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My Sexual Fantasy Of Carol Vorderman. Part 1 free porn video
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(A purely made-up and fantasy account of a wild night with Carol Vorderman)
The night begins as I enter a rather plush and swanky hotel in the middle of London. After coming in out of the rain I check in leave it to the porter to take my bags up to free myself up head to the bar for a stiff drink to dry myself off.
The bar is quiet and the atmosphere non-existant. I order my Jack and coke and sit at the bar in almost stone silence but for the soft jazz music playing for ambience catching my reflection in the bar's mirror every now and then.
After four drinks in the dead bar I begin to hear people enter the foyer and either head to their room or check-in. I begiin to get more tipsy and exchange the odd bit of banter with the barman until he moves to the end of the bar to serve soem guests who have sneekily snuck in. As they complain about their wet bodies from the rain outside I notice there's four people; two guys and two women, all dressed to the nines, the women take a seat away from the bar as the guys take the drinks over to the table.
I hear the pop of Champagne, merriment and laughter coming from their area. They seem to be as drunk as I am already.
Within the time of me having two more drinks they are onto their second bottle and I see a female figure approach the bar to purchase it. Through the bar's mirror and see a stunning busty brunette with a cleavage that dropped way below the norm that pressed her titties closer together almost smothering them. She ordered the Champagne and as a tipsy almost kind of drunk guy I casually say.
"Celebrating?"
I hear her swing her body towards me with jingling jewellary.
"Why yes. We've been to an awards ceremony."
Recognising the voice I look across and see the uber sex-bomb Carol Vorderman standing besides me, her breast almost spilling out and over her dress, her beautiful brunette hair corkscrewing down her back and over her shoulders. Her shoulder are bare as as rests her chin on it eyeing me up and down. "but the ceremony finished and we weren't ready to finish partying!" she said as she took the Champagne back to her table not before winking at me and giving me a huge smile. In the mirror I ould see the former rear-of-the-year waltzing and sauntering off into the distance.
The barman sighed with an aroused exhale as his eyes followed her across the room like mine did.
After a few more drinks and Vorderman hitting her fourth bottle the couple with them bid farewell to Carol and her boyfriend and the couple came over to the bar as their friends left the bar area.
Carol sat not far away from me, a barstool stood between us, the barman gave me a look as if to say "fuck, it's that fucking wild and hot Vorderman at our bar" and shot her a pervy look as she had her back to us nibbling her boyfriend's neck and ear as she giggled.
Carol and her boyfriend got more and more amorous and the barman and I became both jealous and a little bit turned on by the thought of them getting to it later and drunk fucking upstairs, neither of us said it but we both knew we were both thinking it.
Then all of a sudden her boyfriend stood up and thrw his arms up in protest, his eyes angry and pissed off.
"the fuck you mean 'I was flirting with the woman on our table'?" he protested
"I saw it, I saw you give her your number, a piece of paper!" Carol shouted back.
"you know what, I'm getting tired of these accusations time and time again! every time we go out it's always the same!" he said stepping back.
"But I saw you, I fucking saw it!"
"Fuck you, I don't care if you're a TV star. There's only so much I can take of this shit!" he said spinning on his heals and storming out the bar. Carol didn't follow him instead just threw her handbag at him as she ursed his name.
After the scene there was utter silence as Carol Vorderman carried on drinking her Champagne, and when she finished her last drop she ordered a gin & tonic and almost knocked it back in one and then ordered another one as she muttered under her breath something about 'men'.
I jumped over to the next stool to consol her.
"you OK....er, Carol?" I asked hesitantly. She turned to me without even looking at me, tears running down her face and put her head on my shoulder and a hand on my thigh.
"why do men keep doing this to me! fucking hell!" she said in a weepy tone. She looked up and met my eyes finally, her mascara running. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Harry." I said.
She took my chin in her hand and said "I'm going to need more Champagne!"
