Getting The Job Willoughby And Kirkwood

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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.

"You are such a dirty, dirty slut Carol, walking around with some man's cum leaking out of your twat like that. Go ahead Holly," Carla said, nodding towards the Scot's skirt.

Looking down, Holly Willoughby placed her hand on Carol Kirkwood's knee, feeling it shift under her touch. Locking eyes with the older woman, the TV presenter slowly pushed her hand under the black leather skirt, instantly feeling the heat radiating from Carol's legs, getting hotter the higher she moved. Very soon her fingers were touching very wet cotton. Running her fingers up and down the very apparent slit of Carol's cunt, Holly began pushing, creating a camel toe.

Carol moaned at the sensation of being touched. She moaned again when Holly began suckling again. Grabbing her free tit she played with her other nipple, pinching hard, pulling and twisting.

On the other sofa, Carla was loving the show, her hand between her legs, rubbing her own wet pussy through her trousers and thong. But there was more that she wanted today.

"Carol, would you like it if Holly were to pull your knickers off for you?" she asked.

"Aye...please," the weather presenter said, her breathing heavy.

"Stand up then. Holly, if you'd mind, remove Carol's skirt."

Ms Kirkwood rose to her feet and stood, arms by her sides, biting her lip. Holly was surprised that the two huge tits, bigger than her own, didn't drop much at all. She gazed at those protruding nipples for a moment, wanting to suck them again, but she had her instructions.

Dropping to her knees on the floor next to Ms Kirkwood, the younger blonde put her hands on Carol's hips and turned her. Facing the leather covered arse, she ran her hands over it. She could feel its warmth but was prevented from really touching that big bum. A little frustrated, her fingers quickly pulled the zip down and released the button. Grabbing the hem of the skirt, Holly yanked the garment down to the floor.

Seeing the leopard-print knickers snuggled tightly against Carol's big bum, Holly grinned.

She's really got a thing for animal-prints

, she thought. The knickers seemed to be a size to small as they were really gripping those large arse cheeks. Like Holly, Carol was over average height, and stood even in her low heels, Holly could easily see the older woman's gusset from her kneeling position.

Her wet gusset

, she thought, licking her lips again.

Grabbing the Scot's hips once more, Holly Willoughby pushed her face against Carol Kirkwood's arse, driving her nose into the leopard-print knickers. Sniffing deeply, she inhaled the scent of the weather forecaster's arse, earthy and hot. Hands now grasping large butt cheeks, she pulled them apart as best she could through the underwear, pushed her face harder and smelt Ms Kirkwood's arsehole. Hearing the other two woman moan with surprise and desire, Holly moved her face lower, getting closer to that wet gusset.

"Bend over for her, Carol," Carla said, rubbing her own crotch harder.

"Yes, ma'am," she said in her sexy Scottish accent.

With the change in position, Holly had full access to Carol's crotch. The knickers were so tight: the wetness of the leaking semen obvious, the slit highlighted by the camel tow Holly had created. A moan of her own preceded her as the TV presenter pushed her nose against the wet underwear, sniffing, inhaling the scent of cum and cunt cream. Then she started sucking.

Ms Kirkwood sucked in a breath in shock.

Holly Willoughby! She's sucking my producer's cum from my knickers

, she thought, her cunt contracting as a small orgasm ripped through her, adding to the mixture the young woman was eating up.

Holly continued to suck the gusset, tasting the sexy mixture in the cotton. Feeling a hard nubbin on her lip, she flicked her tongue over Carol's covered clit, pushing and prodding before sucking hard.

Carol burst into orgasm, the sudden attack on her clitoris coming as a delightful shock. Hips jolting with electric feelings of pleasure, she pushed back against Holly, grinding her cunt and arse against the golden-haired beauty. Moaning, she felt Holly in turn pushing harder against her, burying her face deep against her arse and into her crotch.

On the sofa, Carla Wilson had her trousers open, hand in her thong, fingers buried in her soaking twat. Eyes blazing, she stared as Carol Kirkwood ground her arse on Holly Willoughby's face, the younger woman obviously sniffing, licking and sucking the used dirty knickers. Looking down, she noticed Holly had raised her dress, a hand busy between her own legs. Carla exploded at the wanton sight. Girl cum bubbled out of her cunt, quickly soaking into her small red thong.

