Sexy Anchorman After Dark

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In my small Kentucky town, there are two things the people like to keep up with. The Channel 8 news for the sexy anchorman and the gossip. If they only knew what their sweet, reserved Amber liked to do behind closed doors, it could fill up a month’s worth of headlines!

Now, I love to watch the news, but for very different reasons. I had acquired a part-time job as a production assistant at the news station, and comically, I was having a very hard time concentrating, not because of the work, but because of the dark-headed, blue-eyed, tall anchorman who was filling my days with dreamy desire.

His name is Tucker, and when he walks onto the set in his suit and tie with that authoritative grace that not many men can replicate, I get weak at the knees. His broadcasting voice makes my panties wet even when he’s just talking about mundane things like a cat stuck in a tree. I’m doing my best to be professional, but images of the sexy anchorman after dark screaming my name in ecstasy have me losing my train of thought.

Forecast Is Calling For Sticky Fingers

I had made it through the first couple of days of my job successfully, but I had a naughty little secret. Since starting my job, I have installed a television on the wall of my bathroom next to my big garden tub. Right before the 10:00 news came on, I poured myself a glass of wine and made a hot bubble bath. I undressed and let my body sink down into the frothy water. My head rested on the back of the tub, watching my titties bounce with the bubbles. I wanted to see my favorite sexy anchorman on TV. 

Tonight’s news was about a good Samaritan dressing as Santa and going around paying people’s rent for the holidays. I was glad my good deed hadn’t made headlines. I could see it now: Christmas Panty Boy Wish Made a Reality by Our Town’s Very Own Sexy & Talented Southern Phone Sex Goddess, Amber Belle! Could you imagine the ladies of Kentucky clutching their pearls as it aired?

I waited in anticipation until I saw the camera switch to Tucker. He began telling about the breaking news of a store being robbed. As he spoke, the only thing I could imagine was his cock breaking into my slick cunt as I pushed my fingers deep inside my pulsating pussy. I let the sound of his voice carry me to my climax, making bubbles of my own in the bath.

Sexy Anchorman

The next day, I dressed to impress. I put on my tight red top that left my breast cleavage open to view and then added a dainty necklace so I could play with the heart charm and draw attention to my chest. Confidently, I  slid on my black lace bra and panties, nude stockings, a short black skirt, and lastly, black stilettos. I was going to get that sexy anchorman after dark!

Once at work, I found his file of stories for the day and headed toward his dressing room, knowing he would be alone getting ready. I didn’t knock and was happy to see him in his underwear, preparing to put on his suit. “Oh my, Tucker, pardon me!” I squealed. I dropped the file, and as the papers began to fall out, I knelt down so that my face was level with the bulge in his underwear. “Amber, what are you doing in here?” he asked. Holy shit, he was a sexy anchorman.

“I wanted to give you a head start on your stories, Tucker.” I looked at him, then placed my hand on his hardening cock, licking my lips. “Amber, I’m married,” he said. “Breaking news is, I don’t care if you are, Tucker,” I replied as I pushed the material down until his cock was throbbing in my face. “Damn you, woman,” he said, grabbing my hair as I opened my mouth and took the length of him past my teeth, my tongue sliding down my throat. I knew he was forever mine as I watched his eyes roll back in his head as he moaned my name, allowing his hot cum to spray down my throat.

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