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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... quickly moved between Carol's parting legs, pressing them wider. Directly in front of her was the most beautiful pussy; smooth pudenda, outer lips swollen with arousal, the inner labia slick with viscous honey. The opening of the vagina gaped a little from the earlier masturbation. A little higher was the tiny hole of the urethra and above the bud of Carol's clitoris, peeking from its fleshy hood, stiff and waiting.

'Delicious,' the executive said before opening her mouth and latching onto the juicy slot.

'Mm, yes. Yes, that's it Sophie. Lick me, suck me. Eat me and I'll tell you the rest.' A muffled sound of agreement came from her crotch.

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Having discarding her bedraggled knickers in the ladies room, Ms Vorderman returned to the hen party. Sitting there, watching the parade of hard-bodied dancers striping off their clothes, flashing muscles and waving hard dicks at the lusting women, she was feeling horny again. On stage the bride was sitting in a chair, a different stripper cavorting in front of her, his prick held in her small hand, shuttling up and down as she tossed him off to the howling delight of the baying crowd.

I could do with a proper dicking right about now, the British star thought, eyes tracking the dong the bride was playing with.

'Excuse me, Ms Vorderman?' a deep accented voice said over her shoulder. Turning, Carol couldn't help a wide grin appearing on her full lips.

Two adonis, one smooth and black, one burly and white, both ...

... exuding self-confidence and wearing nothing more than revealing shorts, approached her. Darius and Nathan introduced themselves although Carol recognised them from their performances on stage earlier in the evening.

'We're teammates of Marcus. We believe he gave you a...private dance. A rather speedy dance from what we hear,' Darius said in an African accent, his smile bright and sharp against skin the colour of rich black coffee.

'We hope to offer you a more "full feeling" experience,' Nathan the troupe leader added. Carol picked up on his wording. A spasm of excitement between her legs indicated her bare pussy understood as well.

Eager to finally get fucked she jumped up from her chair. Determined to get a cock in her as soon as possible she led the way from the dance hall, down the corridor and back to the private lounge. About to step through the beaded curtain she realised the room was already occupied.

Slouched on the padded bench was one of the club's other dancers, a woman in a very familiar bright pink dress kneeling on the floor. Naked, the Italian gigolo had a hand on the blonde head bobbing on his stiff veiny schlong. Eyes closed, he was obviously enjoying a particularly aggressive blowjob. As if sensing the intrusion, the blonde turned to see who was there. Katherine Ryan grinned at Ms Vorderman.

Holding the cock coated with her saliva, the Canadian said, 'These boys sure know how to entertain, don't they?' Throwing a wink at the other woman, she ...