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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... planted on the concrete floor of the toilet cubicle, Carol Vorderman started to fuck the fleshy obsidian statue.

'Fuck. Oh fuck yes,' she hissed, cheeks flushed, eyes glazing over, hands on broad black shoulders.

'Man, she's tight,' Darius called to his watching teammate.

'They're all tight around that thing,' Nathan laughed.

A veteran of hundreds of hen parties, the dark entertainer was used to getting laid by the horny slags that came seeking a good hard shag. Brides were his favourite screw, throwing them one last banging before their wedding day. But on those occasions when a gang of celebrities came by... This particular star was proving to be a very enjoyable fuck. Vorderman's cunt was an intensely pleasurable cock pocket, stretched as it was around his prick.

And she looks so horny bucking on this bull, he thought.

Darius wanted to get at her tits but the woman was riding him hard and fast, sliding up his shaft before dropping, unerringly impaling herself. And again, this time accompanied by a squelch as cunny cream expelled from the restricted fuck hole.

'Yeah, Ms Vorderman. Fuck my cock. Fuck my big black cock!'

Grunting and groaning she did exactly that. Hands on the wide ebony shoulders, long shapely pins straining, she rode the big black bull. Driving her starving snatch up and down, she took the length over and over again. Sloppy wet sounds filled the cubicle as she creamed, viscous fluid frothy as it churned between the rutting couple. ...

... Running in thick rivulets the white froth coated the condom, re-coloured the sable rod.

Watching from outside the toilet stall, Nathan stroked an equally impressive dick, awaiting his turn on the randy slut. From his vantage point her could see Ms Vorderman's glorious arse, twin cheeks flexing as she rode his mate hard. With every impact a ripple rushed through the bountiful cheeks before they tightened for the next rise and fall.

Fuck, I can't wait to get a piece of that, the burly stripper thought.

'You're next,' the writhing celebrity called, glancing over a shoulder, as if she had heard his thoughts.

Big black hands grabbed the fair-skinned backside. A sharp contrast in colour, Darius helped the cougar to fuck harder, to go faster. Their moans joined, filling the ladies room. No one cared about getting caught. Contracting the muscles in his large thighs, forcing his pole to stand even taller he watched as the final inch entered the woman, crammed in by her energetic almost feral fucking.

'Oh, Christ. Feels so fucking good,' Darius said. Grabbing her tits, he groped the large chest through the woman's clothes, thumbs pressing against the evident nipples hidden beneath. 'Fucking love these tits!'

'Fuck me, you bastard. Give me it all. Ooh, fucking love this,' the bouncing, panting brunette yelled.

Carol Vorderman in a strip club toilet wearing a yellow mini dress hiked to the waist and long black boots. No knickers, riding a large muscular man, dark as ...