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(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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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