Trip to the TV Station - The Weather Lady

I had approached the set of a news studio and had my eye on the weather lady. She was a gorgeous Hispanic woman with a huge round bottom that stretched the skirt she was wearing, and her breast did the same for her top. Isabela was in front of the green screen while I approached. Isabela, the weather lady, was radiant, and the camera loved her. She had a bright and charismatic smile as she reported the news with a kind of peppy religious glee.

The cameras were on and they were rolling, and I couldn’t help myself. I pulled down my pants, and Isabela could see me coming, her eyes glancing at me and my hard member and then back at her monitor while she reported the local highs and lows of the day and I stood next to her.

“There’s better air quality today,” she said. I walked on set, camera rolling and had gone behind her. The rest of the crew and Isabela ignored me as I positioned myself behind her. I hiked up her skirt from behind and felt her bare butt. She had lace panties, which I quickly took off. I explored her body with my hands. My hands reached under and over her tight dress, reaching for breasts and cunt.

Isabela seemed to be used to reporting on the news while a member of the opposite sex exercised their free use rights during her reporting. My hands reached up underneath her skirt and prodded her with my fingers. I looked at her to gauge where her spots were and put in more fingers. She stammered and quivered still trying to keep upright in her heels as my fingers shoved in her cunt. I hiked her skirt up to her waist in front as well to reveal to the camera what I’ve been doing to her, my hands covered in her juices, her shaved pussy being fucked by my fingers.

“C-courtesy of the area of low pressure” Isabela tried to get out while her knees kept wobbling and buckling. I had placed my tongue all over the side of her face and on her neck. I wanted to push my tongue in her mouth, but she kept trying to dodge and continue reporting. “...that rolled through yesterday didn’t bring us a lot of rain-“

At this point, she seized up and froze and convulsed on my fingers. Her “ahh” and “uhh” sounds of pleasure interrupting her reporting of the weather. Isabela’s hips shook feverously, and her legs wobbled, and her cunt expelled a stream of her squirt, some water droplets landing on the closet camera lens. Isabela caught her breath and tried to continue, still quivering on my hand, her orgasm slurring her words and reporting. I came behind her and pushed her hips out towards me. I wiped my wet hand on Isabela’s face and tried to place one finger in her mouth so she could taste how horny she has gotten. I looked at the monitor to see a young guy behind her, and her face was now in a close-up, half of it was covered in her wetness and my spit from my earlier kissing of her.

“We needed that bit of rain to clear some of the haze and air qual-“ She stopped, I could see on the monitor facing me that her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as I entered her asshole. I began gently at first, not wanting to disturb her but it was clear this was turning her on. The elderly female director just kept signaling to keep going. I placed the clip-on mic that clipped on her top near her bottom so the audience could get a good listen to the wind noises and sex noises of my dick entering in and out of her asshole. Isabela tried to shout her reporting between her gasps as the director signaled that she needed to talk louder.

“Tomorrow will be bright and clear at 66 degrees…” she tried to get out in a loud voice that was muffled by our sex noise. “The fog, however, will roll back in by sunset.”

I continued pounding on her and placed her mic back up so she could speak at a reasonable volume. I lifted her and spread her legs in V while she bounced on me and reported, “If you are going to see the game, it’s going to be very comfortable and a great day to be outside.”

I could see her face working, trying to smile but it was mixed with writhing movements of pain that she tried to revert back to professionalism. On the monitor, she was still being bounced by me up and down with the background of blue skies and the temperatures for next week in the background. Her smile kept reverting into twisted faces of pleasure, her hands began working on herself.

Finally, the director decided to cut to the main anchor after Isabela finished her segment. Her poise was completely gone at this point. I could see on the main monitor the two anchors speaking over muffled “god fuck me!” by a local weather girl in the background.

Finished with Isabela, I let her down off my cock, and she knelt in front of me taking me in her mouth and I expelled a flurry and blizzard of cum down into the back of her mouth. I pulled my pants up and left her there to wander around the TV station and see what other places needed a light drizzle of my cock.