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Subject: {ASSM} Faith Hill - The Interviewer (MF, celeb, cons, cheat) (Gyarados)
Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 22:10:07 -0400
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Faith Hill - The Interviewer (MF, celeb, cons, cheat)
by Gyarados
Note: this story is a little different in that it opens up with a 3rd
person scene then goes into Brian's perspective. please exude this but
it's the way the story works best and is totally intentional.
"Fuck you Tim!" Country singer Faith Hill screamed at her husband Tim
McGraw.
"Now hunny, calm down for a second," Tim replied to her trying to keep
her calm.
"No, you listen here Tim, I don't care anymore. your always starting
this shit with me. Just fuck off. I've got an interview in 30 minutes and
you start this shit with me now?" With that Faith stormed out the door
slamming it in her wake and leaving a stunned Tim standing in their hotel
room with mouth agape.
Faith loved her husband but she was so upset. sometimes she wanted to
leave him but, she never could. he really was a good guy to her most of
the time, he never hit her or anything. Then he'd get into one of his
moods, particularly when he had been drinking and they'd get into one of
these fights. Well tonight she'd show him.
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I had never been a fan of country music but I was kind of looking
forward to my interview with Faith Hill tonight. She was indeed a lovely
woman, I had seen her video for "Breath" in preparation for this interview.
It's the one where she's naked and rolling around in a sheet through the
whole video. her music may not be all that to my liking but I can see how
some people would like it. And I must admit, for an older woman, she was
quite lovely. No that's not quite correct, She's not merely lovely for an
older woman. She'd be simply radiant at any age.
We had set up the interview at a little cafe I frequented. It was near
my apartment and reasonably near where Her and her husband Tim McGraw were
staying in Manhattan. Also, It had good lighting for me to write down the
information for the interview and everyone there knew me and I had my own
table. Sometimes the hardest thing to do in New York was to find a place
to eat and being a regular at any kind of restaurant was a big plus in the
city that never sleeps.
I beat Faith to the Cafe and told the staff to make sure to bring her
over to my table when she got there. I didn't have to wait long. I'm not
sure if it was because of who she was or if it was her looks but when she
entered the cafe, every eye in the place turned towards her. A bit later
the hostess seated Ms Hill at my table.
"Good evening, Faith," I said politely.
Her reply was a polite but distant, "Thanks."
Something was up here, from everything I had heard about her, this was
out of character. She usually was far more friendly. However I had a job
to do. So I got down to business. I wasn't getting much from her, this
wouldn't be one of my better interviews I was afraid. Oh well, they can't
all be gems. When I'd gotten as much as I thought I could, I asked her,
"Of the record, is there something wrong?"
I though I could hear her suppers a sob as she said, "Kind of."
"Care to talk about it, I've been told I have a good ear."
"Not here."
"OK, then where ever you want."
"How about your place?"
I thought for a second, but saw no harm in it. after all she was
married, "All right, I'm not far from here." I led her down the street to
my apartment. I locked the door behind me and turned around. I was
unprepared for what I saw. There she was starting to unbutton her shirt.
"what are you doing?" I asked her not sure what was going on.
"Oh come now, you can figure it out," was her only reply.
I gulped, "But, your married."
"So? does that mean you don't find me attractive?"
"No," I admitted honestly.
She kissed me, and in that kiss any hesitation I previously had
vanished. Her kisses were warm and passionate. My hands helped her finish
the job she had started earlier. I unbuttoned her white shirt and pushed
it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor and soon was forgotten. My
hands traveled up and down her back moving over her bra strap. I hesitated
slightly before unhooking it and sending her bra to join her shirt on the
floor. Faith had my shirt off in no time. We stood there rubbing our
bodies together. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my bare
chest. My hands traveled down over her rear as she moved her hand down my
chest to my crotch. Her touch put me over the edge. She undid my pants
and slid her hand inside them and under my boxers. Slowly she stroked my
member through under my boxers. I slid my hands around to the front of her
white slacks and undid her buttons and slipped her pants and panties down
to join the rest of her clothes on my floor. I picked Faith up into my
arms and carried her to my bed. I laid this sexy, nude country star down
on my bed and stood before her as I removed the last of my clothing. I
could see Faith's mouth water as my cock sprang into her view.
I joined her on the bed with a kiss. She spread her legs for me and I
eased into her. She didn't want any foreplay, I usually like foreplay but
I'm game for anything the lady is. She groaned as I slipped into her wet
snatch. She appeared to be unused to someone of my girth. I slowed my
thrusting until she got accustomed to having a thick nine inches inside her
pussy. before long I was jackhammering away at her tight snatch until she
came over and over again. We laid there after our copulation for a long
while. I dozed off, sometime in the night Faith left because when I woke
up at 9am she was no where to be found. On the nightstand was a simple
note reading, "Thanks."
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