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The Banker

By: johnwadd



John opened his eye to a shrill sound. The sound was the telephone ringing. He waited a minute for his wife to get it but then realized that his wife had already gone to work. He decided to let it ring and let the answering machine get it. He laid there and listened for the message in case it was his wife and she had problems on the way to work. After 5 or 6 rings the machine picked up.

“Hello John? This is Theresa from the bank. You applied for a home loan through us and I wanted to talk to you about it. I need to meet with you...”

John quickly fumbled for the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, John?”

“Yes. This is John.”

“Hi, This is Theresa down at the bank and I need to talk to you about the loan that you applied for. I was wondering if you could meet me in the morning about it, I need to discuss some things with you.”

“Well, I would like to but I have a trip planned and I have to leave about 8 in the morning.”

“Well, let’s see. I can meet you this evening if you would like, say around 7?”

“Well... I guess we can. Should we meet at the bank?”

“No. Let’s say about 7 at my place. I have an office there and I can take care of most things from there. Would that be acceptable?”

“Sure. Give me your address and I will meet you there,” John said.

John wrote down her address and then looked over at the clock. “Damn,” he mumbled to himself. It was half past 5 now and he didn’t have much time to get a shower and get dressed to meet this lady banker. He stumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the water and then he stepped in and started to shower. The water felt wonderful and warm and so soothing on his tired muscles. Midnight shift was getting to him down at the factory. He hardly had time to spend with his wife anymore which meant no sex. His dick was getting so it was hard almost all the time. He ignored it and proceeded to finish his shower. He went through the usual routine of brushing his teeth and then shaving. He wanted to look his best so he went to the closet and picked out his nicest shirt and slacks. He carefully put them on, taking his time to make sure that everything was just right so he would make the best impression on her.

John walked into his garage and fired up his pickup. He backed out of the driveway and headed to the address that Theresa had given him. He drove until he found the road that her house was supposed to be located on. “Hickory Hills Estates.” John never seemed to be amazed at these “estates” that they called these subdivisions. He once lived in a subdivision with the titles “estates” on it and it was nothing but a bunch of tract houses together almost on top of each other. He drove for about a mile. There it is, Hickory Hills Estates. He turned down the road and then he started going up this hill and then he saw the beautiful houses. Not just nice houses but actually estates. He looked around for the number that she had given him and when he was there he noticed that she lived in one of the nicer homes there. It was beautiful. He could tell that a person with a lot of money and influence lived here. 

He pulled through the stone gate that became the driveway. He pulled into the circle drive and then he parked his truck behind a car in the drive. He felt a little self concious about having his pickup there among all of the Jaguars and Mercedes that were parked in the neighborhood. He got out of his truck and walked past a BMW that was parked there. He looked at his reflection in the paint job on the car and then walked up to the doors. He nervously reached his arm forward and pushed the door bell. He could hear the chimes in the house and waited. 

The door opened. “Yes, may I help you sir,” a man said.

“Yes, I am here to see a Theresa about a home loan. She called me today. My name is John.”

“Oh yes sir,” the man said, “she’s been expecting you.”

The man opened the door and he walked in. He looked around at the room that he was standing in. It was a beautiful room, a room filled with the finest furnishings and the finest antiques. “Madam will be with you in a minute sir,” the man said as he walked away.

John looked around and took notice of the fine marble floor that he was standing on. He snickered to himself as he thought about how this may be the only pair of cowboy boots that had ever walked on this floor. He walked toward the huge fireplace and looked at the painting that was there. “That’s my husband,” he heard a feminine voice say. He turned around and saw a woman standing there. John’s jaw almost hit the floor. There she was, blonde, petite, and very very attractive. She was wearing a very elegant red silk blouse and a very tight black skirt that hit her about mid thigh. John was trying not to be too obvious about his attraction to this woman standing before him. He looked down her body and looked at her legs. She wore a pair of black stockings that covered a very nice pair of legs and a pair of black high heels. “Hello, I’m Theresa. And you’re John?” 

“Yes ma’am,” he said hoping that he wasn’t stammering too much. He was so nervous about getting this loan. He moved forward and took the hand that was offered to him. As he moved closer to her he could smell her perfume hang in the air. “Glad to meet you Mrs... uh Mrs ...”

“Just call me Theresa. May I call you John?”

“Of course, you can call me anything you want to. You are the one with the money,” he smiled. 

“Well, we’ll see what we can do about loaning you some of it. Follow me into my office and we will get down to business.”

John followed her and they walked up to a set of hand carved walnut doors. She opened them and motioned for him to come in. He went through the door and she shut them behind him. She led him to a huge desk in the corner of the room. John looked around at the furnishings in the room. He walked to the desk and sat down, feeling suddenly nervous about getting this loan. Theresa pulled up a chair beside him at the desk and sat down. John looked around the room and he saw the beautiful sculptures and the paintings and the leather couch along the wall. 

Theresa pulled up next to him and he got a whiff of her perfume. God he smelled good, he thought to himself. She opened a folder that was on his desk and told him what he would need to get the loan approved. She handed him a pen and started explaining the terms of the loan, if he were to get it and what the payments would be. John looked down at Theresa’s legs. Her skirt was riding up a little and he could see that she was not wearing panty hose but that she actually had black stockings on and he could see her black garters. He could feel his dick start to rise as he looked at the legs of this beautiful blonde and smelled the fragrance of her perfume. “Now just sign this paper here... and this paper here... and this paper here...” John signed what seemed like dozens of forms but finally after a few minutes he was done.

“How long until I find out if I’m eligible for the loan,” he asked?

“Well, it will take a few days, but first there is something else we need to take care of before it can be approved.”

“What is that?” John asked.

“Well, John, you see part of the loan process is the interview. I need to know a few things about you that I can’t legally ask on the loan application but it all goes into the process of getting the loan. You don’t mind answering a few questions do you?”

“No,” John said as he thought of how he was going to spend any more time with this woman without pouncing on top of her and fucking her.

Theresa got up and said, “Follow me.”

John got up from that chair and followed her over to the leather couch along the wall. She picked up a notebook from the end table and sat down. As she sat down, her skirt rode up a little farther up her leg. Theresa smiled and pulled her skirt down as best she could when she sat down.

“Now, let’s see, are you married and how many years.”

“Yes. Let’s see, about 23 years.” 

“Wow. Children?”

“Yes, 2 grown boys,” he said.

“How many years have you been employed as an electrician?”

“Let me think. 17 years I believe.”

Theresa continued to ask him about his personal life and his family history. After a minute or two he started to relax. He answered all the questions that she had to ask, all the time trying not to look at her gorgeous face, her ample breasts and her fantastic legs. 

“Ok John, one more question and then I will be done with this phase of the loan process.”

“Ok,” said John.

Theresa got up and walked over and pulled up a chair so she was facing him. She crossed her legs and he could feel his cock start to strain the fabric of his slacks.

“Ok, the question is... do you eat pussy?” she asked.

John couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Surely he was fantasizing. “W-w-w-what did you say?” he asked

“Oh you heard me right,”Theresa said as she uncrossed her legs and pulled closer to him. “I asked you if you ate pussy!”

“Well, I don’t know what that has to do with the loan ma’am,” he said.

“It has a lot to do with whether you get the loan or not stupid,” she said.

Theresa leaned back in the chair and spread her legs slightly. John could see the thin material of her panties that barely covered her pussy. “I want to know if you eat pussy and the answer better be yes if you want this fucking loan.”

John looked around, not knowing what to do. Theresa stood up and reached behind her and John heard a “ziiiiiip” sound and then her skirt fell to the floor. She was wearing black sheer panties and Jhn could see right through them. She stepped back and then she turned around so her ass was facing him and bent over and then pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Theresa backed up and put her butt in his face, close enough that he could smell her hot cunt.

“Look lady,” John said. “I am a married man. My credit ought to stand for itself.”

Theresa laughed a loud laugh. “You obviously don’t know the power I have over your loan dumb ass.” Theresa turned around and moved toward John. John tried to move away but it did him no good. Theresa had him laid back on the couch and had her cunt over his face in a flash. 

John looked up at the cunt in front of him. He was confused about what he should do. He needed the loan but he wanted to be true to his wife. He could see the glistening lips of her vagina hanging above him. He thought about how he had gotten himself into this mess. He looked up at the nylon covered legs that were on either side of his head. He thought about how he could probably get a loan at another bank. Then he thought about the beautiful cunt of the blonde bank Vice President above him and then he made his decision.

John reached his hand up and put his hand against Theresa’s pussy lips. He felt her moist lips and smelled the smell of her juices flowing. He slid his hands around to the buttocks and squeezed them hard. They were so soft and firm and he liked what he felt. He moved his hand around till he had them on her hips and then he pulled her down forcefully onto his face. 

“Oh god, yess. Eat my pussy John,” she said.

John stuck his tongue into the pussy that was on his face. God he loved the way it smelled and he loved the way it tasted. As soon as he had his tongue into her pussy he could feel her start to make a motion back and forth across his face.

“Ohhhhhhhh My Goddddddddd!!!!!!” she screamed as she rode his face. He lifted her hips a little and moved her so he could suck her clit into his mouth. He pulled it into his mouth and started sucking on it, giving her clit a head job. His hand back around to her butt cheeks and then slapped her on the left ass cheek. He could hear the smack and could feel her quiver as he struck a blow on her buttock. He moved his hand down and spread her ass cheeks and took his index finger and found the opening of her anus.

“Oh fuck. Oh yeah, suck me baby, suck me.” John moved his hand down between her legs and slid it between her legs and got it wet with her pussy juice. He moved it back around and with the other hand he spread her ass cheeks and took his finger and shoved it in hard against her asshole. She stiffened and let out a howl that he was sure was going to make her cool down. Instead it had the opposite effect. She stopped for a minute and then she started moving back and forth across his face with a passion that he hadn’t seen in hears. 

“Oh God, I-I-I... Oh fuck yeah. Fuck my ass. Lick my clit. Oh shit John. Eat me. Eat me! EAT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!” she wailed as she rode his face to orgasm. She continued to rock on his face and he continued to fuck her ass with his finger until she could move no more and John removed the finger from her ass and she collapsed back on the couch.

John got up and unsnapped his pants and dropped them and then pulled his underwear down.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing??????” she loudly asked as she tried to get up. John pushed her down on the couch and held her head with one hand and stroked his cock with the other hand. “I’m gonna CUM all over you baby,” he said as he stroked his rock hard cock and pointed it at her face. John looked down at this woman with her pussy exposed, in her stockings and her rumpled skirt pulled up around her waist and then he lost it. He felt the cum building up in his balls and after a minute or 2 of stroking, he let out a blast of sperm that covered her face, covered her lips and ran down onto her red silk blouse. As his last drops of cum dribbled from the head of his dick, Theresa reached forward and grabbed his cock and pulled him close and took her tongue and licked the remaining sperm off of the head of his cock. 

John pulled away from Theresa and bent over and pulled is pants up and buckled his belt. He walked over to the couch that she was laying on and gave her pussy a quick touch and then walked toward the door.

“I’ll be expecting that call about the loan any day!” he said as he walked out the door and got into his pickup.

Theresa laid back on the couch and thought to herself, “Maybe you will and maybe you’ll have to come begging for it again.” She closed her eyes and thought of what other requirements she might have of this man.

The Banker



My name is Falguni, a Bombay girl married just over a year ago. My husband had a small business and his single-minded dream was to expand to a huge departmental store. He had applied for loans to various institutions for the purpose. One day he came home and he told me that he had got a call from the Manager of a Private Company and that he was to meet him on Monday morning at 10:00 AM with all documents completed. It was the most exciting moment for. My husband was supposed to go to Surat to drop mys on Friday and was to be back in town by Sunday night for his appointment. 

On the next day I received a call from Mr.Parag, the manager of the finance company, who wanted my husband to come over immediately to finalize his loan. I told him he was out of station and he said it was okay if I would come over and sign the necessary documents. I told him I didn’t know a single thing about the documentation but he said it was all right as I just had to sign on the dotted line. So I hurriedly got dressed, putting on a pink Salwar Kameez, and reached the address he had given me on telephone.

