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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

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My god, I think I'm going to cum. Oh god, yes. Much more of this and I'm going to do it right here in front of everyone, the gasping cougar thought. Her lustful countenance was hidden by long brown hair, fallen where she was bent over.

Wanting to ensure the bride got a good show, Marcus turned himself and Ms Vorderman side-on to her. Hauling her arms backwards he held them pinned by the elbows. Squealing and clapping, the bride watched the shining performer faux fucking the surprisingly sexual guest, the sordid display a far cry from the image portrayed on television.

As the man thrust between her thighs his stiff rod was hot to the touch, a heat matched by her steamy quim. Pins squeezing the penetrating prick, they both savoured the enclosing friction. Marcus could feel the damp heated silk of Carol's knickers against his cock. He was convinced her could actually feel the groove of her snatch. For her part the broadcaster could feel the throbbing erection thumping over her privates. Giving into the eroticism of the moment she threw her head back, moaning out loud. Spine arching, she was driving her backside against the firm body slamming from behind.

'Mm, ooh,' she groaned, ignoring the avidly watching crowd as a small but delightful orgasm dazed her.

Glazed eyes regaining focus Carol saw Katherine Ryan directing a leering stare at her visible panties, the black dick sliding against them, the trails of pre-cum on tanned flesh. Their eyes met. ...

... Slouching in her seat, the Canadian opened her legs wide, exposing a blonde haired snatch. As Carol watched, the busty comic peeled back slick fanny lips, exposing an obvious wetness, inner flesh coral pink and shiny. Wide grin plastered on her long face Katherine looked back at the Brit, blew her a kiss.

Carol Vorderman bent over on stage in a strip club, arms held behind her back, dressed in a clinging yellow dress, cleavage spilling from the neckline, long legs in dark knee-high boots. Standing behind her, an oiled black man gripping her arms, long brown cock pistoning between her legs, sliding against knickers saturated with feminine exhilaration. Rowdy hen party cheering them on. In the watching audience Katherine Ryan holds her pussy open, a single finger moving in and out, shining with her own feminine wetness, masturbating for the famous mathematician to see. 'Going to cum. Oh I'm... Ooh I'm cumming,' the sexy presenter on the runway gasped, words masked by the pounding music.

Breath now ragged, Carol Vorderman felt a second orgasm flare. Intense pleasure radiated from her steaming crotch as she watched Katherine Ryan frigging to her being openly thigh-fucked by a guy she didn't even know. Body shuddering, snatch convulsing, girl cream washed into lavender knickers, moans issuing from painted lips. The movements were disguised to all but the observant Katherine as Marcus began to bring the 'dance' on stage to a close. Miraculously he hadn't gone over the edge himself, ...