Hot pants weather girl

CHAPTER THREE

Paula was shaking with excitement when she entered the television station the next day for her audition, but her mind was still on Rex's big hard cock. Thinking about it, she wished she'd let him fuck her last night. The thought of having his neat hard cock stuffed up between her legs was making her virginal twat drip with lust.

"Hi," she smiled nervously as she walked up to the pretty young lady at the reception desk.

"May I help you?" asked the receptionist.

"I'm Paula Weston," said the nervous girl. "I'm auditioning for the weather-girl job."

"Oh, yes, Paula," beamed the young lady behind the desk. "Miss Conner is expecting you. Just walk through that door at the end of the hall."

When Paula entered the woman's office, she was startled by Babs' beauty.

"Hello, Paula," smiled the lovely redhead when the girl walked shyly in. "You're even prettier than your picture. I'm Babs Conner. Won't you please sit down?"

After only a few minutes of light conversation, Paula was completely at ease.

"Have you ever done any work in front of a camera?" Babs finally asked her.

"No," admitted Paula. "And I'm half scared to death."

"There's nothing to be scared about," the woman assured her. "You're a beautiful young girl and I'm sure you'll photograph well."

After another few minutes of chatter, Babs picked up the phone and asked Wayne Marshal to come in and meet Paula.

"Mr. Marshal owns the station," she said to the girl as she put the phone down. "I'm sure you will like him."

That was the understatement of the year, because when Wayne Marshal entered the room, Paula was completely overwhelmed with the older man's charm and good looks.

"You are a very lovely young lady," he smiled, extending his hand when Babs introduced them. "I'm sure your audition will go quite well."

"Thank you," Paula blushed, excited by the way the handsome man tenderly clung to her fingers.

Paula was wearing a blouse and skirt, and the girl was conscious of the way Babs was studying her figure as the three of them walked down to the sound studio where she was to audition.

"That's quite a pair of boobs," smiled the lovely redhead, "I'd loosen the top two buttons of your blouse for the audition. Let the camera get a bit of your cleavage."

After Babs had introduced her to the camera crew, she handed Paula an old weather script.

"Just sit down behind that desk and read it through a few times," she suggested.

"Where's Randy Witmore?" asked Paula as she sat down behind the familiar desk that she'd seen so many times on television.

"It's not necessary for him to be here for an audition," Babs explained.

Disappointed that she wasn't going to meet the handsome young newscaster, Paula began reading her script.

"Are you ready?" asked Babs a few minutes later when Paula had read the weather report several times.

"I guess so," she answered in a nervous voice.

"Okay," Babs smiled. "Just try not to be nervous. Watch the red light on camera two, and when it comes on, start reading. Look up at the camera as much as possible when you read."

Up in the control room, the director was talking over the microphone to the crew who were all wearing headphones.

"Roll the tape," he called out. "And record the slate."

After a few moments had passed, he started the countdown and when it was completed, he flipped the switch for camera two. When the red light flashed on, Paula began reading the weather report in a rather tight nervous voice. The director let her read for a minute or so before he cut.

"Paula," he called down to her on the intercom. "Try to relax a little. You're a bit uptight, dear. Just take it easy and read a little slower. Okay, stand by for another cut."

This time she seemed much more relaxed and after a couple of minutes, he directed camera two to zoom in tighter on the girl.

"My God," gasped the audio man who was sitting in the control room with the director. "Look at those knockers."

"Jesus," grinned the director. "Those are some melons."

He let the tape run a few more seconds before he cut and walked down onto the studio floor.

"That was much better," he smiled, walking up to the desk where Paula was sitting. "But can you show us a little more of your boobs?"

"What?" blushed the nervous little blonde.

"Unbutton your blouse a little more," he continued. "And open it wider."

Aware of what the director wanted, Babs walked over and rearranged the front of Paula's braless blouse. Barely covering the girl's nipples with it, she left most of her big lush tits deliciously exposed.

