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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... bride.

'It's a sin to put it in, but it's a shame to pull it out,' the sexy comedian yelled out to a peel of laughter and clapping.

Having taken a bow Ms Ryan re-joined her friends. Before the music struck up again and the next act commenced, Carol overheard one of the women ask Katherine if she'd had a good time.

'Let's see,' the sassy comic said. Reaching under her dress she pulled her panties down and off. Seeing a nearby mirror she turned the knickers inside-out, threw them at the silvered surface. Sticky gusset hitting the smooth mirror, they stuck briefly then fell to the floor. 'Seems I did,' she answered her friend before joining in their laughter. Leaving the pink silk where they fell, she re-took her seat to enjoy the next act walking out onto the stage.

Carol Vorderman was lost in thoughts of picking up the discarded knickers and savouring their taste, the mix of female juice and male pre-cum. Fidgeting on her chair, her own underwear felt warm and moist. Careless to the world around, she wasn't conscious of the next performer on stage. Sensing a falling shadow, the voluptuous brunette looked up. Looming over her was an almond-skinned man, young and lithe, already down to just a pair of lycra shorts. Carol immediately sighted the trunk bulging out the front of the pale blue boxers.

'Well ladies, it looks like Marcus has chosen his playmate,' the amplified voice of the MC rang out. 'Give a big hand for Britain's favourite maths whizz, Carol ...

... Vorderman!'

With a rush of anticipation, the blushing brunette quickly climbed onto the runway. Instantly the oiled boy closed the distance, seductively moving around the presenter. As he performed he was openly ogling the more-than-ample cleavage on display. Beaming an encouraging smile Carol threw her shoulders back, enhancing the view. Marcus then spun her around and led the way along the catwalk.

Holding the woman by the hips, the dark stripper moved against the hot cougar, making it as daring as he thought he could get away with. Something of an exhibitionist herself, Carol began to move with him. Womanly hips swaying rhythmically, she seductively danced from the pelvis, bumping and grinding with the larger man. Soon she was shaking her tits and arse vigorously, deliberately turning on the near-naked performer and putting on a show for the party. Around the runway, some sitting some standing, the watching hens were cheering and clapping, encouraging the pair to go further, to be ever more audacious.

His package feels big against my bum, she thought.He's so hard. God, I'd like to get at it.

Carol Vorderman was having the best time. Clad in tiny yellow dress and black boots, she gleefully swayed and spun to the pounding music, shamelessly shaking her ass at the audience, at her dance partner. Letting her hands roam free, the alluring lady caressed her boobs, pushed them together, cleavage over spilling the straining neckline. Sliding over her trim body, her hands pressed ...