Rachel Riley

Blonde bombshell, Countdown presenter and star of more than a few recurring wank-fantasies of mine, Rachel Riley was walking over to Holly and I, although her eyes were firmly fixed on me only.

She was wearing a relatively simple, knee length dress, dark and sparkly. Thankfully its cut did a good job of showing off Rachel's great body and decent rack, especially as she moved across the floor towards me.

Quickly she was stood in front of us both, never breaking eye contact with me. To be honest, I couldn't imagine what it would have taken for me to have even considered dragging my gaze away from her.

She had a playful smirk on her mouth as she spoke.

"Holly, you must introduce me to your friend!" she dazzled me with a smile before finally turning to the forgotten woman I had my arm around. Was Rachel Riley flirting with me?

"Oh of course Rachel! This is..." Holly began before being stumped. She'd never actually found my name out. Here she was, being groped in public by an anonymous stranger while her husband rushed to bring him refreshment. Her pause wasn't born of any disquiet though.

"...this is a big fan of mine."

"Oh I can see that!" grinned Rachel, looking pointedly at my hand covering Holly's breast.

"And er, this is Rachel Riley." Holly offered by way of introduction.

Oddly I didn't feel embarassed or otherwise inclined to stop feeling up Holly. Instead I offered my other hand to Rachel. She took it and I quickly kissed the back of her hand, before uttering the magic words.

"I'm a big fan of yours Rachel." I said, never taking my eyes off her. Delight registered on her face, like she'd been struck by a bolt of joy. Holly clapped her hands together, exclaiming, "Wonderful!"

"I was hoping you'd say that," said Rachel, her chest now visibly moving as she breathed in deeply with excitement. Is that why she'd come over? "I know you're a bit busy now," Rachel looked pointedly at Holly, mild annoyance flickering over her face, "But could I ask you some questions?"

Were these two stunning women fighting over my attention? I gestured Rachel closer and she stood to my other side. With my free hand trembling, I rested it lightly on her hip gauging her reaction. She merely continued to smile.

"Of course Rachel, I'd love to talk to you."

Her smile widened and I was hooked. Letting go of Holly, I realised this hall, with its incessant noise, distraction and waves of pulses at my new sense, was too distracting.

"Good to see you babe," was all I offered to Holly, kissing her again for a few seconds before unwrapping my arm from around her. Taking Rachel's hand in mine, I lead her off to one of the side doors, not knowing where I wanted to go but only that I needed privacy.

In my head flashed up images of Rachel Riley wearing her trademark cocktease outfits on Countdown, each one causing my cock to thicken and grow as I walked.

We passed through some large doors and the noise almost instantly quitened to a distant murmur. Although it was well lit, there was no-one else here. Turning to Rachel, she was looking up at me with a needy expression that sent lust coursing through my veins.

Putting both hands on her hips, her questions were forgotten.

"I have to say Rachel, you look fucking insanely hot." I growled. In any other context the line would be creepy, unimaginative, corny - a failure on every front. In response though, she bit her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes at me, "Really? How hot?" she asked.

I surprised her by pushing her backwards until her back thumped against the wall, closing the distance between us until I was pressing against her. My engorged shaft pushed into her thigh and I grabbed her hand, forcing it to feel my need through the cloth of my trousers.

"Do you always think I look hot?" she asked, breathing heavily. I leaned down to kiss a line along her delicate neck and she whimpered.

"Yes." I whispered into her ear as my kisses reach there.

"What...what about my dresses?" she stammered, "Do you like the clothes I wear? On tv?"

The questions were getting a little bit stranger but she didn't sound any less **** to hear the answer. It really really mattered what I thought about her clothes. More images flashed through my mind.

"Hell yes!" I growled, and the memory of the many hard-ons Rachel had induced made me reach up and grab one of her breasts through her dress. The flimsy bra she had on underneath barely gave any resistance and she gasped in response.

"You don't think I look too...slutty do you? Or trashy?"

So that was her worry? It was obvious she dressed to show off her stunning body, that she revelled in the attention, but she didn't want to be judged for it, just lusted after.

I reached down and unzipped my flies. Knowing why I was coming the gala, of course I'd come pre-prepared - my cock sprang free, with no underwear to obstruct it. Hard and angry, I made Rachel's hand feel and grasp it. She moaned at the touch.

