Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... Yes! You're making me...making me cum,' Carol cried out. Gasping, pelvis quivering with cascading waves of sexual bliss, she rode Katherine's face, surfed the third climax of the night. Womanhood convulsing she exploded, awash with rich honey. Ryan moved quickly, tongue shoved into the twitching hole, into the juicy flood. Mouth suctioning, she drank the girl cum enthusiastically.

Climax receding in a series of weakening judders, Carol's hands released the blonde. Supported by the wall, she gasped, catching her breath. Looking up was the smiling countenance of her latest lover, beautiful features smeared by syrupy nectar. Lascivious smile on her shining mouth, the Canadian's tongue ran over her plump lips, collecting the remains of the Brit's cum.

'Very tasty,' said the stand-up, pulling the lavender knickers back into place, tugged the mini dress back down. Climbing to her feet she gently touched Carol's face. Kissing passionately, their tongues slid between their mouths, coiling and twisting, sharing the spicy taste of feminine ambrosia.

'That's better. Now you've got a polished clam,' Ryan said with a twinkle. 'You know, I'm glad it's not all for show,' she added, eyeing the brunette's curvy figure. A soft kiss on the mouth and the sultry blonde returned to the hen party, leaving the satisfied Vorderman standing there in the corridor.

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'Oh my god, that sounds so hot!' Ms Dumas exclaimed, wriggling excitedly on the sofa as her guest diddled her. 'I wish ...

... I'd been there to see it all.'

'It did come as something of a surprise, but a very pleasant one,' Carol replied. 'But that wasn't the end of the night,' she added, eyes shining with reminiscence.

'There's more?' Sophie gasped, turning to look at her client.

'Well, I did say it was a lot of fun, didn't I? Want to hear the rest of what happened that night?'

Standing from the sofa, the talent agent shrugged off her short silk robe. 'Let's go to the bedroom.' Hand-in-hand the pair walked to the boudoir, the executive eyeing her client's shapely backside. The award-winning bum sashayed seductively.

So sexy, Ms Dumas thought.

Entering the bedroom, the famed presenter turned, stood by the large bed, eyebrow raised, smirking an open invitation. Taking a moment to admire the view, Sophie's eyes roved over her guest's utterly feminine form; from smiling face framed by glossy hair, twinkling eyes and inviting mouth down to the twin orbs of the full chest, red stretch top doing nothing to hide their supreme shape, nipples stiff and obvious through the clothing and the trim figure widening into womanly hips then down the shapely long legs.

Bosom jiggling from the movement, the television star kicked off her ankle boots. Now closer in height the two women kissed again. Heads turning, their mouths met soft lips on soft lips. Arms wrapping around, caressing, the kiss became a snog, urgent and hungry. Tongues moved, crossed, slithering into opposing mouths, rolling and ...