"No I think you've had enough, Carol." I said.
"You know my name." she said a little tipsy
"He's right, Carol." said the barman drying a glass like a cliche.
"you know my name too." she said to the barman giggling. "OK, OK, I know, I've had too much to drink, just send it up to my room as I'm heading upstairs." she said as she went over to pick up her tossed purse from the floor.
"I'll bring up the Champagne, Miss Vorderman." said the barman running off to set it up.
As Carol stumbled out the bar I ran over to her and held her up and walked her to the stairs.
"What room are you, Carol?" I asked. She handed me her key and she said "I'm sure you can find it!"
Following the directions of the corridors and the key number we finally found her room, once we were inside she seemed to find her feet and seemed ok and steady, even slightly sober.
"Well thanks, er, Henry?"
"Harry." i replied.
"Thanks for bringing me up to my room." she sat down on her bed and kicked off her shoes. The hem of her dress rode up slightly and I could make out her stockings and suspenders. My eyes were fixed on the sexy attire of her long long legs. She noticed me looking at them and smiled despite my embarrased and appologetic expression.
"Don't appologise," she said as she hitched thme up slightly higher giggling as she did. "I wore these for my boyfriend tonight. He loves it when I wear lingerie, espeically stockings and suspenders." she said as she patted the bed beside her. "sit down." she said.
"I don't know.." i said.
"please...sit down here next to me." she said patting the bed next to her.
"Um.."
"I SAID SIT DOWN!" she said firmly with a bit of anger.
I didn't need telling again so I sat next to her and she put her hand on mine and move it to her warm thighs running it up and down her solid and firm thigh.
"wow, you really do work out don't you." I said.
"well you should see the rest of me." she said smirking like a minx as she pulled down part of her top revealing her right breast. "feel it!" she said and I didn't need asking twice. I gently grabbed her tit with my free hand as I carried on stroking her thigh.
"what part of me do you like best?" she asked.
"Um...well it would help if I saw more."
With that she stood up and unzipped her black dress and let it drop to the floor reveealing her busty sexy body covered scantily clad in black lingerie. She stood to sideways and asked again whilst slowly dancing and moving around with her hands running up and down her body.
"definitely your boobs!" I said not taking my eyes off of them.
She stopped moving and looked at me in all seriousness.
"what about my pert arse?!" she said as she begun pulling down her panties and turning her arse towards me.
Just then the door knocked and the barman entered.
"room service, I have your Champagne, Miss Vorder-" he stopped talking when he saw Carol standing almost naked and posing.
"thank you, barman. Just put it down there." she said as the barman shot me a look of 'you lucky bastard!'
"actually before you go, I want to ask you a question. What is your favourite part of my body?" she said giving him a little twirl.
WHilst stuttering the barman said "Defo your boobs!"
"why doesn't anyone like my arse best?" she said going over to him and taking his hands and putting them on her arse.
"Now squeeze them!" she demanded.
The barman gave Carol Vorderman's arse the best squeeze ever, his hand sinking into her flesh as her eyes closed and she groaned, the barman carried on doing so as she withed in bliss and moved her lips closer to his face and kissed him lightly on his mouth.
I could feel my prick harden in my pants as she moved one of his hands round to her front and pushed it down her panties.
"is it wet? how wet is it?" she asked softly her eyes still closed.
"it's wet...oh so wet, Carol!" the barman called John began moving his finger faster and faster up and down her pussy, moving his fingers inside and outside whilst still fondling her perfect peachy arse.
"Why don't you come over here and try out my titties!" she said casting a glance over to me. I was up like a shot and standing behind her undoing her bra as she pushed down her panties revealing her slightly hairy pussy.
John took his finger out of Carol and gave them a lick in front of her, she gave a smile and a wink back at him as I grabbed her titties and caressed them , they were just ever so slightly saggy for her milf/mature age, huge and with large firm nipples.
