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The Bank Robbery

By: angrymanatee1



The days can be long when working at a bank as a teller So much monotony to the work -- cashing one check after another, writing out money orders and cashier's checks, making sure all the mothers with antsy kids have lollipops packaged with their change -- and when you have to look at the clock every few minutes, it just makes the days go all the longer.

So it was for Lilly, who had been in the post for several years. 

Sure, the work was easy, but those long days were difficult. Especially since she liked to spend as much of the time as she could fantasizing. And that was never a hard thing to do since her husband, Kevin, was a security guard at the same bank. 

They had been together for years -- they were high-school sweethearts -- and they never really planned to work in the same building, but it just sort of happened. 

The upside was that Lilly and Kevin could steal glances at one another, exchange the occasional dirty words or even text messages and try to make the time go faster. The downside was that despite all the naughty looks and suggestive quips, they never were able to sneak into the vault for a blow job or onto the manager's desk for a fuck. 

There was just too much danger involved to even try, especially with video cameras everywhere.

So, Lilly was left with just her daydreams and the usual going-through-the-motions sex at home, though she was hopeful that would change soon. See, Lilly and Kevin, because they'd been together so long, had been talking about, possibly, getting into the swinging lifestyle. Because they'd gotten hitched at such a young age, they both felt like maybe they had missed out on a lot. Lilly had several fantasies she wanted to explore, such as being with a woman and being dominated by a man, things she had only recently verbalized to her husband. Kevin had been itching to watch his wife be with a woman and experience a threesome. They had only recently discussed maybe trying to make these things happen, but it was a big step and still very much in the discussion phase.

As Lilly sat there one Wednesday, though, sorting through her drawer and staring off into space, she found herself thinking she needed to move from discussion to action. She looked out at the lobby and saw Kevin in his uniform, and she thought he looked particularly hot today. He wasn't a particularly tall or muscular man -- in fact she was slightly taller -- but he was well defined and confident. Lilly began wondering when the last time they'd had sex was, realized it had been several days, and she began to sense she was eager for it. She crossed her long legs, felt the moistness underneath her cotton panties, and realized, wow, she really was in the mood. 

She continued to look at Kevin, wanting to give him a sultry glance, but he was staring off in to his own little world for what seemed like an eternity. Lilly finally realized he was staring toward the assistant manager's cubicle, where sat a customer with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, a sexy black top and blue jeans and beautiful large breasts. Lilly recognized the woman, a regular customer, but could remember only her first name -- Allison. 

Normally, Lilly might have been miffed to see Kevin so obvious about his staring, but in this case, Lilly understood; she had an attraction for Allison herself. 

Before she knew it, Lilly found herself with her hand in her lap, underneath the counter, slightly caressing her own crotch. Not enough that anyone could possibly see; but enough that she could apply pressure on the piercing she had in her clitoris. No one but Kevin knew about the piercing; it was something she got to kind of make herself feel younger than she was, sexier than she perceived herself to be. As she pressed into it a bit, she began imaging what would happen if she could get a note to Kevin. 

It would read something like, "Get that woman discreetly into the private conference room." 

Lilly imagined handing the note to Kevin and him going to Allison, whispering in her ear, and Allison turning around to gaze at Lilly, chuckling knowingly and nodding approvingly. Lilly imagined Kevin leading Allison back to the conference room, following her in and closing the door. 

As Lilly continued to press her hand into her crotch and felt the piercing make her clit throb, she imagined herself getting up from her seat, making sure no one was watching her, and going into that conference room. She imagined Allison sitting on that table, her legs spread open like an invitation, curling her finger as an order to come over. Lilly imagined herself walking in and Kevin shutting the door behind her, then locking it.

Lilly imagined going to the table, Allison grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close, then wrapping her blue-jeaned legs around her. Lilly imagined Allison grabbing the back of her head, sliding her fingers between the strands of her long, blond hair and pulling her lips toward hers. The ensuing kiss was passionate, Lilly's tongue scraping rough edges of Allison's teeth, Allison gently biting Lilly's lower lips and rigorously pulling the back of her head. Then, Allison moved her hands lower to grab Lilly's ass, as Lilly, losing herself, put her hand up Allison's shirt and felt the rough outline of her bra. 

Lilly imagined putting her fingers inside the bra and pinching Allison's nipples, listening to her groan as she felt the pleasure of that. She imagined Allison pulling her hands from Lilly's ass and gently putting them up her thighs, underneath her skirt and caressing the outside of her dripping wet pussy. 

Lilly imagined the hot sensation of having her clit rubbed while making out with this beautiful woman, and it drove her wild. Thankfully, there were no customers coming into the bank and Lilly imagined pulling Allison's jeans and underwear off, then kneeling down to lick her pussy as she remained sitting on that conference room table. 

Lilly imagined licking Allison's clit slowly, then quickly, horizontally, then circularly. She imagined sucking on it, spitting on it, looking up at her eyes, then back down to her crotch. She imagined taking Allison's smooth legs and putting them on her shoulders, then sticking one finger, no, two fingers, into Allison's sopping wet pussy as she licked her clitoris. She imagined Allison moaning and groaning, but doing her best to keep her voice down, as she came once, twice, maybe even three times, as Laura rigorously finger-fucked her. 

