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The Oral Bank Teller

By: the_dodger



My name is Michael. I'm 48, happily married, and I own a successful convenience store in the NY metro area. Owning a cash business like mine translates to lots of trips to the bank. I've been banking in the same place for over 5 years now so I know everyone there on a first name basis. It's my favorite place to visit. It also helps that with bags full of cash everyday, I get the royal treatment from all the foxy young tellers-- which does wonders for my middle-aged ego. I think maybe that's what I love best about the place: the women. Especially the tellers.

The tellers at my bank are all cute single young females paying their way through college, or newlywed twenty-something's working to help hubby save up for the first house. They're all so young and luscious and fuckable...(and I've fucked them all, in my head, many times). Sometimes I'll play these little flirting games with the ones who play back. That's a real sexual turn-on for me. I guess I'm a pretty good-looking guy, a dark haired Italian.... the girls tell me I look like a young Al Pacino. And I'm a big flirter. I sang in rock and roll bands for many years before settling in to making real money and I just can't let go of that Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll attitude... especially the sex part. I still appreciate a slim tight ass and the kind of 19-year-old breasts that defy gravity. Every so often there's a new girl on the job. A fresh face I can imagine coming on the next time I jerk off. That's always been part of the fun of going to the bank all these years. Young bank tellers are great fantasy material. 

But this is no fantasy. This is a true story about an adventure I once had with one of those sweet young bank tellers.

Her name was Allison. She had been working at the bank for about 8 months. She was 22 at the time...about 5'2, maybe 105 lbs. Petite, thin.... kind of pleasantly attractive...definitely not a turn off......but plain looking. She wore plastic horn rimmed glasses that actually worked well with her pale angular face. She had a sweet sly smile where the tip of her tongue would flick out and touch her upper lip. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when she did that. And then she'd turn away shyly and giggle off to the side like a teenager. Her soft blue eyes and long Barbie doll lashes suggested a come-hither sexuality, but the rest of her appearance worked against it. 

Her mouth was a little small but she had nice, naturally red lips that created a perfect, luscious heart when she pursed them together. Topping this slightly unusual and interesting face was a tangle of shiny reddish-brown hair that was always pulled back in a bun or piled high on top of her head. Sometimes there were two red ringlets hanging down on either side of her face, ala 1970. She always wore out-of-style polyester pantsuits or pastel cotton blouses with long drab skirts and penny loafers. Very librarian-looking. Even so, you could see that her small breasts and nice round ass were in perfect proportion to her size. I sensed that there was a real beauty under all that plainness; but it seemed like she was deliberately hiding it. She was a sweet, smart, and slightly cynical young thing and I loved flirting with her cause she truly seemed to enjoy it and always gave it right back.

One day I'm standing in Allison's line and I hear her and a guy up at her cage bantering back and forth, laughing and flirting...kind of like I do with her all the time. She's smiling like a kid, pink tongue peeking out from between her lips as she counts up his money. I'm straining to listen in on the conversation...watching her every move...when suddenly, I realize I'm getting jealous. She looks real good today, red curls bouncing around that pale face, eyes bright and alert. I watch her intently as she handles this guy with a few sexy retorts and for the first time I notice a real earthiness in the way she moves. Yea, she looks real good today, mm, mm! "This is crazy", I think to myself, "... she's just a bank teller...she could be your daughter.... and you're a happily married man"...yea...well.... tell that to my dick! Undeterred, I step up to the window after this guy leaves and do my thing.

"Allison...sweetie...lover.... I'm hurt...baby...I always thought I was the only one for you.... I thought we were going to run away together some day.... But now there's someone else... I'm crushed...." I joked.

She laughed and there was that shiny pink tip of the tongue...and the little giggle...but she didn't say anything and just did my deposit and slid the receipt over to me. She touched my hand for a moment...and her fingertips were warm and a little sweaty...and she looked straight at me with those blue eyes and whispered through pouty lips "don't be mad at me". Then she quickly turned away and headed back toward the break room. I stood there stupidly for a second and turned and left.

I actually spent some time afterward thinking about all this, and thinking about Allison the cute little bank teller as my little bank teller...feeling possessive about her talking to this other guy like that... until my next visit to the bank a couple days later.

This time the bank is busy as hell. I'm in the main line, ready to step up to the next available teller. To my left I see Allison's got a customer and I notice her glance over towards me and I see her rushing through the customer- no conversation, no banter- and call out for me to step over. Smiling to myself I stand in front of her. 

"Honey we have to stop meeting like this...I mean fate just guides me to your window", I joke. She laughs and that pink tongue slips out and I shudder a little inside.

"Well Michael, Ill just have to get you a free pass over here so you don't have to wait in that nasty line anymore." 

We both laugh. She's counting my deposit. Dainty ivory fingers with red nail polish a blur against the green bills. Then the click clack of the calculator and the receipt printer and she's handing me the deposit slip. 

"You know I was concerned that I gave you the wrong impression the other day...you know....that other customer...I mean, he's nothing...you know, I mean you..." And with me staring into her eyes trying to get whatever it is she's trying to say, she slides a folded up note under the deposit slip and pushes it under my hand. I flash her a puzzled look and, seeing that she's nervous with customers all around ...I turn and leave. 

Now, I'm really confused. I've been playing around with this girl for months now. We've talked, joked, flirted...made each other laugh, blush even a couple times. But I'd never seriously come on to her or vice versa. We were both married for chrissakes! But I knew this was no official bank note. I couldn't wait to read it...was dying to unfold the little piece of paper but I waited till I got back to the store.

I can't believe my hands are shaking a little as I open and spread the single sheet of paper on my desk: 

"...Michael, I'm hurt that you would think that I would ever choose that guy over you. He's nothing to me. You're my favorite guy around here. Not to mention you're the best looking man I know. Actually, I have been thinking a lot about you lately, picturing you in my mind...in a certain way. To be perfectly honest, I think I've been attracted to you since the first day we met. Don't be offended by this, but I like older men who are experienced and self confident. I've always been attracted to them. I love it when you come to my window and I get to serve you. It makes me feel competent and useful....and needed. And boy do I love to flirt with you. It make me feel warm and appreciated...like a woman should always feel...not like my asshole, immature husband makes me feel. He treats me like a little girl. Michael, when your standing in front of me, believe me-- my mind is not on your money.... It's on you. From the first time I met you I've felt this way. I know your married but... I can't tell you how badly I want to taste you........... Uh-Oh, I think I've said too much! I hope you're not offended. Love, Allison"

I couldn't believe what I was reading! I wasn't absolutely sure what she meant. It seemed clear enough.... but, whoa, I could get myself in a whole lot of trouble if I make a move on her and it turns out she was just being nice as opposed to my interpretation of her words as being a bit more than just that. "...Taste me?" Whatever the case I would surely find out. I grabbed a pen and paper:

"Allison. Thanks for the compliment. Your words mean a lot to me, you know. I like it when a woman knows her feelings and is not afraid to express them. I've always enjoyed our little 5-minute meetings and I'd like to actually get together sometime and talk...without that window between us. But I'm confused about something you said (here goes!).... About wanting so badly to taste me. That's a very slippery word, Allison. Are we talking about tasting, as in...you know.... getting to know me.... who I am...what I'm into....or are you talking about tasting me, as in lips on lips, tongue to tongue, skin on skin? Forgive me if I misunderstand you, but I won't step over that line on my own... unless you want me to. If I'm off base here, just tell me up front and Ill never speak another word about this again. Love Michael"

Of course, next day I cant wait to get to the bank. I maneuver my way to her window and slide her my note with my cash deposit. She unfolds the note and makes like she's organizing the bills on her counter while she reads it. She quickly drops it into her handbag under the counter and proceeds to count the money and do her thing. Maybe its me, I think, but her face seems a little flushed and she seems very nervous. We make this a quick transaction and before handing me the deposit slip she scribbles something on the back of it and hands it to me. Outside I read her note: "If you come back later, after lunch, I'll explain" You bet baby!

About 2:30 I head back and walk right up to her with an excuse about checking my account info. She punches into her computer and instead of writing down my balance as tellers usually do (to keep it confidential) she slides another note to me. This time I can see how flushed her face is.... and her fingertips linger on mine for just a moment as she passes me the note. I feel the heat from her skin and I want to grab her hand and investigate that warmth and moisture.... but I turn again and leave.

Outside in my car I open the note. "Michael, you understood my words perfectly. I do want to taste you so badly...I want to press my lips against you, kiss every inch of you. I don't care that we are both married. My husband is an asshole. I've been told I give the best blowjobs ...that I have a mouth made for cock sucking.... but he doesn't appreciate me. He wont let me suck his cock. He says it's dirty. He say's its something only a whore would do. I know its weird but I'd rather suck cock than be fucked. I can't help it. I don't know why, but I've always been that way and I'm real good at it. I love doing it. You don't think its dirty, do you, Michael? You don't think I'm a whore because I prefer oral sex, do you? I need a man who knows how to treat me like a woman. I want to show you how good I am, Michael. You're such an attractive and sexy man. It drives me crazy being close to you all the time and not being able to touch you. I want to have you all to myself for just a little while in a quiet, private place. Ever since I met you I've fantasized about giving you a blowjob. 

"I love giving head.. I dream about doing it sometimes.... being on my knees servicing men...tasting hard cocks.....swallowing cum. I know how nasty that sounds...dreaming of tasting men's cocks...I'm so bad... but sometimes the feelings are so strong I have to act on them...and I want to act on them with you. Would you let me blow you? I'll get on my knees for you, Michael... anyway you want it; for as long as you want me. I'll do whatever you tell me. I just need to have your cock in my mouth...I need to taste the saltiness of your skin...I want to hold your (cute) ass in my hands and make you fuck my mouth. I love that. I want to feel the weight of your cock on my tongue as you shoot cum on it. God I cant tell you how often I've dreamed about it. I've masturbated thinking about sucking your cock...I feel your strong hands gripping me by my hair and guiding my mouth up and down your hard prick until you shoot your cum in my mouth and tell me what a good cocksucker I am. You've been my fantasy for a long time, Michael, but now I want to make my fantasy a reality! I wont expect anything more from you than to let me be your little cocksucker for a while. No complications, no expectations. Just sex. I've arranged to work tonight until 6, but I'm going to play sick and leave around 4:30. My husband won't expect me home till 6:30. Can you meet me at the old church parking lot on River road about 4:45? I just want to talk. Please be there. Please.... for me. Love, Allison." 

Please be there?? It took me about 30 seconds to decide and for the next two hours the clock seemed to tick forever. I left the store at 4:40 and pulled in to the Church parking lot a minute or two before she did, in her white Fiero. She pulled next to my Mustang and motioned for me to get into her car.

