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Barbarian in a Barbie Doll Reporter



My time overseas was a blur of 10 years. I would deploy for 6, 8, 10 months. Come back stateside for a couple of weeks or a few months then head back and do it all over again. I was an orphan with no real roots so I would couch hop and visit friends while stateside or enjoy luxurious hotels until I was ready for my next contract. After the initial stay at this hotel and my night inside a college cheerleader I decided this hotel would be my go to for a hotel stays when I initially get stateside. Call it superstition, or a ritual but thats what I did. I knew the odds of lightening striking twice were slim but you never know.

When I checked in I walked past the bar. It's the bartender from the night of the pep rally and she waved. Luck was possibly on my side because a trophy blonde was sitting where I usually sat and when the bartender waved she looked my way. I was making sure to subtly show off my arms and fitness by carrying my big duffel bag and pelican case.

I usually shower first but I wanted to bee line to the bar. I saw the small swarm of businessmen eyeing the blonde, working up the courage to go in for the kill. I wanted to get down there before she is spoken for.

I get to the bar and pull up the empty stool next to the blonde, "Mind if I sit here?" I can tell she has been crying, is a couple of drinks into the night and barely looks up as she welcomes my company. Even through her depressed, emotional state, I can tell she is more beautiful than I initially thought. She is practically a Barbie doll.

I greet the bartender and order my usual. The conversation with the bartender about how I've been and asking if I've earned anymore cool scars gets the blondes attention. I can already see the gears in the Barbie dolls eyes turning. We make small talk about me and I turn it to her.

I find out she is a sports reporter for a major network. "I knew I recognized you. You are prettier in real life. Well, when you aren't crying in your beer."

She giggles and says thank you. She also corrects me, "It's vodka. Not beer."

She then proceeds to tell me how she had promised her producer and the network a huge interview with one of the athletes or coaches in town. Honestly, I wasn't listening, I was just looking for a way to get in this phillies love canal. Anyway, the interview plans shit the bed, her career is on the rocks and she is afraid she will be banned to hosting dog shows forever.

I have successfully kept her talking and helped her lose track of how much vodka and soda she has consumed. We talk so much that the bar is closing. If I didn't know any better I would say the bartender is an accomplice since this might very well be the second time she has helped me get laid.

My companion, Kristine, tells me that she appreciates the company and is ready to call it a night. As she steps off the bar stool she tries to stand up but rolls her ankle in her high heels. I offer my arm for stability, and place it around her waist. She grabs my bicep and tells me thank you. I offer to walk her to her room and she says ok.

We arrive to her room and she says thank you again. She gives me a kiss on the cheek. I let go of her and she staggers, then struggles with her key. This is my chance to not say goodnight yet. I help her through the door and sit her down on the bed. I offer to get her a glass of water.

When I get back from the bathroom with her water she is sitting on the bed, leaning back on her hands.

"Here you go."

"Thank you..." She reaches for it and starts sipping it. She tells me she has NEVER had anyone in her room before while working. She is so career oriented and focused she never lets her guard down. "Fuck it..." she says looking back on how her career might be a wash. She then proclaims that she needs to pee. She stands up, and walks to the bathroom. I admire her perfect body. I'm sitting on the bed by this point, contemplating my next move. So, like any other guy, I turn on the TV. But I had more in mind than channel hoping. I'm lucky and find just what I was hoping for.

She comes out, "It's been a long night and I should probably get some sleep. Thank you for being such a gentleman." She is standing in front of me, back turned to me, distracted by the sight of the imagine on TV. The channel is "Blondes filled by Cavemen". It's blondes getting brutally fucked by guys that make 6'3" 250 LBS me look small. She is wearing a one piece dress skirt combo. Sharp blue, hugging her C cup tits, hugging her athletic ass, and comes to rest above her knee. I grab her hips and squeeze strongly. "Really, you should go now." As if to remind herself she was kicking me out.

I ignore her and pull her back to me and sit her on my lap. My cock has started straining in my cargo pants ever since I admired her walking away so when I sit her down I am certain she can feel the soda can I'm hiding. She tries to stand up but I hold her in place. The inadvertent struggle on her part is making me harder. I find the skin of her shoulder and neck with my mouth and start kissing it.

Her breathing is getting more labored. "Really, you should go." I wrap an arm around her waist and grind her down onto my cock, I've noticed she isnt struggling to stand up anymore. She is memorized by the image on TV. Her hips are rocking now. Not in a manner to get up, but in a matter to get each other off. I slowly start tracing my fingers up her thigh. Each inch I get higher her hips rock a little more, her breath gets more strained, and she opens her legs more. I reach her designer panties.

It startles her, "You should go."

I keep nibbling her neck and ear lobe. "Let's just see how this scene finishes."

She nods as if hypnotized, "Ok."

She keeps watching as I trace her lips through her panties. I slip them aside and then slip a finger in her. I start the "come hither" motion. She is panting now. Just when she reaches the point of no return the scene on TV ends with the blonde taking a huge load from the dude on the screen. Then a commercial comes on telling us its a couple of minutes until the next show. She shudders and snaps back to reality.

"Oh God... You need to go..." Before I realize what is happening she is standing up and reaching for her glass of water.

I reach for her, standing behind her I grab her around the waist, and relaunch the assault on her clit and G spot. With my free hand I am freeing my cock and dropping my trousers. My naked cock with pre-cum dripping from the tip is now jabbing Kristine in the small of her back. The next movie starts and it's a blonde on her knees sucking a cock the size of a midgets forearm. About this time Kristine shudders and I realize she just came.

I am kissing her neck and hiss in her ear, "It's my turn." I spin her around and on unsteady feet I hold her shoulders, guiding her to the ground. She is on her knees, looking up at me, almost asking for permission. She kisses the tip, then slowly takes me in her mouth. She starts working the tip with her tongue and stroking the shaft. I am gripping the back of her head and soon I am skull fucking her as she deep throats me. I feel my balls are about to burst so I jam my cock as deep into her throat as I can and start drowning her in my first wave of seed.

When I am confident she has swallowed the last drop I plop out of her mouth and she slumps on the floor, wiping the corner of her mouth. I tell her to take her tits out and she obeys my I command. She reaches behind her back, unzips her top and reveals a glorious set of tits under a designer bra, that I would later find out matches her panties. My cock is hard again and I bring her chest close to my groin. I take the wet head of my cock and dip it into her cleavage. She lowers a bra strap and I run my cock head over her tit. The same tits so many sports fans stare at and admire during reports are now being used in so many ways.

I grab her by her hair, "Stand up." She obeys and glances at the TV. The blonde is getting jack hammered missionary style. Life is about to imitate art. I push Kristine onto her back, her skirt rides up and I can see her designer panties. I climb between her legs, move her panties to the side.

Just as I enter her she pleads "Put on a condom, I don't know you that well." I respond by bottoming out inside her. My finger fucking as got her good and ready. After a couple of thrusts she is taking my cock like the pro on TV. I grab, squeeze and pinch her tits and use them as handles to steady myself as I jack hammer her off my cock. Her head is leaning back and she is trying to wrap her legs around me. Her hips are rising to meet my thrusts and she screams again.

I'm ready to unload my baby batter into this sports celebrity. She must sense my balls tightening and tells me to pull out. I only respond in grunts as my cock throbs inside of her. Only when I am thoroughly spent do I climb off her. She is half dazed but thoroughly fucked. I see her expensive panties soaking up my cum. Her pussy looks used.

I quietly dress and leave. No words, no kiss. Nothing. I never read about her getting knocked up so maybe she was on the pill or who knows what. But I did my part to try at least.

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