"That's better," smiled the director when Babs was finished with the girl. "Let's try it again."

When the tape was once more rolling, the audio man grinned. "Her voice is nice and pleasant."

"Who the fuck cares," the director laughed excitedly. "She'll get a helluva male audience with those tasty tits."

"You're not shittin'," the audio man smiled. "She can walk into my living room any evening with my weather report."

They shot three or four more takes before deciding the audition was over.

"Okay," smiled Wayne Marshal who'd been down on the studio floor watching the taping session. "That's it, Paula. They're all finished."

"Was it all right?" she nervously asked.

"We'll soon see," answered Wayne, and then turning toward the control room. "Hey, Lance, play it back on the studio monitor."

Paula was shocked when she suddenly saw herself on the screen. It made her blush to see the big expanse of bare flesh between her tits, but she secretly liked her sexy appearance.

"What do you think?" asked Wayne, looking over at Babs.

"I think she'll work out great," she beamed. "We'll have to give her some training, but those boobs should sure add to our newscasts."

"Do I get the job?" Paula asked excitedly as the three of them walked down the hall toward his office.

"We still have other girls to audition," he explained. "But I think the job will be yours."

After they'd discussed the subject for a few minutes in Wayne's office, Babs excused herself for an appointment she had with an important sponsor.

"You're a very pretty little girl," smiled Wayne when Babs had gone.

"Thank you, Mr. Marshal," she smiled, pleased at the attention the man was giving her.

Seated on a sofa across from his desk, Paula's blouse was still open, showing her luscious boobs. Her smooth upper thighs were also deliciously exposed beneath her short skirt. She was a bit embarrassed at the way he was staring up between her legs, but she found it quite flattering, and it was rather exciting that such an important man was interested in her. Maybe it was her imagination, but Paula felt that this handsome older man was lusting after her.

"You have very pretty legs," he spoke after a brief interval of silence.

"I'm glad you like them," she grinned, recrossing them to give him a better view of her thighs.

Rising from behind his desk, the man walked across the room and gently grasped Paula's shoulders, lifting the girl to her feet. Tenderly taking her beautiful young face between his hands, he casually stared down at her delicious figure, his cock stirring wildly in his pants. Wayne had fucked plenty of lovely young ladies in his life, but this was the sweetest, freshest youngster he'd ever seen.

The feel of his gentle hands against her face and the burning passion in his eyes sent a warm wetness flowing in her loins. When he drew her toward him, Paula eagerly offered the man her softly parted lips. She felt a warm glow spreading through her entire young body when his tongue slipped hotly into her mouth. As he held her close to him, Paula could feel his cock throbbing against her belly through their clothes.

"You know I'm going to fuck you, don't you?" he whispered when their lips finally parted.

"Yes," she answered in a soft voice. "I know you are."

Why shouldn't she let this wonderful man take her virginity? After all, he wasn't a mere mortal. He was a powerful man who owned a television station and she was now in show biz. She'd often read about how people in this business always fucked their way to the top, and today she'd launch her career on this handsome man's couch.

"I'm going to grind my cock all around in your sweet little cunt," he continued in a hoarse whisper. "I'm going to fuck you deep and hard, and then I'm going to fill your cute little belly full of hot cum."

The extremely naive girl was strangely thrilled by his words, excited by his use of such obscene, but vivid language. His lewd words seemed to stimulate the girl, adding fire to the lust that was already burning in her dripping slit.

Paula momentarily thought about telling him she was a virgin, but decided against it because in a very short time she wouldn't be one anyway.

"God," he whispered, slowly unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of your cute little twat."

"Oh, yes," the girl panted, thrilled by his use of lewd language. "I want you to fuck the shit out of my hot cunt."

Paula was finding it highly erotic and very exciting to be using this obscene language in front of the lusting man.

"God, what a pair of tits," he whispered hungrily when he'd removed her blouse.

