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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... undulating. Throaty moans and fondling movements as the women continued to snog, bodies pressed tightly, one naked, one clothed.

Mouths parting, the kiss broke. Grabbing the hem of her guest's stretch top, the executive raised the garment, revealing the toned flesh of a well maintained torso. Lifting higher and two voluptuous breasts unencumbered by a bra appeared, dark nipples tense with arousal. A little help and she pulled the top off, discarding it on the bedroom floor to leave Carol topless.

Unwilling to deny herself the mousy lady cupped the twin bust, warm, smooth and heavy. With a moan she pressed her mouth against the first, sucking the tit, mouthing it until her closing lips latched around the stiff pap. Over and over she repeated the action, feasting, nursing. Teeth protected by lips she nipped the hard teat, was rewarded by a deep groan of satisfaction from the celebrity presenter holding her by the hips, fingertips lightly caressing her pert arse. Moving to the second perfect breast Sophie fed herself once more.

Letting the nipple from her mouth Dumas gave her guest another kiss, soft and gentle. But she wanted more. Falling to her knees she knelt on the plush carpet, face level with Ms Vorderman's crotch. Through the tight black jeggings she couldn't mistake the sight of a deep camel toe, the cloth drawn in by an excited quim, a noticeable wet spot staining them.

Thumbs tucking under the faux jeans, they were pushed down long legs with an alluring ...

... rasp. In such close proximity Sophie could smell her client's arousal as the vagina was set free. Eyes glued to the smoothly waxed clam, she finished removing the jeggings, Carol kicking them aside. Peering at the naked crotch she envisioned what it must have looked like to see a black cock there, filling that thigh gap, thrusting through it. Then she imagined seeing Katherine Ryan in her place, licking the honey pot.

Well, Katherine is represented by SF Talent, the agent thought.Perhaps I can arrange a meeting with her. Maybe the three of us could get together some time.

Standing over her host, Carol could see the glazed look as the younger woman stared into her crotch, could guess what she was thinking.That could be a fun lessie threesome.

From her kneeling position, Sophie looked up. 'Tell me the rest. Please.'

Climbing onto the large bed the two women lay down. Lightly touching, their hands caressed each other. Fingers gliding over supple flesh, thighs, buttocks, following the contours of their bodies, moved to breasts, tracing their feminine shapes, tweaking nipples playfully.

It always made Ms Vorderman feel special, feel sexy and desirable when her current lover, whoever that maybe at the time, appreciated her body, touching it, caressing it, looking and tasting. It was a body she had spent considerable time and money to gain, something she adored showing off to her 'special friends'.

Lying on her side, head propped in her hand, Carol raised a knee, ...