I dropped into the bucket seat of the little sports car and slid the seat back to stretch out my legs. It was dusk already and beginning to get dark. I turned toward her just as she loosened her bun and allowed her hair to cascade down and frame her face. I could see now that it was not really straight, but consisted of a tangle of long ringlets that reached down to her shoulders. When she shook them out the huge and unruly pile of bright red hair tumbled around her pale, angular face and made her look wild and sexy. She transformed from bank teller to cocksucker right before my eyes and my dick started to wake up in my pants. She had a real serious look on her face but she didn't say anything. Her soft blue eyes locked into mine, as I spoke softly and reached out to stroke her hair.

"Its so nice being close to you, Allison. I've always wanted to reach across the counter and touch your hair..............mmmmmm...it even smells good." My fingers twirled among the thick red ringlets and brushed lightly against the skin around and behind her ears and along the sides of her slender neck as she smiled contentedly. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted to the side as she rubbed her cheek slowly back and forth against the palm of my hand while I stroked her hair and talked to her. Her face moved sensually against my hand like a cat demanding to be petted. She was breathing heavy. If I didn't know better I'd say there was a purring sound coming from deep inside her throat.

The little pink tongue poked out of her smiling, parted lips. She still didn't speak a word, but suddenly looked up and grabbed my face between her hands and pulled me down into her open mouth. Her whole body let out a tremble so pronounced I could feel it through her fingertips. She slid her warm hands around my waist and then up my back and held me close while we kissed. God her mouth was hot! It felt like she was surrounded by a corona of heat and I had just crossed into the flame. I slid my tongue between those perfect lips, searching, but her tongue pulled back, drawing me deeper into her mouth. Her lips closed over my extended tongue and she began sucking it. Eyes closed like a contented baby, she sighed quietly as she drew my tongue in and out of her moist warm mouth and sucked it like a cock, the tip of her tongue just lightly dancing inside that hot cavern. 

What a wonderfully delicious mouth this girl had...so erotic it was like a sex organ, getting wetter and more yielding with every cock-like thrust of my tongue."Mmmm", I moaned into her mouth, and moved my hand down to her firm peach sized tits. Feeling no bra, I searched for her nipple through the thin fabric of her cotton blouse. I found the little nub and kneaded and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger until it was hard and erect. She seemed to like it best when I pinched the ends of her nipples and made her squirm in her seat. She made little throaty noises as she sucked my tongue and I played with her tits. I slid my hand down further and as I moved under her long skirt her legs parted for me and my palm came to rest against very wet and very warm cotton panties. I rubbed my middle finger back and forth between the ridges of her cuntlips while my thumb pressed little circles against her clit. Her cunt seemed to swell and open like a flower. The pungent odor of wet pussy began to rise up and fill the car. I inhaled the sweet smell and it was like an aphrodisiac, causing my cock to instantly harden like a rock in my pants. She squirmed against the leather seat and moaned quietly as I squeezed her cunt in the palm of my hand.

At that point she pulled her mouth off my wet tongue and slowly slid her hand up my thigh, palm coming to rest on my cock. She began to rub it lightly. Her head bent down a little and I watched curiously as she stared at her hand rubbing my dick. She seemed to be daydreaming. Her eyes narrowed as her lips opened and closed slightly with the rhythms of her hand. Her fingers glided along the outline of my bulge, tracing it lightly, then squeezing it gently, and then scraping a fingernail along its length. It was like, for that moment, I wasn't even there. Just Allison, my little bank teller, watching herself playing with my cock. She was making noises that were driving me nuts-drawing air between her teeth and cooing and whimpering like a puppy waiting for dinner. Suddenly she looked up at me and said, 

"Michael, I want to feel it against my lips...I... want to.... smell the aroma...I want to put it in my mouth and taste it. I know that's crazy... It's so nasty....I know I'm married ...but I cant help it...I want to be bad with you Michael... please, can I take it out of your pants?...I want to blow you right here in my husbands car. No one will see us. No one will ever know. Can I take it out? It feels so good through your pants but I want to hold it in my hand. It's so hard. I've been imagining what it would be like to hold your cock in my hand for months, to feel it on my tongue and rub it all over my face and on my lips. I want to kiss it. Oh God, I want to kiss it. A girl should always want to kiss her mans cock. Ill kiss it a lot and suck it and lick it for as long as you like. If you want to come in my mouth you can. A good woman should always want that. I'll swallow it like a good girl because I'm a good cocksucker, Michael. Please, let me blow you. I promise you'll like it." 

Needless to say I whipped my pants down to my ankles in a millisecond and slid back the seat some more. She pushed my hands to my sides to get them out of the way and then dove in and locked her sucking mouth on my neck as she undid the buttons on my shirt. She really liked to bite. She started nipping up and down my chest. In between she planted wet sloppy kisses and licked my skin with wide, open-mouthed licking like a kid licking a lollipop. Mmmm, her mouth was so fucking hot. She blew her warm breath on my nipple and then took it between her lips and kind of sucked it in and out of her mouth, letting the sensitive tip scrape against the sharp enamel as it slipped between her teeth. It pinched a little but her wet tongue soothed the pain. 

As she played with my nipples, her mouth roamed all over my upper body, biting and kissing. She began to scrape her long red fingernails (I forgot how long they were) up and down and across my belly. Every now and then a finger would slide inside my jockeys and graze the top of my hard dick, making it jump and pulse with blood. Goddamn I love to be teased like this...and she was good at it!


The Oral Bank Teller Ch. 3



Ch. 3: The Lure Of The Butterfly

If you've read the previous two stories about my extra-marital affair with lovely Allison, the sweet and very oral 22-year-old bank teller, I'll bet you're hopelessly in love with her by now. 

Don't feel foolish. Truth is, for three delirious, sex-saturated months of my life, so was I.

It made no difference that I was a happily married, otherwise sensible, mature, intelligent businessman---a reformed ex- rock n roller who had never before, and has never since....cheated on his wife. It didn't matter that I was 20 years her senior; or that she was, in essence, a shameless cockslut capable of unspeakable acts of sexual degradation. No. When Allison called, I didn't think twice.

The things that were truly important in my life mattered little during my brief time with her: my business, my marriage... the kids, the comfortable life. I risked them all for a fleeting paradise of stolen moments with an unfaithful, cum-addicted bank teller half my age. Was I nuts? Did I recklessly, callously indulge my wildest fantasies, my darkest impulses, without regard for the consequences... just for the warm, seductive pleasure of a young, hot mouth? 

Did I literally risk my whole life, and the lives of my loved ones...just for Sex? Could it really have been that simple?

Well, not exactly.....

It wasn't her unusual beauty. Our little heroine wasn't drop-dead gorgeous...no, not at all. Beneath that tangle of unruly, shoulder-length red curly hair she had harsh, angular facial features, softened by wide-set, round blue eyes and long, wispy-light auburn lashes---a somewhat confusing, yet slightly exotic look. Her long slender neck appeared gangly above a cotton v-neck blouse; but arched in swan-like gracefulness when she tilted her head back in anticipation of a mouthful of cum. Her face always seemed a bit pale, but it was pretty enough. She dressed in out-of-style polyester pant- suits, long, drab-colored, ankle-length skirts and penny loafers. But the lame clothes couldn't hide a nicely proportioned, 5"2" body with perky, peach-sized tits and a firm, perfectly placed ass.

The focal point of Allison's' beauty was her small but perfectly shaped, inviting mouth. She had lush, pouty, pink-pillow lips that, I swear, would form a cupid's heart when she puckered up to kiss the head of my cock. Perhaps I fell in love with that mouth. As crazy as that sounds, I wouldn't have been the first. Allison didn't turn many heads, but she intrigued every man she ever met. 

She certainly intrigued me. As much of a rogue as I was, I grew very fond of her during the months of our symbiotic arrangement. And what an arrangement it was! Allison got to suck cock whenever she felt the need---and the need arose in her often--- and I got to bypass my middle age crisis with an adoring 22 year old kneeling at my feet, swallowing my cum on a regular basis. She needed a man like me to stroke her young, fragile ego and in return I got a willing and accomplished fellatrix to play with for 3 months. It was a sweetheart deal!

But in addition to the magnificent way she sucked cock---and she was far and away the blowjob of a lifetime---Allison was easily the gentlest, sweetest, most sincere girl I had ever met. She was honest and straightforward to a fault. There was not an ounce of artifice in her slim bones, not a devious vein in her petite, shapely body-- except, of course, when it came to cheating on her abusive husband. That was a side of her that truly scared me. Sweet, gentle Allison practiced infidelity as though it were a black art. 

To every other guy who ever had the pleasure of knowing her, however, Allison was a lovely, uncomplicated wench with a pleasing smile and a willing mouth, always eager to accommodate. She'd rub your back....or suck your cock--- whatever you wished. It didn't matter, as long as it made you happy. This petite, unassuming, plain-Jane, 22 year old bank teller lived to please her lover. She was every middle-aged man's sexual fantasy.

And yet her attraction was something more than that. 

For instance, she was smart and very competent. Whether handling business at the bank or sucking cock in her husbands' car, she followed instructions to the letter and took great pride in accomplishing the task at hand. She accepted the role of cocksucker without question and with a measure of pride, and required only an occasional pat on the head for her enthusiastic efforts. No expectations, no manipulation, no demands. She was a perfectly submissive cockslut ... who always swallowed and never spilled a drop. 

I can honestly say that Allison was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen on her knees. She considered it the most important sexual position, and practiced hard to get it right. Her blowjobs were a maddening mix of submissive sex kitten and filthy, hungry alley cat. She could torture a cock with endless, dainty, little girl kisses or she could take 8 inches so deep in her mouth she would lap your balls while you came in her throat. On her knees, she was the picture of graceful femininity: looking up into your eyes, tongue outstretched in calm anticipation. But she would get on all fours and lick cum off a bathroom floor if she had to. She truly loved sucking cock-her happiness was dependent on it --and she didn't question her compulsion at all. In fact at the very core of Allison's' behavior was a naive but firm conviction that servicing a man with her mouth was a kind of badge of femininity, a sign of maturity, a passage into adulthood. She presented a stimulating clash of powerful sexual images---a classic angel/whore--- yet she was more than that.

For instance, she had a mischievous sense of humor. On the one hand she was very professional and serious doing business in her tellers cage, but she would do wacky things at work that made you wonder about her sanity. An example: she liked to place a dab of fresh semen behind her ear after blowing me on her lunch break. She said that she liked to taste it or inhale the aroma later on at work, when she became wistful. She thought it was so cool to taste cum in public and get away with it. In truth, it was. I watched her do it many times while serving unsuspecting male customers. She'd catch my eye in the teller's line, then pretend to scratch her ear, and bring her fingertip to her mouth to wet it for money counting. The taste of semen in the middle of the day always brought a devilish, tongue-tipped smile to her face. She considered it a statement of loyalty to secretly eat my cum in front of another man. I thought it was the most wickedly sexual thing I'd ever seen a woman do. 

