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

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

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Reclining back on the sofa, she waved Sophie over. Happily the younger woman lay atop her guest, pressing her naked boobs to Carol's covered tits. Their lips came together, tongues eagerly twisting around one another, sliding into the other's mouth, dancing wetly. The sound of two women kissing filled the living room.

Breaking the kiss, the talent agent turned and snuggled against the busty ITV star, feeling the full bust against her shoulders. With Sophie settled, Ms Vorderman cupped one her host's boobs while the other snaked down to Sophie's crotch. Two fingers slowly masturbated the executive, gliding over her clit, circling the tiny bud before moving further down to brush the dripping slit.

'Tell me what else you did,' said Sophie, voice turning husky as the fingers worked their magic, moving slowly in and out of her hungry twat.

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Climbing from the stage, Carol didn't re-take her seat, instead deciding to go to the ladies room. She needed to check her knickers; the sodden gusset was damn near glued to her overheated vagina, full of feminine cream from her orgasms. Crossing the packed room she was distinctly aware of her sex throbbing, clitoris pulsing.I need a fuck, the cougar thought with an aching need to be filled.

Moving between the party goers she was the recipient of several winks and smirks, all of them thinking the same thing; Carol's going for a lady wank.You're not wrong ladies, she thought, opening the door to the theatre and stepped ...

... through. However, someone was waiting there.

Katherine Ryan wore a great big grin, red-painted lips bright against fair skin. An appraising once-over revealed to the blonde comedian the flushed cheeks, hard nipples and rapid rise and fall of Carol's full cleavage. With a smirk she stepped close.

'Sticky knickers?' she asked, grin widening.

Not awaiting a response, Katherine's hand casually slid under Carol's dress. Fingers pressing into the woman's underwear, she caressed the silk and the sex within. It was steamy, sodden with girl cum. Increasing the pressure, she probed Ms Vorderman's covered snatch, the cleft dividing the swollen pudenda, stiff little nub at the top. The woman's privates throbbed under her touch.

Stepping even closer to the English presenter, the Canadian provocatively squashed their large breasts together, forcing their respective cleavage to swell at the necklines of their dresses; one short and yellow, one long and bright pink. Her breath was warm against Carol's flushed cheeks.

'These are a pair ofvery sticky knickers. Tell me Carol, did you cum on the stage in there? Did you? Did you have a nice gooey orgasm right in front of everyone?'

Breathing raggedly, the Brit could only nod in the affirmative. Unconsciously her pelvis twitched, pushing back at the groping fingers.

Withdrawing her hand, the sexy comedian displayed her fingers. The tips were shiny with an abundance of fanny butter. 'I think you did. Let's take a closer look, ...