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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... slut drop, much to the approval of the avidly watching girls. Round bum straining her tiny dress, hands on her knees, Carol's legs spread wide as she dropped deeply.

Sitting at the side of the stage, Katherine Ryan had a huge grin on her face, eyes shining as she was unintentionally flashed by Carol Vorderman. As the British broadcaster twerked her backside, Katherine took a good look between the widely splayed thighs, seeing just how wet the older woman was. Katherine liked what she saw. Their eyes meeting, the Canadian gave a lascivious, knowing smirk and winked at the Brit.

Behind the twerking MILF, the stripper's shorts hit the floor, uncovering his brown trouser snake. Shrieks of delight greeted the reveal. Rising from her slutty dance move, Carol was grabbed by the black dancer, spun to face the avidly watching bride and audience. One hand holding her steady at the hip, Marcus pressed between her shoulders, forcing Ms Vorderman to bend over at the waist. Back arching like a cat in heat, cleavage bared to the panting crowd, she grabbed her massive knockers, supporting them. Feeling like a Friday night club tramp she thrust her backside towards the stripper.

Holding the stunning celebrity in place, Marcus shoved his straining cock against the tight arse. Slotting into the enticingly clothed butt crack, his prick began sliding up and down Ms Vorderman's bum. The bloated head reared over her back with each forward shove. As the hen party cheered and screamed ...

... with delight, the stripper simulated fucking the mature brunette from behind. Around the stage the girls whooped and hollered, urging the naked man on. With each thrusting movement his excitement grew, pre-cum moistening the tip. Soon the back of Carol's yellow dress was marred by streaks of the salty fluid.

It's not enough. I want him to fuck me for real, the frustrated celebrity thought.I want to fuck. I want to cum!

Reaching beneath the inclined star, Marcus knocked her hands from her boobs, cupping them himself. Fingertips dark against the warm cleavage he pulled upwards returning the panting bitch upright. A swift kick against booted feet caused her shapely pins to close. Adjusting position, hands gripping feminine hips, the naked dancer suddenly pushed his cock between the lady's legs. Knifing through her thigh gap, the engorged head of the black dick appeared from Carol Vorderman's inner thighs, surging belligerently forward. The bride and hen party gasped before breaking out in the loudest round of applause and cheers yet.

Held firm at the waist, the broadcaster was stunned by the rigid member jerking back and forth. With each thrust it ran through her crotch, carnally massaging her saturated muff through her panties. Lavender silk turned a deeper shade as they filled with more fanny cream. As the pornographic display continued Carol felt a different kind of moisture; as the cockhead fucked back and forth it dribbled strings of hot pre-cum on her inner ...