Allison was naive and young and had a lot to learn, but she wasn't stupid. She knew the effect her mouth had on men. Although she wasn't educated, she was certainly intelligent enough to have sucked her way up any corporate ladder. She could have married for money. But she sucked cock because she loved to, needed to, and never used her heavenly skills for advantage. Socio-economics being what they were, Allison was perfectly happy being a bank teller. It was a good way to meet men. 

Unfortunately she was as much a victim of her obsessions as the beneficiary of their creamy rewards. Most guys she latched on to would have married her on the spot just to have her mouth to look forward to in retirement. Yet she dumped each lover as soon as she found the next good-looking man to obsess on. I knew my time with her would be short, but I didn't care. I took what she had to give gladly, and look back on my time with her with no regrets. 

As lovable as she was, Allison was also a mess of contradictions. A dutiful young wife working hard to supplement her abusive hubby's income, she was, at the same time, a dedicated cockslut relishing in debasing acts of infidelity. Cheating, for her, evened up the marital score. She went about her infidelity with a self-satisfying vengeance that sometimes scared me. For instance, she liked to let a drop or two of cum dribble from her mouth onto the carpet after blowing me in her husband's car. Later, she would spot one of these stains while she was driving around town with him and scrape a fingernail through the fabric, gathering up flakes of semen. Then she'd look at him and chew on the dried jism as they talked. What a Bitch! Worse yet, she enjoyed telling me about it. I was glad she was HIS wife and not mine.

That brings us to the husband. Tom was his name. I'd like to take a moment here to thank him for being such an asshole. Thank you, Tom, wherever you are. You were the reason she came into my life in the first place. 

She hated him. First and foremost was because he treated her like a kid. He was only 5 years her senior but about as condescending as a man could be. Allison was used to pleasing men, but nothing she did ever satisfied him. His attitude towards her created an unfamiliar seed of self-doubt, which caused her to seek affirmation wherever and however she could get it. 

He was overbearing and inconsiderate, didn't make much money and, of course, was lousy in bed. He mistook her gentle, passive nature for a lack of intelligence and will. Big mistake! She was twice as smart as he was, and once she made up her mind to act, nothing could stand in her way-not even a wedding ring. She made it her business to be the best and most skilled teller in the bank. She received praise and got raises for her efforts. She worked just as hard to be the best cocksucker she could be, and always got her creamy reward for her excellence on her knees. Everyone appreciated Allison. Everyone, that is, except her stupid husband.

His good looks had been the attraction, but now the marriage was just a bad habit and hanging on by a thread. She knew it would never last the minute she realized he would never allow her to suck his cock. That was the second Big Problem in their marriage.

He thought oral sex was dirty and sinful, something only fags and whores did. His idea of sex was to wake her up after coming home from a night out with the guys and drop his limp torso between her legs for a quick 30 seconds of artless fucking, after which he'd roll off and fall asleep. No words, no tenderness, no consideration of her needs. His were always more important and more deserving of deference. Mistake number two! She considered her need to suck cock the most important thing in her young life--much more important than an unsatisfying marriage. 

He never understood that. He was older, not wiser. Not even close. She had the wisdom to cheat on the bastard because he truly deserved it. She really didn't ask for much in their relationship.... just a man to please, a cock to suck and cum to swallow. She truly believed her oral skills would ensure a happy marriage...but he would have none of it. He wouldn't give her what she needed, so she grew to hate him and learned to get her libido stroked elsewhere. He was a fool. A pompous asshole who drove a cool sports car full of cum stains left by a cheating wife with a wicked sense of humor. What justice! Thanks to Tom and Allison, I learned there really is a God.

And that's about where I come in. 

Allison once confessed to me that before she passed me that first erotic note at the bank, she had never cheated on her husband of two years. She had agonized over her dilemma for months and finally decided that she needed some well-deserved happiness in her life. For her that meant she needed to be on her knees sucking someone's cock. He wasn't going to allow that, so the decision was simple. She would find someone who would. I was simply the first of many men who were willing to help her out.

I later learned that our initial encounter in hubby's car (see Part 1) was a catharsis of cocksucking for her. I didn't know it at the time but it had been almost 3 years since she had sucked cock. After she reacquired her taste for cum, there was simply no turning back. That explained her visit to me the very next morning for another blowjob not 8 hours after the first (see Part 2). From that point on, for the next 3 months, she would call me at work or pass me notes at the bank. The message was always the same: She needed to suck cock and could I please meet her later. I never turned her down. Shed blow me in my car, or in her husband's little white Fiero. She truly enjoyed cuckolding him that way. Often, she'd come by my store before work in the morning and suck me off at my desk while I worked the phone. She had a fondness for the lunch break. She'd slip me a note at the bank: "Lets do lunch!" it would say. She would come to the store and sit quietly in the bathroom while I interrupted her patient sucking to wait on customers up front, returning to her waiting mouth repeatedly until she got her lunch- cum and left for work. Sometimes she would apologize, as though she were imposing. Of course, I always had time for her. So much so that I probably came in her mouth 6-7 times a week for the 3 months that our affair lasted. 

But as my fondness for Allison grew I found that I wanted to spend more than just an occasional half hour with her. Slut that she was, I knew that she dedicated herself to only one man at a time and I began to think of her as "my girl." I wanted to explore her incredible sexuality more completely. I wanted to take the time to find more ways to use her mouth, for sure, but I also wanted to fuck her silly-- a thought that called into question the very nature of my relationship to her. Up to that point I simply had used her mouth for my own pleasure and never reciprocated. I hadn't fucked another woman in 12 years of marriage. Eventually, though, I felt this strange need to pleasure her in return...to be closer to her, to hold her tightly and feel her hot, young cunt spasm around my cock... to feel her nails dig into my back and watch her eyes roll up into her head as I slid into her. I wanted to hear from her lips the unmistakable moan of orgasm. 

I thought about it for weeks and decided, what the hell, it wasn't like I had a clean record anyway. I had accepted the sin of my infidelity already, so what did it matter: mouth, cunt. It was still cheating. I had planned to surprise her on this particular day with my 'romantic' intentions, but, alas, she beat me to it..........

"Hi-i," the little girl sound of her voice on the phone chirped one Friday afternoon.

"Hi sweetie, what's up?" As if I didn't know.

"Oh, same old, you know, work, work, work!," she sighed. Chitchat. I knew what was on her mind.

"Hey, c'mon, it's Friday darlin'...you have the whole weekend ahead of you. I hear the weathers going to be nice. Why don't you do something fun?" I suggested.

"Well, I know, but....I don't want to waste it with asshole" she answered, referring to her favorite nickname for hubby.

I didn't get the hint. We always met during the workweek when it was easy to steal a half hour before or after work or on her lunch break. Never during our days off. She understood that my personal time was off-limits. 

"Why don't you go shopping with your girlfriends? I suggested.

"Wow, you know me so well, Michael. I was actually planning to go to the mall with Fran and Amy on Saturday. In fact I told Tom I would be gone all afternoon. But I...I...had another idea." She replied.

"Really?" I inquired, " what's that?"

"Now don't be mad at me, Ok? And it's OK if you cant, you know....but...I...I...was wondering....if you...you'd like to get together. You know...like...like maybe go to a ...a motel or something? You can say no. I would understand....I know how busy you are all the time, but I..I just want to spend a little more time with you for once, you know?" she spoke hesitantly, almost apologetically. 

I had been thinking about this very scenario myself and I was more than ready for it. But I loved to hear her ask for sex. It always made my cock hard. I coaxed her on.

"That's sweet, honey, but you don't have to give up your day off for me. If you want I could meet you in the morning for a little while and you could still go shopping later. I could do that." I offered.

"Oh Michael, your so considerate. Always thinking about me...but....I....don't get me wrong ...I definitely want to ..you know...suck you off....you know I always want to do that....but...but...I want something else..."

"What's that Allison? She was drawing me in.

" I've been thinking a lot about this. You know how much I love sucking your cock.... and making you come in my mouth. God, I love it soooo much! It's the best thing in my life right now. But lately I've been fantasizing about... about something else. Something...different. I think...I think I want you to ....to... fuck me, Michael... I want ...to feel your cock in me. I just have this weird feeling lately. It's strange...and I'm confused, but I know what I feel. I want you to fuck me, Michael. I know we've never done it.... and I understand if you don't think we should, but...but please.... couldn't we go somewhere tomorrow for a while? Somewhere we could be alone and comfortable? I'll still suck you off all you want. You know I will. But I really....I really need to be...to be fucked, Michael."

I didn't reply right away. I was thinking.

"Michael? Michael? Are you there?" She seemed panicky.

"Yes, honey, I'm here"

She started to backpedal. "I'm sorry, I....shouldn't have brought it up. I should just leave well enough alone. I don't want to lose what we have. I am enjoying you so much, I'm sorry for asking you...."

"Allison?" I interrupted her.

"Yes?

"Where are you right now?" I inquired.

"I'm in the break room at the bank," she answered. 

"Are you alone?" 

"Yes"

"Slip your finger into your pussy for me," I ordered.

There was a moment of silence, but no hesitation as I heard her shifting in her chair. Then...

"Mmmm, yes. It feels good, Michael" she described.

"What feels good, Allison?" I played with her. She liked to talk dirty and she liked the danger of public sex.

"My finger... feels so good... in...in my ...my pussy," she whispered huskily. "It's so wet, Michael."

"Push your finger all the way in and finger-fuck yourself, Allison.," I continued to guide her.

"Ohhh, yes, sooo good....mmm. I'm doing it, Michael. It feels sooo good." She panted softly.

"Now put 2 fingers in," I instructed the young cockslut. I pictured her finger-fucking herself in the lunch room at the bank, customers all over the place and co- workers busy as bees right outside the door. The danger was as enticing to her as my sexy voice. 

"How does that feel? I asked again. I imagined her tight 22-year-old cunt, pink and wet, smooth and unstretched by childbirth. I could feel the hot velvet glove enveloping my 8-inch cock. 

"Ohh...Oh god it feels even better.... Oh, yesss....Ohhh!.... I feel so full with 2 fingers inside, Michael. I'm going to make myself come. Do you want me to do that?" She asked innocently.

"No! Don't come Allison. I don't want you to come. I want you to feel your fingers. Do you like having 2 fingers filling you pussy"?

"Yes, I do" she whispered in a husky voice.

"Then imagine how good it will feel when I slide my cock into you tomorrow. That's what you want isn't it sweetie? A woman needs that. You want to be filled with a thick, hard cock and pounded into the mattress until you scream, don't you, Allison? 

