Hot pants weather girl

CHAPTER SIX

The evening of the first newscast, Paula arrived early and was surprised to see Babs Conner in a rage.

"Paula!" the woman snapped at her when she walked in. "I want to see you in my office right away."

Following Babs into her office, Paula couldn't understand why the lovely redhead seemed so angry.

"Now listen to me good," hissed Babs, closing the door behind them. "I've worked hard for ten years to build up this station, and no seventeen-year-old slut is going to ruin it."

"What do you mean?" gasped the little blonde, still confused by Babs' behavior.

"I'm talking about Randy Witmore!" snapped the woman.

"What about him?"

"That's what I want to know!" shouted Babs. "What about him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about these nightly fuck-sessions in the parking lot," Babs answered.

"That's my business," Paula defended herself.

"It's all our business, you little tramp!" hissed Babs. "I've worked too hard improving this station to let a little seventeen-year-old bitch ruin it."

"Don't you talk to me like that!" Paula shouted. "I'll fuck whoever I please!"

"No you won't!" screamed Babs. "Not if you want to keep your job here."

"Who'll fire me?"

"Me!" yelled Babs in a shrill angry voice. "I'll fire you!"

"Mr. Marshal will tell you to go to hell if you try it," sneered Paula. "He likes my hot little pussy too much to let you fire me."

"Bullshit," Babs laughed in a softer voice. "He wouldn't touch your hot little pussy if he knew Randy were using it, too."

Paula just stared at the woman, wondering if she would really fire her on the night of their first broadcast. She could suddenly see all her dreams crumbling around her.

"Listen, Paula," said Babs in a cool voice. "If Wayne were to find out that you've been dropping your pants for Randy as well as him, he'd fire you both. That would ruin the whole newscast that we've been trying to put together."

When Paula didn't answer, Babs continued. "I don't want to see that happen, so I want you to stay away from Randy Witmore except when you're in front of the camera. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," answered Paula in a small voice, relieved that the woman wasn't going to fire her.

"I've already talked to Randy about it," Babs continued. "And I'm sure he'll stay away from you from now on, and I expect you to do the same. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Now go get ready for the broadcast," said Babs, turning away from the trembling girl.

Later, when the news team took their seats behind the desk for the broadcast, Paula was almost afraid to look over at Randy. The girl had never been so nervous in her life, and when the camera's red light flashed on, her knees were literally knocking together. She suddenly realized that thousands of people were staring at her at that very moment. She could hear Randy reading the news in his deep resonate voice, yet the words seemed only a distant drone to her until he announced Paula as the new weather girl.

Rising from behind her desk, the girl smiled at the camera, and then walked over to the weather charts that were on the wall behind her. Picking up the pointer stick, she began describing the weather formations. As soon as she began speaking, her nervousness suddenly disappeared.

It was near the end of her weathercast, when she was holding the pointer high on the chart, that she turned to face the camera and the strap on her gown slipped. Unknown to Paula, one of her big lush nipples was suddenly revealed to the entire television audience. The camera quickly cut to a close-up shot of her face to hide her bare tit, but the damage had already been done.

Watching the news at home, her father jumped to his feet in a wild rage. He'd been upset about her brief attire ever since the first billboards appeared, but this scene tonight was outrageous. How could he ever face his friends and business associates after his young daughter had displayed her nipple to the entire community?

Angrily grasping the phone, he dialed the station and asked for Mr. Marshal.

"Who's calling?" asked the receptionist.

"Mr. Drew Weston!" he shouted in an angry voice. "I'm Paula Weston's father!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Weston," came the receptionist's voice after two or three minutes. "Mr. Marshal is tied up and can't take any calls this evening."

"Fine!" Drew roared into the phone. "You just tell that son-of-a-bitch that I'm on my way down to the station, and he'd better not leave until I get there!"

When the receptionist relayed the message to Wayne Marshal, who was in Babs' office watching the news on a monitor, he turned to the young woman.

