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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... foot flat on the bed, crotch opening wide: a silent demand. Happy to acquiesce, the agent slid two fingers into the sticky hole. Using a crooking motion the twin digits teased the responsive textured lining, were surrounded by enticing moist warmth.

As she was slowly, lovingly finger-fucked, Carol Vorderman continued her story.

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'Would you like a private dance, Ms Vorderman?' Marcus asked the stacked brunette, finally making his presence in the hallway known.

Still hot and horny she wasn't embarrassed that she'd been caught with Katherine Ryan eating her out. If anything it excited her even more. Looking at the black guy wrapped in a white towel she couldn't fail to notice the large bulge in front. As she watched, he hefted his prick through the cloth, a not-so-subtle suggestion of what was actually being offered.

'Definitely,' she replied, voice husky with sexual desire.

Following the stripper toward a private lounge, watching the motion of his rolling buttocks, she was very conscious of the underwear clinging to her quim. With every step Ms Vorderman could feel how engorged her vulva really was. It left an empty sensation within, the need to be filled had returned. State of arousal building, so too did the stream of lubricating fluids dribbling into her lavender panties.

Passing through a beaded curtain they entered a small private room. Tucked away from the entrance, a padded bench lined one wall where Carol took a seat. In the middle of the ...

... room was a sturdy looking pole which Marcus moved towards. Music suddenly playing, the performer started to dance. Using the pole as a prop he teased and titillated his one-woman audience, showing off his physique.

Perched on the edge of the bench, the preying cougar watched the dark-skinned male sway and swing. Trying to watch his muscles and movements, her focus kept shifting to the manly bulge bouncing with weight beneath the towel. She licked her lips. Thighs flexing and squeezing, bum wriggling, the mathematician couldn't add two and two together right then. Mind overtaken with the naughtiest thoughts of what she wanted to do with Marcus, sexual heat had her at a boiling point. Heart pounding and pulse quickening, a loud rushing in her ears overwhelmed the raunchy music.

Enjoying the effect he was having on the buxom TV star, Marcus recognised the lust-filled expression all over her features, the way her fit body squirmed on the bench.She needs it, he thought.And I'm only too happy to provide it.

Looming over the seated woman he dropped the towel, presenting his cock for her delectation. From his standpoint he had a fantastic view of her bountiful cleavage, watched their rise and fall with each hurrying breath.Wench. Lower, he spied long legs, tanned thighs from sexy suede boots to short yellow dress. Noting the lean muscles flexing as they squeezed, he thought,Horny one, eh? A leering grin split his face.

'Go ahead, Ms Vorderman. In here you can really touch ...