Next he unzipped her skirt and peeled it down over her curvaceous young hips. Picking the teenager's soft little body up in his arms, Wayne carried the youngster over to the couch.

"You sweet fuckin' angel," he panted as he laid her down on the soft cushions.

Spread out almost naked on the sofa, except for her little bikini panties, Paula stared up at the handsome man as he slowly began disrobing. She had known him for less than an hour and he was about to pluck her cherry, and now as he dropped his shorts, Paula was more than pleased by the sight of only the second hard cock she'd ever seen.

Lying down beside the youngster, he drew her trembling body into his arms, burying his face in the soft deep valley between her big luscious tits. Quivering with a wanton lust, Paula could feel the hot wetness of his lips tasting the soft flesh of her beautiful knockers. Thinking about a cock being stuffed up between her legs for the first time in her life, Paula felt a gush of cunt juice seeping out of her aroused slit.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Marshal," she whispered when he slowly sucked one of her hard tingling nipples into his mouth.

Tossing her head back, the young girl's long blonde hair cascaded beautifully over the cushion. Trembling with anticipation, she closed her eyes, letting the incredible good feeling of his sucking lips flow all through her young body.

While the man was deliciously working on her erect titty-buds with his hot mouth, he dropped a hand between her legs and slowly moved it up along her inner thighs. The still room was filled with the erotic slurping sound of his sucking lips on her juicy nipples as his fingers teased up between her legs, getting ever closer to her steamy crotch.

Paula felt a trickle of warm moisture dripping into her soaked panties as his finger moved closer to her slit.

"Oh, God," she panted, finally feeling his fingers moving over the soft hairy mound beneath her wet panties.

Spreading her thighs wider apart, Paula felt his thick masculine finger slipping up through the leg opening of her panties, eagerly seeking the hot wetness of her slippery little slit. It felt deliciously wicked to her when this older man's sophisticated finger parted the tendrils of her damp pussy hair and slithered up into the scalding wetness of her juice-slickened twat.

"Ooooooooooh, Mr. Marshal," she panted, screwing her hot young cunt up around the base of his embedded finger. "That makes me feel so naughty."

Closing her eyes, the young girl was luxuriating in ecstasy, feeling the delicious stroking motion of his thick middle finger floating in and out through the soft slippery folds of her hot sucking cuntlips. Screwing her frothy little slit up around his plunging finger, wave after wave of erotic pleasure flowed through her little passion-aroused body.

"Ooooooooh, Mr. Marshal," she panted, feeling his teasing mouth sucking and pulling on her swollen nipples as his finger continued skewering around in the hot moistness of her dripping twat. "That feels so good – so good."

Each time he withdrew his finger from the hot depths of her cunt, he would slip it up high between her pussy-lips, gently teasing her hard little clitty until the girl began squealing from the intense pleasure.

"Oh, God, Mr. Marshal," she finally sobbed, reaching for his thick hard dong. "Please put it in me. I can't wait any longer."

Paula fully realized that this first time would probably be quite painful, yet she simply had to feel that beautiful big cock in her cunt.

"Please," she repeated.

She could feel her heart pounding hard when he slipped his hand beneath the elastic waistband of her panties and peeled the wisp of damp nylon down over her sweet soft ass and legs. With her luscious pussy now bared naked to him, she could see the wild lust in his eyes as he stared hungrily at the juicy slit that was peeking up wetly at him from the soft nest of golden pussy hairs.

Kneeling between her soft open thighs, Wayne clutched the base of his bloated shaft and eased his cockhead up between the hot wetness of her slippery cuntlips. Paula had never had a prick in her twat, yet she had absolutely no fear of this man's big throbbing boner, and she couldn't wait to feel it stuffed up between her legs.

Completely unaware that this sexy little blonde was a virgin, he flexed his ass muscles and drove the entire length of his thick cock all the way up into her slippery hole with one long swoop.

The cunt-splitting pain was so intense that Paula couldn't even cry out. The agony of it seemed to numb her whole body, and then as feeling began returning, she felt nothing but pleasure as her tight little cunt closed deliciously around his thick meaty cock.

