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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... witnessing the activity with Katherine Ryan.

Eyes blazing as she stared at the male member, Carol said, 'I want to suck it. Ihave to suck it.'

Head darting forward Carol Vorderman swiped her tongue over the exotic performer's helmet, collecting the salty drop to sample its flavour. Like a cat preening itself, the TV presenter lapped at the underside of the turgid knob. Tongue tip probing the sensitive ridge made the rod quiver, the man inhaling with pleasure.

Pursed lips planted delicate kisses all over the long shaft, all the way to the heavy balls. Carol sniffed the musky sweaty scent of the sack.Oh that marvellous smell. Love it. Nostrils filled with the enticing aroma, she licked the balls, playing with the flexile pouch. Finding a testicle she delicately probed at it before she tossed it playfully with her tongue then treated its brother to the same impish treatment. Hand working the bronze-coloured length, she kissed and licked her way back to the crown.

Carol Vorderman opened her mouth wide and engulfed the stranger's prick. Sliding through full painted lips the bloated head ran over a caressing tongue. Cheeks hollowing she started to suck, drawing out the manly taste. Gripping the upraised leg in one hand, the celebrity's head slowly bobbed up and down. Mouth wrapped around the brown girth, sucking the head and taking inches. Shuttling back and forth the other hand jerked the almost excessive stalk, wanking the young lad into her watering ...

... mouth.

'How's that feel?' she asked, briefly pulling away. 'Do you like that? Do you like having me suck your cock?' Before he could reply Carol sucked him back in. Hand and mouth working together, lips locked around the shaft and tongue swirling, the brunette voraciously blew the adult entertainer.

'Oh god, Ms Vorderman. That feels... Christ, that feels good,' the dancer moaned.

Driving forward the dick found the entrance to Carol's throat. Without pause the woman's throat opened up, allowing the hard tip and shaft to pass through. Boobs pressed to her legs, the cougar leaned further forward, sinking the man down her hungry gullet. Fingers free from the disappearing trunk, they grabbed the flexing cheeks of the stripper's buttocks, aggressively pulling him forward, forcing the last two inches between her lips.

There's nothing quite like deepthroating, she thought, able to feel the thick helmet passing down her throat, the shaft filling the constricting passage.

Nose pressed to the man's rock hard torso, dick lodged down her talented throat, Carol Vorderman eagerly deepthroated the young stripper. Moaning caused her larynx to vibrate. Swallowing set off a wave of contractions, kneading the dark pole. Letting the dick from her gullet, she captured just the knob behind her lips, treated it to a powerful sustained sucking. Then yanking on his muscular ass she forced him back down her throat, burying her face against his waxed and oiled torso again.

'Ms Vorderman! I'm going ...