"Jesus, Babs," he sighed. "Old man Weston's all uptight about that tit shot. He's coming down here."

"What can he do about it?" she asked, thinking what a lot of trouble the young teenager was giving her.

"He could make the girl quit," he replied. "After all, she is a minor."

"Maybe that would be the best thing for all of us," sighed Babs.

"Not on your life," he laughed. "After that shot tonight, the whole town will be watching our news tomorrow."

"How are you going to handle it?" she asked.

"I'm not," grinned Wayne. "You are."

"What?"

"I want you to try and calm him down," he explained. "Then I'll talk to him tomorrow when he's in a more reasonable mood."

"What will I say to him?"

"That's up to you," smiled Wayne as he started for the door. "I'm getting the hell out of this station."

Babs was quite surprised at Drew Weston's handsome appearance when the receptionist escorted him to the woman's office a few minutes later.

"Good evening, Mr. Weston," smiled Babs. "Won't you sit down please?"

"I want to see Marshal," he half-shouted as the receptionist closed the door behind them.

"I'm sorry," smiled the lovely redhead. "He's been called away on urgent business, but I'm sure I can help you."

"It's about my daughter, Paula," he answered, slumping into the chair in front of Babs' desk. "She's finished as your weather girl. I'm forbidding her to work another night."

"Why?"

"Why!" he roared. "How can you ask, why, after that disgusting scene tonight?"

"Please, Mr. Weston," she smiled sweetly. "That was an accident and I'll assure you it won't happen again."

"I know it won't!" he roared. "Because Paula won't be here any more!"

"Please, Mr. Weston," she smiled at him. "Let's just talk about it calmly."

"What's there to talk about?" he asked in a quieter voice, suddenly aware of the redhead's dazzling beauty.

"Accidents do happen," she continued, "and I'm sure it won't happen again."

"It wouldn't have happened tonight if she weren't wearing so little clothes," he mumbled.

"But she has such a beautiful body," smiled Babs. "It's a shame for her to hide it."

"And it's a worse shame to boldly expose it," he argued.

"Mr. Weston," smiled Babs, getting up from behind her desk and walking around to the front of it where the man was seated. "What have you got against a woman's flesh?"

"It's not that," he stammered, her closeness giving off the exotic scent of her delicate perfume. "It just doesn't seem decent."

Perching herself up on the edge of the desk with her short skirt hiked up, her lovely bare thighs were only inches from the seated man's eyes. Watching him closely, Babs was thinking how much fun it would be to seduce this prudish, handsome man. To please her boss, Babs never wore panties in the office, and as she sat on the desk top, she slowly crossed her bare legs, hoping Drew Weston would get a quick look at her little red-fringed pussy.

"Most men enjoy the sight of a woman's flesh," she smiled, seeing him glance quickly at her briefly exposed snatch. "Why don't you?"

"There's a time and place for everything," he stammered, shocked by the brief glimpse of her soft red bush.

"When is the time and place?" she asked, uncrossing her legs and parting her thighs slightly to give him an unobstructed view of her slit.

"Not in front of a television camera," he gulped when his eyes fell on her warm, wet cuntlips.

Drew was certain that the beautiful young woman was completely unaware that she was exposing herself, but he still found it extremely disconcerting.

"Do you like my flesh?" she whispered softly.

"What?" he stammered.

"You're looking at my bare legs," Babs smiled. "Do you like them?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," he answered nervously, quickly averting his eyes.

"What's your first name?" she asked softly as she began gently swinging her legs back and forth.

"Drew," he answered.

"Hi, Drew," smiled the woman. "I'm Babs."

In spite of himself and his rather prudish thinking, Drew was getting a hard-on as he continued taking quick glances at the delicate softness of her juicy slit nestled in the little triangle of fiery-red pussy hairs between her soft creamy thighs.

"Drew," she whispered. "Do you like my bare flesh?"

"I guess so," he admitted.