After about 5 minutes a peon came and told me to enter the cabin. Raj was sitting all alone.  I smiled at the loan officer as I sat down in his office. "I don't understand why you asked me here Mr.Raj. My husband handles the business. He spoke to you about the loan he needs. I don't see how I can help." He was hot for me. I could tell that by the way his eyes locked over my body.  

"I asked you to come here this morning Falguni because I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY COCK," he said straight-faced.

"OH NO!!" I exclaimed and got up to leave. "Fuck you! You son of a bitch! You're an asshole!" 

"See my dear, if you leave now, and don't blow me, I'll deny your husband the loan he needs. He'll be out of business in a week. Now sit down." 

I glared at that banker, and then sat back down. "I'll never do it! I'll tell your boss! You're crazy if you think I'm going to suck your cock!!" I glared at him with hate in my eyes. 

"Oh! You'll do a lot more then suck my cock. That's just to start with. Over the course of the loan, six months I believe, I'll have you wherever and whenever I want. If you refuse at anytime, I'll call the loan. As for telling my boss, he won't believe you. This loan is iffy. I think your husband will do O.K. with it, but its close. Prudent banking would deny the loan. My boss will understand that. Then I'll sue your little ass off for defamation of character. I'll own you! SO FALGUNI DARLING, YOU LITTLE CUNT, GET OVER HERE, STOP TALKING AND START SUCKING!" He laughed. 

I was stunned. He had it all figured out. I wanted so much to get out of there, but I wanted my husband to get that loan, as he needed the money to make his dream come true. I sat there thinking and thinking. As my predicament sunk into me I whimpered. "If, I suck your cock now, will you give Parag the loan?" 

"Yes. NOW LOCK THE DOOR AND GET OVER HERE AND SUCK ME OFF!" 

I sat there with shock in my eyes. Slowly, I realized that I had no choice. I was going to do it and I had to do this for my husband whom I loved. Reluctantly I got up, locked the door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly. As I slowly walked towards him he said, "Take your Kameez off". I grimaced. I despised him and what I was about to do to me. Slowly, I unbuttoned my Kameez, glaring at the banker with unconcealed hatred. As the buttons became undone, I held my Kameez closed, hoping against hope for some escape from the lecherous man before me. 

"Quit stalling Falguni, or I won't fuck you, I'll fuck your husband!" Raj sneered. 

Resigned to the inevitable, I silently slipped my Kameez from my shoulders. I stood before the banker in my sexy, lacy, skimpy white brassiere, my large firm breasts barely concealed by the flimsy garment. My tits pushed against my brassiere, seeming to be trying to break free. 

"Get over here!" He ordered. My heart was beating rapidly as I approached Raj. As I came behind his desk, Raj slid his chair back away from his desk. His pants were undone and his cock and balls were exposed. His cock was long, thick and rock hard. He smiled up at me with contempt. "GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES IN FRONT OF ME AND SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK IT GOOD AND YOUR HUSBAND GETS HIS LOAN. SUCK IT BAD AND YOU'RE BANKRUPT." 

I looked down at the hard prick. Slowly I sank to my knees before him. Raj put a hand on one of my bra-encased tits and I involuntarily backed away as no one other than my husband had ever touched me there. 

"NO NO NO!" Raj laughed, "NO TITTIES, NO LOANIE!" 

Almost crying, I moved back to him. Raj put his hand back on my breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling my nipples come erect. He slipped his hand inside the bra, touching my bare tit flesh. First, his palm pressed against my enlarged nipple. Then, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. He kneaded my soft tit flesh as I kneeled before him like an obedient slave. Raj pushed the skimpy brassiere cup aside, exposing my milky white breasts to his naked lust. He squeezed and pinched at will, laughing gleefully at the power he held over me. As he moved over to my other tit, I started to cry. Raj chuckled as he continued to feel me up. Then he said, "AHHHH POOR LITTLE BABY GIRL. FALGUNI NEEDS A PACIFIER, SOMETHING TO SUCK ON. COME HERE BABY, SUCK ON THIS!" He moved his hand to the back of my head and pushed it down towards his rampant cock. 

"PLEASE NOOO!" I pleaded as his cockhead touched my lips, "PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!" 

"SHUT UP KID AND START SUCKING! Do it now or your husband's store is history!" The banker laughed. Still crying, I reached up and took his cock in my hands and began stroking it. I ran my fingers up and down his hard shaft. I thought that if I stroked it enough, he'd cum before I had to suck him off. I moved my hands to his balls and gently caressed them. "QUIT STALLING AND SUCK MY COCK!" Raj commanded. Ashamed but knowing I had no choice, I moved my face to his cockhead. 

My heart was beating rapidly as my silky tongue tentatively emerged from between my soft lips. Then, ever so slowly, my tongue touched the underside of his cock. I tasted that banker's prick. Unsure of myself, I licked cautiously at his hard shaft, then, my lips caressed his prick. I licked his cock from his cockhead to its root and back to his cockhead. Still sobbing, I opened my mouth wide, moved my lips to his cockhead and sucked the banker's cockmeat into my warm, watery mouth. 

My lips closed around the thick cock. I could feel that prick begin to enlarge as my tongue moved along its hard length. I moved my head back and forth sucking as much of it into my throat as possible. His mushroom shaped cockhead grew larger and more resilient with each passing second. The rhythmic sucking and milking of my velvety mouth made Raj’s prick continue to enlarge. He was moving his hips back and forth as my cock sucking mouth drove him beyond the limits of his perverted lust. It had been long since I had stopped crying. "OH YEAH FALGUNI DARLING," Raj panted, "SUCK ON THAT COCK." 

When I had started to blow him, Raj had taken his hand away from my breast. Now, as I continued to suck his cock, he slid his hand back onto my titties and his fingers began tracing tiny circles on my tit flesh, rubbing and kneading the hard knobs of my nipples. I sucked harder, driven by his hands on my flesh, pursing my lips tightly around his thick cock. He was groaning as I continued to stroke the base of his prick and suck on his cockhead. 

I licked and kissed the underside from the base of his cock to its head. When my lips returned to his cockhead, there were drops of pre-cum oozing out. I licked around his piss hole, scooping his pre-cum into my mouth and swallowing it. I licked it between his foreskin and his cockhead, and then sucked his cockhead into my mouth once again. The cock-sucking act I was performing on the man was affecting me. Although I tried to rationalize that this was not really sex, my nipples were hard and erect. I felt my pussy quivering and throbbing, discharging hot cunt juices into my panties. I was really getting into it, and now wanted desperately to please the banker. I wanted to taste his cum. 

Raj was looking down on me, watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth. He watched my head bobbing back and forth as my lips held his cockshaft tightly and my tongue flicked madly at the sensitive underside of his prick. He knew I was getting into it.  When my lips next neared the root, Rajs panted, "SUCK MY BALLS!" and I complied. Still jerking his cockshaft with my hand I moved my mouth over to his cum filled balls and licked at his scrotum sack. Then I sucked one of his balls into my mouth along with his curly pubic hair. His prick tasted of raw sex. My tongue and lips worked to devour his one cum filled ball, then switched to the other. When I thought I had sucked on his balls enough, I kissed and licked each one gently before returning my mouth to his cockhead. 

Raj looked down at me and watched his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. As he felt up my tit, he was moaning and moving his hips, trying to push more of his cock into my mouth. Once things got going the way he wanted, he grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth with long hard strokes. As his cock passed back and forth between my lips, my tongue flicked at its underside. Raj began fucking into my mouth faster and faster. With each stroke he pushed more of his cockmeat down my throat. Soon Raj had his entire 10-inch cock down my mouth, its bulbous knob pushing at the back of my throat and my nose buried in his pubic hair. 

He fucked my mouth for a long time, driving his cock deep into my throat. My hands were now holding his ass cheeks for dear life, my mouth filled completely with the cockmeat. My tongue licked and flicked along the underside of his cock as he reamed it in and out. Then, grabbing my head by my long hair, he roughly moved my head back and forth along the length of his cock, ramming hard into my hungry mouth. 

"ITS TIME TO DRINK MY CUM FALU DARLING!" Raj panted as he felt his balls swell in anticipation of bursting forth with a heavy load of sticky white cum. I sucked harder. I knew it was now beyond his control and that it would all be over in a few seconds. Only a few seconds more... just as my lovely young lips tightly pursed around his aching cock, sucking voraciously, trying to milk his cum from him. His body straining to hold back the inevitable. A gasp broke from his parched throat. 

"NOW FALU, NOW!!" He screamed. His hands grabbed my head and he shoved down hard onto his jerking cock. His prick exploded in my mouth, sending jets of boiling hot cum down my throat, filling my mouth to the brim with his sperm until it could hold no more and I was forced to swallow it down. I sucked greedily, trying to squeeze every last drop of the precious fluid from his cock. His hot gooey cum tasted like heaven to me. I tried to swallow it all, but there was so much of it that some leaked through my lips, dribbling down my chin onto the floor. Just as I thought that it had ended, Raj pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot the last of his cum all over my face. I watched as his cock jerked about wildly, ejaculating its load on my face. It was all over my face, stringing my hair, dripping down my face as if I had taken a bath in it.

"YOU'RE A PRETTY GOOD COCK-SUCKER FALGUNI." Raj observed as he shook off the last drops of cum from his softening cock and put it back in his pants. I remained on my knees before him, stunned by what I had just done. "Now, get up here and sit in my lap!" He laughed. Not knowing why he wanted me too, I got up and obeyed. Raj reached over and picked up a stamp and gave it to me. He pointed to a spot on my husband's loan application. "Here!" He instructed. I stamped the page, "APPROVED". "There, wasn't it worth it?" Raj laughed. Revolted by what he had made me do, I just nodded. Raj laughed again and took the stamp from me. He inked it up, then, holding each of my breasts, stamped them "APPROVED". 

"Now get dressed and get out of here. I'll call your husband tomorrow and tell him the good news. I think you should throw a party on Saturday night to celebrate. I'll fuck you then. Dress sexy, especially under your clothes. Understand?" I nodded once again. In a daze, I slipped off his lap, repositioned my breasts in my brassiere, found my kameez and put it on. "May I fix my make-up?" I asked softly. It was Raj's turn to nod. He watched as I wiped off the traces of his cum with a tissue and touched on the make-up. 

My husband got the loan he needed and as per instructions we threw a weekend party to celebrate. Our small house was crowded and Raj was conspicuously absent until I almost convinced myself that he was not going to show up.

An hour into the party, I saw him, standing with his wife talking to a prominent local businessman. Raj eyed me, and beckoned me over. I obeyed. "Hello Mrs.Parikh!" He smiled. "Do you know my wife Pooja?" I shook my head and Raj made the introductions. As the conversation petered out after several minutes, Raj took me aside and said, "UPSTAIRS HALLWAY IN 15 MINUTES. NO BULLSHIT!!" I just nodded. I didn't want to do it, but was afraid of his power over my husband's business. 

I was upstairs when I was supposed to be. I waited several minutes before Raj came up. "Where's the bathroom?" He asked. I pointed to it and he pushed me inside, locking the door. "My, you look pretty!" He laughed gazing at my young firm body clad in a short party dress, "dressed up for me?" I hated him but nodded "yes". "Good! And your undies?" He asked lifting the front of my dress. I had on stockings and sheer bikini panties. "Good, you do as you are told!" He laughed. "Now take off your panties!" I was shocked. "Just do it!" Raj commanded. I obeyed; lifting my dress I put my hands underneath and pushed them down.

He put his hands on my waist, lifted me and made me sit on the sink. He sat down on the toilet. "I WANT TO TASTE YOU!" I was shocked. I enjoyed being eaten, but not by this hateful man? "Lift up your dress!" I obeyed once again. Raj turned to me, parted my shapely legs and stared at my naked cunt. It was beautiful, covered with soft downy hair, its moist pink line barely visible through the bush.