"Yes, that's what I want."

"Tell me again, Allison, so I'm very clear on this. What is it that you want from me tomorrow?" My cock was hard and I wanted to hear more.

"I...I want to make...your cock ....hard... Michael... I want you to let me take it out of your pants...and.... and play with it...and kiss it...I want to put it in my mouth and taste it... suck it. ...until it's soooo hard. Then I want you to lay me down and ...and fill my wet pussy with your.... your hard cock. I want to feel it... deep in me...I want you to ...to fuck me hard, Michael...I want you to fuck me... really hard!"




The Oral Bank Teller Ch. 3



" Meet me at the Motor Inn on 3rd Street at exactly 2 o'clock. My car will be parked in front of the room.," I instructed her. "And Allison..."

"Yes?" she waited.

"Are you still fingering yourself?

"Yes"

"Is your pussy still wet?

"Oh, god, yes...It's sooo fucking wet, Michael," she hissed.

"Take your fingers out and taste them ," I told her. There was silence but I could hear the rustling on the other end as she frantically fingerfucked herself. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of her mouth.

"Mmmm...ummm..ummm...ooohhh...goddd...ummm...ah...mmm..mmm...ummm" She brought her fingers to the receiver so I could hear her slurping up her pussy juice. She instinctively knew how to please me.

She was catching her breath as she finished licking her fingers. When she quieted down I spoke again.

"Allison?"

"Yes, Michael."

"I want you to masturbate tonight"

"Yes, Michael, I will."

"I want you to finger fuck yourself while your husband is home. I want you to think of my cock while your doing it," I instructed her.

"Yes, I'd like that. I'll do it while he's in the next room," she suggested.

"Yes, that's good. I want him to be close by while you have your fingers in your cunt imagining that I'm fucking you. I want you to realize who your cunt belongs to," I reminded her.

"My cunt belongs to you, Michael"

"And what about your mouth, Allison?

"My mouth is for sucking your cock, Michael. My mouth is for you to come in. You can do anything you want with my mouth. You can rub your cock all over it. You can masturbate in it and shoot your cum on my lips. You can fuck my mouth and spray your sperm on my tongue. I love it when you fuck my mouth, Michael. I need your come in my mouth....every day." I could tell I was getting to her.

..."Michael?," she began hesitantly.

"Yes, sweetie?" I replied

"Can I come up to the store after work and suck you off?" 

"No!" I answered adamantly.

"Please...I want you to come in my mouth so I can bring it home to asshole and let him kiss me on the cheek as it slides down my throat. I'm your cocksucker, Michael. I want to swallow your cum in his face." 

She was an angel-cunt with a devilish imagination. But I had other plans.

"No, I want you to masturbate tonight. And I want you to do it again in the morning before you leave the house. Make sure that he's close by. And one more thing, Allison..."

Yes?"

"I don't want you to make yourself come. Do you understand? I want you to finger-fuck yourself and think about my cock in you, but I don't want you to come. I want your pussy to be primed for me. I want you to come to me with a wet, hungry pussy, aching for cock. I'm going to fuck you for hours tomorrow, Allison. I'm going to make you scream and beg for it. I will make you come, because your cunt belongs to me. Understand?"

"Yes, Michael, I understand" she replied submissively. "Michael?" she continued.

"What, baby?"

"Thank you...for being.... so good to me. I really mean that."

She was so damn sweet. No wonder I was getting hooked. It was really difficult to play the hard guy at that moment, but I did. I really wanted to tell her how good she was to me, how much pleasure she had brought into my life, how much I appreciated her being around.........but I couldn't.

"Your welcome," I replied, and hung up the phone.

I awoke Saturday morning like a kid with opening day tickets to Yankee Stadium. I took my shower, fantasizing about ways to fuck Allison. The hot spray, combined with visions of the little cockslut on her knees, produced a raging erection, which throbbed as I soaped myself sensually. I consciously brought myself to the edge of orgasm several times, accumulating a ball-busting load of cum for the rendezvous with my sweet paramour. I felt like I could fuck all day and after giving the wife some excuse about having a business meeting with a supplier, I breezed out the door with the devil on my mind.

It was a quick ride over to 3rd and Market and the infamous Market Motor Inn, home of the "three hour day rate." I paid cash, signed in as Mickey Mouse, and settled into room 14 near the back of the complex. I left the car directly in front of the door so she could find me. 

It was about 1:30 as I surveyed the cheap but clean room: a wood-grained Formica dresser with a huge mirror sat against the wall opposite the bed. On it, a Styrofoam ice bucket and two plastic cups were neatly set on a cheap red vinyl placemat. There was one upholstered chair in a corner and a queen-sized bed, flanked by two drawer-less end tables. The mirror was a plus I hadn't counted on. The room would do just fine I thought, as I undressed, rolled a joint and stretched out on the bed in my favorite black silk boxers.

At exactly 2, I heard a car pull in. I jumped up and spied Allison getting out of her husbands white Fiero, her eyes fixed on door #14. She was wearing a yellow cotton blouse, opened at the throat, and cute, neatly pressed blue jeans that weren't garishly tight but fit her like a glove. The perfect proportions of her petite body were much more obvious in the jeans as her long, curly red hair bounced around her shoulders and sparkled in the sun. I had never seen her dressed this way, so casual and collegiate. For once, her penny loafers seemed appropriate. I stood there in my underwear, waiting to greet her. 

I opened the door before she knocked and pulled her into the room and right into my arms. The look of surprise on her face quickly disappeared as her mouth hungrily attached itself to my probing tongue and her body pressed tightly against my mostly naked skin. I wanted to rip the clothes off her right then and there and lick her naked beauty for about two fucking hours, but I broke the kiss and held her hand as she stepped away and did a little pirouette for my inspection.

"How do I look?" she smiled, staring into my appreciative eyes.

"Sweetie, you look adorable. I've never seen you in jeans. I like very much!" I replied honestly, standing there like a fool in silk underwear.

"Thanks, I wasn't sure if I should dress up or not. Uhm, did you wear those just for me?" she asked, her eyes directed at my shiny crotch, an impish smile on her face. She caught me off guard.

"Yes, of course," I answered, recovering nicely. "Do you like silk?"

"No, Michael, I don't like silk on a man. I LOVE silk on a man!" She whispered seductively, "Can I touch it?"

She was already aroused and right on track. I could see that she had followed my instructions and prepared herself for this. Her eyes had the far away look of a woman in love. A woman in love with cock. Little did she know how much my cock was in love with her.

"No, not yet," I slowed her down intentionally. "I want to talk. Did you masturbate this morning?" I inquired, a hint of authority in my voice.

"Yes"

"Did it make your pussy wet?"

"Yes, very wet. I had to change my panties before I left."

"Was he close by?" I asked, referring to her husband.

"I played with my pussy at the table while we ate breakfast. He didn't suspect a thing," she informed me proudly. "All I could think about was sucking your cock, Michael."

"You know I'm going to fuck you today," I reminded her needlessly.

"Yes, I dreamt about it last night," she sighed.

My cock was beginning to rise and I saw that she was staring at it. I decided that I was going to come in her mouth first before she even took her clothes off, so I began to play with her.

"You haven't sucked me off in two days. I've been saving up my cum and my balls are full." 

"Is there really a lot?" she asked innocently. 

"Yes there is," I answered, watching her tongue involuntarily dance across her lower lip, knowing her mouth was heating up in anticipation.

"If I suck you off will you still be able to fuck me?" she asked intrepidly.

"I can slide my hard cock into you all day if I want to." I was teasing.

"Do you want to?" she asked for reassurance.

"Yes, I do," I told her honestly.

"Then I can suck you off first?" she double-checked.

"Do you need to?" I played with her a bit.

"God, yes, Michael. I want you to fuck me so bad. My pussy has been wet since yesterday thinking about you fucking me, but I need to taste your cum even more," she admitted shamelessly. 

I couldn't bring myself to waste any more time. "Get on your knees, then," I ordered her.

"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" she asked.

"No."

Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and looked up at me, hands obediently folded in her lap, knees parted, sitting back on the heels of her penny-loafers. She spoke tentatively at first.

"Michael...can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"I love being on my knees for you. I want you to know that. You're such a beautiful man. I'm very lucky to have you," she spoke sincerely as I gazed down on her.

These were the moments when I felt a powerful affection for her. It was more than lust, more important than carnal pleasure. She was so sweet, so sincere in her submissiveness and desire to please that I wanted her to be mine forever. I had to remind myself that I could never love a woman whose mission in life was to swallow cum every day. Or could I? Either way, I had to play this sub/dom game, for my own sanity.

"Yes, you are sweetie. You know that you are the only woman I have ever cheated with, don't you?"

"Yes, I know. I'm very grateful for that. I try hard to please you. I do please you, don't I, Michael?"

"You please me very much," I answered. She smiled contentedly.

"I know," she said. "When you come in my mouth and your cock is throbbing in my throat, I know I've made you happy."

"You want to make me happy now, don't you, Allison?"

"Yes, I do."

"I have a lot of cum in my balls," I warned her.

She slid her clasped hands between her legs and rubbed her knees together in anticipation as she closed her eyes dreamily. "I'll swallow it all, Michael. I wont spill a drop, I promise."

God she was so accommodating. But I had something planned for later.

"I'm only going to come in your mouth once today, Allison. And I don't want you to swallow all of it, do you understand?" 

She looked a little puzzled, but trusted me. "If that's what you want I'll only swallow what you give me and be satisfied with that."

"That's a good girl," I rewarded her positive thinking as she knelt there waiting for my next move.

I reached out and threaded my fingers through her thick red tresses. She moaned softly, eyes closed, and purred like a pussycat against my hands.

"Michael?"

"Yes, baby."

"Can I feel the silk?"

I had taught her to keep her hands to herself while she sucked my cock. I didn't like them getting in the way of my line of sight. She always asked permission first.

"Yes, you can"

She reached up with both hands, sliding them along the backs of my thighs and held my ass in her palms. Gently squeezing my cheeks, her fingers glided back and forth across the shiny silk. She ran her fingernails under the hem and rubbed the material between her forefingers and thumbs. "Mmm, it feels so smooth, so sexy. I love the feel of silk on a man--especially a man with an ass as cute as yours. She giggled. I could just bite you, Michael" 

"Be my guest, but be gentle," I said, ready for anything.

She leaned forward on her knees and pressed her face to the silk, just to the side of the fly. "Mmmmm," she moaned. 

I could feel her breathing through the material, smelling it. She cooed and sighed and brushed her pale cheeks against the silky softness. The heat of her moist lips made my balls sweat. Her mouth glided up and down and across my silky crotch, obviously enjoying the smell and feel of the silk and the cock beneath. Her eyes were closed.