Fingers inside her pink panties, manipulating her clit, Holly was close to cumming herself. She continued to suck the older woman's hard nubbin, feeling Carol shuddering in orgasm.

Getting closer...almost there...

Burying two digits deep inside herself, Holly came. Pussy juice squirted from her, splashing onto the floor. Riding her orgasm, she kept her face in the older woman's crotch.

After a few moments, "Holly, take Carol's knickers off," Carla said.

Breathing hard, cheeks flushed, Holly pulled down the wet leopard-print knickers. The gusset slowly peeled away from the twat, almost glued in place by cum and cream. Sorely tempted to push back against Carol, Holly turned to Carla. Seeing her outstretched hand, she gave over the underwear.

Bringing them to her face, Carla inhaled deeply, enjoying the aroma of man cum and girl cream. Looking Holly in the eyes, she sucked the inside of the sodden gusset, tasting what the young blonde had not been able to get.

"Delicious, isn't it?" she asked, licking the gusset now.

"Can I eat her?" Holly asked.

"Of course you can, but let's allow Carol to sit down."

Hearing them talk about her like she was just some

thing

, some sexual object, Carol's excitement began to rise again. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, leaning back and spreading her legs wide, she revealed a large dark blonde bush, a hard clitoris peeking out. Dribbling from between two big thick pussy lips was a runny cream, the remains of her producer's semen and her own cum.

Having removed her trousers and jacket and dressed only in her dark red bra, thong and heels, Carla kneeled down next to Carol. Running her hand up and down the thick leg, she dragged her nails teasingly over the Scot's thigh and looked to the kneeling Holly.

"Hmm, what do you think Carol? Would you like to see Holly Willoughby do a striptease for us?"

"Oh, yes," she panted in reply.

Grinning brightly, Holly stood and began swaying her hips. Her hands cupped her tits through her dress, pushing them up and together, leaning forward and jiggling her cleavage at the two watching women. She spun around, spread her legs and pushed her arse out to them. Swinging her hips, hands running over her cheeks, bending over, legs moving.

"Do you like my big bum, Carol?"

"Yes, oh yes!"

Laughing, Holly swung around, swaying her body, hands roaming over herself. "What about my boobs, Carol? Do you want to see them?"

"Please, please!" the Scot replied as Carla pushed a finger into her and began slowly fucking her.

Hands running from hips down to her thighs, body rhythmically swaying, Holly's fingers slowly started raising her dress. Her eyes locked with Carol's as the garment rose higher, revealing more of her sexy long legs.

"Do you like my legs, Carol? Would you like to get between them for me?"

Ms Kirkwood couldn't form a reply, her eyes riveted to the rising hem, drinking in the sight of Holly Willoughby dancing, revealing her legs. She panted.

"Do you want to see

my

knickers, Carol? How about smelling them? Does she know Carla?"

Leaning in to the Scottish woman's ear, the agent whispered huskily, "Holly's been wearing those knickers for 3 days. Can you imagine how strong they smell right now?" She licked Carol's ear as the Scot moaned.

Dropping her dress back down, Holly turned her back before reaching for the zipper. A smile over her shoulder, she pulled the zipper down, the sound joining the panting and moaning from the sofa as Carol continued to be fingered, a second digit now inside her.

Facing the pair again, Holly slowly pulled the top of her dress down, revealing a lacy bright pink bra. Again she pushed her tits together, leaned over and jiggled her boobs at the women.

"Do you like looking at me in my bra, Carol? Do you want to touch me?"

"Y...yes..." she said, nodding, eyes wide.

Rotating her hips, slowly turning, Holly put her ankles together, leaned downwards and stuck her bum out at them again. Pushing her dress down over her arse, she revealed her glorious big bum, bright pink panties defining the glorious crevice.

Again looking over her shoulder, "What about now, Carol? Does my bum look good like this?"

Carol could only nod this time, cresting waves of pleasures.

Straightening up, Holly unclasped her bra then turned, hands holding the garment to her chest. Smiling brightly, she spread her arms wide, letting the bra drop and exposing her large tits, her own pink nipples erect. She stood there beaming, dressed only in her bright pink panties and black heels.

"Do you like my tits, Carol?"

Carol couldn't answer. With Carla finger fucking her, her own hands torturing her nipples and the sight of Holly Willoughby striping, the weather presenter had been sent into another orgasm, far stronger than her first. Pussy juice spurted from her, coating her agent's hand, dripping to the floor.