He took a deep breath of my cunt odor, savoring its smell. Then he extended his tongue and took his first taste of my luscious cunt. The flat of his tongue swept between my widespread cunt lips and brought an involuntary gasp from my throat. Almost against my will, my hand moved behind my head and I tilted myself down so I could watch him working. His mouth glued itself to my pussy lips and sucked hard. He was letting his tongue curl deep into my moist cuntal passage and then twitch as my interior muscles closed around it. He worked it round and round, seeking the tip of my clit and teasing it expertly with his teeth. Raj lapped like a crazed man at my cunt as I moaned and squirmed on the sink. He tongue fucked me hard and deep. He was loving the way my silky thighs clenched around his face. 

"NOOOOOO…. PLEAAASE…. DON'T….. PLEASE STOP" I sobbed. But we both knew I didn't mean it. Even if I did, Raj didn't care. By now I was flailing my hips wildly as he continued to chew my throbbing cunt. The tormenting wet licking kept for what seemed like an eternity. Everything seemed to fade away and all I could hear was the lewd slurping sounds of his tongue and the wild pounding of my heart. 

Then it started, almost imperceptibly at first. "OH NO!! THIS CAN'T BE!!" I screamed to myself. I had begun to feel them... little wisps of forbidden pleasure beginning to swirl around inside the depths of my hot, throbbing pussy. I was beginning to enjoy this lascivious licking by this man. I couldn't believe the change that had come over my body. I tried to suppress my pleasure, but I couldn't stop myself from crying out as Raj once again took the rigid little bud of my clit between his teeth and began to titillate it with his tongue. 

"OH NO! OH NOOO! OH NOOOOOOOOO!" I gasped, arching my back off the sink and forcing my pussy against Raj’s diligently working tongue. My whole body seemed to be on fire now. I didn't care who was doing it to me. I just wanted to cum! Raj pressed his face deeper into the steamy morass of my cunt. He began to jab his tongue at the contracting circle of my quivering orifice, feeling the sucking motions of my pussy walls as they tried to pull more of him into their heated depths.

Suddenly, he stiffened his tongue and rammed it as deep as it would go into the hot pulsating passage between my wildly thrashing legs. "AAAAGGGHHHH! AAAAGGGHHH! OH...! OHHHH!!!" I moaned. I was nearly insane from the expert tongue fucking. My cunt walls clung to his darting tongue and my ass quivered and shook with the vibrations that spasmed through my body. "OH YEAH!!! YESSS!! YESSSSS!!! Do it to me! Lick my pussy!! Make me cum! Just a little more and I'll make it! PLEEAAASE!!!!!!" I heard my words but couldn't believe I was saying them. Every nerve in my body was poised for that bittersweet agony of completion. Almost there….I felt his tongue move deeper into my cunt one more time… 

"OHHH! I'M CUMMING!!! I'M CUMMINGGG!!!!" I screamed mindlessly as my hips began to grind against Raj’s face. My cunt walls squeezed greedily on his thrusting tongue. My hands dropped to entwine themselves in his hair, forcing his head further between my lewdly spread legs. Never before had I experienced such wildly exciting raptures. 

Finally, Raj was finished. His tongue stopped licking and he slowly pulled his head back, staring at my hot swollen cunt lips. As the tremors in my satiated body began to subside, the pleasure he had just given me made me ashamed of myself. Trying to catch my breath, I sat there, my dress bunched around my waist, awaiting his next move. I wanted him to fuck me then and there, and we both knew it. My desire was writ large all over my face.

Raj got up. "Clean yourself up, then go downstairs and mingle with your guests. Be back here in ten minutes." Raj laughed. Frustrated, I slipped off the sink, my dress falling down to cover my slopping wet pussy. I didn't say a word as I picked up a towel to clean up the best as I could under the circumstances. 

I was back in exactly ten minutes. "WHERE'S YOUR BEDROOM?" He asked and followed me as I showed him the way. We went inside. "Lay down on the bed!" When I obeyed, he said, Lift your dress!" Again I obeyed, exposing my naked cunt to his lecherous eyes. NOW SPREAD YOUR LEGS WIDE!" I began to sob softly as I submitted to the man. I knew he was going to fuck me and I couldn't stop him from doing it. He gazed down at my quivering cunt, stark naked apart from the little cover offered by my thick bush of pubic hairs. It was still all red and swollen from the tongue-lashing he had given me minutes ago. 

"MY TURN NOW!" He laughed, undoing his pants and exposing that rock hard cock.  The next minute he was on top of me, using his knees to push my legs apart and planting himself firmly between them. "PUT IT IN!" He commanded. 

"DON'T ….. PLEASE DON'T ….. PLEAAASE!!" I started to cry. 

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH. SHUT UP AND START FUCKING …… YOU ARE MADE TO BE FUCKED AND I AM GOING TO DO JUST THAT." My pleadings fell on deaf ears. I knew that I could not afford to antagonize him so I reached down and grasped his cock, guiding it to red hot twat. Raj felt the tickle of my pussy hair on his cockhead and pushed forward into the creamy folds of my luscious cunt. He laughed as his swollen cockhead speared forward my cunt. 

"GOOOOODDDD! NO!! NO!! PLEASE NOOOOO!!!!" I cried as I felt the harsh pressure of his member against my cunt lips. There was no way I could resist him now. As I continued to cry no, my legs spread further apart to receive more of Raj’s cockmeat into my steamy hot pussy. Slowly he pushed further and further into me, my little pussy expanding to its limit to accommodate that monster cock. 




The Banker



It was gonna be another long day at the bank, thought Luke, as he headed in to work, still slightly aroused by some half-remembered kinky dream he'd had to work off in the shower.

He would have the usual never-ending appointments with clients, followed by the obligatory round of drinks at the pub with the boys to celebrate the end of another day. On some level, even though he was a bachelor, and enjoyed playing the field, he craved something more...something he couldn't quite vocalize...a nebulous idea beyond his grasp. In the mean time, there were plenty of supple willing young females to conquer and seduce, to bend to his will and make orgasm. And yeah, he was good in bed. He knew it.

The morning passed quickly enough, and soon he was facing his last appointment before lunch. It was a woman who'd come in only once before for some investing advice. She seemed to know the answers to her own questions already, as she had clearly done a lot of research on her own and was just seeking confirmation. Luke admired that she had her financial life in order, so different from the usual mess of loans and debt of most of his clients. He looked forward to seeing Dee, not only because he knew he could expect a straightforward, amicable meeting, but also because he found her very attractive.

There was a knock on his door, and Dee was ushered in. She was tan, with blue eyes and blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her classic Slavic bone structure, needing little makeup to draw attention. She looked hot in a short faded denim skirt and classic white t-shirt pulled taut over her D-cup breasts. She had definitely dressed to beat the heat of this humid summer day. She wore black sandals that gave her a bit of height, while showing off her legs to full advantage. Overall, the outfit left little to the imagination and provoked sexual thoughts. 

Always the professional, Luke struggled to seem nonchalant. He, of course, was doomed to be uncomfortable in a suit and tie. 

"Hi Dee, good to see you again, what brings you here today?" Luke asked.

"Well, you gave me great advice before with regard to my finances. I thought you might be able to help again. You see, I've been living with my boyfriend for some time now, but things haven't been going well and a break-up is imminent. I just wanted to make sure that my assets would be protected and see if you had any other advice to give." Dee said.

I'll protect your assets, Luke thought. Quickly, he formed the right words to say and gave her his opinions while inwardly reveling that this gorgeous creature would soon be single. Maybe he should ask her out? No. It was too soon, he'd scare her away.

"Thanks for all your help Luke, I really appreciate it," Dee said. She stood up, turning back around to pick her purse up off the chair. "Oops," Luke heard, and watched Dee bend forward to pick something up off the floor. What he saw next, he couldn't believe. 

Dee's short skirt had ridden up enough for him to see what was underneath: Nothing. Nothing but a beautiful bare pussy whose juices glinted in the fluorescent office light. What finally woke Luke out of his trance-like state was Dee had turned her head to look him in the eyes while remaining bent over, giving him a decidedly mischievous look. The next instant she was back straight again, and Luke didn't know what to think. Had she done it on purpose? It wasn't possible. Yet his raging hard-on told him it had, in fact, just happened.

"Thanks again, Luke," Dee said, extending her hand across the desk for a shake.

Luke wasn't sure how to proceed. "Oh yeah, uh, any time Dee," he said, taking her hand. 

Dee gave it a firm shake and moved toward the door. Just as she started to turn the knob, she paused. "Would you be free for lunch by any chance? I'm hungry and going to get a bite to eat, and I figure it might be your lunchtime too."

Luke practically jumped out of his seat. "Why yes, it is my lunch break. Where would you like to go?" Luke asked.

"I know a little place not far from here," Dee said. As Luke followed Dee out of the bank, he couldn't keep his gaze off her body slinking along in front of him. When they got outside, Dee said, "Why don't I drive?" She led him to a beautiful sleek black Jaguar and let him hold the door open for her, allowing him to see the short skirt rise up her legs once again, driving him to distraction. Hearing her rev the motor, Luke quickly went around and got in the other side.

"So, where are we going?" he asked. "You'll see," she replied. Quickly they were speeding away through traffic. Soon they were heading into a park. "I didn't realize there was a restaurant tucked away in here," Luke said. Dee just grinned and wouldn't answer. Soon they parked on the side of the road where a trail began. Dee grabbed a bag from the backseat and jumped out of the car before Luke had a chance to ask any questions. "This way," she said walking off into the forest quickly, so that Luke was obliged to follow her.

After a few quick bends of the trail the road was lost behind them. Was this some kind of weird trick? Luke thought. Then he turned around the next corner and saw Dee sitting on a blanket she must have had in her bag in a small clearing.

"What if I told you lunch was me?" she said. Luke was momentarily dumbfounded. His wildest dreams were coming true! Luke quickly undid his tie and threw it on the blanket. Dee had her t-shirt off already, revealing gorgeous breasts desperately trying to free themselves from her bra. "Here, let me help you with that," Luke said as he grabbed her in his arms for a rabid, frenzied kiss while reaching around to undo her bra. He pulled back just enough to get a hand in to maul her breast viciously while continuing his deep kiss.

When Dee started moaning he reached down with his other hand to her pussy, only to find she was soaking wet. By this time Dee had undone the buttons of Luke's shirt and got his jacket off. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, and he could feel her heart beating. As he started to fuck her with his fingers Dee pulled away from the kiss and buried her head in his neck, biting it softly. After a few minutes of his attentions, with Dee moving in rhythm against his fingers, she came, with her juices flowing over his fingers. "I need you to fuck me, Luke," Dee said softly into his ear while gripping his hair.

"Oh yeah? Quite the little slut, aren't we? Well don't worry my sexy whore, I'll fuck you 'til you can barely walk," Luke replied. This made Dee go wild, ripping at his belt in her hurry to get his pants open. Luke pushed her back down onto the blanket a tad roughly, and unhurriedly finished the job of getting his hard cock out of his pants. Dee just stared at it with a look of yearning. 

"You want this?" he said.

"Yes please," she said.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me 'til I can't walk," she begged. With those words the remainder of Luke's willpower left him and he thrust his cock in in one long movement making her cry out. Without waiting to see if she was okay, he wildly drove his cock in and out, burying himself to the hilt while his balls slapped at her ass and she held on for dear life. After a few minutes he flipped her over so he could grab her tits hard and leverage himself even further into her hot tight cunt. Luke was in heaven. He'd even always fantasized about fucking in the woods. Something about it seemed so primal to him.

Once again he decided to switch positions. Flipping Dee over, he grabbed her ass hard with both hands and lifted her, carrying her over to a thick tree-trunk nearby. Ramming her against the trunk, she cried out but just grabbed the back of his head to pull him in for another lusty kiss while he used gravity and the tree to fuck her senseless. As he was reaching his climax she reached between them, rubbing her clit. Luke soon felt her inner muscles tighten, another orgasm approaching. The feeling on his cock was wonderful, and he knew he would come soon. 

"Yes, come in me," Dee rasped. With one final thrust Luke shot his load into her, filling her with his seed. Catching his breath, he carried her over to the blanket, and dropped her down. "Lick off my cock bitch," Luke told her. Dee rose up on her knees and took him in her warm mouth, licking and sucking all their combined juices off. When she looked up at him so obediently with her big blue eyes, Luke felt the first stirrings of a reawakening cock. Looking at his watch, he realized he'd be late for work if they didn't hurry up.

