One Day In 2335: Nina Watson, Newsreader - Sex Stories

One Day In 2335: Nina Watson, Newsreader

... t-shirt. He was dressed like he was headed to the gym. I could not believe this was happening and she still had no idea. Addressing the viewers, the man spoke again, “Hi, I am Tom.” The other picked up without missing a beat, “and I’m Harry. Nina, the public have insisted that we ask you…” In unison, the men emphatically asked the question everyone watching could say with them, “Can you do your fucking job!” It was an unusual format where the guys never had a slot for their own show, but invaded other shows to challenge someone to the task. The bronze tan Nina worked so hard to keep did not hide her blushing one bit. She even tried looking down and hiding behind her long blonde hair. Tom tried to comfort her with a hand on her shoulder. “Nina, all you need to do is focus on your job and carry on as usual. Do that and we will send you on a ten day trip with Star Cruises.” Someone must have given her instructions through her earpiece because my wife looked up at the camera again and continued where she left off. Whatever story it was did not register in my mind. My eyes were glued to Tom’s hands gently pulling Nina’s hair back behind her shoulders and then caressing her breasts on live broadcast. There was a noticeable gasp between words as Nina spoke. Being felt up was clearly a distraction. Whether obvious to all viewers or not, I knew she was getting aroused by his touch. She was still reporting while being groped, “overcrowding on shuttle transports to the MOOOON…” My ...

... wife inadvertently shouted the word moon when Tom ripped her top open, sending buttons across the studio. For some reason, my mind was curious to know how many men were cheering throughout the city for finally having the privilege of seeing my wife’s tits popping into view. She preferred to wear tops with built-in support to a separate bra. This meant that everyone could see her bright pink nipples which the holoprojection showed to be erect. She continued to read the news while Tom said, “Oh, yeah, those are nice,” and grabbed her tits again. While Tom continued to fondle, Harry knelt beside my wife. Harry placed a hand on her hip and slid forward to her knee. Then he pulled her knee off her other leg, uncrossing her legs. Using both hands, he spread her legs and the holoview zoomed in. My wife’s knees were several times larger than life. Her face was no longer in view but would have been through the ceiling if the view was complete. Lighting increased, brightening the space between her thighs. My wife often wore lace unders and the black lace let me, and everyone else, see that she had no hair on her pussy. As if that was not enough, the creamy complexion of her thighs was invaded by a dark hand of Harry, reaching up. He pulled her unders aside immediately. There was an unobstructed view of my wife’s pussy as two dark fingers worked their way between her lips. The pitch of her voice fluctuated as she refused to stop reading. The view returned to normal. The image of two guys ...