"Ooooooooooh, Mr. Marshal," she whispered as tears of passion filled her eyes. "That feels so good."

"Oh, baby," he panted. "Are you gonna get a fucking."

"I know! I know!" she sobbed, excited by his use of obscene words.

"Tell me about it," he panted.

"You're gonna fuck that big hard cock in and out of my hot little cunt," she whispered, excited at the sound of these lewd words coming out of her own mouth.

"And then what?" he asked excitedly.

"Your beautiful big cock is gonna fill my belly full of fuck-cream," she continued, her foul language strangely arousing her.

"You bet it is!" he panted, partially withdrawing his thick shaft for another thrust.

"Oh, yes!" she squealed with joy when his stiff boner plowed back up into her hot little fuck-hole again. "Fuck me good, honey! God, how my cunt loves that big hard cock!"

Slowly pumping his throbbing boner in and out of her little teenaged pussy, Wayne reached around her hips and cupped his palms around the delicious softness of her wiggly little asscheeks. Goosing his fingers into the soft crack between her sweet buns, he continued fucking his stiff rod into the steaming hotness of her young pussy, each thrust bringing a more intense pleasure to her writhing body.

"Ooooooooh, Mr. Marshal!" she shrieked, half-crazed by the wild ecstasy. "I love that fuckin' cock of yours! Oh, shit, I love it! I love it!"

In all his years of chasing pussy, Wayne Marshal had never met anyone like this hot little blonde who was writhing so wildly beneath him. As he drove his big dick into the youngster, she was fucking back like a savage animal. He'd never experienced anything like the way she was cursing and clawing at him as she ground the hot wetness of her tight little cunt up around the length of his cock.

"Oh, you sweet fuckin' darling," sobbed Paula, feeling his broad chest rubbing back and forth against the soft pliant flesh of her big-nippled tits while his thick meaty prick drilled deeply into the hot depths of her tight sucking little cunt.

Wanting him to drive his big slippery dork even deeper into her writhing belly, Paula pulled her knees back and locked her ankles around his back, screwing her feverish loins up to give him more penetration.

"Oh, sweet fuckin' piss!" screamed the youngster. "Give it to me good, Mr. Marshal. Fuck the shit out of me!"

In response to her frantic urging, Wayne increased the force and tempo of his plunging cock, feeling the hotness of her juicy cunt sucking and clinging to his pistoning boner.

"That's it, you sweet fucker!" she squealed with joy, grinding her frothy little slit up tighter around the base of his plunging rod. "Goddamn, can you fuck, baby! Jesus, what a cock!"

The lovely girl's face was covered with a mask of fiery lust, her deliciously naked body writhing with passion. She was no longer aware of anything except the big shaft of hard male meat that was driving in and out of her hot sucking cunt. She could feel every ridge, vein and bump on his glorious dong as it plowed into her simmering loins.

"Oh, fuckin' Jesus, Mr. Marshal!" she cried. "I love your cock, honey! OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

On the brink of her rapidly-approaching orgasm, the girl dug her bare heels into the crack of his ass to urge him on.

"Oh, sweet darling!" squealed Paula, tearing at his bare shoulders with her nails. "I'm almost there! Almost there!"

Feeling his own ejaculation building up deep in his balls, Wayne began drilling harder and deeper into the deliciously hot depths of her slippery fuck-hole.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, pounding his back with her little fists. "Make me come, honey, make me come!"

Giving a last vicious plunge, Wayne's big lusty cockhead spewed a torrent of thick hot jizz into her cunt, triggering the child's wild orgasm.

"That's it, baby!" she shrieked, feeling a man's cum squishing into her belly for the first time. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

Later, as the exhausted girl lay in his arms, slowly recovering from her wonderful orgasm, she felt like kicking herself in the ass for waiting so long. If she'd known how wonderful it was, she'd have started fucking years ago.