"Okay slut, time to take Daddy back to work," he continued, knowing she liked and got off on his verbal abuse. "And don't bother with the bra."

She put her white t-shirt back on, this time with her nipples showing through, and her breasts jiggling as she walked. Luke realized he'd told the truth when he had to take her hand to help her walk straight down the path. As they approached the car, he told her he'd drive and she'd meekly handed over the keys. As they drove back, Luke continued to finger fuck Dee, and grab her tits, regardless of whether people in other cars could see. A block from the bank Luke pulled the car over and got out. 

"Don't worry my lovely whore, I'll fuck you again soon," he said, and then turned and walked away. He knew he'd finally found a woman who could not only really turn him on, but was actually intelligent. Thinking of all the ways he could violate her, Luke walked into the bank with a big smile on his face.



The Banker



It was cold and raining when I got off work, traffic was a mess due to the weather so I stopped at a tavern for a cocktail before finishing the drive home. I was sitting at the bar enjoying some bourbon on the rocks and absent mindedly watching a ball game on the TV. The tavern was mostly empty, just a few of what appeared to be regulars and the bar tender. Suddenly the door opened and a cold breeze blew in. 

I really wasn't paying much attention until the cold breeze hit my neck, and the sharp staccato sound of high heels hitting the wood floor hit my ears. I turned to look and saw an unexpected surprise.

She was about 40, with dark hair pulled into a simple ponytail which hung just below her shoulders, she was wearing a dark wool overcoat which hung to her knees and 4 inch business pumps. She was sophisticated and classy. She walked directly to the bar, ordered a drink and left for the ladies room.

I went back to the game as my mind wondered why a woman like her was in this kind of place. Was she meeting someone or was she just avoiding the traffic as I was?

While my thoughts spun from her, to the game, to the weather, I heard the sharp report of her high heels on the floor. She returned from the ladies room and collected her drink; she sat down a few stools away from me. I glanced over at her discretely; I saw her smooth raven hair and emerald green eyes. She saw me looking at her and gave the slightest hint of a smile. I said hello and turned my attention back to the game on the television. A few minutes later, she stood and removed her overcoat, tossing it on the stool where she had been sitting and then sat down again on stool closer to me. As she stood to remove her overcoat I let my eyes enjoy the view of her impressive curves that were previously hidden by her overcoat. Her silk blouse was sheer, creamy in color, and the lacy black bra cupping her full breasts showed through enticingly, she was wearing a knee length dark wool business skirt which accentuated the curves of her legs and ass. She smiled at me and sat down. I introduced myself to her, her name was Kim. She was a banker, and like me she stopped in the tavern to avoid the weather instead of driving. We chatted a bit about the storm and the traffic while we had a few cocktails. The alcohol was relaxing us both and I moved closer to her. We continued our small talk and soon she turned to me and was laughing and reached out to touch my arm. 

Feeling encouraged by her touch, I reached down and touched her leg just above the knee. To my surprise, she didn't move away, in fact, she pushed her leg back against my hand and smiled. My touch lingered too long and she glanced down at my hand and then looked me in the eye, holding my eyes in hers for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly, she stood and walked to the ladies room. I watched as she walked away, her hips swaying seductively, the slit in the back of her skirt showing just a hint of her thigh, and her powerful shapely calves flexing as she strode away. Once again I heard the sharp sound of her spike heels on the floor.

I was thinking I pushed things too far and too soon with her when I heard the familiar sound of her heels hammering my ears once again. As she walked toward me I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a little cleavage, then I realized she had removed her bra, her dark slightly erect nipples were showing slightly through the thin silk of her blouse. I felt my cock twitch and start to swell just a bit as I watched her walk towards me. She sat down and we had another cocktail and some more small talk. I reached down and rested my hand on her thigh, feeling her wool skirt and firm thigh. She turned towards me and the slit in her skirt gave me a view of her inner thigh and the lacy top of her black stocking. She suggested we leave and I couldn't say yes fast enough. 

I paid for the drinks and collected her overcoat. We opened the door to leave and noticed the rain had turned to snow. There were several inches of snow on the on the ground, covering everything, muffling sound and giving everything a ghostly glow. I reached my arm around her and pulled her close to me. She turned and gazed into my eyes. I took in the beauty of her face and bent to kiss her lips. Her mouth parted quickly and our tongues met and intertwined. I pulled her close feeling her breasts crush against my chest and my erection begin to grow. I pulled away and directed her to my car. As we arrived at my car, I pushed her against the car and kissed her hard. My erection grew as I pressed against her. She moaned and I reached down, pulling her close to me by grabbing her ass with my right hand. I pressed my erection against her and I felt her hips press forward to meet mine. 

We continued to kiss and I moved my right hand from her ass, around her hip and down to the hem of her skirt. I pulled her skirt up with my right hand and she spread her legs the slightest bit. I felt her lacy panties and worked my fingers under the waistband while she continued to kiss me with growing urgency and passion. My fingers slid over her silky mound and felt the heat emanating from deep within her. I slid my middle finger down and enjoyed the wetness I found there. I found her most sensitive spot and began to rub my finger in small circles, interrupted periodically by dipping my finger into her swollen wetness. It didn't take long until her breathing became rapid and heavy, she started to tremble and moan. Suddenly, she stopped kissing me and I felt her grip tighten on my arms, she became stiff and a stifled scream escaped her lips. Her entire body was tense and shaking. After a few minutes her body relaxed a bit and she kissed me once again. Kimberly withdrew from my lips and said that I'd made her cum and she owed me the same.

Her hands slid down my arms and felt the hardness in the front of my pants. She rubbed outside my pants while we continued to kiss and then suddenly she said she was cold. We got into the car; I started the motor and turned on the heat, enjoying the quiet warmth. She leaned over and began kissing me while rubbing my hardness. She unbuttoned my pants and took out my throbbing cock. She lowered her lips to my cock and kissed it. My right hand reached around her back and felt her right breast. I explored the wonderful heaviness of her breast and her quickly stiffening nipple. I gently pinched and pulled at her nipple as she continued to work my cock with her mouth. She opened her mouth and slid my cock past her warm lips. I moaned in ecstasy. She used her tongue to circle the head of my cock while she sucked. Her left hand held the shaft of my cock and stroked it softly; her left hand reached to my balls and caressed them, giving them a slight squeeze and a tug. Her tongue was doing amazing things to my cock as I looked at the snow covered windshield. 

Here I was with a sophisticated, classy, beautiful woman sucking my cock in the parking lot of a tavern. While my mind worked on the possibility of being seen by someone in the parking lot, she continued to do things to my cock I'd never felt before or since. Suddenly I felt that familiar twinge; cum begin to boil in my balls. I was going to erupt soon. I continued to feel her breast and enjoy her tongue. I told her I was going to cum, expecting her to remove her mouth from my cock, she grunted and continued swirling her tongue around the head of my cock and while giving my balls a slight squeeze. That was all it took. I erupted, shooting what felt like a gallon of cum into her mouth. She continued to suck my cock vigorously until I was drained and then raised up and looked at me. I saw a dribble of cum on her lower lip and she wiped her lip with her finger while looking me in the eye. The look in her eyes was pure lust; her eyes twinkled and shone bright green in the muted light. She licked her finger clean and smacked her lips. I kissed her deeply, I tasted the salty sweetness of my cum on her lips, I felt her breast and I hoped/knew this was only the beginning of a long night.

We chatted a bit while I recovered my senses. She said she didn't want to drive in the snow and asked me to take her home. I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. The snow storm had cleared the traffic, and we were the only car on the road. We made flirtatious small talk as we drove.

Kimberly adjusted the seat to lean back a bit and then slid down in the seat slightly, exposing more of her thighs and just the lacy top of her black stocking on her right leg. I commented that she had beautiful legs and that I liked her sexy black stockings. She responded by wriggling her hips and pulling her skirt up to her waist revealing both of her luscious thighs and the gap between her stockings and her black lace panties. I complimented her once again and she began tracing lazy lines with her right hand up her left thigh across her panties and down her right leg. She started back, reversing course, but this time, she hesitated at her lace covered mound. She spread her legs a bit more and slid her finger under the elastic of her thong panties. She let out a slow moan and exclaimed that she was very wet. Her fingers lingered in her pussy for a moment and then she withdrew them placing them to her lips, she then placed them to my lips and I breathed in their musky aroma. I stuck out my tongue to taste them and she slid her fingers between my lips. I sucked her fingers and swirled my tongue around them emulating the motion she had used with her tongue on my cock. She removed her fingers and returned them to her pussy. Her left hand unbuttoned her sheer silk blouse revealing beautiful, firm C cup breasts, with medium dark erect nipples. She quickly drew her hand across her breasts and stopped, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I couldn't resist and reached out to touch her breast. She sighed and her head sank back against the headrest. 

My cock began to swell in my pants as I watched her rubbing her pussy and cupping her breast. I barely noticed the traffic light ahead turned red and I slowed to a stop. As I sat there watching her, a snow plow pulled up next to us at the light. I warned her that she might be seen. She gave me a quick look and rolled down the window, looking up at the plow driver. I looked up at him through the sunroof of my car. He was watching her, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. She continued to rub her pussy and moan, every so often she would drive her fingers down and inside her dripping slit and then withdraw her fingers, rubbing their glistening wetness on her sensitive clit, her hips were rising to meet her hand and she squirmed on the seat. Her left hand was mauling her breast, squeezing, pushing and pinching her nipple. My cock was throbbing now. She was rubbing herself fast and hard, the snow was swirling in the open window and landing on her chest where it quickly melted to tiny beads of water. Suddenly, as before, her entire body tensed and became rigid. Her legs were ramrod straight, her feet jammed into the floorboards, her head thrown back, chest thrust out and up. She gasped "I'm cumming!!" I sat in rapt attention as she remained frozen for what seemed like minutes. Just as suddenly, her body relaxed a bit and she started to shake. I don't know how long the light had been green, when the snow plow started forward with a lurch and a quick honk of his air horn. Kimberly looked at me and said "that was great; I've never cum so hard before". I quickly rolled up the window and continued to drive as fast as possible given the condition of the slippery road. I wanted this woman, I wanted her more than anything else in the world, I wanted to thrust my raging hard cock into her hot pussy and fuck her.

I pulled into the drive sliding to a stop in the snow. I looked at Kimberly in the passenger seat and then quickly exited the car. As I approached her side of the car she flung the door open and exited. She ran to the door of the house, her silk blouse blowing as she ran, her skirt still hiked up around her waist, her ass perfectly framed by her lacy black thong. I slammed the door and quickly caught up to her on the porch. I reached for her and kissed her hard. I let my right hand slide down and grab her ass pulling her to me. My cock seemed as if would burst the seams of my pants as I rubbed against her. My left hand found her breast and I felt its magnificent weight once again. After a few moments I fumbled for the key and opened the door. She entered and went left toward the kitchen. I followed her and pushed her into the counter. I grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Her spike heels gave her just enough height that I could I grind my cock against the crack of her ass; Kimberly wiggled her hips and thrust back against my cock. I slid my hands down and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her lacy black thong, sliding it from her hips. It clung tenaciously to the cleft of her ass, finally releasing with a slight snap.

She spread her legs slightly and her thong fell to the floor. Kimberly reached behind and found my cock. She rubbed it through my pants and fumbled with my belt. Finally after what seemed like hours, she opened my pants and let them fell to the floor. She quickly shed me of my boxer shorts and grasped my cock, rubbing it against her ass. I had lost my patience. I bent my knees slightly and forced her to bend over the counter slightly, her tits and hard nipples brushing against the cold granite of the counter top. I used my foot to spread her legs slightly; she took the hint and directed my cock to her steamy wet pussy. I entered her effortlessly and slid all the way in until my hips contacted her ass. She was hot, hotter than any pussy I'd ever felt. I stayed still for a moment, enjoying the hot wetness engulfing my cock, and then I began to thrust. Slowly at first, I withdrew all the way until my cock slipped from her wetness and then I thrust forward again, burying my shaft into her wetness. Kimberly began to moan and pleaded with me to fuck her. The cocktails and the load of cum I'd pumped down her throat earlier gave me extra stamina. I began to build a rhythm, in and out. I teased her every few strokes by removing my cock and then re-entering her. 