"Then touch it."

"What?"

"See how nice it feels," she laughed, taking his hand and pressing it against the inside of her partially open thighs.

He was completely stunned, but made no attempt to pull his hand back. The softness of her bare flesh sent delicious tingles through his thoroughly aroused cock.

"Higher," she whispered, moving his hand up until his finger grazed against the soft puff of hair between her legs.

Drew couldn't believe what was happening to him when she took his middle finger and inserted it up into the moist warmth of her twat. The hot wetness of her cuntlips clinging passionately to his finger was giving him a horrendous boner.

"Oh, Drew," she giggled, kicking off one of her shoes and pressing her bare toes against the big bulge in front of his pants. "You've got a naughty hard-on."

Too shocked to realize what was actually happening, Drew just sat there with his finger in her cunt, staring at the juicy pinkness of her hot little slit.

"Drew," she whispered, lying back on the desk with her parted legs hanging over the front of it.

"Will you lick my pussy?"

With her short skirt pulled up above her hips, Babs' soft naked cunt was spread out right in front of him. The man had never tasted a snatch in his life, but he'd heard that some depraved people licked each other's genitals. Hearing Babs ask him to suck her twat, he suddenly had a strange desire to try it. It didn't seem very sanitary to the man, but the thought of it had his cock throbbing violently.

"Please," she whispered. "Please kiss my hot little pussy."

Unable to control the urge any longer, yet knowing it was a perverted thing to do, the prudish man dropped to his knees before the desk and buried his face in the hot softness between the beautiful woman's open legs. Not certain of what was expected of him, he began frantically sucking and licking the hot wiggly flesh of her juicy open slit. He was delightfully shocked at how fresh and clean it tasted as his tongue slashed up into her warm slippery little fuck-hole.

"Oh, Drew," she whispered excitedly. "That feels so fuckin' good, honey."

Sucking and slurping on her sweet pussy-flesh, he was thrusting his tongue as far as it would reach into her cunt, and the feel and taste of her hot juices seeping out around his face was driving him wild. He fully realized that he was committing a depraved act, but he no longer gave a shit.

"That's it, honey!" she squealed with joy, squeezing her soft naked thighs against his face. "That's the way to eat pussy."

She had initially provoked the man into the act in order to salvage the newscast, but now she was thoroughly enjoying it.

"Suck, baby, suck!" she cried, grinding her sopping hot slit up around his slavering mouth.

After licking up the sweet hot juices from deep in her cunt, Drew moved his mouth up and sucked her quivering clit between his lips.

"Oh, baby!" squealed Babs. "That's it, honey! That's so good… good…gooooooood!"

After deliciously teasing and nibbling her erect girl-cock for several moments, he drove his tongue up into her squishy cunt once more. The feel of her warm slippery pussy-flesh against his swirling tongue sent flames of lust burning through his entire body. With his face cradled between her soft smooth thighs, Drew's tongue was licking hungrily around in her hot, juice-slickened pussy.

"God, Drew," she sobbed. "That feels so fucking good."

The man's face was soon lathered with her slippery cunt juices as he sucked and licked her frothy pussy.

"That's it, baby!" she cried out when he once more sucked her clitoris between his lips. "That's it! Suck! Suck! SUCK!"

Realizing how much the beautiful woman was enjoying it, he continued nibbling on her hard little clitty as he teased it with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, God!" she whispered, grasping at the back of his head, forcing his mouth down tighter against her squirming pussy. "That feels so shittin' good."

The beautiful woman was lurching so wildly on the desk that Drew could hardly keep his mouth locked over her squirming slit. Grasping her gyrating hips, he thrust his tongue even deeper into her deliciously hot cunt, the sweetness of her pussy juices driving him wild.

"Oh, baby," she whispered as his tongue once more glided wetly up over her quivering clit. "That's so fuckin' good."

Completely carried away by his lust, Drew's mouth and tongue were attacking her frothy hot cunt with a renewed fury.

