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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

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Without further warning, Carol felt the cock nestled down her gullet pulsing urgently. Waves traversed along the shaft, over her tongue, and down her throat as gobs of scalding spunk shot directly into her stomach. Gulping quickly, the sensation adding to Marcus's experience, she drank down the jizz as more spat from the young man's prick.There's so much of it, she thought, happily gulping it all.So much!

Standing over her, the striptease growled with the release of pent up pleasure, the sight and sensation of the TV star drinking his cum, prick crammed down her amazing throat. When the hen party had first walked in the door, he'd immediately spotted the famed presenter. Hard for most of the night, fantasies clouded his mind as he coveted her stacked bust and that amazing arse.And here I am sperming down her throat.

'Yes, drink it all. Drink it all,' the nude black man demanded, hands wrapped up in Vorderman's luscious brown hair, keeping her in place as more seed was dumped into her stomach.

Carol's clitoris was radiating a series of static-laced tingles, the sensation passing through her pelvis, along her thighs, throughout her body, skin prickling, nipples buzzing as she surfed the waves of another sticky orgasm. A deepthroat lover, she always got off having a prick pulsing down her throat, shooting gobs of spunk for her to eat.

Loud gulping sounded as the face off the television devoured the last dregs of ropey sperm. Pulling back slowly, the slimy ...

... cock slithered from her greedy oesophagus. Trailing a salty streak over the coiling tongue, the head finally came free. The talented brunette planted a last kiss on the tip as it came passed from her pursed mouth.

'Oh, thank you Ms Vorderman. That was just...fucking fantastic,' Marcus enthused.

'You're welcome,' the brunette replied, features aglow with satisfaction.

Leaving the stripper to gather himself, Carol exited the private room, feeling the last aftereffects of her third culmination. Before re-joining the party she diverted to the ladies room to try and sort out her ruined underwear and gave her muggy crotch a wipe. She was disappointed the young man hadn't lasted longer because what she really needed was a good hard fuck. But hey...

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On the bed Sophie suddenly kissed her guest. Aggressively pushing her tongue into the woman's mouth, it slid around the orifice, over its counterpart, her teeth, probing every surface it could reach. It was like Sophie was searching for any trace of the stripper's spunk.

Rolling on top of the ITV presenter, the talent agent pressed her ample chest against Carol's far larger bust. The kiss continued, getting hotter now with two active tongues, slipping and sliding between their mouths. Fingers shiny with pussy juice, Sophie tenderly brushed Carol's face. Carol grabbed her representative's ass, fingers squeezing.

'I want to eat you,' the younger fem said in a husky voice.

Too excited for anything else, Ms Dumas ...