She was begging me to fuck her. Her hands were on her ass cheeks, spreading herself and allowing me easier access to her hot, wet hole. He breasts brushed against the cold granite and it made her long erect nipples even harder. I grabbed a handful of her raven hair in my left hand and pulled her head back towards me. I began to fuck her hard. My thrusts forced her hips into the edge of the counter. Her full breasts swayed and grazed the cool granite. She squealed and released her ass with her left hand; she moved her hand to her left breast and once again began mauling it so forcefully I thought she might injure herself. The sight of her plying with her breast once again was pushing me over the edge. I began to feel my balls contract and cum begin to boil. I couldn't hold out much longer. I fucked her hard, I watched her right breast smashed against the counter and I heard her grunts of pleasure. It wouldn't be much longer. Suddenly, my cock swelled, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy as far as I could, grunted and felt rope after rope of thick cum flood her pussy. I pulled her hips back towards me, forcing myself as far inside her as possible, I felt like I couldn't be deep enough inside her. I held her there while my cock slowly softened and began to shrink from her hot wetness. I looked down and enjoyed the sight of her ass and my now limp cock covered in our mixed juices.

Exhausted, I turned her around to face me and kissed her sweetly. I looked down and enjoyed her beautiful face, her sparkling green eyes, and her shapely form. She smiled and suggested we move to the bedroom to rest...



The Banker Cull



Those in the know attributed to original idea to an undisclosed European source. To the wider public, though, this acclaimed initiative had come straight from Number 10, and seldom had a government project been greeted with such widespread support.

The idea itself was a miracle of ingenuity. The public couldn't stand bankers, and the armed forces could only prevent public lynchings for so long. Bankers, on the other hand, refused to amend their wicked ways and rumours of bonus-fuelled orgies of sexual depravity and indecent manipulations of statistics ran like wildfire. In other words, a civil war between the City and the rest of the country looked inevitable, and there was little a cash-strapped government could do to avert it. 

This is why, Cameron announced in the speech that he would later credit with his overwhelming victory in the following general election, a compromise would have to be reached. There would now be a bi-weekly free for all on bankers - provided there was no actual manslaughter. This is what family values are all about, he insisted: if people can have their wicked way with the evil bankers, but under tightly health-and-safety overseen regulations that still allow said bankers to keep their bonuses and their dangly parts more or less intact, civil society's cohesion will be preserved. 

A side benefit was, of course, to allow the bloodthirstier members of the community to unleash the violent passions on those who justly deserved it, thus leaving foxes, badgers and East European human-trafficked streetwalkers alone. The vegetarian lobby's newfound support for the Tories after the new policy was introduced counted for a good 10 percentage points. 

Instructions on how to proceed on Banker Cull days were duly issued by the various local authorities (with versions in French, Bengali, Sanskrit, audio and large print available upon request). Members of the public would have to form an orderly queue outside of the City's tube stations. Once issued with the government-standard leather leash and wide collar, they would have to patiently wait until 4 pm, when the first bankers complete their working day, and use it as a lasso to catch a specimen of high finance evil. 

Now this may sound a bit too easy, like shooting fish in a barrel when all they have to defend themselves is a little briefcase filled with hedge-fund performance graphs and carefully clipped out extracts from the Sun's page 3. Many a seasoned buffalo hunter would however disagree and explain that wild animals, when smelling danger, have a tendency to herd together in a forward stampede, oyster card on the ready, thus enabling most of them to get through the turnstiles unharmed. It is a fine combination of luck, innate skill and months of assiduous practice that allows one to sling the leather leash just so, feel it fall at just the right angle and, most importantly, pull it back with a banker's neck secured inside.

History doesn't say whether Parsifal the banker considered himself more pisces or bovine, or indeed what emotions the feel of leather tightening around his neck aroused into him one sunny Thursday in July. It can only be surmised that a fleeting regret for having agreed to keep his bonus on those terms may briefly have been evoked, followed by the uncertain pondering on what the next few hours held in store for him.

Most people would agree that bankers were best used either for hen do entertainment or as recipients for mindless violence. As he meekly followed the pull of his leash that brought him to his new owner in front of a jeering crowd, Parsifal probably hoped for the former. Hen parties usually involved large amounts of alcohol, and, not unlike the universal pull of gravity, some unwritten law of nature translated into its inevitable finding its way to the nearest banker's lips. 

From then onwards, things proceeded very much like a standard night out in the land of Nelson and Cromwell. Clothes would be shed, nipples would be twisted, more vodka would be ordered, and a somewhat dishevelled but still good-humoured banker would find his way back to his office in the early hours of the morning, mindless of the lipstick smears on his underwear and tie, just on time to quickly run a cocktail umbrella through his hair before the start the daily nap more commonly known as the morning team meeting. Nothing, in a word, to distinguish that night from any other in said banker's private career. He might even keep the leash as a trophy, a keepsake for his well-spent youth – a memento to pass on to the younger generations along with wise advice on how to pass a drunken hiccup as sound pension-fund advice. 

Parsifal's heart fell when he caught a first glimpse of his owner for the evening. No pink tutu, no tiara, and no half-dozen inebriated ladies in tow - he was looking at mindless violence. 

"Jackpot," the woman said. "We've got a pretty one this time."

He tried to assess the situation. Jones from the retail banking department had been caught by a bunch of Trotskyites a few months back and hadn't been able to sit straight since then. This lot didn't look particularly left-wing, though. Conservative attire. Maybe they were a secret banker protection squad, come to whisk him away to safety, maybe with a blow-job or three for his trouble. 

He brought his hand to his collar - rather uncomfortable, these things, when someone kept tugging at them so - and hung on to that thought for dear life as he followed his new owner meekly. 

All residual optimism however disappeared when he saw the spanking stocks. 

He had watched their erection, with, he was ashamed to admit, one of his own. They had been built to maximise banker exposure and to minimise banker chances of escape. The wood was thick, the openings of neck and wrists were small, and the locks very secure indeed. What's more, a well-placed stool propped one's bottom up, giving a jeering crowd full view of one's exposed private in the all too likely event of one's owner divesting one of one's trousers. 

Parsifal had often wondered how it would feel to be trapped that way, head and hands secured in the heavy wooden board, his hindquarters left rather vulnerable to anything the tormentors had in mind. The general rule was, he realised with a touch of panic, that everything was fair game as long as no banker actually died. That left a lot of possible playing around - possibly a lot more than his buttocks had previously experienced or indeed wished for. 

"Come on, up you go," his handler said, pushing him up the to slightly elevated platform, cutting his musings short. 

He hadn't really noticed it before, but the stocks themselves were on a wooden construction, not unlike the edifices the French had erected to support their guillotines. This, he came to understand as he walked up, had the unfortunate consequence of rendering the victim very visible to any onlooker. This wasn't too bad as long as he wore his clothes-

"Come on," his owner prompted. "Don't keep us waiting, take your clothes off!"

"Couldn't you, er, spank me with my trousers on?" he queried. 

She smiled. 

"Who told you I would stop with the spanking?"

He blushed and tried to keep his composure. 

"He's not obeying!" an unhelpful voice shouted from the crowd. 

His handler stepped on the platform too. She was now holding his leash in her left hand, and her right one, he realised, held a crop, the tip of which she placed right under his chin, forcing his head upwards. 

"You heard the reminder, and yet you're still not obeying..."

"I..."

"Shut up. I won't be amused if I have to repeat the order."

His hands shook slightly. There was being comfortable with your own body, and there was disrobing in front of a mob of horny and possibly sadistic women. The two shouldn't be mistaken for one another! 

The crop disappear from under his chin and violently smacked him on the cheek. 

"One..."

He brought his hand to his cheek, staring at her in disbelief. What on earth-

The second smack came on the other cheek, harder.

"Two!"

"I'll do it! I'm doing it!"

He swallowed hard, breaths quick and shallow, trembling hands fumbling with his belt and fly. His trousers fell on his ankles. 

The crowd cheered. 

It would be hard to envision a more humiliating position, he mused until he was interrupted once more with violence. His tormentor had grasped both sides of his shirt, pulling hard until it tore in the middle. 

"You're not a quick one, are you? Also didn't see that banking crash coming, I bet, hmm?"

She pulled the shirt away and twisted his right nipple with what could only be described as a savage grin. 

"Too bad it's time to pay for this now, hmm?"

Although never usually one to lack a witty repartee, he was at loss for words. There was something about standing there in your underwear in the middle of a hostile crowd, nipple on fire, waiting for one's punitive spanking to commence, that hindered polite conversation somewhat. He placed his hands in front of his stubborn erection, hoping to conceal it from view. 

"Now now now. Let's not be shy..."

He could swear the witch had the hint of a French accent. If a millenium of ritual humiliation in various battlefields by the hereditary enemy was to be believed, this did not bode well for him. 

"Hands off now, let me see what we have here."

She took hold of his other nipple and pressed gently. He felt himself harden even more. 

"You do realise that you're not in your bank any more, do you? Lack of co-operation now will only make me angrier when we come down to business... hands behind your back, now, if you don't want me to call a few members of the public to hold you down."

He swallowed, hard, and slowly moved his hands away from his crotch. It was a better bet to let everyone watch than to let everyone touch, surely? Had to be... 

Her hand slid down his stomach to his side in a sensual caress. 

Their eyes locked. 

Please don't let her touch me there, he thought. It could all too easily lead to an accident, and something told him that, humiliating though his arousal was, it would be easier to bear through the evening still horny than after an orgasm. 

Her hand curved around his balls and he could see the hint of a smile on her face. 

"My, my, my... what do we have here..."

She squeezed his cock through his underwear and then pulled them down, leaving him completely exposed. 

"Are we having fun? Ladies, this banker here is finding the situation very interesting!"

She walked around him and held his arms firmly behind his back, exposing him, and his erection, to the crowd. 

His cheeks were on fire, and the early cropping was only partly to blame. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. This wasn't like the time he got caught red-handed fiddling with the short-term interest rates: no amount of quick thinking could get him out of that one. 

"You know what I think? You should bend over now so I can secure you in the stocks..."

He shuddered. This was the point of no return. If he didn't escape now, he certainly wouldn't be able to later in the evening. 

As if reading his thoughts, she twisted his right arm behind his back, forcing him to bend forward, chest touching the thick wooden stool. She maneuvered his neck on the stock and single-handedly clicked it shut. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing against the thick padding of the restraint. It had been precisely tailored to be just on the verge of discomfort, he noticed – not tight enough to strangle, yet snug enough to be felt. There must have been countless panic attacks caused by the feeling of near oppression it caused. 

"Hands, now, you naughty boy, or do you need another taste of the crop?"

He very slowly, very reluctantly brought his left wrist into the thick padded cuff. 

She let go of his right arm. 

He paused for a bit, trying to relax his shoulder muscle as much as possible. Something told him that, once secured up, there would be no untying until the wee hours of the morning. 

She was waiting for him to place his right hand in the other cuff, he realised. There was a certain something in having to place himself in a position of increased vulnerability that was far worse, and far more humiliating, than having her manhandle him into the stocks herself. 

She caressed his naked back, hand lingering on his buttocks. He shuddered – not at the discomfort, but at the implied intimacy of her touch. He was itching to turn around and touch her in return. To grab her bottom and squeeze a bit...

He must have twitched. She chuckled and unhurriedly bend forward, her breast touching his back. She leisurely secured his hands – those padded cuffs were just as secure as they looked – and kissed him on the cheek. 

"Eager to start, are we?" she pointed at his cock, still visible as it dangled between his legs, and more than a few laughs came from the crowd. 

Damn. He was as hard as ever. 

She went back to touching his arse, massaging each cheek. This didn't help. It must have something to do with increase in blood flow to his nether regions, he thought... and then she started to caress his balls and he stopped thinking altogether. 

