Confession 6 from a News Lady

Peter White's soft romantic guitar serenades me gently, quietly in the background.

I'm in my condo, undressed, except for a black bra, and straddling an oversized mirror on the floor.

Looking down at myself, my hand caresses a leg and slowly glides to my upper thigh. I close my eyes, it's not a mans hand, but a female's soft touch teases me. Feels good, my thigh. It longs for kisses.

Pussy is looking at me. She needs to be toyed with. I whisper to it softly, like a little girl.

Not like a professional news lady. Oh no, not at all....

After all this is my time.

I glance at the clock, I finished my newscast four hours ago, need to be back at the studio in three hours.

Plenty of time......to release my tension.

My free hand unhooks the bra, it falls to the floor.

Squatting all the while. I open up my pussy, like a pink flower in bloom.

Moist....like dew.

I tease it, admire it in the mirror. I draw back the hood, Mmmm my nub is hard.....aroused.

My other hand cups a breast. Fingers a nipple.

Moaning, gently moaning. Hips start to gyrate. Looking down at my pink. My fingers spread open the petals of this flower.

I think of cock, a mysterious cock. Probably a viewers cock.

Oooooo......'news lady so bad' I say in a girlie voice.

Moaning......thinking if only my viewers really knew what their nicely suited, neighborly friendly anchor does when she is all alone....in the mood.

THAT turns me on.

Pussy glistens, as I tweak a nipple. Hips rocking back and forth, just straddling over a mirror.

It's my private television.

'Such a nasty news lady' One cock is NOT enough.

I feel a cum building....thinking of several cocks surrounding me.

Men jerking on them. Saying my name. Some kneel and caress my face, neck, breasts, legs, my ass, my entire body.

Their hands move faster over their hardened cocks. I watch them. Waiting for their explosions.

Two of my fingers glide inside...mmmmmm...yeahhhh...so warm and slippery it is.

Humping my fingers...the 'O' is really building now.

I fire another finger deep inside my open hole. Sliding,see them glistening, thumbing the clit.

Peter White's smooth guitar is building to a sweeping crescendo.

Surrounded by those lovely cocks, they squirt....one after another......the warmth splashes all over my body.

Throwing my head back, moaning deeply grinding down on my fingers, biting softly on my lips.

Ooooo, yesss my head lunges forward, looking down...the mirror is my private camera, and on it, my lovely splashes.