Suddenly she looked up. "I want to bite your ass," she said, a look of dead seriousness on her face as she grabbed my hips and motioned for me to turn around. I didn't know that I was in for a real treat.

My ass slightly above her face, she reached around in front of me and firmly grasped my thighs, her fingertips tight along the inside crease of my legs, tickling my balls, and pulled her face up to my ass cheeks. I felt her warm breath as her mouth opened and I tightened up as I felt her teeth scrape across the silk and close over my skin in a gentle bite. My cock twitched.

"Did you like that?" she asked. 

Dumb question, I thought, as I reached behind and pulled her face back into my ass. She opened up and bit me again, this time using her tongue to lick and soothe my skin afterward through the silky material. She did this 3 or 4 more times. Each time she bit, she squeezed my thighs and raked her fingernails up and down my legs. And after each bite she licked and sucked my ass cheeks through the smooth, thin silk to take away the sting and moaned softly as she swallowed her saliva. Where the fuck did this girl learn this shit? I loved it! 

So did my cock, which was now about ready to burst. 

I couldn't wait any longer. I removed her hands and began to turn around, but she suddenly grabbed my hips and held me still. She dropped down and placed her wet lips on the exposed skin of my upper thigh, just below the edge of the material, and began sucking and licking upward toward my ass. She slid her fingers under the shorts, moving the silk aside and began directly licking and kissing the skin. I could feel the exquisite sensation of her warm mouth back and forth across my cheeks and my balls began to tighten. She was making wet slurping sounds as she reached the puckered hole and slid her tongue in. 

I felt her hot mouth cover my asshole and her tongue, an inch or so inside me, slowly began to wiggle. My god, she was tongue fucking me like a Greek hooker! On her knees, holding onto me for dear life with one hand, her face was pressed against my crack as she held my cheeks apart with the other hand to allow her tongue easier access. She was moaning and whimpering like a starving puppy as she sucked and licked that ultra sensitive spot. It was hard to believe what a slut she was. And she was all mine!

I let her rim my asshole for a good 5 minutes until I couldn't take another second. I grabbed a fistful of hair and held her head as I spun around.

"God damn you, Allison" I blurted out as she looked up at me grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

I held my throbbing cock inches from her outstretched tongue. Her pink lips were shiny with saliva from her frenzied ass licking. God, I wanted to plunge it deep into her throat and make her gulp for air as I emptied a load in her gullet. But I had something planned for later and I needed to control myself.

I reached to my right and grabbed one of the plastic party cups sitting on the dresser. I handed it to her.

"Jerk me off into it" I instructed. She looked disappointed, but reached up obediently and wrapped her small hand around my raging hard-on and began pumping it. I felt the churning of Old Faithful deep inside me as my orgasm began, intensified by the sheer volume and density of sperm. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and my whole body shuddered with pleasure so intense I almost blacked out as I started to come.

The first thick spurt shot into the glass with such force it splashed upward, and a couple of gobs landed on either side of her nose and oozed slowly down towards her mouth. She lapped them up with swift swipes of her wet, pink tongue and swallowed.

Another spurt quickly followed, thicker and longer than the first, as she carefully aimed my cockhead into the cup. I brushed her pumping hand from my dick and replaced it with my own, just in time to shoot again into the milky goblet she now held up in both hands like a chalice of love.

The cup was now almost a quarter full, enough for my devilish plan, so I grasped her by her chin and laid my twitching cock on her outstretched tongue. She smiled, her trust rewarded, as a thick white rope of cum shot down its pinkness and dropped into her grateful throat. Two more milky spurts followed in rapid succession and I let go of my throbbing member to let her suck it. 

As soon as she had control of the cock she closed her lips over the head and let me shoot the rest of my load onto her gently lapping tongue. I felt that silky, hot, wet pillow glide back and forth under my cockhead and watched her throat hollow and contract as she swallowed each thick offering. Her eyes were closed; hands in her lap like an obedient kid receiving First Holy Communion. A constant, low hum of contentment emanated from her throat as she continued eating my cum. 

Soon, the spurting stopped and she sucked gently to draw out any lingering juice still in my cock. She took the softening member deeper in her mouth, where she held it, nursing gently on it for a minute or two until it began to swell again. She was calm as a cucumber and looking up at me as she sucked it back to hardness. My heart was pounding and my legs were shaking so badly I had to hold onto her head when I finally reached down and ripped my cock from her sucking lips and milked the last few drops into her mouth. She swallowed one last time and placed her heart shaped lips on the tip for a final kiss.

"Mmmm, that was so good," she purred, as I took the cup of cum from her and tried to regain my composure. 

Normally I would let her lick my cock clean at this point, but my whole body was so sweaty from her sucking and ass-licking that I needed to take a shower and catch my breath.

Still on her knees, sucking the last vestiges of cum out of her teeth and swishing her tongue around her mouth to swallow it all, she patiently waited for instructions. "I'm going to take a quick shower," I said, as I placed the cup of semen on the end table by the bed.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, used to cleaning me off herself and looking a bit disappointed.

"No, it's OK. I'll only be a minute. Get undressed and wait for me in bed," I reassured her. I stepped into the small bathroom and closed the door behind me. 

It only took a minute or two to soak my sex-stained body and regain my physical strength and I exited the hot shower feeling like King Kong ready to snatch my Faye Wray. I opened the bathroom door and stepped out. 

As the steam cleared from the doorway and the room came into view, I stopped abruptly. My dick immediately sprung up like a mutt in heat and my brain paused for a reality check. 

What I saw literally took my breath away!

Allison was on the bed, on all fours, her back arched, knees parted in a classic playboy backdoor pose. She was dressed in a one-piece satin pink teddy. She was facing away from where I stood and her graceful neck was turned back toward me, red curly hair wildly splayed around her shoulders and down her back. She had a wicked smile on her face. I could just see the edge of one upturned breast, spilling out over the material. Her perfectly round, tight ass cheeks were broken only by a thin strip of pink satin. There were two shiny silver snaps, right in the middle of the crotch.

I had never seen her this naked. She was fucking gorgeous out of her clothes. Her body was breathtaking in its perfection! I was speechless.

With a seductive, mischievous grin, she reached back over her ass and sexily glided her fingers along the pink satin crotch that stared me right in the face.

She flicked her fingers under the material... and the snaps gave.

My God! I was staring into the pinkest, tightest, wettest 22 year-old pussy I had ever seen. It was shaven and smooth like a newborn baby. The pussy juice actually glistened on it, even in the dull light of the motel room. 

What made me pause were her pussy lips. I had never seen anything like them. They had to protrude more than two inches from her body, and sheathed a large clitoris that crowned her slit like a tight pink rosebud. The huge cuntlips framed her vagina like the wings of a pink-purple butterfly. Her luscious cunt...MY luscious cunt.... was a thing of beauty, a work of art. 




The Oral Bank Teller Ch. 3



My mouth began to water. I love eating pussy. I love to lick plump, pink clits, chew on thick, juicy pussy lips. I can do it for hours. It's my absolute favorite pastime. Ask my wife. 

I hadn't expected a blessing like this!

"Hi baby," she purred, as she winked and slipped the tip of her tongue out over her bottom lip. "I'm ready."

She sure fucking was. And so was I...

But wait! I need to take a breather here, folks. 

Whew! 

What happened next is truly a story unto itself, possibly the greatest single afternoon of sex any man has ever experienced in the history of the world. 

But it needs to be told another time. 

Sorry to hang you up like this, but guys, don't let go of your cocks anytime soon, OK?....and ladies, keep right on didling....cause I'll be back real soon...real soon, I promise. 

There's much more to tell about Allison, The Oral Bank Teller, and I plan to tell it all.....

so, y'all come back later now ,ya hear!

Goodnight sweet Allison, wherever you are.



The Oral Bank Teller: Day 2



AUTHORS NOTE: It's not necessary, but would enhance the experience if you read my previous story about Allison: THE ORAL BANK TELLER, which takes place the night before. Both of these stories are essentially true stories, with a little linguistic embellishment. Enjoy! ------------The Dodger 

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After that first magnificent blowjob in the church parking lot, I would become the focus of Allison's life. She really was a very sweet, but somewhat needy young thing who now looked to me to supply her with what she needed most in life: A steady cock to suck and a man who showed appreciation for her heavenly mouth. I was more than happy to supply her with both. The way she gamely took my jism-spurting cock in her throat last night and the sounds of her mumbled "thank you's" as she licked the cum off of my body had kept me awake most of the night masturbating and fantasizing about our next encounter. Tired as I was, I didn't have to wait long.

I was in my office at the store that next morning when the clerk buzzed me that there was someone to see me out front. It was only 7 AM in the morning.... who the hell was breaking my balls this early? I switched the surveillance monitor to the counter area and there she was: my little cockslut, my perfect blowjob, the lovely, young and very oral bank teller, Allison. Damn! Was she here for another deposit already? I told the clerk to let her thru to my office.

When the door opened I noticed something different about her right away: Her full head of deep auburn hair was done in a long curly red perm that bounced around her shoulders in a sexy tangle very different from the usually boring buns and pony tails I was used to seeing on her. She ditched the glasses in favor of contacts, but she still wore a lame beige pantsuit under her trench coat and stupid penny loafers that made her look older than her 22 years. (I have to teach this girl how to dress). The look on her face, however, and the distinct sparkle in her soft blue eyes, suggested a different girl altogether as she stood in the doorway literally beaming at me.

"Hi-ii!" she said, in a smiling, somewhat sultry voice that stretched the word out into two soft syllables. It was the satisfied purr of a woman altogether happy to greet her lover. I was a little taken aback by the hair change and the fact that here she was in my office, barely 12 hours after I had mercilessly fucked her mouth in her husbands car and made her gag on a huge load of cum. She stood there for a moment, unsure of my response, hesitant like a shy little girl. She was so cute I just wanted to hug her!

"Come here, sweetie" I smiled, my outstretched arms offering the sanctuary she so obviously needed. She stepped into my embrace, a soul needing warmth and shelter, and I pulled her close to me and just held her there with my arms inside her open coat, firmly entwined in the small of her back. Her head rested on my chest as she held me tightly, absorbing my warmth. I had to tilt her chin upwards to gaze into her eyes and they seemed to dance a dance of gratitude that I had welcomed her this way. We kissed deeply for a full minute and I couldn't help but slide my hands around to circle her tiny waist and bring them up to cup her breasts while we embraced. She sighed and simply stood there, allowing my hands to roam her body freely until I broke the kiss.

"I hope you're not mad at me for coming here so early," she said, looking up at me with uncertainty. "I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about you. I wanted to start my day by seeing you and telling you what a great time I had last night. And I wanted to thank you for making me feel so...so loved and appreciated"

"Well, I am a little surprised to see you so early in the morning, Allison...but I'm glad your here" I replied as she rested against me and I stroked her hair. "But don't you have to be at work soon?"

