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From: "Gyarados Pokemon" <gyarados@scottss.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Martina Hingis - The Interviewer (MF, celeb, cons, oral, anal)
Date: Mon,  6 Aug 2001 04:10:04 -0400
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Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction, any similarity between
this and any real events are cooencidental.  This story contains
explicit sexual material. If you are easilly offended or are
underage or such material is illegal in your area stop reading
now, Otherwise enjoy.

Martina Hingis - The Interviewer (MF, celeb, cons, oral, anal)

by Gyarados

     It was a few weeks after my Visit to Yale that I got my next
assignment.  I was going out to the US Open and interview Martina
Hingis.  It was during one of the earlier rounds.  I chose this
time so this interview could be less rushed and hectic.  Instead
of a short, rapid fire series of questions shouted over other
reporters I wanted to sit down with the beautiful and talented
tennis player.  I always want to have the best interviews
possible. To get an Idea of what the people are really like, not
just get their impressions of their last game, or movie, or
whatnot.  The other style of reporting is just not for me.
     I got to the stadium in time to see Hingis's second round
match.  She won it easily and after a brief time to let her
change and cool down I went to her lockerroom.  The lockerroom
was small from the perspective of other lockerrooms I'd been it
but, this one was meant only for one person.  As such it was more
than spacious.  I looked at Martina, she still hadn't changed and
was in her white tennis outfit, including her very short skirt. 
Skirts such as these are the main reason I like women's tennis. 
Martina had long supple legs which were tanned beautifully.  Her
body was damp with sweat and clung to her lithe and athletic
body.  The hair on her head was damp and had been slicked back
out of her face.  Dampness made her hair look much darker than
it's normal medium brown.  Her chest heaved pushing her bussoms
out as she tried to catch her breath from her exertion.
     "Hi, Ms Hingis. I'm Brian Davidson from 'Star Review'
Magazine.  I believe you spoke to my editor on the phone."
     "Of course, I've been expecting you."
     "I saw your match, you looked amazing out there."
     "Oh?"
     "Your game I meant, " I started to blush slightly realizing
that perhaps I had been hitting on her.  Well, why not? She was
beautiful, and I'm only human.  Perhaps a little flirting was
justified.
     "I know what you meant.  I just wanted to tease you
slightly," She smiled broadly showing her pearly white teeth. 
     I sat down on the bench and Martina turned towards me
putting her left foot on the bench.  I looked over at her. I
tried to force myself not to but my eyes drifted over her legs
and her skirt.  With the way she was sitting her white cotton
covered panties.  I was almost drooling as I tried not to stair
at this lovely and totally unexpected sight before me. 
Throughout the interview Martina at there with her panties
exposed to me. She moved her legs back and forth letting my view
of her panties almost disappear at times, then at others letting
me see her entire crotch. 
     I couldn't wait for the interview to be over. If Martina was
just teasing me or unaware of how what she was doing was turning
me on I'd have to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and relive
some pressure. However, if she was doing this to turn my head,
she had my undivided attention.  Soon after I finished the
interview Martina got up and moved closer to me. I could feel her
breath as she moved in closer.  Her lips met my cheek.  She
kissed me and as she did I felt her breasts rub against my arms.
My cock almost exploded in my pants right there.  I had my
answer.
     "Martina....." I said in a hushed voice as I turned to her.
In response to my desire unmentioned in my voice but evident in
my eyes, She kissed my lips.  I could taste her sweat as we
kissed.  It was salty and not wholly unpleasant.  I pulled the
tennis star to me kissing her passionately, wrapping my tongue
around hers. As we kissed Martina eased down until she was laying
on her back on the bench with me on top of her.  Our hands met at
her waist as we both lifted her top off her.
     Martina had one of those front-clasp bras, I slowly ran my
tongue down from her lips to her bussom.  My tongue flicked at
the clasp until it came undone.  With that her bra feel to either
side of her body revealing her  Breasts.  They may have been
average in size but, in shape and character they were exquisite.
Her nipples were brown contrasting deeply with the milky white
flesh of her breasts.  Around her breasts were distinct
bikini-style tan lines.  Both my hands found her breasts and I
started to squeeze them.  She arched her back and moaned in
pleasure.  My hands drifted down over Martina's flat tummy as my
head moved closer to her breasts.  I took her right nipple into
my mouth.  My hands slid under her skirt.  She gasped sharply as
my hands touched her crotch.  Martina's crotch had looked damp
from sweat before but now the moisture of her arousal was
unmistakable.  Her panties were soaked through as I touched them.
  My hand found her clit sticking up though her ! drenched
panties and I started to rub the seat of her pleasure.  Martina
started to unbutton my shirt as I slipped my hand around the
sides of her panties.  She let out a howl of pleasure as my
finger sank into her soaking wet snatch.  I slid down her body
until I was between her legs.  This was all I could take.  I just
had to taste her.  I yanked on her panties and with one tug they
were down to her knees.  Martina started to take her skirt off
but a look from me stopped her.  Her panties hit the floor and I
looked at her snatch.   It was completely bald, the kind of look
that must be shaven once a day.  My tongue dove into her.  She
was tart and tangy with just a hint of mushy odor.  Martina and I
were both in heaven as I explored every recess of her pussy.  She
was screaming again as my nose rubbed against her clit.  I felt
and tasted her orgasm hit her and when it did her whole body
shook.
     I couldn't take it anymore, I stood before her and slowly
dropped my pants.  My nine incher sprang forth and Martina drool
looking at it.  I positioned myself between her legs and slammed
my cock home.  Martina jumped and screamed in pleasure and pain.
I started riding her like crazy and soon all that was left was
her pleasure.  She started cumming over and over.  Her pussy
muscles were spasming like crazy as wave after wave of orgasms
ripped through her body.  I was getting close to cumming myself
but wanted to show her something more.   I pulled out to her
whimpering.  As I pulled her legs up to give me easier access to
her anus Martina suddenly looked shocked.  "It's OK Martina, I'll
only hurt a little and it will be worth it. Trust me," I said to
her smiling warmly and openly.  Martina nodded, too far driven
with lust to speak.  I slid my cock into her asshole.  with the
amount of resistance she gave me, she must have been an anal
virgin.  My cock slid deeply into he! r anus.  Slowly I started
thrusting into her ass.  As she limbered up I picked up speed
until I was slamming into her ass as I had been with her pussy. 
Her ass clenched tight and I shot my load deep inside her anus. 
I pulled out slowly letting my cum drip all over her crotch.  She
moaned once again when some of my semen hit her clit. 
     Martina giggled, "Looks like we could both use a shower."
     "Looks that way."
     Martina and I headed into the small shower attached to the
lockerroom.  She finally slipped off that little tennis skirt of
hers.  Martina turned on the water and we soaped eachother up. 
As Martina washed my cock I felt the fire return to my loins.  As
soon as I though Martina had cleaned my cock sufficiently from
her anus I started rubbing my throbbing member against her.  She
grinned back at me lewdly.
     In the shower I stood behind Martina,  She put her leg into
my arm giving me access to her lovely slice.  I eased my cock
back into her pussy.  Martina thrusted her hips back against me.
We quickly feel into a mutual rhythm.  I lasted much longer the
second time.  Both Martina and I were gripped by a mammoth orgasm
at about the same time sending us both to our knees.  WE slowly
got back up and turned the shower off.  Drying each other slowly
we kissed and caressed each other.  Soon I had to leave.
     Before I could though Martina had something to tell me. 
"Brian, I don't want you to think I do this with everyone. 
Something about you seemed special, like I could really trust
you.  That same thing turned me on.   Thank you."




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