Before I knew it we were on the bed...
To be continued soon....
(A purely made-up and fantasy account of a wild night with Carol Vorderman)
The night begins as I enter a rather plush and swanky hotel in the middle of London. After coming in out of the rain I check in leave it to the porter to take my bags up to free myself up head to the bar for a stiff drink to dry myself off.
The bar is quiet and the atmosphere non-existant. I order my Jack and coke and sit at the bar in almost stone silence but for the soft jazz music playing for ambience catching my reflection in the bar's mirror every now and then.
After four drinks in the dead bar I begin to hear people enter the foyer and either head to their room or check-in. I begiin to get more tipsy and exchange the odd bit of banter with the barman until he moves to the end of the bar to serve soem guests who have sneekily snuck in. As they complain about their wet bodies from the rain outside I notice there's four people; two guys and two women, all dressed to the nines, the women take a seat away from the bar as the guys take the drinks over to the table.
I hear the pop of Champagne, merriment and laughter coming from their area. They seem to be as drunk as I am already.
Within the time of me having two more drinks they are onto their second bottle and I see a female figure approach the bar to purchase it. Through the bar's mirror and see a stunning busty brunette with a cleavage that dropped way below the norm that pressed her titties closer together almost smothering them. She ordered the Champagne and as a tipsy almost kind of drunk guy I casually say.
"Celebrating?"
I hear her swing her body towards me with jingling jewellary.
"Why yes. We've been to an awards ceremony."
Recognising the voice I look across and see the uber sex-bomb Carol Vorderman standing besides me, her breast almost spilling out and over her dress, her beautiful brunette hair corkscrewing down her back and over her shoulders. Her shoulder are bare as as rests her chin on it eyeing me up and down. "but the ceremony finished and we weren't ready to finish partying!" she said as she took the Champagne back to her table not before winking at me and giving me a huge smile. In the mirror I ould see the former rear-of-the-year waltzing and sauntering off into the distance.
The barman sighed with an aroused exhale as his eyes followed her across the room like mine did.
After a few more drinks and Vorderman hitting her fourth bottle the couple with them bid farewell to Carol and her boyfriend and the couple came over to the bar as their friends left the bar area.
Carol sat not far away from me, a barstool stood between us, the barman gave me a look as if to say "fuck, it's that fucking wild and hot Vorderman at our bar" and shot her a pervy look as she had her back to us nibbling her boyfriend's neck and ear as she giggled.
Carol and her boyfriend got more and more amorous and the barman and I became both jealous and a little bit turned on by the thought of them getting to it later and drunk fucking upstairs, neither of us said it but we both knew we were both thinking it.
Then all of a sudden her boyfriend stood up and thrw his arms up in protest, his eyes angry and pissed off.
"the fuck you mean 'I was flirting with the woman on our table'?" he protested
"I saw it, I saw you give her your number, a piece of paper!" Carol shouted back.
"you know what, I'm getting tired of these accusations time and time again! every time we go out it's always the same!" he said stepping back.
"But I saw you, I fucking saw it!"
"Fuck you, I don't care if you're a TV star. There's only so much I can take of this shit!" he said spinning on his heals and storming out the bar. Carol didn't follow him instead just threw her handbag at him as she ursed his name.
After the scene there was utter silence as Carol Vorderman carried on drinking her Champagne, and when she finished her last drop she ordered a gin & tonic and almost knocked it back in one and then ordered another one as she muttered under her breath something about 'men'.
I jumped over to the next stool to consol her.
"you OK....er, Carol?" I asked hesitantly. She turned to me without even looking at me, tears running down her face and put her head on my shoulder and a hand on my thigh.
"why do men keep doing this to me! fucking hell!" she said in a weepy tone. She looked up and met my eyes finally, her mascara running. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Harry." I said.
She took my chin in her hand and said "I'm going to need more Champagne!"
"No I think you've had enough, Carol." I said.
