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

One Day In 2335: Nina Watson, Newsreader

... Harry as well. Dark skinned hands appeared around her sides and grabbed her tits. Nina smiled and continued reading. I simply watched her tanned, but comparatively pale, flesh bulge between dark fingers squeezing and contorting her shape. The entire desk began to turn. I had no idea it could do that, but Harry rotated it 180 degrees. Nina twisted her body and looked over her shoulder to keep reading. It was Tom who told her, "Turn around." My wife needed more instruction to get her to lean back on her hands and spread her legs, exposing her pussy directly forward. It was the first I noticed her heels. Somehow that height made her legs look even better. More eyes would likely be centered on her dripping pussy which was swollen in arousal. The deep pink of her inner flesh pouted, begging for more cock. She poised herself, crablike, over Tom and began the next story. Tom took a moment touch my wife and spread her pussy open for the entire world to see. I hoped whatever Nina was saying was not important because no one would care. Tom moved his hand under her so he could give her butt cheeks a friendly grope. Then he grabbed his dick with one hand and held it up. He did not aim for her pussy, preferring instead to take her anally. Nina paused, jaw shaking slightly as Tom pushed up inside her ass. This moment felt most personal to me. It was our little secret. No one else knew that Nina always holds her breath when anything is inserted in her ass. There was a brief grimace, ...

... perhaps she would have preferred more lube, but she would not be upset by Tom’s move. It took a few strokes before Nina focused once more and resumed the story. She was still in the same position, her butt a few inches above Tom when he was flat on the desk. His hips lifted rapidly and plunged deep inside her. I was impressed that his entire length disappeared inside her. My wife was having trouble keeping calm. There were quick bursts of words followed by short breaks, “...donated by the Parra… Foundation to help those in… need of assistance… in evacuating their… planet.” I tried to tune out. The Khorr system has been dying for a hundred thousand years. There is no need for mad panic now. A calm and calculated evacuation would serve better. It was a frustrating distraction from the truly spectacular event of Tom and Harry fucking my wife. To me, it was obvious that my wife was aroused. If the viewers were lucky, she would have an orgasm on air. I set the projection to dual view. The left showed my wife's face. The right had the action taking place between her legs. Pauses coincided with the start of Tom's upward thrusts and a slight quiver in Nina's lower lip. Very likely, Nina was enjoying this as much as her viewers. No additional lubrication had been applied, but Nina was dripping. There were visible streaks hinting at her pleasures. Tom was unrelenting. The sound of their bodies slapping became as loud as Nina's voice. She was turning again. The split views both tracked their ...