"This is why you dress that way, isn't it?" I said half accusingly, half approvingly. She said nothing but began slowly running her fingers up and down the thick pole of her own accord.

"I think you dress like that for attention, for men to lust after you. You want me to want you and it works." I said, "You dress like a cocktease-" She gasped as I said that, "-a glorious, gorgeous, smart, intelligent, witty, cocktease."

She was nodding encouragement as I spoke, hand now working my cock delightfully.

"Yes yes," she said excitedly, "And tell me, which outfits do you like the best? Which ones get you off?"

I thought about it for a second while she wanked me, paging through my stored memories of her different outfits.

"Honestly, most men probably like you in those tight little dresses, you know - the ones that show off how sexy your body is."

She nodded in understanding.

"But not me. I know how sexy your body is. I love you in those flowing, loose skirts."

"They can be tight everywhere else, they can be low cut or not show any of your tits," I squeezed one and then manouvered to pull her dress down. Her bra covered breast was revealed and hurriedly, I pulled that down too. One beautiful, dusky pink nipple was freed atop her lovely handful of mammary meat, and I quickly ducked down to suck and nibble on it for a second.

She gave a sexy moan in response and I felt her clamp my head to her breast for a second, before I pulled back.

"The one thing I like in your dresses? I want to know I can bend you over and fuck you", I practically hissed the word, "Without undressing you. Just take you over one of those desks, in front of the whole studio."

Her hand was rapidly pleasuring me know, slightly wet with my pre-cum, eyes glazed over in response to my words.

"Show me..." she gasped, "...fuck me!"

I didn't need to be told twice. Looking around, I saw stacks of chairs of different heights, arranged against the opposite wall. I quickly pulled Rachel over to stand in front of one, waist-high tower.

"Bend over." I commanded.

Looking back she did just that, her hands grasping the chair top, her legs straight, apart, her back arching delightfully.

The clingy hem on her dress rode up a bit but not enough. As I moved towards her she pre-empted me, reaching back with both hands - her strong core kept her in place, impressively - to hitch up her skirt until her pale, toned ass was revealed, clothed in frilly lingerie style underwear.

Did Rachel always dress like that or had she been planning a special night? As he hands returned to the chair I glanced over and saw the ring on her left hand. Of course, Rachel was married too!

"Oh well," I murmured to myself, "I'm guessing he won't mind either."

"What was that?" asked Rachel before yelping as I spanked her ass.

"I said shut up and take my cock, you brainy bimbo!"

Grasping shaft in one hand, I quickly pulled down her panties and they slipped quickly to her ankles. Reaching under, I could feel her heat and then her wetness - she was dripping, her lips opening easily to accept my fingers.

One hand on her hip, the other on the base of my erection, I nudged my glans forward until it met her hungry pussy lips. Quickly they parted and I was penetrating Rachel Riley's needy, married cunt.

We both let out a low groan as I slid all the way in, then slowly almost out. Her hole was so warm and snug - not as tight as Victoria Justice's but somehow even wetter. I wouldn't need to build up speed now - we both wanted it hard and fast.

Hands around her slim waist, I pulled her towards me as I began thrusting, the unmistakable wet fucking sound filling the corridor. "Oh fuck yes!" I gasped, delirious as I jack hammered into her. Rachel's expensive earrings swang wildly with each movement, and she repeatedly moaned like a porn star in response.

Nothing about her display seemed faked though - the stack of chairs rocked as she grasped and moved them, her hips willingly seeking out my every invasion. Her hair, tightly pinned up, was starting to become bedraggled as she shook her head like a mad woman.

"Oh oh oh!" she called out, "Yes yes yes! Fuck me so fucking good!"

I was at that moment, as I began accelerating my pace, that the door to the hall opened. In walked a male guest, looking around before immediately fixing his gaze on us. He looked shocked, appalled, upset. Shit I thought has my magic worn off?

"Rachel!" he said, quickly moving towards us but only looking at the woman, bent over, that I was currently ploughing, "Really? Tonight of all nights?!"

He was pissed off but not, it seemed, with me. My presence was barely noted.

"Later baby, can we talk about this later?", she half waved him away, not slowing down her pace for a moment. I however was doing just that, as I figured out what was going on.

"Don't stop!", she ordered, turning to glance back at me, " I'm so close to cumming!"