Her touch was light. He found himself closing his eyes, partly to block out the spectacle of a few hundred demented females staring at his nakedness with far too much interest, partly to focus on what she was doing to him. 

Two fingers inched forward, caressing the length of his erect cock and then travelled back across the glans, circling the coronal ridge just too lightly at first, firming up with every stroke. 

He found himself thrusting forward to get more contact on his cock. Forget the stay aroused to make the beating easier to take – he wanted her to touch him more and he wanted to cum. Hard. Whether being naked and humiliated in public played a role in that was something he was not prepared to examine at the moment. 

"Right," she said, removing her fingers. "I think we're all ready."

What? 

"Ah..." he uttered, almost prepared to beg. 

"It's a good thing I always wear a scarf," she went on. "Never out of blindfolds that way!" 

Without further ado, he felt the cloth being tightened around his head, and all went dark. 

"Now, ladies, I'm going to take some advice from the public. Who votes for a sound caning?"

Scary sounds of assent rose from the assembly. 

"and who votes on a sound paddling?"

The cheers were indiscernible from the previous ones, but she seemed to be of a compromising disposition. 

"Fine, we'll have both! Now, I would need a volunteer..." 

Before he knew what was happening, he heard the sound of high heels walking on the raising platform, sensed something brushing his stomach, and felt a warm mouth close on the tip of his cock. 

He instinctively thrust forward and the mouth withdrew. 

"Rookie mistake, darling. You're not allowed to do that. Whenever you move, you'll get this..."

He heard the swoosh of a cane, heard the impact of wood on flesh, and a split second later, felt the pain of the impact hit him. 

He was still crying out when the wet, soft mouth engulfed him once more. 

"Now, now, now. Crying like a little girl already? You should get punished for that..."

There was no whooshing this time, just a dull thud, and then pain. 

He yelped and tried to focus on the mouth on his cock. She was settling on a rhythm, he realised – in, out, in out, and then tongue circled around the tip of his cock. His handler started rubbing his bottom and he let himself give in to the sensation. He wasn't very far from orgasm. 

She started spanking him lightly, her bare hand hitting his bottom methodically. As if on cue, her acolyte quickened her in, out, in, out, tongue around-

He could cum from this, he realised. He tried to focus. 

And she started to hit him harder. 

It was difficult to tell at first – she continued to strike him with her bare hands, but it felt more painful every time. She was hitting harder, he realised, and focussing on those area that already hurt him most. 

Ouch. 

He thrust as discreetly as he could into the other lady's mouth. He was so damn close, all he needed was a bit of additional stimulation-

He heard the whoosh and the crack before the soaring pain settled in. 

"What did I tell you about moving?"

The crowd started booing. 

"Now be still if you don't want the worst paddling of your life, you little slut," she whispered into his ear. 

She started massaging his bum once more and God forbid, the cool hand on his tormented flesh felt good. He let out a sigh and once more focussed on the ongoing blowjob. A hot, moist mouth around him had never felt so good as it did now. Oh, to be untied and to be able to thread his fingers through her hair, to watch her sucking him, to let himself cum... 

And once more, she started hitting him, slowly at first, then harder and harder. It was more noticeable this time – his abused flesh was more sensitive to the ongoing abuse. And yet... and yet... he had never felt so hard in his life...

"I think he's ready, dear..."

He didn't as much hear the order as feel the cold evening air on his now bare cock as she withdrew her mouth. 

He groaned and it must have been loud enough to be heard as more than a few chuckles erupted in the background. His cock pulsated into the void at the sharp reminder of his audience. 

Cool fingers teased the top of his crack and slowly went down towards his bumhole. 

God. 

No. 

Not that. 

He shivered as she reached her goal. 

"Do we like that?"

"Let's see if he likes his nipples touched..." the other female voice echoed. 

He swallowed hard. He didn't know how, or when, but they had done their research right. Those were precisely the two things he had been fantasising on for so long. 

Emphasis on fantasising. Actual enacting... now that was something different entirely. 

The fingers were swirling around his tight arsehole, half-massaging, half-teasing. 

Other fingers circled around his nipples. This time it didn't hurt. 

His erection was almost painful. 

He couldn't focus any more. All his erogenous zones were stimulated; his bottom burned; he wanted to come; he was painfully, acutely, humiliatingly aware of his audience. 

Before he could sum up his thoughts, the very tip of a well-lubricated finger slipped inside him.

This time his groan sounded loud even to his own ears. 

The finger slipped out, then in again. 

He was beyond reasoning. He pushed back against her. Participating in his own debasement didn't really matter any more. He wanted her to take him, there and then, in front of all these witness. He wanted to feel something hard inside him. He wanted to cum and to cum now. 

"Eager, are we?" she chuckled. 

Her sidekick redoubled her efforts on his nipples. They were hard little nubs of sensation now and were it not for the action down south, there would be nothing in the entire universe capable of diverting his thoughts from it. 

She withdrew her finger as quickly as she had pushed it in and grabbed his hips, her right hand still slick with lubricant. 

"Let's see who's fucking the banking code of ethics, now, shall we? Or should we stick to fucking the banker?"

He felt the tip of something cold against it. 

Shit. 

A strap-on dildo. 

Those may or may not be on his all time favourite fantasy wishlist and he had already prepared a long explanation on the topic of how so many videos featuring them had magically slipped into his "private bookmarks" tab. To have it done this publicly, though... by a stranger he couldn't even see...

The dildo pushed inside him, further... and further... and even further than a finger ever could go... and touched his prostate at long last. 




The Banker Cull



He squirmed, shuddered and moaned.

So that's what it felt like!

She withdrew her hips a fraction of a inch and pushed back in. He was seized by an uncontrollable shudder and she held him firmly, rolling her hips against his in a most pleasurable motion. 

Some part of him might have registered his own low, constant groaning, but he was way past caring. She kept rolling against him, inside him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. 

She slipped a hand under him, touching the tip of his cock, teasing mercilessly. 

The pain in his bottom echoed the sharp pain in his nipples as they got pinched more and more violently. They were doing it again, he realised – giving him more pleasure, and then increasing the pain to keep him from cumming. No, no, not this time, he resolved. He was too close... so close... 

He pushed back against her, matching every one of her thrusts with one of his own. She was slipping, he noticed, and her caresses on his cock got longer and firmer... 

He hovered on the brink for what seemed to him an eternity and then it all came loose, like a dam breaking down after a long storm. He came harder than he ever had, jets of sperm flooding the hard wooden stool. 

He let himself slump down, the dildo slipping out of his body. He hadn't even realised he'd been holding himself so tense just to be able to push back against her...

The warmth of the sudden and unexpected release left him impervious to the woman's laughter. 

"That one's a right pervert! Did you see how he was pushing back?"

He felt more than registered the warm cloth wiping him clean, a bit annoyed at how they both kept touching his crotch. He'd cum, he didn't want anything else touching him here now... 

"Here we go... could never get the hand of these things..."

He felt a pubic hair being wrenched out in a most painful manner as something was fastened around his private parts. Damn. He pushed back against the padded restraints of the spanking stock. He'd cum, all right? He'd won and asserted himself despite their humiliations and ministrations. Time for these harpies to stop tormenting him now! 

He felt shoved into something hard and cold and would have jumped at the discomfort had he not been already secured down. The... thing... was shoved up and secured to the ring that already circled his cock and balls. He heard the snap of a padlock. 

What the hell? 

They were releasing his hands and neck now and he stumbled up. His limbs had gone to sleep and every movement was painful. He didn't even notice the cheering crowd as the blindfold was removed, his gaze attracted by the shiny metal cage on his penis. 

"Didn't you read the terms and conditions, dear?" the woman asked. 

"You're ours to play with now," the other one echoed with a smile. 

He stood there, naked, to dazed to fully take the measure of his surroundings. 

"Here's my number," his handler said with a cheeky grin. "As I have the key... and you're cute... I wouldn't object to your coming to me to beg when you feel the need."

"Don't forget to wear your collar and leash, mind you," the other one added. 

"And nothing else!" she concluded with a laugh. 

...

in the days and weeks to come, he would come to feel very ashamed of how the very memory of that laugh never failed to make his caged cock strain against the hard steel. 





(Any resemblance between a character in this story and any employee of the English financial sector, dead or alive, would of course be pure coincidence)



The Banker Has His Way



"I don't understand why you asked me here Mr. Singh. My husband handles the business. He spoke to you about the loan he needs. I don't see how I can help. "Barkha Dikshit smiled at the bank loan officer as she sat down in his office. She and her husband had come to this small town four years before. Her husband, Rahul, started a small audio/video business that had been very successful. They were well liked in the community and had many friends. 

Gurbir Singh, the loan officer was not one of them. He and his wife lived in the Dikshit's neighborhood and they saw them frequently. Gurbir Singh was an older man in his early 40's. He himself was not bad to look at but was always making passes at the 25 year old Barkha Dikshit. She was very good looking with a milky white-pink complexion, large black eyes, perfectly shaped lips, a thin nose black shoulder length hair, firm breasts capped by small and well knit nipples, nice long legs and a small waist. She was proud of her her body and at times pranced around the house doing the daily chores like working in the kitchen in a skimpy top or a loose sleeveless T shirt with a matching pair of shorts. The sight of those slim long fair legs and bare feet was too much for Singh. He was hot for her. Barkha however wanted nothing to do with him . She thought about telling his wife or her husband but she didn't want to start any trouble. 

Now she was sitting in his office. Barkha was wearing a sleeveless powder blue Salwar suit the kurta of which was low-cut and gave a generous glimpse of her well endowed cleavage. Her fair arms were bare and very inviting. She had a couple of golden bangles on one wrist and a dainty watch on the other. She was wearing white strapped sandals with silver chained anklets and bright nail polish on manicured toes. The colour of her lipstick and nail polish was the same: bright red. She was feeling very uncomfortable. Gurbir Singh had called her that morning and said he had to get somemore information for the loan. Her husband was out of town for the day. She had explained that to him, but he wanted her there. 

"Let me be frank with you Mrs. Barkha. I asked you to come here this morning, because I want you to suck my cock and if you don't do that well, then I will have to fuck you, " he said straight faced. "God!! " Barkha was not sure she had heard right. "Pardon me? " she said "What was that? " Singh repeated what he had said. Barkha got up to leave, her face red with anger. 

"Fuck me! You son of a bitch! You're an asshole! And why on earth should I let you fuck me? How can you talk to me like this? "

'Mrs. Barkha, if you leave now, and Rahul blows me, I'll deny yourhusband the loan he needs. He'll be out of business in a week. Now sit down. " Singh said calmly. 

Barkha glared at Singh, then sat back down. "How can you do that! " Barkha cried. "Rahul's never done anything to you. He's hard working and a credit to this town! " 

"Did I say that he was bad? He may be wonderful and I am sure he is. Well he wants some of my money and I want you. I think its a fair trade. "

"I"ll never do it! I'll tell your wife, I'll tell your boss! You're crazy if you think I'm going to let you fuck me!! " She glared at him with hate in her eyes. 

"Oh! I did not say that, did I? I merely asked you to jack me off, but you are the one who is repeating 'fuck, fuck'. For starters you will suck my cock. That's just to start with. Over the course of the loan, six months I believe, I'll have you wherever and whenever I want. If you refuse at anytime, I'll call the loan. As for telling my wife, she won't believe you. As you telling my boss. This loan is discretionary. I think your husband will do O. K. with it, but its close. Prudent bankingwould deny the loan. My boss will understand that. Then I'll have to sue you my darling for defamation of character. I"ll own you! So Barkha, my sweet, get over here, get rid of that kurta which is not able to hide much and start sucking now. It better be good or I will screw you later! " He laughed. 

