Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
In her opinion, Holly Willoughby felt that her career had become somewhat pigeonholed. There was no doubt that her public profile, fame and fortune, had reached the heights she had dreamed of. But she seemed to have become the go-to-girl for hosting reality TV shows. She wanted something more, something with longevity.
And the perfect idea had come to mind: This Morning. Having heard rumours that Fern Britton was leaving the show, Holly had decided she wanted the role. Calling her agent, Carla Wilson, the presenter had explained what she wanted, and an appointment had been set to discuss details. A few days before the meeting, Holly received a call from Ms Wilson.
"Holly, its Carla Wilson here," the agent said.
"Oh hi, Carla. Er, is there a problem?" Holly asked, not expecting the call.
"Not at all. I can confirm that the producer of This Morning is more than happy to meet with you. Of course, you are aware that you will need to impress in an audition and satisfy his needs, yes?"
"Yes. I want this job and I'm determined to get it."
"Excellent. I'm calling concerning my own satisfaction. When we meet this week I'd like to invite another client to attend. She is part of our group and also needs to satisfy me. I'd like to enjoy the two of you together."
"Hmm, but I can't know who this other woman is before the appointment?"
"It's Carol Kirkwood, the BBC weather presenter. She gave me consent to share her name. If you agree I will contact Carol and share your name in turn."
Holly thought about it quickly. Although she hadn't really met Ms Kirkwood, she was aware of her, having seen her presenting the weather for several years.
Older, but still very attractive. Sexy Scottish accent
. Now no stranger to same-sex liaisons, and determined to further her career, she agreed.
"Go ahead, Carla. You can share my name with Carol."
"Excellent. I'm looking forward to this. I'll see you in a few days' time," the agent said before hanging up.
"Well, this is going to be interesting," the blonde presenter said to herself.
Walking towards her agent's office, Holly tried to brace herself. After the past few years, she had no idea what she was walking into. Carla's tastes seemed to change a lot, and Carol Kirkwood was an unknown element. But the TV host was determined to succeed and, she had to admit to herself, nervously excited about what was going to happen.
"Good morning Miss Willoughby," said Carla's assistant. "Please go right in, they're waiting for you."
"Thank you," Holly replied before entering the office.
Stepping through the door, she noticed that no one sat at the large desk. Turning, she saw Carla Wilson and Carol Kirkwood seated in the office's informal seating area. They were passionately snogging. Closing the door quietly behind her, Holly headed over to them.
Standing behind the sofa, she looked down and watched as the two older women continued to kiss. Carla Wilson was wearing a snug business suit, the jacket undone revealing a lacy dark red bra straining to hold her boobs in. Her trousers hugged her thighs nicely, and appeared tight in the crotch, although Holly couldn't really tell as Carol's hand was blocking her view, obviously pressing and rubbing the agent between her legs.
Focussing on the weather presenter, she saw Carol was wearing a loose leopard-print blouse and black leather skirt. Blouse open, a satiny black bra was visible, a tsunami of tit flesh barely restrained within.
Wow, I've never seen so much cleavage on one person
, Holly thought, unconsciously licking her lips. Eyes moving down, she saw the agent had her hand up the leather skirt. Movements of her arm suggesting exactly what was happening under there.
Carla broke the kiss and looked up, smiling at Holly. When Carol looked up she looked frightened.
"Holly!" Carla said, smiling brightly, eyes hot with passion already.
"Hello, Carla," Holly replied before leaning down and kissing her agent, pushing her tongue into the darker blonde's warm mouth. Her probing was met eagerly by Carla's own tongue. Pulling back, Holly saw that Carol was looking at her cleavage, framed by the square-cut neckline of her white dress.
"And hello to you, Carol," Holly said before leaning over and kissing the Scot, pushing her tongue into another warm mouth. She had to chase Carol's tongue for a moment before the older woman began to respond, her tongue moving, a small moan escaping her.
"Feel her tits, Holly, they're fantastic," Carla said, pulling her hand from under the skirt and licking her fingers.
Holly reached down, her hand quickly making contact with a large heaving beast. Cupping the bra-covered mound, she squeezed, eliciting another moan from the older woman.
They really are big, but it feels so firm
, Holly thought. Pushing her fingers under the bra cup, she encountered a large hard nipple. A squeeze, another moan.
"Her nipples are big aren't they," Carla said, smiling wickedly.
Carol looked sheepish but pushed her chest against the TV presenter's hand, panting as her nipple continued to be pinched.