"Yes, but after last night I couldn't wait to see you again, and I couldn't stand being around my stupid husband, so I left the house early." I hugged her in sympathy and felt her tremble as I pulled her closer. We kissed again, this time her mouth was more aggressive and her lips encircled my tongue and drew moisture and heat from it. I let her suck it as my hands moved down to her perfect round ass. Then I pulled her up into me as I removed her coat and let it slide to the floor. She responded by dropping her hand down to my cock, and tentatively placing her palm over it. She held her hand on the bulge in my pants, without stroking it or moving even one little finger over its length. She waited for a response.

"It's OK, Allison, you can play with it." (Wasn't I magnanimous?) 

She immediately began to rub it lightly. "Go ahead, make it hard," I allowed. I knew where this was going, but I could tell she needed direction...as she should. "Feel how hard it's getting, baby?," I asked softly. "Mmmmmmm, yes," she replied breathlessly, tracing the outline of my hardening cock with her slim, dainty fingers. Then she looked up at me very seriously and asked me, "A girl should always make her lover's cock hard, shouldn't she Michael? Men want that, don't they? It feels so much nicer when it's hard--so powerful and masculine. I feel proud that I can make that happen. I feel like I am a real woman. It makes my pussy wet to hold a hard cock in my hand. That doesn't make me bad, does it, Michael. That doesn't make me a whore, like my husband says, does it? I wish I could take it out right now and play with it." She sounded disappointed; but I could fix that.

I leaned to my left and reached under my desktop to hit the security switch, locking my door. "Go ahead, I don't mind," I told her, glancing at the clock, figuring I had about 30 minutes to play, "enjoy yourself." (Wasn't I the sport?)

"Really?...its OK to do it here?" she asked a little nervously, her fingers already unsnapping my jeans and drawing the zipper down. "No one will walk in and see me?" I started to tell her about the automatic door lock when I remembered the switch also activated the video camera in the office. I briefly considered turning it off when my thoughts were interrupted by the feel of her warm hand enveloping my cock and hauling it out of my pants into the open. She didn't wait for my answer. "Oh well, too late now," I thought.

"It's so beautiful," she whispered almost to herself, as she held my 8-inch cock in her small hand and massaged it slowly. Her palm felt warm and sweaty as it glided up and down the underside of my dick and squeezed it gently. She reached down with her other hand and scraped her fingernails back and forth on the underside of my scrotum while she slowly jerked me off. She stared intently at the smooth, thick steely shaft in her hand and drew her fingertips lovingly along its length up to the satin textured deep pink head. "It's so beautiful," she repeated several times as she played with it, apparently in another world. Then she looked up at me, her soft blue eyes seeking permission in mine.

"Michael, would you...I mean...do you have time...to...to let me give you a blowjob before I go to work?" she asked in a low throaty whisper. "I really need to taste it...I want to start today feeling like I felt last night when you came in my mouth. You told me how good I sucked it, remember? I'll suck it good again, I promise. I'm so hungry for it." And then she smiled and her eyes narrowed a bit. Her tongue slipped out and touched her upper lip in an impish little girl grin. "I want to have your delicious cock...for breakfast"; she smiled at this amusing observation. She looked up at me for approval. My cock was hard as a rock by now, tickled pink so to speak, but I wasn't laughing:

"Get on your knees," I ordered in a firm but loving tone. Her eyes met mine, uncertain for an instant, and then quickly turned away as she complied without question. She dropped down immediately and gazed at the floor, waiting for instructions like the perfect cockslut she was. I stepped away from her and circled her, running my fingers through her wild auburn hair, feeling her press against my hand like a pussycat. I glanced again at the clock. Enough time to let her suck me off, I thought, but not enough time to explore this sub-dom thing that was developing between us. I was intrigued, for sure. But at this point what I really wanted was to watch those perfect pink lips around my cock as I pumped her mouth full of my cum. 

"Your a good woman, Allison," I praised her softly as I removed my jeans and underwear and stepped in front of her face. "You please me very much and I appreciate that about you." I held my cock in one hand and raised her chin up with the other so that her mouth was in the position I wanted: just below my cock, lips slightly parted, graceful neck arched ever so slightly back. She looked up into my eyes as she instinctively pulled her knees closer to my feet, arching her neck back even more, and waited in anticipation as I continued talking. "I will give you what you need as long you give me what I want. You have a wonderful mouth, Allison. Its made for pleasing men and any man should be proud to slide his cock into it." I was ready to drop a load into her mouth the minute she got on her knees, but I wanted to reinforce our new relationship a little first. 

"Your very beautiful, you know," I complimented her, as I began to trace my fingertips over her face. "I like your hair this way." I smoothed the hair around her temples and combed my fingernails along her cheeks and around her ears. She kept still, a smile on her upturned lips. Her eyes were closed as her knees pressed tightly together in anticipation.

"You have perfect lips," I continued, admiring the deep pink color of those luscious pillows of flesh. I cupped her chin in the palm of my hand and glided my thumb back and forth across her lips. "Wet them for me," I said clearly. She obediently moistened them with her tongue. Now it was easier to investigate the perfect shape and exquisite softness that had enveloped my cock so deliciously just the night before. They were smooth and warm, no lipstick, just the way I liked them.

"Open your mouth and let me see your tongue," I instructed her, my cock just above her mouth and pulsing with the flow of blood. She opened wide and offered her mouth for my inspection. She had nice, white perfect teeth and that wet pink tongue just lay there on the bed of her mouth, coiled and ready, waiting for breakfast. I rubbed my index finger over her tongue, examining it, careful not to go too far into her throat and gag her. She wiggled her tongue slowly as I glided my finger over it as though I was spreading a lubricant before a massage. It made her salivate and she moaned quietly, allowing me to continue to explore her soon-to-be cum-filled mouth.

"This is where you want me to come, isn't it, Allison?"

"Yeth...," she replied softly but awkwardly, my index finger still resting on her sensitive tongue, her eyes still closed. 

"That's good, baby, because I love to come on a woman's tongue. I love to spread my sperm over it and watch it slide down her throat as she swallows it. I love to feel a warm tongue moving under my cock while I'm coming. It intensifies my orgasm. Make sure that your tongue is there when I come. That's the way I like it. You'd like that, too, wouldn't you, Allison?'

"Yethhh...," she practically hissed, swallowing to breathe. Her soft blue eyes opened slightly, long eyelashes fluttering for a moment at the pleasurable thought. I could see she was as aroused as I was but she remained still, and patiently waited on her knees, knowing she was going to get what she wanted. 

I checked the clock out of the corner of my eye. I had about 25 minutes to get this done. Oddly, I felt responsible to make sure she got what she wanted from me in time to get to work. (How considerate I could be sometimes.) I also had this raging erection and my balls were tightening up into my body gathering up a huge load of sperm that needed to get released very soon. This playing around would have to wait. It was time.

I removed my hands from her face and held my cock up to her lovely lips. "Kiss it."

She opened her eyes and looked up into mine as her pink lips formed a perfect heart and she brought them to the cockhead and kissed it lightly, just on the tip. The sudden warmth on my skin made my cock jump and she instinctively reached up to hold it in place.

"Keep your hands in your lap. I only want to feel your mouth." I admonished her a little sternly. She dropped them down obediently and continued to place her wet lips on my dick.

She began kissing it from the tip, down through the cleft on the underside of the head. She placed her parted lips directly on the spot where the skin gathers, where the nerve endings are concentrated and sucked gently, lapping slowly with the tip of her tongue. The shaft of my cock was tightening like a steel bar wrapped in satin as she moved her mouth along it, stopping to place a little kiss every 1/2-inch or so. Her lips were so soft and her mouth was so fucking hot I thought I would die. "Damn," I thought to myself, "this girl is an angel!"

She moved her mouth to one side of the shaft and began kissing it there, careful not to reach up with her hand to hold it in place. It bobbed and rolled against her mouth each time her moist lips touched it and she had trouble keeping them on it. She solved this problem by placing her open mouth alongside the shaft and sucking on it, holding it there with her lips so she could lick the cock skin with her tongue. 

The taste of cock must have changed her focus because she started licking it deliberately now, up and down the shaft and around the head with long hungry strokes of her tongue. She moaned very quietly and her hands moved to her knees to support herself as she moved her head around my cock, licking every inch from impossible angles that caused her neck to bend and twist in graceful arcs. After every two or three licks she would gather up the saliva in her mouth and swallow contentedly, like it was a sip of coffee in the morning. She was enjoying this very much. I let her lick me for a while, enjoying the feel of her silky warm tongue on me and getting off on the sexy, wet noises her mouth was making (wondering if the audio switch was activated on the VCR). Then I pushed her mouth off me and held my cock against my belly, exposing my balls. 

She didn't need to be told. She buried her face in my balls and instinctively reached up with both hands and held my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to her face as she literally breathed in the scent of masculine sweat and sexual arousal that must have drawn her to me in the first place. Her mouth opened wide around my balls and accepted them inside gently, not sucking, but sliding her flat tongue back and forth beneath them as they dangled between her shiny wet lips. Her nose remained buried in my crotch and I could hear her breathing me in and out, moaning softly and swallowing a lot as she licked and kissed my balls. Then I removed her hands from my ass, grabbed her by the hair and moved her face away again. I held my cock inches from her mouth. She looked up at me submissively and dropped her hands to her lap, waiting for my next move. 

"Allison, you were right in coming here. A woman like you is a precious and wonderful gift. Your husband is a fool. You were born to be a cocksucker. You are most beautiful when you are on your knees waiting for a man to come in your mouth. You came here because you know that I know that, and he doesn't. You know that I will always give you what you want... and he can't. Tell me what it is that you want, Allison."

She didn't hesitate." I want to suck your cock and make you come in my mouth."

"And why do you want that, Allison?," I asked.

"Because a woman is not complete unless she can please a man in every way." was her response.

"You know that you please me very much Allison, don't you?" I assured her.

"Yes...I know that. I felt it last night when you came in my mouth."

"You have a wonderful mouth, Allison. I like your mouth very much and I want you to come see me often from now on, do you understand?"

"Yes, Michael, I want that, too. I want you to hold me close and to kiss me everyday and play with my hair while you let me suck your cock. I want that very much, Michael" That made me think for a moment about what I was getting myself into here...

She really was a lovely young girl, I decided. Attractive, intelligent, loyal (except to her husband) and eager to please. She made the mistake of picking the wrong guy to marry. A man apparently incapable of responding to her childlike, giving nature. Such a shame! She had a real oral fixation, which in itself was nothing unusual. But the emotional emptiness of her marriage and the fact that her husband thought sucking cock was dirty and whorish had resulted in an altogether unhealthy need for approval, which she had learned to get through her considerable oral skills. She was young. In time, I figured, she would wise up and not give it away so easily. But for now I was happy to help her out. 