"Oh, shit!" she shrieked, pounding her fists on the top of the desk. "I'm gonna come… gonna come!"

With his tongue swirling wildly around her hard clitty, he sucked with all his strength.

"Oh, yes, suck, baby!" she cried out. "I'm coming…coming… commmiiinnngggg!"

When her wild orgasm finally receded and Drew stood up, Babs was suddenly aware of the big boner that was pushing out in the front of his pants.

"Oh, Drew, honey," she giggled. "We've just gotta take care of your hard-on."

The man just stood there staring at the girl's delicious little twat as she lay back on the desk with her open legs hanging over the front of it.

"Take your clothes off," she whispered, lewdly parting her cunt-lips with her fingers. "I want that big cock right here in my naughty little snatch."

Drew had never once been unfaithful to his wife, but he began quickly disrobing, eager to drill his cock up into Babs' juicy hot hole. Finally dropping his shorts, his big angry-looking dick was thrusting up proudly. Lying on her back with her ass perched on the front edge of the desk, Babs watched Drew step between her legs and insert the tip of his knob between her open cunt-lips.

"Oh, Drew," she whispered, feeling his nice thick prick sliding deeper and deeper into her juicy cunt.

Lifting her legs, she locked the back of her knees over his shoulders, screwing her slit up tighter against him, making certain that every inch of his hard dick was buried deep in her cock-filled cunt.

Moving slowly at first, Drew began pumping his tool in and out of her hot slippery fuck-hole, the entire meaty length of it glistening with her slippery cunt juices. The hot tightness of the woman's frothy twat sucked deliciously on his sensitive boner.

Excitedly pounding her bare heels into his back, Babs could feel his hard prick drilling deeper and deeper into her aroused gash. The office was soon filled with her squeals of joy, mixed with the squishing sound of his cock pumping in and out of her juicy pussy.

"Oh, darling," she panted. "Drill me good, baby! Christ what a beautiful fuckin' cock!"

Pleased that the gorgeous redhead was enjoying it so much, he began slamming his fuck-pole into her cunt with more authority. As he pounded deeper and harder, the woman raised her ass higher off the desk, offering even more of her creamy twat to his delicious assault.

"That's it, baby!" she squealed. "Bang me hard!"

Babs thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by anyone, but the sure, hard thrusts of Drew's cock was driving her wild. It wasn't the biggest fucking prick she'd ever had in her, but it was certainly doing the job she wanted.

"Oh, yes!" she cried out. "I love it! I love it! Just keep fuckin'!"

"Don't worry," he panted, increasing the tempo of his lusty strokes. "That's what I intend to do."

"I know! I know!" she screamed. "Just keep drillin' the piss outa me!"

"Christ, baby!" he gasped, fucking into her with even more force. "You're gonna get a real cunt full of jizz."

"Good!" she squealed with joy. "That's the stuff I love!"

Babs was in complete ecstasy, feeling his big sperm-boated balls slapping smartly against her soft wet asscheeks every time his glorious cock drove up into her hole.

"Oh, shit, I'm gonna come… gonna come!" she squealed, locking the back of her knees tighter around his shoulders, offering even more of her slit up for his thrusting dong.

The woman's sweet soft ass was being lifted violently off the desk with every plunge of his shaft. The feel of his big swollen cockhead pounding deep in her cunt and the tingling sensation of his thick hard rod rubbing against her quivering clitty was driving Babs wild.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed when she felt his thick hot jizz spurting out of his prick. "I'm coming, baby! Squirt me! I'm coming… coming… coming!"

As the fucking couple reached their frantic climax on the desk, neither of them noticed Paula when she entered the room without knocking. The girl was completely stunned to see her father fucking his big prick into Babs Conner's wet swollen cunt. She couldn't understand what her dad was doing at the studio in the first place.

Not wanting to be found watching them, Paula slipped out of the office, quietly closing the door behind her.