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Nicola: Live & Uncensored (MF oral exhib span humil)
Nicola stood naked in her dressing room admiring herself in the mirror. The 20-year-old Australian beauty had a stunning 38-25-35 body, and in her bare feet stood 5'9". She had a golden all-over tan, a legacy of many a nude sunbathing session. Nicola had the trim, sexy figure of a model- which is precisely what she was. The Aussie stunner had, only months before, arrived in Hollywood from her native Melbourne to start her movie career, and had recently finished work on her second movie Bikini Stewardesses 2.

Now her agent had arranged for Nicola do some publicity work, to help get her some exposure. First stop was here on the late-night talk show, "The Tony Moroni Show". 'Exposure' was the right word for this program, as Nicola had only found out after agreeing to appear. Tony had something of a knack for convincing his gorgeous female guests to shed their clothes, much to the delight of TV audiences. Nicola was in no doubt that she would be baring herself tonight! Which led her to her current dilemma- what do you wear when you're about to strip naked on live TV in front of thousands of cheering men? This is why she was standing around nude, waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring her the outfit she would be wearing (for a while at least) on the show.

Nicola looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror. She had long, chestnut brown hair that d****d across her shoulders, and deep blue eyes. Nicola smiled. She had a charming, toothsome smile that some men said reminded them of model Linda O'Neill, with those full pouty lips and cute little overbite. Nicola leaned forward and cupped her bare breasts, offering them to an imaginary audience. Her smile became a naughty smirk. She tweaked her nipples, causing them to pinken and swell as if in anticipation of their public appearance. Nicola turned to admire her ass in the mirror, and only then did he notice the man standing behind her. She gave a squeak of surprise.

He chuckled. "I see I'm not the only one that likes to check out a gorgeous naked broad."

Nicola smiled sheepishly. Her admirer was a heavy-set man, with an Italian accent that made her think of Tony Soprano. She made no attempt to cover her naked body, even as he continued to cast a lustful eye over her figure. "Um, hi," she said. "I'm Nicola Baron, but my friends call me Knickers." She offered a delicate hand, and he gently shook it. "Yeah, I know. I'm Tony Moroni, this is my show."

Nicola grinned broadly, immediately feeling attracted to this important man. "Mr. Moroni! It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine, toots," he replied with a lick of his lips. "Is that what you're planning on wearing tonight?"

Nicola glanced down her nude body, remembering that she was still in her birthday suit. "Oh no!" she giggled. "I'm just waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring me some clothes."

Nicola lowered her eyes and took a step toward him. Her voice took on a husky quality. "I'm really looking forward to being on your program tonight, Mr. Moroni," she breathed. "I understand it should give a real boost for my career."

"Please, call me Tony. Yeah, I think you can count on getting plenty of exposure tonight. I take it your agent has talked to you about the um, 'content' of the show?" Nicola was now standing so close to him she could feel his hot breath on her tits. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at the stark naked starlet standing before him. Nicola reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders. In return, Tony placed his hands on Nicola's hips. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin sent sparks of pleasure racing through the adorable Aussie. Holding his gaze with her deep blue eyes, Nicola nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm familiar with your 'interview' style. You can count on me to be a good sport. I'm more than willing to join in on the fun."

Tony smiled, no doubt looking forward to the evening ahead.

"So, do you think I'll be a hit tonight?" Nicola asked. He was stroking her now, running his fingers up and down her sides.

"Honey, our ratings are going to go through the roof!" Tony laughed. Then he added, "Yknow, before every show I like to get to know each and every one of my star guests very intimately."

"Oh?" Nicola replied with a teasing smirk. She reached forward and brushed her hand across the bulge in his trousers. "And I was beginning to think I was the only nude starlet whose dressing room you'd slipped into."

"No," Tony replied, "but you're certainly the prettiest."

