down around my cock. I
moved my hand to oblige her.
"I hope you don't mind," she said meekly, blushing. "I
never get a chance to fuck when I'm out on tour."
"And you never have interviewers whipping out there
cocks either," I teased.
"No," Miley giggled as she began to ride my cock.
"Especially not huge ones like yours, Jim..."
"Thanks," I moaned.
Miley rode my cock faster, hands on my shoulders now.
Her pussy was so, so very tight and kept spasming around
my cock. Miley came more easily as she fucked me as I
smacked her ass often. She seemed to love that.
Miley's hard fucking was too much. I hardly lasted
fifteen minutes before I pumped my thick load of jizz
deep up Miley's hot, wet pussy.
"Mmmm! That was great!" She gushed, climbing off of me.
She knelt down and licked my cock clean, noticing it was
still half hard.
"I hope you'll stay for the second show," Miley said
coyly. "I can meet you back here and we can sneak off to
your place..." She winked.
I smiled. "Oh, I'll definitely hang around!"
Miley squealed. "Thank you! I need to go take a shower
before the next show."
As she scurried off I tucked my cock back in, looking
forward to a night with a celebrity...
THE END
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