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The following week, I landed in New York, and Mr. Grillo's limo picked me up and took me to a classy hotel. He met me in the lobby. I don't think he was impressed with the way I looked. Of course, he wasn't.

"I reserved a suite for you, Star. Let's go up and look at your portfolio." He was in his fifties, but still as handsome as his photos on the cover of all those fashion magazines.

I know what Professor Wilkinson said on the phone, but the thought that Roberto Grillo, THE Roberto Grillo might want to make love to me had my panties wet. I eagerly joined him in the elevator.

I was in New York a week. It wasn't until the last day that Mr. Grillo looked at my portfolio. Yes, he fucked me; having that strikingly handsome man on top of me was a thrill. I sucked his cock. Looking up at him with his cock in my mouth; I had stars in my eyes.

But, it turns out that Roberto Grillo's favorite way to have sex was cunnilingus. He ate and ate. More than once, he told me, :Star, you have the most delicious pussy. You know I've been with a lot of women; none as tasty as you."

Yes, I did know. I'd seen pictures of him in newspapers and magazines always with the most beautiful women in the world on his arm. He had affairs with these women, and he thought . . .

I reveled in his words. I offered to blow him again; it wasn't he like had to talk me into anything. He offered to eat me again. I joyfully spread my legs. He was ravenous. He was ravenous for my pussy. Me, little Star's pussy. Not the most beautiful women in the world; mine!!!

When he looked at my portfolio, he was impressed. "You should start you own line; I can help you here in the US, but internationally, we should get Mauro Roselli to help us. What time is it in Milan?"

What Roberto was in America, Mauro Roselli was in Italy. At galas, awards ceremonies, big events, you might hear a commentator say, "she's wearing a Mauro."

Roberto called Mauro, and the next day I was on a flight to Milan. And the day after that, I wasn't wearing a Mauro; Mauro Roselli's tongue was wearing my pussy.

Mr. Grillo told him all about me. ALL ABOUT ME. He told him about my work; he told him I was a good fuck; he told him I knew how to suck cock; "and Mauro, you will never taste a finer pussy."

Sixty-three-year-old Mauro Roselli wouldn't quit my pussy. "Star, at my age, I don't get a lot of twenty-year-old pussy; I don't get a lot of pussy period, but it might have been thirty or forty years ago that I tasted a pussy that even came close to your sweetness. Are you ready for me to do you again?"

The other thing was that Mauro Roselli knew how to eat pussy better than Professor Wilkinson and Roberto Grillo. I was in heaven. When I reciprocated, I found out why. As you know, I didn't have much experience with cocks, but he had to have the smallest one on an adult male. "Star, you can see why I've become skilled at pussy eating; I don't have much else to offer women. I've known that since I was a teenager. Let me eat you some more."

As it turned out, Roberto and Mauro knew every major designer in the world. They passed me around and I was willing. It didn't take long for me to figure out what all those men wanted.

It wasn't that I was a good fuck, which I was; it wasn't that I willingly blew them, which I did. Those men found my pussy irresistible. In no uncertain terms they told me that my pussy tasted better than anything they'd ever tasted.

Whether it was Milan, New York, Paris, Barcelona, Melbourne, Bejing, Tokyo, wherever, when I left my host would beg me to come back soon. "Star, I can't wait to taste you again. My cock will be hard thinking of your incredible pussy."

I may have been young and naïve, but not stupid. I used that to build my business.

Roberto Gilllo, in the US, and Mauro Roselli in Europe whispered in the ear of big retailers who might have been reluctant to take on the line of a new, young, designer, about what I had. I had the tastiest pussy.

I'd arrange a business meeting with them, and invariably, the meeting ended up in a hotel room with me on my back, my legs spread and the CEO in question on his knees licking my juicy pussy. Sometimes, it took more than one such meeting for the president of a company with stores in over five hundred malls to come around.

Of course, there was fucking and cocksucking, but mostly they ate. There was, indeed, something special about my pussy. I didn't know what, but men wanted it, and in exchange for certain business concessions, I willingly gave it to them.

"Star, I can see why men found your pussy so fascinating. You taste incredible." I didn't say for your age."

"Are you ready to eat me again?"

I started to get on my knees. "One more little secret, Austin. Even female designers, company presidents and CEOs have found my pussy tantalizing," she laughed, a rarity. "Even straight ones." She pushed my head down.

Later, Star continued her story.

Once, I'd become known world-wide, I became very particular who I let eat me. There are only a handful men across the globe, who have the skill and stamina I demand. Sure, there were others that begged me for it. On the phone, they'd say, "Star come visit me, my mouth is salivating just thinking of your pussy."

Do you have any idea how that makes a woman like me feel? Especially, as I got into my forties. Now, they don't beg anymore, they don't even call. Austin, when you mentioned pussy eating, it had my juices flowing; my panties were wet; soaking in fact. I just had to see if I could seduce you. I couldn't imagine a twenty-year-old boy having any interest in my old pussy, but here we are. Austin, do my clitoris one more time.

TO BE CONTINUED

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