Nicola blushed and playfully swatted his arm. "Oh Mr. Moroni! I mean Tony. If I had any pants on right now, you'd be charming them off me."

They were playing a game that Nicola had learned to play well in the few months since she arrived in Hollywood. It wasn't just about sex. It was a game of tease and promise, to draw the moment of arousal so that her 'mark'- the producer, director, executive who had something she wanted- was practically begging to fuck her. And it wasn't just them who enjoyed it, the erotic dueling of words got Nicola horny too. Tony's hands had moved up from her sides, and were gently caressing the undersides of her bare boobs, strokes that climbed up the swell of her bosom to the nipple on the summit and back down again in a soothing, regular motion. Nicola shivered in delight. Time for her to make the next move.

"This could be quite a break you're giving me, appearing on the show," Nicola breathed.

"Yep, it could well be," Tony replied.

"I feel so obligated to do something for you in return." Nicola gave him a doe-eyed look. "Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?"

"Well," said Tony, making himself comfortable in the only chair in the room, "you're a smart girl, Knickers. I'm sure you'll figure out what it is I really need done for me- or *to* me." He opened his legs wide, inviting Nicola to slip between them. With a naughty smile, the starlet complied, settling her bare bottom on the floor. She began rubbing his thighs, causing a considerable amount of motion in Tony's crotch, inches from Nicola's face.

"How's this Tony?" she asked.

"Oh that's great, great. But it's still not really enough of a thank-you, is it?"

Nicola slid her hands together to meet at Tony's crotch, and began to directly massage his dick though his trousers. Her delicate fingers gently traced along the monstrous swelling that throbbed beneath the material. Tony gave a moan of pleasure. Nicola was getting pretty turned on herself. The game of seduction had turned into outright foreplay. Time for Nicola to take things in hand and see that Tony gets the fuck he deserves. She pulled down his zip and reached inside. Tony's hot and eager penis leapt into Nicola's cool hand. She hauled it out into the open air. Erect and pulsing, it poked up out of his pants like a flagpole. Tony was panting now, his eyes closed. Nicola gently stroked his cock, coaxing it to perform for her.

"How about now?" Nicola asked innocently. "Good..." Tony replied, reaching down to run his hands through Nicola's silky brown hair. Nicola added, "Is there anything else I can do for you while I'm down here? Anything at all?" She was almost absently mindedly jerking Tony off with slow strokes.

"Well...," Tony was breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure the skilful massage Nicola was administering to his penis. "I understand you're one hell of a cock sucker. I'd love it if you could give little Tony here a good tongue bath."

Nicola smiled at the compliment. She *was* good at this, and was pleased word was getting around Hollywood. "It would be my pleasure," she replied. He was uncircumcised, what Nicola thought of as a 'lipstick dick'. She rolled down the foreskin, exposing the helmet. It glistened enticingly in the light. Nicola's tongue flicked out, and she licked his penis like an ice-cream, her tongue slithering across the smooth, sensitive head. Tony shivered with delight. Her soft hands weren't idle during all of this, and Nicola continued to wank his shaft. Lovingly, she popped Tony's cock into her moist, willing mouth and began to practice her skills on him. Nicola's head was soon bobbing up and down in his lap, as she fucked Tony's cock with her mouth.

Tony relaxed back in the chair. He was in seventh heaven. All his life, all Tony had wanted was for beautiful women to fuck him. When he got his own top-rated talk show on the TNA network, that dream had come true. The power that he had overcame his less than attractive physique, and now gorgeous young starlets like Nicola here were more than willing to use their nubile bodies to pleasure him. He gasped in delight, as her silky mouth and tongue brought his cock to the heights of ecstasy never felt even by him. Nicola was a champion, a blow-job princess without peer. He'd have to get her back on the show again. Maybe a regular guest spot. Her own private dressing room, right next to his, where they could fuck at their leisure right before going on. Tony began to move his broad hips slightly back and forth in the chair in time with Nicola's delicious strokes.