"You know my name." she said a little tipsy
"He's right, Carol." said the barman drying a glass like a cliche.
"you know my name too." she said to the barman giggling. "OK, OK, I know, I've had too much to drink, just send it up to my room as I'm heading upstairs." she said as she went over to pick up her tossed purse from the floor.
"I'll bring up the Champagne, Miss Vorderman." said the barman running off to set it up.
As Carol stumbled out the bar I ran over to her and held her up and walked her to the stairs.
"What room are you, Carol?" I asked. She handed me her key and she said "I'm sure you can find it!"
Following the directions of the corridors and the key number we finally found her room, once we were inside she seemed to find her feet and seemed ok and steady, even slightly sober.
"Well thanks, er, Henry?"
"Harry." i replied.
"Thanks for bringing me up to my room." she sat down on her bed and kicked off her shoes. The hem of her dress rode up slightly and I could make out her stockings and suspenders. My eyes were fixed on the sexy attire of her long long legs. She noticed me looking at them and smiled despite my embarrased and appologetic expression.
"Don't appologise," she said as she hitched thme up slightly higher giggling as she did. "I wore these for my boyfriend tonight. He loves it when I wear lingerie, espeically stockings and suspenders." she said as she patted the bed beside her. "sit down." she said.
"I don't know.." i said.
"please...sit down here next to me." she said patting the bed next to her.
"Um.."
"I SAID SIT DOWN!" she said firmly with a bit of anger.
I didn't need telling again so I sat next to her and she put her hand on mine and move it to her warm thighs running it up and down her solid and firm thigh.
"wow, you really do work out don't you." I said.
"well you should see the rest of me." she said smirking like a minx as she pulled down part of her top revealing her right breast. "feel it!" she said and I didn't need asking twice. I gently grabbed her tit with my free hand as I carried on stroking her thigh.
"what part of me do you like best?" she asked.
"Um...well it would help if I saw more."
With that she stood up and unzipped her black dress and let it drop to the floor reveealing her busty sexy body covered scantily clad in black lingerie. She stood to sideways and asked again whilst slowly dancing and moving around with her hands running up and down her body.
"definitely your boobs!" I said not taking my eyes off of them.
She stopped moving and looked at me in all seriousness.
"what about my pert arse?!" she said as she begun pulling down her panties and turning her arse towards me.
Just then the door knocked and the barman entered.
"room service, I have your Champagne, Miss Vorder-" he stopped talking when he saw Carol standing almost naked and posing.
"thank you, barman. Just put it down there." she said as the barman shot me a look of 'you lucky bastard!'
"actually before you go, I want to ask you a question. What is your favourite part of my body?" she said giving him a little twirl.
WHilst stuttering the barman said "Defo your boobs!"
"why doesn't anyone like my arse best?" she said going over to him and taking his hands and putting them on her arse.
"Now squeeze them!" she demanded.
The barman gave Carol Vorderman's arse the best squeeze ever, his hand sinking into her flesh as her eyes closed and she groaned, the barman carried on doing so as she withed in bliss and moved her lips closer to his face and kissed him lightly on his mouth.
I could feel my prick harden in my pants as she moved one of his hands round to her front and pushed it down her panties.
"is it wet? how wet is it?" she asked softly her eyes still closed.
"it's wet...oh so wet, Carol!" the barman called John began moving his finger faster and faster up and down her pussy, moving his fingers inside and outside whilst still fondling her perfect peachy arse.
"Why don't you come over here and try out my titties!" she said casting a glance over to me. I was up like a shot and standing behind her undoing her bra as she pushed down her panties revealing her slightly hairy pussy.
John took his finger out of Carol and gave them a lick in front of her, she gave a smile and a wink back at him as I grabbed her titties and caressed them , they were just ever so slightly saggy for her milf/mature age, huge and with large firm nipples.
Before I knew it we were on the bed...
To be continued soon....
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