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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... but it was a close run thing.

Soon the music came to an end, interrupted by the voice of the MC. 'Wow! Ladies, lets thank Carol Vorderman and Marcus for that sensational show!'

Tottering in her suede boots, the television personality clambered down from the stage, followed by rabid applause and whistling from the other women. Her mind was abuzz with the afterglow of her climaxes.

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On the sofa the presenter looked at her agent, noted the excited twinkle of her eyes, blush warmed cheeks and the twin dots of nipples poking through turquoise silk. During the recounting, Sophie's hand had stolen down to her crotch, fingers running over her tight little twat. Gaze focused on her guest's jegging-clothed crotch it was clear she was imagining what it had looked like to see a black dick there, all but fucking her in public.

Perhaps we could arrange for her to catch a private show? Maybe with one of Sophie's male clients, or one of my 'special friends', Carol thought. 'It was so exhilarating being up on that stage, being so nasty in front of all those women,' Carol said.

'I can't believe you did that!' squealed Sophie. 'I'd never be able to be so shameless,' she playfully added.

'It was so arousing,' Carol said. 'You'd have loved it.'

Leaning closer she placed a hand on the smaller woman's knee, gave a devilish grin. The hand moved higher, fingers brushing over smooth skin. As the hand closed on its destination, Sophie stopped masturbating. Opening her ...

... robe the executive showed her guest two perfectly proportioned breasts, two hard nipples pointing upwards and a moist and trimmed cunny.

'Yes,' Sophie sighed as a long finger that wasn't hers slid past her labia. 'Mm,' she murmured as it proceeded fully inside and began to move about, exploring. Slowly twisting and twirling it massaged the slick walls of the tight passage.

Pulling the finger out Ms Vorderman held it up to the light. Feminine wetness shone on the single digit. 'I was almost as wet as you are,' she giggled at the agent before sliding the finger into her mouth, sucking the warm nectar, sounding an appreciative moan.

Dumas's eyes moved from her client's luscious lips puckered around the finger to the twin studs of her nipples. They were hard, poking against the red stretch top hugging the large breasts. Sophie reached out, pinching one of the teats, the action eliciting an appreciative murmur. Pinching its twin, she gave a playful twist.

Moving forward the celebrity cupped her agent's naked titties. Closing her mouth over one of the inviting paps, she suckled like a starving baby. Sophie's expression was one of bliss, soft moans issuing from parted lips. Mouth swapping nipples, Carol's hand slid back into the host's inviting crotch. Two fingers passing between slick lips, they were welcomed by the sucking embrace of the needy twat.

'And that was just the beginning of the hen night,' said the broadcaster, mouth pulling from a pert breast with a loud ...