Barkha was stunned. He had it all figured out. She wanted so much to get out of there, but she wanted her husband to get that loan. They needed the money. She sat there thinking and thinking. As her predicament sunk into her she whimpered. "If I suck your cock now, you'll give Rahul the loan and well, not fuck me? "

"It depends you know. Now close and lock the door and get over here and suck me off! We don't want an audience or do we? Please don't delay. I have work to do. "Barkha sat there with shock in her eyes. Slowly, she realized she had no choice. She was going to do it. She was going to do this for the husband she loved. Reluctantly she got up, locked the door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly. As she slowly walked towards him he said, "Take your kurta off. Now! ". Barkha grimaced. She despised him and what she was about to do. Her husband needed that loan. Slowly, she kept her dupatta aside and pulled the kurta over her head glaring at him with unconcealed hatred. She still held it close to her chest, hoping against hope for some escape from the lecherous man before her. 

"Quit stalling, Barkha, or I won't fuck you, I'll fuck your husband! " Singh sneered. Resigned to the inevitable, Barkha silently dropped the kurta to the ground. She stood before the banker in her sexy, lacy, skimpy white brassiere, her large firm breasts barely concealed by the flimsy garment. Her brown nipples pushed against her translucent material of the brassiere, seeming to be trying to break free. They were clearly visible to Singh. 

"I have seen you virtually naked when you were cutting the cake on your birthday so don't act snooty. "Barkha was aghast. 

"How? "

"By peeping, darling. If you can undress for your friends surely you can strip for a benefactor. "

"But peeping in so unethical. The girls were my friends and had seen me nude a no. of times . For their husbands I undressed only for a short while to cut the cake and I was not naked. "She still remembered how their two closest friends had insisted that the birthday girl should cut the cake in the birthday suit. She had tried everything but they had not agreed. Ultimately even Rahul had asked her to strip only for the cake cutting. So they had dimmed the lights and she had cut the cake clad in nothing but a very thin transparent slip which ended about six inches above her knees. 

" Shut up! Now get over here! " He ordered. Her heart was beating rapidly as she approached Gurbir Singh. When she came behind his desk, Singh slid his chair back away from his desk. His pants were unzipped and his cock and balls were exposed. His cock was long, thick and rock hard. He smiled up at her . "Get down on your knees in front of me and do the job. Suck it good and your husband gets his loan. Suck it bad and you're bankrupt. " 

Barkha looked down at the hard prick. She sank to her knees before the half naked man. Singh put a hand on one of Barkha bra encased tits. Involuntarily, she backed away. 

"NO no no! " Singh laughed, "no titties, no loanie! " Almost crying, Barkha moved backed to him. Singh put his hand back on her breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling her nipple become erect. He slipped his hand inside of her brassiere, touching her baretit flesh. First, his palm pressed against Barkha's enlarged nipple. Then, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. He kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts as Barkha kneeled before him obediently. At his insistence she slipped off her bra exposing her milky white soft breast. He squeezed and pinched her bare tits. "Just stand up and offer me those nipples. First the right one. Yes. " 

As Barkha stood up he fixed his mouth on her erect nipple and sucked hard while at the same time also biting it lightly. He then cupped the breast and bit the nub while staring at her. "Very nice. Now the other one. Nice and enjoyable, no? The nipple is so erect one could hang anything on it but you are acting snooty. Now get back to business. And yes, if the sandals are bothering you, take them off. Feel at home. You remain bare footed in your house. Do the same here. "

Barkha slipped out of the sandals and got back to her knees before him, only in a salwar and in shock as his hand worked on her breasts. As he moved over to her other tit, she started to cry. Singh chuckled as he continued to feel her up. He moved his hand to the back of her head and pushed it down towards his erect cock. 

"Please no! " She pleaded as his cockhead touched her lips, "Please don't make me do this! " 

"Why make such a big deal about this! Is this the first time that you will be sucking a cock? Do it now or your husband's store is history! " The banker laughed. Still crying, Barkha reached up and took his cockshaft in her soft hand and began stroking it. Barkha ran her fingers up and down his hard cockshaft. She thought if she stroked it enough, he'd cum before she had to suck him. She moved her hand to his balls and gently caressed them. 

"Quit stalling and get on with it! " Singh commanded. Ashamed but knowing she had no choice, Barkha moved her face to his cock-head. She was revolted and her heart was beating rapidly as her silky tongue tentatively emerged from between her soft pink lips. Then, ever so slowly, her tongue touched the underside of his cock. Unsure of herself, she licked cautiously at his hard shaft, then, her lips caressed his prick. She licked his cock from his cockhead to its root and back to his cockhead. Still sobbing, she opened her mouth wide, moved her lips to his cockhead and took it into her warm watery mouth. Barkha's soft, perfectly painted red lips closed around the head older man's long cock. She felt his prick begin to enlarge as her tongue moved along the shaft. Barkha moved her head back and forth sucking as much of the growing shaft into her throat as possible. Her moist, watery mouth covered his cock shaft with hot saliva. His mushroom shaped cockhead grew larger and more resilient with each passing second. The rhythmic sucking and milking of her soft velvety mouth made Singh's prick continue to enlarge. He was moving his hips back and forth as her cocksucking mouth aroused him further. Her eyes were opened and she saw his black pubic hair inches from her cocksucking lips. Finally, his cock was fully erect. Barkha had long since stopped crying. "Oh yeah Barkha, " Singh panted, "You are doing a good job. Your lips are nice and pink. Your cunt must be the same. "Barkha found his words strangely exciting. "Tell me you got a pink pussy? Carry on sucking but nod. You do? Good! "When Barkha started to blow him, Singh had taken his hand from her breast. Now, as she continued to suck his cock, Singh slid his hand onto her chest and again squeezed her breasts. As she blew him, his fingers were rubbing and kneading the proud erect nobs of her nipples. 

Barkha sucked harder, driven by his hands on her flesh, pursing her lips tightly around his thick cock. He was groaning as she continued to stroke the base of his prick and suck on his cockhead. She licked between his foreskin and his cockhead, then sucked his cockhead into her mouth once again. The act that Barkha was performing on Singh was affecting her. Although she tried to rationalize that this was not really sex, her nipples were hard and erect . She felt her pussy quivering and throbbing, discharging hot cunt juices into her panties. After a few minutes, Singh had his entire 7-inch cock in Barkha's mouth, her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He then held her head steady, with both hands and pushed his entire cock rapidly in and out of her mouth virtually gagging her. He fucked her mouth for several minutes, driving his cock deep in her throat. Barkha's hands were now holding his ass cheeks fordear life, her mouth filled completely with his cock . Her tongue licked and flicked along the underside ofhis cock as he rammed it in and out of her throat. Then, hegrabbed her head by her long black hair and roughly moved herhead back and forth along his prick as he continued to fuck intoher cock hungry mouth. 

"I am about to come, Barkha! " Singh panted as he felthis balls swell in anticipation of bursting forth with a heavyload of sticky white cum. "No, please. Don't make me do that. "Barkha attempted to withdraw. "The loan, Barkha. And don't stop sucking or you will have to start again. "Barkha resumed sucking. Harder. Singh knew it was nearly beyond his control, that any second now it would be over. Only a few seconds more. . . just as Barkha's lovely young lips tightly pursed around his aching cock, sucking Voraciously, trying to milk his cum from him. His body straining to hold back the inevitable. A gasp broke from his parched throat. 

"NOW Barkha, NOW!! " He screamed. His hands grabbed her headand he shoved her hungrily sucking mouth down hard onto hismanically jerking cock. Finally, his prick exploded in her mouth, filling it with his sperm. Singh's cum filled balls spurted three or four large loads of the fluid in her mouth, . He kept holding her tight by the hair and Barkha had no choice as every drop emptied down herthroat. She tried swallow it all to avoid being choked, but some slipped from her lips. He then pushed her head back and shot several spurts of cum all over her face. Barkha watched as his cock jerked aboutwildly, ejaculating his hot load on her face. His cum was in hereyes and on her nose. Large globs of cum dripped down her cheeks. 

"You're a pretty good cocksucker Barkha. " Singh observed as he pulled his now soft cock from her mouth and put it back inhis pants. Barkha remained on her knees before him, no longer inheat and stunned by what she had just done. "Now, get up here and sit in my lap! " He laughed. Not knowing why he wanted her to do that, Barkha got up and obeyed. He licked the cum off her face and licked her lips. After that Singh reached over and picked up a stamp and gave it to her. He pointed to a spot on her husband's loan application. "Here! " Heinstructed. Barkha stamped the page, "APPROVED". "There, wasn't it worth it? " Singh laughed. Barkha, still revolted by what hemade her do, just nodded, "yes". 

Singh laughed again and took the stamp from her. He inkedit up, then, brought his mouth down onto her erect nipples, and sucked them wildly one after another till Barkha shuddered. He then stamped "APPROVED". with the nipples in the centre. Barkha was shocked but Singh just laughed . 

"Won't your husband be surprised when he sucks your tits at night? "Barkha found it quite revolting to discuss the subject of her nipplesbeing sucked. "I"ll wash them. "She said briefly. "Very wise. I knew you were smart. Now get dressed and get out of here. I"ll call your husband tomorrow and tell him the good news. I think you should throw a party next Saturday night to celebrate. Dress sexy, especially under your clothes. And don't wear a saree. Wear a similar sexy sleeveless suit. Understand? Without a bra, if possible. It's a shame to keep hiding these lovely tits. And don't look so crestfallen. I know you too had a good time. You can keep the acting for your husband. "he winked. 

Barkha nodded "yes". In a daze, she slipped off his lap, repositioned her breasts in her brassiere, found her kurta and put it on. "May I fix my make-up? " She asked softly. Singh nodded "yes". He watched as she did. As she bent down to buckle her sandals Singh stroked her bottom. "Okay, okay just feeling what you are like in there. " Singh laughed. When she got up to leave, Singh asked, "What do you say? " Incensed, but knowing she didn't have a choice, Barkha answered "Thank you. " Singh laughed, "you are very welcome! But I haven't fucked you …………. . yet. Thank me after that. " Barkha gave him a very cold stare. After all she had sucked him the way she had sucked very few people and still he wanted a fuck. The sex maniac! Singh watched as the pretty young housewife who had just sucked him off for a loan, left his office. He wished there were more applicants for the loan. As pretty and as gullible. He got down to preparing the note for his boss. 

Barkha Dikshit's husband got the loan he needed. As Mr. Singh, the banker had instructed her , Barkha coaxed her husband to throw a party to celebrate that weekend. A lot of people showed up, crowding her home. Barkha didn't see Singh and hoped he wasn't going to come. She wondered why he had asked her not to wear a saree. As instructed she had worn a pink salwar suit, with matching lipstick and nail polish. A diamond studded nose pin, diamond ear rings, a golden chain around her slender neck. On one wrist were many pink glass bangles; on the other was a golden wrist watch. On one arm she had worn a golden amulet leaving the other arm majestically bare. She wore new high heeled sandals with silver anklets and tiny toe rings and a pinch of sindur in the parting of her hair. Just below that on her forehead was an oblong shimmering bindi. With her ivory coloured complexion and almost everything else pink. Barkha was looking extremely beautiful. An hour into the party, she saw him, standing with a lady presumably his wife talking to a prominent local businessman. Singh eyed her, and beckoned her over. Barkha obeyed since Rahul was around. 

"Hello Mrs. Dikshit! " He smiled. "Do you know Sangeeta and Mr. Anand? " Barkha shook her head no and Singh made theintroductions. As the conversation petered out after severalminutes, Singh took her aside and said, "I need to go to the bathroom. Can you please take me there? "

"Of course! . " Rahul had overheard the request. " Love, please take him there while I attend to the guests. "

She didn't want to do it, but was afraid of his power over her husband's business. She showed him the toilet from the gallery and told him that the entrance was from the bedroom. 

"You also come in. " He said. 

"Why, Mr. Singh? I will have to take off my sandals. "Barkha protested. 

" Well then take them off and come in. And feel free. " 

"Oh God, why now? , "she thought, slipped out of her sandals and walked in. 

Rather than go into the bathroom Singh was standing there. 

"My, you look pretty! " He laughed gazing at her young firm body in a low cut, salwar suit, "Dressed up for me? "

"Why don't you go in? " she asked him. 

"For what? Oh, you mean the bathroom? I wanted you to see me doing it. 

After all you have seen it and sucked it. "Singh replied. 

Barkha blushed. " That is past. "

"Okay, give me a kiss. " And he pressed his mouth down on her, with his tongue darting inside her mouth. 