Stepping closer, Holly grabbed Carol's other tit, one in each hand and began squeezing and pressing them. Carol herself was squirming in the sofa, pushing her boobs against the younger woman's hands.
"P...please...my nipples..." Carol moaned, clearly begging, pushing harder against the hands.
Holly pushed her other hand inside the big bra and began pinching both nipples, rolling them between her fingers. She was a bit puzzled by Carol's reactions. On TV the Scottish woman came across as a bright and bubbly outgoing person. But here she was acting almost meek and mild.
Seeing the puzzled expression of her client, Carla said, "Carol's a sexual submissive. It is rather incongruous with how she appears on TV, but when it comes to sex she likes to be taken control of, to be lead and used. Certainly when she's with other women anyway. It's what she likes, isn't it Carol?" With that she pushed her hand back under the woman's black skirt.
"Y...yes. I'll do whatever you want me to," Carol replied, moaning as Carla's fingers ran up and down her slit through her wet knickers and Holly continued to twist her nipples.
"Holly, take a seat next to Carol," the agent said. "I want to see you two kissing again." She looked on as Carol, sandwiched between them, turned to face the blonde in white as she sat and leaned over. There was no chaste peck on the lips as Holly drove her tongue back inside Carol's mouth, hand grabbing the Scot's left tit. Carla grabbed Carol's right one and began groping her roughly, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the two blondes making out, the sounds of low moaning and the wetness of the deepening kiss.
As the pair continued to snog, Carla unbuttoned Carol's blouse until half the buttons were free. Pulling the animal-print garment open, she leaned down and planted kisses all over the heaving mass of tit flesh spilling out of the black bra.
With a satisfied sigh, Holly pulled her tongue from the older woman's mouth and saw Carla kissing her cleavage. Deciding to join in, Holly kissed the big firm tit, but when she caught the agent's eye, she began licking, broad swipes of her tongue. Trailing the veins in the milky white skin, she licked the hot flesh as she squeezed the bra.
Delighted with the TV presenter's reactions, Carla also began licking Carol's tits. They got closer and closer until Holly gave an extra-long swipe, brushing her tongue along the heaving breast then up along Carla's own tongue and into her mouth.
Carol looked down, watching the younger blondes kissing each other, their chins stimulating her hot skin, hands squeezing through her bra. She moaned in desire. Carla had been quite right. The Scottish woman did indeed have a submissive streak and got off on being controlled by others, men and women. Watching as the two others continued kissing, Carol wanted to join them, to touch them. Especially Holly, someone new to dominate her maybe.
My god, its Holly Willoughby! Beautiful sexy Holy Willoughby is touching me, licking my boobs
, she thought, stoking her excitement.
Feeling the nipple under her hand getting larger and harder, Carla pulled away from Holly. Licking her lips, she unclasped the front catch of the black bra, releasing the two huge and surprisingly firm heaving tits. Her eyes focused on the large nipples, almost an inch long, poking out from small areolas. No words were shared as both Carla and Holly both ducked down, their lips latching onto the large nipples, suckling hard, tongues probing and tasting.
Loud groan escaping her lips, Carol Kirkwood watched as the younger women suckled on her. Her nipples ached with pleasure at the feelings of lips wrapped around them, mouths sucking hard and tongues lashing her. It wasn't just her teats that were excited: between her legs, she was wet, drenched even. She couldn't keep still, squirming as she pressed her tits towards the sucking women.
With a loud pop, Carla pulled away from the tit. A second pop sounded as Holly pulled back, but not before swiping the engorged nipple with her tongue, a string of saliva connecting them for a moment.
"Wow, Carol your boobs are huge, and your nipples...amazing," Holly gasped, pinching the nubbin again.
"Hmm, it feels so good when they're sucked on," she replied, Scottish accent catching on a sigh of pleasure as Holly twisted her teat.
Carla stood up and moved to the facing sofa and sat down. Looking at the two blondes she saw one with her huge tits out, the younger playing with her nipples, still fully clothed.
They could pass for mother and daughter
, she thought with a smile.
I can think of a dozen 'filmmakers' who'd enjoy making a mother/daughter porno with them
.
"Carol, your knickers are very wet this morning. Tell Holly why they're like that," Carla said.
Although blushing deeply, Carol didn't hesitate, turning to face Holly and said, "My producer had sex with me throughout the morning broadcast and kept ejaculating inside me. My knickers are wet because his sperm is leaking out of me... And because I enjoyed what you and Carla were just doing to me."
A look of shock quickly turned to one of heat on Holly's face as she turned to face their agent.