"That's good, sweetie, you can take it in your mouth now and suck it until I come."

She didn't need any more encouragement. On her knees before me, hands folded obediently in her lap, she moved her face to my cock and immediately took the head in her warm mouth. Looking down at her face, with my cock poking out from between her luscious pink lips, I concentrated on watching her. 

Her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked on the head, a quiet moan escaping from her throat as she finally got what she came for. "Oh, God, it tastes so good, Michael.," she said, pulling her mouth off for a second, then going right back down. This time she took it in about halfway and I could feel her wet tongue gently lapping at the vein underneath. She held her head still and just sucked it like that for a minute, lips stretched around the shaft, tongue moving, eyes closed, obviously savoring the taste and weight of it on her tongue. I grasped her behind the neck and pulled her mouth in, forcing more cock into it. She yielded instantly and relaxed her lips to allow my cock to slide in. I guided her mouth about 3/4 of the way down my cock and let go of her head so she could continue sucking. She seemed to really like feeling the fullness of it so deeply in her mouth because she started whimpering like a puppy, "mmm hmmm...mmm hmmm...ohhh...mmm...mmm" as she sucked.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth now, Allison," I said to her softly, knowing there wasn't much more time.

"Mmmm hmmm," she purred with my cock deep in her mouth.

My inclination was to just grab her hair and use her mouth like a cunt, but I was so aroused by her submissive posture that I didn't. I wanted her mouth, pure and simple; but I wanted her to willingly give it to me. I didn't want to take it by force. I began a slow grinding motion with my hips, in a rhythmic, sexual slow dance. She placed her hands on her knees and offered her mouth to me willingly. As I twisted and turned my hips in a sexy grind her mouth stayed locked on my dick and followed it around, sucking at it from every angle I offered to her. I moved to the left and she tilted her head to the right and accepted the shaft almost to her throat, sucking as I withdrew. I rose up on my toes and forced her to drop lower, her neck arching back to allow her mouth to accept my cock from above. I drew back and she leaned forward, balancing on her hands to keep from losing it. Her head swayed in a kind of sensual dance with my cock, which remained firmly in her mouth. She was good. Real good. What an asshole her husband was to be able to wake up to this kind of cocksucking every day and not taking advantage of it. I wouldn't make that mistake. Uh uh, not me. Blowjobs like this are God's way of rewarding men for being alive. I'll take what I can get....anytime!




The Oral Bank Teller: Day 2



Pretty soon she would be taking what she could get, too. A huge load of thick, white man-juice that was her reason for existence and the reason she had come here.

I stopped moving. She knew it was time. She looked up at me with her mouth full of cock and her soft blue eyes seemed to be smiling. "You can make me come now, Allison. Suck it slowly and let me feel your tongue. That's what you want, isn't it baby?"

"Mmm hmmm" she hummed as she began moving her hot mouth up and down my prick, tongue lapping, cheeks hollow. "Mmm hmmm," she moaned around my dick as she sucked contentedly. Her mouth felt heavenly as my cock disappeared in and out of it, feeling the tightness of her lips as she drew up on it and swallowed each time she came to the tip. She took it all the way to the base and held it in her throat for a moment, gently sliding her tongue back and forth under the vein. She sucked and deep-throated it for what seemed like minutes until I felt that familiar stirring in my balls. She felt it, too. She began sucking faster, urgency in her moans and whimpers that grew more intense with each stroke of her mouth. "I'm going to come soon, Allison," I said, not kidding around anymore.

"Come in my mouth, Michael. I want to make you come. Do it on my tongue...please...let me taste it," she pleaded with me. She took it back in her mouth and went down just far enough so that the tip was resting where she wanted it. She moved her tongue forward and back, coaxing my orgasm. But I had an agenda. I wanted to see this.

"Open your mouth and show me your tongue," I told her. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue out, quivering in anticipation. She was a vision of pure supplication-- kneeling there, hands folded in her lap, mouth and face upturned, tongue outstretched, waiting....

"I'm going to come on your tongue, Allison, but don't swallow it." She looked up at me a little confused; but my smile reassured her and she nodded, understanding, trusting my intentions. I wasn't planning to disappoint her, but I wanted to savor the moment. (And I wanted to make sure I got it on tape).

I placed my cock on the end of her wet pink, outstretched tongue and began stroking it, feeding it to her, churning up the thick load that was bursting in my balls, preparing to give her what she wanted. 

"Cup your tongue and don't let any of it drip off ," I warned my little cocksucker as the cum began to rise, squeezing past my prostrate--that gatekeeper of pleasure--swelling up through my rock hard cock to begin an excruciating orgasm that was so intense I almost lost my balance.

The first spurt was very thick as it left my cock. It spread out over her tongue like milk-white honey and I had to shake my dick to break the pearly string. It settled right in the middle of that fleshy pink receptacle and another spurt quickly followed. This one was thinner and landed further inside her mouth. Her eyes widened. She had to drop her chin down to keep from swallowing it and it rolled forward to add to the growing bead of jism that was forming on her outstretched tongue. I spurted again and again, trying to keep my composure and act as though this was all for her. This was supposed to be her reward, not mine. But I'm not a very good actor. Especially not in the middle of an orgasm.

"Fuck!" I blurted out, hoping the clerks couldn't hear me out front. "God, damn you," I shouted to the ceiling as though I was having a religious experience. I don't believe in heaven, but this was fucking close!

The come had gathered in a milky-white puddle in the middle of her pink tongue. She hadn't spilled a drop. As the last spasm subsided I began to milk the shaft into her mouth. She was looking up at me, making delicious eye contact as the last few drops of cum dripped onto her tongue. She held it still and waited for permission to swallow. Breathing heavily now, I gazed down at this beautiful young girl, kneeling before me, her cum covered tongue presented to me as proof of her devotion.

"Keep your mouth open and tilt your head back so I can see it slide down your throat." I said, my mind filled with visions of all the lusty possibilities I could have with this sweet young cockslut. She did as she was told and I watched the pearly-white stream of thick cum slide sensually down her tongue and disappear into her throat. At that point she had to swallow to breathe and as she did, a thin bead of cum escaped her lips, ran down her chin and dripped to the floor. She tried to catch it in her hand and when she didn't, she looked up at me with apprehension as though she had done something wrong. I picked right up on this and acted disappointed. She immediately bent down, found some drops of cum on the floor and licked them up. "My god," I thought, "this girl is every mans dream!" How fortunate I was to have her, at least for now, all to myself. I'd use her well in the coming months.

There wasn't much cum on my cock but she asked me if she could clean it off. "A woman should always finish a blowjob by cleaning her mans cock," she informed me proudly as she licked it from top to bottom, swallowing what she could get as she busied herself with the erotic task. She was a very contented young lady at that moment. I was shaking like a leaf. 

Just as the clock approached 7:35 the phone rang, startling both of us. I pulled on my jeans, thoroughly annoyed at this interruption and picked up the phone. She remained there quietly, still on her knees.

"Yeah, Mikes!" I practically shouted into the phone. "Yes, yes, just give me a minute," I told the caller. It was a supplier looking to take his order. I sat down in my swivel chair and motioned for her to kneel between my legs. She cuddled in close and I stroked her hair gently as she rested her happy face on my thigh. I gave the guy his order while I petted her and she occasionally kissed my cock through my jeans, mumbling "thank you, Michael," as she did. She was wonderful to have around, I thought. I could get real used to this.

I briefly thought about doing it all again, and I knew all I had to do was suggest it and she would have been right there, but my responsible side took over.

"You better get to work, Allison, before you get in trouble," I said as I motioned for her to get up. She sighed but seemed happy and fulfilled as she retrieved her coat from the floor to put it on. Suddenly she paused and looked over at me. She had found another drop of my cum on the floor and thought for a second about what to do with it. Then she scooped it up with her finger and, smiling, applied it to the back of her earlobe as one would apply a dab of perfume. Then she brought her finger to her nose, inhaled deeply and licked it off.

"Now I can have you with me all day, Michael. Whenever I want I can just touch your semen and be able to smell you. It wont be the same as being with you, but you'll still be with me. I'll take what I can get, at least for now." And then she gave me a sweet peck on the cheek, put on her coat and left me with that thought, just as happy and perky as when she came in.

The minute she closed the door behind her, I rushed over to the VCR cabinet to retrieve the tape. I imagined what was on it: a 35 minute, world-class blowjob featuring me and lovely young Allison on her knees that I could jerk off to for years to come. My hands trembled in giddy anticipation as I opened the security cabinet. I pressed the eject button, nothing. I pressed it again and still nothing. I flipped open the little door. There was no fucking tape in the machine! I flipped!

"Maryann," I screamed into the intercom to the clerk upfront who had opened the store. "Get your fucking ass in here, we have a problem." I usually didn't yell at the help, but I was pissed. I smiled inwardly, amused at my own pomposity, and briefly thought about making Maryann pay for her oversight by telling her what she had ruined for me and suggesting maybe she might want to make up for it by making a little tape of our own. I laughed to myself. I was having a very nice day already. No sense pushing my luck.



The Oral Bank Teller



Suddenly, she grabbed the waistband of my jockeys with both hands and slid them down to my ankles, where she held one side down so I could lift my leg out and spread apart for her. Then she began the most agonizing teasing I've ever experienced. She slid down in her seat, leaned over and locked her warm, wet lips on my belly and started planting tiny sucking kisses, like the kind of kiss you plant on someone's cheek. These she alternated with quick little bites, just pulling gently at the skin with her teeth, leaving a trail of red marks as she moved lower each time. She teasingly avoided my cock as her mouth traveled from my belly down to my pubic hair, then to the side, tracing the hairline as she trailed her busy mouth, teeth and tongue down to the tops of my thighs and down my legs to my knees. While she's eating me like this she's playing with my nipples, rolling and squeezing them in her fingertips. My cock was pulsing in the air as she grazed like an animal all over my lower body. I could feel her hot breath on the inside of my thigh, then alongside my balls, then at the base of my cock as she moved all around it...licking and sucking through my pubic hair but never once making contact with my cock as it stood straight up alongside her face. She was making whistling sounds as she drew her breath in between each kiss. Then soft whimpers as she took gentle bites of flesh and pulled on the skin with her teeth. Talk about exquisite pain! She lifted her head and looked up at me with those blue eyes,

"God you taste so good Michael. I knew you would...I've dreamed about being right here...with my face in your lap...since the first day I saw you at the bank... Mmmm, God, you taste sooooo good...." 