Slow down I did though, although I helpfully took one hand from her waist and reached under, feeling where my cock entered her hole. Moving my fingers up, I began rubbing her wet clit as I watched the scene in front of me play out.

"Oh...fuuuuck!" Rachel moaned in response, her body tensing up.

"Can you not do this some other day? Not today of all bloody days!" the man continued to remonstrate, extremely angry, before finally gesturing to me, "He's fucking you! That should be me!"

My suspicion was confirmed then - this was her husband. And the spell was evidently failing. Ah well, I'd had a good run. A last fuck with Rachel Riley before this man throttled me to **** wouldn't be a bad way to go out...

"You wouldn't understand Pacha" said Rachel, and I could hear the slight tone of disdain in her voice, "I need this. So does he. And I don't hear you complaining when it pays for our house, or our lovely life! Look, baby, can we talk about this later, when we're done?"

"When you're done!" he exclaimed, pointed at me with a quivering finger ever as he kept arguing with his wife, "Ok but he better be wearing protection." Finally he looked at me, spoke to me, "You better be wearing a condom!"

Finally he stormed off, back out into the hall. Leisurely, I resumed my movement back and forth into Rachel's welcoming cock-sheathe, slowly manipulating her clit.

"So...should I put on a condom?"

The blonde presenter surprised me by standing up, pushing me back slightly so I slipped out. She grabbed one of the smaller stacks of chairs and turned it round, before perching herself on top. Facing me with a mischievous smile, she beckoned me closer. As I complied, she began stroking my dripping shaft.

"Do you want to put on a condom?" she asked, cocking her head.

"Not really," I shrugged, "What was that? What did he mean about today?"

"That was Pacha, my husband," she rolled her eyes before letting go of my cock. Flicking her panties off her ankle, she hunkered down in her chair until her crotch was nearly hanging off the edge, and opened her legs wide. It was a sexy display of control, her toned legs taut as they stayed split, her completely bare pussy revealed to me.

Perhaps she wanted me to eat it but I was too aroused for that. Cupping her ass in both hands, I bent my knees and re-entered her easily, before slowly starting to dick her.

"I love him but he doesn't really understand the business, or my - oh!" she exclaimed as I resumed thumbing her love-bud, "-or my needs sometimes."

As I was fucking her now I could see the pretty red glow on her cheeks, her breathing getting heavier and heavier, her eyes twinkling. She was close.

"And the thing about today?"

"Today, tomorrow, any day - this is a full time job. One that I love of course...I think that annoys him too."

As I began slowly thrusting harder, pressing more firmly with my hum, she hissed a "Yesss!" before continuing, "I love this. I love your cock - your big, hard, aching cock, aching for me! Oh god, harder, harder."

I complied and it was becoming harder for her to speak, her voice strained, her body tensing.

"You ache for me but I need you to keep coming back," she explained, "To fuck me instead of the Holly's or Fearne's or", she gestured dismissively, "whoever else."

I understood, or thought I did, but partly I was thinking about pleasuring her and concentrating on that task. As my muscles started to ache with effort, fucking her as fast as I could, a thought came back to me.

"But what did he mean about today? Was it..." I thought about the lingerie she was wearing, "...is it his birthday?"

She laughed for a moment before her pleasure over took her and she couldn't spare a breath on it.

"No no I'm...oh fuck yes...you see I'm......there, there, there!" I worked to get her over the line, straining every sinew, my balls threatening to burst, "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum," she gasped one last cry, "I'm....ovulating!"

Her body froze in climax, trembling and shuddering, head thrown back against the chair, lips moving soundlessly. I thrust a few more times before the word registered with me and then it was too late.

Buried to the hilt in Rachel Riley's welcoming pussy, my cock began painting the insides of her fertile womb with thick baby batter. My mind was frozen in shock but my hips knew what to do, making micro thrusts to ensure every last drop of seed was implanted with in the beautiful young woman beneath me.

Slowly, she began to come down off her high and her expression moved from a grimace of pleasurable torment to a relaxed, satisfied smile.

She reached forward and grabbed the lapels of my suit, before pulling herself up. I helped her until she was sat up, and I was knelt in front of her, my limp cock slipping reluctantly out of her.

Rachel kissed me, passionately, her tongue stroking mine obscenely while I passively accepted it, in shock. Finally she drew back, looking me in the eyes.

"I really hope you knocked me up." she said, arms around my neck in a loving embrace.