" Mr. Singh, please. My lipstick will be spoilt, the clothes will get crushed and your wife is downstairs. "

" Take off your salwar. And don't bother about my wife. " He ordered. 

"Please, I have to go down! " she implored. 

"Now, right now. "he repeated with an evil glint in his eyes. 

" Why? "Reluctantly and with an expression of exasperation she untied the cord and pulled the salwar down to her ankles and stepped out. 

"Good! Show me your undies? " He asked lifting the front of her kurta. She had on a garter belt and sheer thong bikini panties. 

"Good, you do like your told! " Helaughed. "Turn around. "Barkha turned around. Singh was pleased to see the string of the thong pass between her firm buttocks. 

"Now take off your panties! "

"Now? Why? I have work to do! People are waiting for me! " Barkha was almost begging. 

"It seem sort of unfair that while you sucked me off I have not managed to do the same to you. "Singh said. 

"No, no, " Barkha repeated. "There is absolutely no need to do it. There is no time. People are waiting for me. "

" Shut up and just do it! " Singh commanded. 

"Mr. Singh, please understand. Anybody can come any time. It will be very bad for me if I am seen doing something like this. " Barkha's voice was small. 




The Bankers' Banquet



Ms. Laroche had recently left her professional job at the headquarters of a large metropolitan bank in Montreal to work for the bank's training and consulting division. In her new role she was required to travel extensively throughout Canada, which is how she found herself in Vancouver one day in August. 

Arriving there on that late summer afternoon, Ms. Laroche took a taxi from the airport to the downtown hotel/conference center where the next day she would be training a small, specialized group of new investment salespeople on the ins and outs of bank policy, protocol and the new IT system. She was well versed in bank policy and had a reputation for interesting and lively training seminars. 

After settling in to the luxurious accommodations at the hotel, She decided to relax before dinner with a nice warm bath. She slowly undressed, poured herself a glass of chilled white wine from the mini bar and slipped into the bubbling water of the Jacuzzi tub. With her eyes half closed, it seemed that the tensions of her long day of travel left her body in the swirling warmth. 

In her minds eye she was picturing the face of Jake Henderson, one of the salesmen who would be attending her training seminar. In the course of business, they had exchanged a few emails for the past couple of months and had spoken by phone twice. It was clear to her that Jake had adopted a distinctly flirtatious manner with her, both in his emails and phone conversation. She often found that male employees from other provinces found her regional Quebecquois accent rather alluring and would comment on it. As for Jake, she had mostly ignored his tone, preferring to maintain a more professional level of dialog with him. Bank policy, after all, prohibited romantic dalliances between employees at her level. 

Bank policy notwithstanding, it had been awhile for her and she could not help thinking about Jake, or about that last email he had sent her with the daring, risqué jpg. attachment. In that full frontal pic, she could see his hard cock, angry, red and fully erect. Laying back in the bath, she thought of his words and imagined that hard cock relentlessly pumping into her, again and again and again. With one hand pulling on a hard, long, swollen nipple and another hand drawn up between her long legs, a very sensual and longing Ms. Laroche made herself cum hard with a sharp gasp of pleasure. 

The next day she prepared for her seminar, arranging the course notebooks at the conference room table. As the sales staff filed into the room, she greeted each one, but had an especially warm greeting for Jake. She recognized him right away and had very quickly and privately whispered into his ear, "Please come see me afterwards at the banquet." He winked back and blew her a kiss. 

The Bank traditionally rewarded the sales staff with a lavish banquet after completion of the seminar and this night was no different. Ms. Laroche had drawn rave reviews for her presentation of the seminar information, and all the men and women who attended were in a very good mood. The food was excellent and the wine was flowing. Bankers can be a raucous crowd and they ate and drank and toasted each other with gusto. Jake finally came by and sat down next to her. 

"Good evening, Ms. Laroche," he said. Then he leaned toward her and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. Before desert was served, Jake excused himself and left the room. 

A little while later Ms. Laroche answered her cell phone. After a brief conversation, she announced to her tablemates that she would have to excuse herself as well. "I must email some information back to the Montreal office," she told them. 

Instead, she found her way to conference room #101, where Jake had asked her to meet. This was all new for her. Normally she was very shy and not very adventurous sexually. She was raised as good, modest Catholic girl. But as she hesitated outside the door in the deserted hallway, she felt a warmth and a tingle in her tummy, her nipples were already hard. Taking a deep breath, she nervously opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door behind herself. 

The room was semi-dark, but she made out the silhouette of a man standing to her left. It was Jake. Without a word, he approached and took her into his arms, kissing her on the mouth with a lot of tongue. As they kissed, he began to unbutton her blouse and soon had her beautiful, large tits in his hands. She slid her hand down his body to his crotch, unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard, erect cock, looking just as it did in the picture. He pushed her down to her knees and rubbed his throbbing cock over her full lips. Ms. Laroche thought to herself, " I am such a slut," as Jake pushed his cock into her mouth, grabbed her by her long auburn hair and began to fuck her throat furiously, deep and hard. She loved his forcefulness and slid her hand up under her skirt and began to rub her swollen little clit through the fabric of her thong panties when Jake suddenly exploded, spurting warm cum down her throat, making her choke and gag on his salty load. She pushed him back as his last ejaculation spurted on her face, trying to catch her breath. In the semi dark, Jake thought that she looked so beautiful that way, her face covered with his glistening cum, her full tits hanging out of her blouse, her hair disheveled. It was a perfect moment in time. 

But it was not to last. At that very moment, Jake's cell phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket and looked at the caller ID. Then he practically bolted from the room, zipping up his pants and tucking in his shirt, "I'm sorry, but I must go," he said, as he quickly made his exit. 

Ms. Laroche was now alone, very aroused but not fulfilled, feeling abandoned, and not understanding why. It had all happened so quickly that she had little time to react. Where did Jake go? She closed her eyes as her heartbeat gradually slowed to normal, trying to understand.

Suddenly, she felt a hand grabbing her shoulder roughly, another hand pulling her up by her hair and turning her. She let out a muffled cry as another hand covered her mouth. In panic she tried to push away, but it was to no avail. In the semi-darkness she could make out several well-dressed men, but did not recognize their faces. 

"Stop struggling, Bitch," one of them said. "You'll only make matters worse." 

By this time, the hand on her mouth had been replaced with a tight silk scarf. She could not verbalize a response, only hum or whine. She was terrified, her eyes wide open, but she was still aroused from her encounter with Jake. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy still soaking wet. 

"Ms. Laroche," the man went on, "you will do exactly as I say. I am going to untie the scarf, but I warn you that if you shout, yell, scream or otherwise try to bring attention to our little rendezvous, then I shall have to take extreme measures to silence you. Do you understand?" 

She nodded her head eagerly in the affirmative, but wondered to herself, "how does this man know my name?"

"Good," he said, "I just knew that a good little Slut like you would know how to respond to my command!"

At that moment the room went totally dark and the panicked Ms. Laroche felt hands on her bare tits that were still hanging out of her blouse. Her nipples were very hard and long... and she could feel fingers pulling them, pinching them. Another hand pushed her skirt up and yanked off her thong panties, fingers pushing roughly inside her soaking wet pussy hole. The scent of men around her, she could not tell how many, aroused and scared her at the same time, but apart from a whimpering moan, she remained silent as the silk scarf was untied. 

The media screen at the center of the conference room slowly illuminated. She could see video images appearing on it. One showed her walking through the hotel lobby the day she arrived, then another taken from above showed her laying in her bath, pleasuring herself, another showed the bankers banquet and even more unbelievably, another showed Jake fucking her throat in the dim light of the conference room. Her entire stay at the hotel had been secretly documented on videotape! She gasped in surprise, but the first man grabbed her face roughly and told her to "shut up."

He dragged her to the center of the room and held her arms behind her back while another of the men slowly and deliberately cut off the remainder of her clothing... her blouse, her bra, her skirt, then her shoved her down on her knees. Another man tied her wrists behind her back. 

"You're going to get it good, Slut," one of them said. 

There were 7 men, and they began taking turns fucking her throat, one at a time at first, but then two and sometimes three together. At the same time others were playing with her beautiful tits, finger fucking her soaking wet pussy, rubbing her swollen little clit. Another had a finger over her little asshole, pressing it inside just a little. She moaned in pleasure and was about to cum when one of the men said, "not yet, Slut," and he pinched her clit hard, and then smacked it even harder. 

"You will cum only when we allow it, do you understand?" She nodded, her pussy stinging now. As she eagerly sucked, a couple of the men exploded... spewing cum all over her face. 

Then, several of the men picked her up and positioned her on top of one of the men, making her squat and straddle over him from above, slowly lowering her down on top of his large, erect cock. As she felt his thick cock enter her, she thought she would explode right then and there, but one of the men had his fingers on her clit and was squeezing it. Two of the men were licking and sucking her nipples as she began to ride up and down, the man underneath her up thrusting into her gushing wet pussy. Two of the men were standing on either side, feeding her mouth with their cocks. 

The leader then came up behind her and pushed her forward, drawing her ass up in the air. A couple of men pulled her ass wide open as he wiped his engorged cock head over her tight little puckering asshole.

"Your hole is MINE, Slut. You will take my cock all the way up your ass Ms. Laroche," he said as he forced the engorged head of his cock past her tight, resisting anal ring and kept pushing it further up her ass after it popped inside her hole. 

She gasped at the sensation of pressure and filling. It hurt at first, but then the sensation of pain was replaced with a feeling of intense, deep pleasure. Then, with his cock all the way up her tight asshole, he pushed her down so that the man below her once again penetrated her pussy. 

With one cock fucking her pussy, one cock fucking her ass... fingers rubbing her swollen clit, mouths sucking her nipples... other cocks being forced down her throat, she exploded in the most overwhelmingly intense orgasm she ever experienced, and to her surprise, she was also squirting wetness while she came. With the couple of glasses of wine she had drunk at the banquet, her little bladder was full and she was no longer able to control it and didn't even try. 

Her display of uncontrolled messiness as she peed out only enflamed the men even more and they unleashed a barrage of further rough penetrations and nasty violations, the men taking turns fucking her in the ass, in her pussy, in her throat with their fingers, their cocks and their tongues, ultimately filling her, pumping her and covering her in their hot cum. After a while, her orgasms seemed to run together and she lost count of just how many times she came. 

The next morning Ms. Laroche awoke in her hotel room bed in a wonderfully aroused condition, with the wisps of an erotic dream fading from her consciousness. The dream seemed so real, but she remembered few details- only being taken roughly by several men against her will. She had experienced a feeling of fear yet extreme arousal all at the same time. With her pussy already wet and tingling, she rubbed her swollen little clit and quickly made herself cum hard. 

Then she went to the bathroom to perform her ritual morning toilette and noticed her body in the mirror showed signs of bruising and redness, there were marks on her neck, and her nipples were tender and sore. Her smooth pussy lips were red, swollen and sore. Her little anus was tender as well. As she looked herself over in the mirror, she smiled and acknowledged to herself that she bore all the signs of an evening of rough sexual excess. Yet, all she could remember clearly was the brief, interrupted, unsatisfactory encounter with Jake. 

Later, when she made her way out of the hotel lobby to the waiting airport limo, she bumped into one of the women who had taken her class the day before. 

"Ms Laroche," the woman said with concern, " you had us all worried about you when you didn't return to the banquet last night. Are you alright?"

"Why yes, I'm sorry to have left the party early, but after sending those emails I felt very tired and went to bed early. I am fine now, thank you for asking," she replied. 

But privately, she thought about the lost time. She couldn't remember going back to her room after her rendezvous in the conference room with Jake. "Was the dream only a dream?" she wondered. 

As the driver loaded her bags and she slid into the seat of the limo, Ms. Laroche noticed a group of 7 or 8 men standing on the sidewalk a few doors down from the hotel entrance. Though his back was to her, she thought she recognized one of them as Jake. As the limo pulled away from the curb and passed the group, Jake turned and looked right at her. Then, they were all looking at her. 

She got her answer when, as if synchronized, they all smiled, winked and then blew her a kiss.