I could see that her mouth was all wet and shiny with spit and she was licking her lips and swallowing her saliva. Then she moaned and her eyes kind of rolled up into her head like she was having an orgasm or something, and, with a whimper, she curled up into a kneeling position on the seat and dropped her face back into my lap. This time she pulled my legs wide open and pushed me back so she could slide the palm of her hand under my balls and hold them out where she could get at them. And get at them she did. God I thought I would come ...the way she was licking the underside of my balls with her tongue wide and flat...and sucking at the juices and saliva that were accumulating in my pubic hairs. She was so quiet and reserved at the bank and now here she was on her knees, noisily sucking on my balls in her husband's car in a church parking lot. Life is just full of pleasant little surprises, isn't it, I thought to myself? She kept planting little kisses all over my balls and locking her lips on first one then the other and fluttering her tongue through her open mouth. Her mouth was so hot and wet that I was sweating. I could feel little rivers of her saliva mixed with my sweat running down between my legs onto the car seat. And I could hear her sucking it up and swallowing.

Suddenly she perked up, stopped everything she was doing, and stared straight at my cock...maybe 5-6 inches away. I could see that her face was flushed and a shiny halo of saliva outlined her mouth like silver lipstick. Her tongue slipped out from between her white teeth and she touched her upper lip.... just like she'd done a hundred times during our conversations. Now I knew why her eyes seemed to sparkle at those moments.

Up to this point she had not, even once, touched my cock directly. She had licked and sucked and bitten every inch of my torso from my neck to my knees and never so much as brushed the head of my dick. Yet my balls were swollen with cum, my cock was twitching with every pulse of my pounding heart and I was starting to babble...

"Allison, baby, you are good. You're very good. Your husband doesn't know what he's missing. How many guys have told you that you give the best blowjobs? More than a few, I'll bet? Well, they were right. C'mon baby, show off for me...suck it nice for me...show me what a good cocksucker you are". I held my cock at the base and rubbed it on her cheek and across her lips. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of cock. "Show me how bad you want to taste this cock... my balls are full of cum just for you... I'm ready to let you taste it...I want you to taste my sperm.... I want you to drink it like a good girl." 

Still fixated on my hard cock inches from her mouth she starts talking as if in a trance, 

"My husband is such a prick, Michael. He doesn't treat me like a woman. He doesn't appreciate my mouth.... doesn't know how to give me what I need. That's why I cheat on him like this. I need a man to tell me how good I am...what a good cocksucker I am...and how good my mouth feels on you. Ill blow you anytime you want Michael...anywhere...just tell me how good I do it...what a good cocksucker I am...that's all I ask..."

With that she plants a little dainty kiss on my cockhead. Then another, and another. My cock jumps every time her lips touch it. She slides one hand to the base and holds it straight up as she moves her mouth around, kissing it up the sides, under the head, kissing every inch of it with sweet puckered lips.... and she's moaning...whimpering.... and sucking in her breath between kisses and looking adoringly at my cock as she makes love to it.

"Oh god your cock tastes so good Michael. Its so beautiful...can I keep kissing it?mm...mm...mm...do you like that? Do you like me kissing your cock?"

"Yes, honey, keep kissing it. You are a good cocksucker. A good woman knows how to worship a mans cock like this. You're doing a great job. You're a very good cocksucker. Your husband is a fucking fool."

With that she plants a wet, open-mouthed French kiss right on the head of my cock and slides her tongue around the peehole. She sucks noisily as she does this and my balls tighten like a pouch of coiled snakes. 

"Allison, I'm going to come soon. I wont be able to hold it back much longer... Your mouth is so fucking good baby...I want to fill it with cum.... That's what you want isn't it? 

She looks up at me, "God yes, Michael! I want you to come. I want to taste it...I want you to shoot it on my tongue so I can taste it and feel it slide down my throat.... but not yet. Please not yet...just let me suck it for a little while longer...make me suck it... tell me how good my mouth feels..."

Suddenly she slides my cock into her mouth and closes her lips just below the head. Her cheeks are hollow as she sucks on it and slides her tongue forward and back as though trying to coax my cum out into her mouth. She is whimpering now like a fucking puppy...sighing and making little tiny "mmmm" noises deep in her throat as she's sucking my dick. This girl is in heaven. A little angel cocksucker. I don't know who's enjoying this more. Her or me.

She begins moving her mouth up and down my cock, deeper inch-by-inch, sucking gently as she comes up, tongue sliding under my cock like she's sipping a straw.... Suddenly, she plunges down and takes the whole 8 inches completely down to the base! The sensation of suddenly having my whole cock enveloped in her hot mouth after waving in the cool air for the last 20 minutes is just exquisite. I'm about ready to explode now cause she's grinding her face into my belly and my cock is buried in her throat. She's laving her tongue across the base of my cock, trying to reach my balls. The cum is boiling inside those sacks and she knows it.

She slides her mouth slowly back up and takes a long deep breath and licks her lips, swallowing the saliva that she sucked up off my cock. 

"I want to drink it now Michael. I'm ready. I want it so bad...on my tongue...please come on my tongue so I can taste it...I love the taste... come in my mouth now, baby.... give it to me...its what I want. Its what I always want...I'm a good little cocksucker aren't I, Michael? I'm your little cocksucker, Michael, anytime you want. Give me what I need.... give me the cum now.... Tell me I'm a good little cocksucker and make me swallow it."

I couldn't take it another minute longer. I grabbed her head and pulled her down on my cock. She opened wide like a good cocksucker and I pushed her face down and plunged my cock into her mouth down to the balls again. "Baby you're the best cocksucker I ever had", I moaned through clenched teeth, "now suck that cum out"."Aagh, mmm, owww,ggaawwd, mmmm,ggggguh,ggaaawwd,yessss,ummmm,mwanna tase it, mmm,tase yr cummm"....she moaned with her mouth full of hard cock. I wasn't listening. 

I held her there for a moment. I could feel she was trying to pull back. She really wanted it on her tongue...not in her throat. She wanted it on her tongue so she could taste it, savor it, and slide it around her mouth, like the good little cockslut she was. I held her down with my cock balls deep in her tight throat. I wanted to give her what she wanted, but before I could let her up, I exploded. 

The cum was so thick it swelled my cock as it rose up from my balls. I could feel the first spasms of pleasure so deep in my loins that my legs shook. My hands tightened in her hair and I held her down as the first spurt of cum left my dick and flooded her throat... The second spurt was even bigger than the first and her throat tightened around my cock as she tried to swallow. As the third spurt shot out of my dick my ass rose off the seat and I pushed my cock even deeper into her frantically sucking mouth.... She was gurgling and trying to swallow it all.

It was too much for her to handle...she gagged...I let go of her hair but the reflex made me spread another load all over the inside of her throat as my cock backed out of her mouth... 

She came up sputtering and coughing... cum flying out the sides of her mouth...dripping down her chin and rolling down my dick like lava from a volcano...Her eyes were tearing. She was swallowing and coughing and trying to catch her breath...cum dripping from her open mouth... ...cum all over my cock, my thighs, everywhere. It was a mess. She caught her breath quickly and went back down on my cock as I continued to spurt 3 or 4 more thick loads into her mouth. This time she held it tight in her mouth and let the cum spread out over her grateful tongue. I could hear her whimpering contentedly as she swallowed and sucked more out and swallowed again. After my last spasm dripped a few more drops into her mouth, she took it out and held it up like a lollipop, frantically licking the cum off the head and sucking it out from beneath the uncircumcised folds of skin. I was shaking like a leaf! She was licking and lapping up my cum like a cat with a saucer of milk. Only noisier.

Stopping for a second as my orgasm subsided, she looked up at me. She opened her mouth and showed me the cum that she managed not to swallow. She gathered it into a pool around her tongue and across her lower teeth. Then she closed her mouth and smiled as she stared into my eyes. She swallowed it all in one loving spasm of her throat muscles and swished her tongue around inside her mouth and across her teeth and swallowed a second time. Her mouth and chin were still covered in sperm and she whimpered as I slid my finger around her face and pushed the gobs of cum into her open mouth. Her cum covered lips glistened in the moonlight as she spoke to me.

"Oh, God, thank you, Michael...thank you for letting me do this." She licked more cum off her lips. "I'm good, aren't I?" She paused, trying to catch her breath. "I know I am. That's because I love it...I love the taste of a mans sperm...I loved the taste of your cum...I love giving blowjobs. I'll blow you whenever you want ....Ill be your little cocksucker if you want me to Michael.... My mouth will belong to you...if you want it. This is what my stupid husband gets for not appreciating me...for not treating me like the good little cocksucker I am. I have to find other men to use me. Ill be yours to use...not his. You can think about what an asshole he is while your cumming in my mouth...I would like that. He deserves it. My mouth belongs to you Michael...if you always tell me what a good little cocksucker I am"

"Allison, that was the best blowjob I've ever had...and I've had a lot of them honey. You are a very good cocksucker. The kind of sweet little cocksucker who deserves her cum. Sure, Ill be your man for a while...you can blow me whenever you need it. "Or whenever I do", I thought to myself. You deserve to have that beautiful mouth fucked often...and fucked by someone who appreciates it. I appreciate it, I assure you.

With that she smiles at me, little girl-like, and sighs contentedly as she drops back down and starts licking the last of my cum off my cock and then licking up the mess around my thighs and belly...I watch her slowly gliding her tongue through the milky pools of sperm and swallowing when her tongue is fully coated and dripping. She's making cooing, contented sounds as she takes her time doing this. "Thank you.... thank you...mmmmm ...thank you...", she mumbles, as she licks up my cum and cleans my cock off. I lean back in the seat and fold my hands back behind my head, a satisfied cat-smile on my face. My eyes wander up and out through the windshield. The moon is bright. A beautiful young girl is on her knees cleaning my cock off after a great blowjob. My eyes come to rest on the big gold crucifix way up at the top of the church spire. "Jesus", I think to myself. "Thank You Lord!"

That was the first time with my sweet Allison. There were many, many more blowjobs in our future. She liked to blow me in unusual places. She used to come up to the store during lunch and blow me in the bathroom in between customers. She'd sit on the bowl and patiently wait for me to come in her mouth. Once she even sucked me off in the break room at the bank while one of the other tellers kept watch. We went to motels a couple times and she was as good a fuck as she was a cocksucker. She liked to be fucked hard, from behind. But mostly she would just suck my cock for hours and I'd think of different ways to make her eat my cum. After a few months we drifted apart and last I heard she left her old man and ran off upstate with one of the assistant managers.


I haven't seen her in years, yet every now and then I fantasize that she's gonna pop up out of nowhere and walk into my store, drop down on her knees and suck me off one more time. Till then.... here's to you Allison, wherever you are. I sure hope your new hubby appreciates your mouth. If not, give me a call. 

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(Being the writers first submission, if the feedback is favorable there will be more about Allison, and perhaps some stories about my rock and roll days)