She imagined what her pussy would taste like, what smell it would leave on her fingers and face. The thought was driving Lilly wild. 

As Kevin came into her eyesight in real life, Lilly remembered that he was in the room in her fantasy. She imagined standing up, feeling him come up behind her, grabbing her breasts from behind, with his cock trying to poke through his pants and bumping into her ass. 

She imagined Kevin pulling down her skirt and underwear, taking off her top, exposing her perky breasts. She imagined laying down on the table, as Allison took off Kevin's pants, while putting his cock in her mouth. She imagined watching them for a moment, Allison taking all of his enormous cock into her mouth. It was driving into the back of her throat, and she could hear Allison gagging as she held it there, as long as she could. Then, when she backed off, she could see the drool hanging off Kevin's cock. 

Lilly imagined Kevin taking his shirt off with one hand, using his other to pull Allison's head hard against his cock. Cory was groaning, Allison was moaning, Lilly was getting wet, wanting one of them to fuck her. 

Lilly imagined she got that wish in spades. Allison got on top of her, put her pussy over Lilly's face, and told her, "I want you to lick my clit until I come three times."

Lilly had never come more than once, so the mere suggestion that Allison, in this fantasy, was demanding what would have amounted to a sixth orgasm, seemed incredulous, but she followed orders and started licking away. 

Meanwhile, Allison started licking Lilly's clit ring, sticking it in her mouth, twirling it between her tongue, spitting on her vagina to make it wet as possible. (Not that it wasn't wet enough.) As Lilly worked on Allison, and Allison on her, Kevin slowly slid his cock inside Lilly's tight pussy. He kept going in, further and further, until it was deeper than it had ever felt before. Allison had stopped licking and used one hand to spread Lilly's lips open wide as could be, making it easier for Kevin to penetrate. Allison used her other hand to rub Lilly's clit.

Lilly imagined Kevin fucking, Allison spitting and stroking, and having this raw pussy on top of her face, and Lilly felt her whole body to begin to shudder -- for real. 

She was pressing her hand into her crotch so hard, vibrating it as much as she could without anyone noticing. The sensation of her hand, but mostly the awesomeness of her fantasy, gave her an intense orgasm. 

She felt her whole body quiver. She dreamed of Kevin's cum exploding all over her pussy and onto Allison's tongue, as Allison's juices covered her face. Lilly felt like she must be streaming wetness down her leg and onto the floor, but it was just the sensation of losing herself in this fantasy, for no one could tell what was going on.

She didn't think ...

.. Until she looked around and realized everyone was staring at her. No, not at her, but at the customer who was at her station. Lilly hadn't even noticed him. Why was everyone looking? 

She tried to snap herself out of the orgasm-induced haze and, when she did, she heard the man screaming at her, "Lady, don't make me repeat myself. Where is the manager?"

Oh my God, she thought, is this a robbery?

"I'm sorry, sir, what?"

"Lady, you are getting on my nerves," the man said. "Where is the manager. Don't make me use this thing." 

She looked down and saw he had a handgun in the waist of his pants. His hand was near it, as the man was threatening to grab it. 

Lilly's first instinct was to look for Kevin. She found him, sitting next to Allison in the assistant manager's cubicle, with another man pointing a gun at both of them. 

Lilly must have really been out of it to have missed all of this.

She scanned the room and realized the manager wasn't there. Or course, he had called in sick today. What about the assistant manager? Nope, he was at a meeting at the corporate office. 

There was no one in charge, not really, not right now. Lilly nervously explained all this to the man at her station.

"Fuck," he said, then stared blankly ahead, as if in thought.

He looked at her nametag.

"OK, Lilly, I guess it's your unlucky day. You are taking me to the vault."

"I don't have access to it," she lied.

"Yes, you do," he said. "Grab the keys, and let's go."

"No, really, I don't know how to get in there. Only the managers can."

The robber stared ahead with a look of anger in his eyes, but he calmly said, "Look, Lilly, I don't really have time to play these games. So, I'm going to make this easy. You cut the bullshit right now, take me into the vault, or I'm going to have my friend back there shoot your husband in the back of the head."

Lilly was stunned. How did he know about Kevin? She wasn't about to mess around with it, though, not to save the money for this bank, which she kind of loathed.

She stood up from her chair, felt the air hit her clammy crotch as she walked, then grabbed the master set of keys from the hidden area beside her station, knowing the robber was making sure she didn't hit a panic switch. She led him around the counter and to the vault, where she dialed the combination, hit the key code and used the key to unlock the third mechanism, then opened the door.

She led the man in, heard him let out a breath of relief, and watched as he closed the vault door almost all the way. 

"OK, Lilly," he said. "Here's what I want you to do. See all those stacks of bills?"

"Yes," she said. 

"I want you to go through them and pick out about 25 percent of each stack, in non-sequential order, and you can leave all the traced bills and dye-packs behind," he said. "I'm not greedy, I just want enough here. Twenty-five percent of each stack should give me about, oh, $100,000. Don't mess around and we'll be fine."

She nodded and began doing it. She went through the stacks and would grab random bills out of each one, putting it into a bag on a table. Every time she turned around, she noticed the robber was scoping out a different part of her body. 

First, her ass. Then, her face. Then, her breasts.

She noticed he was attractive. No taller than Kevin, but definitely more rugged. She was afraid of him, but also strangely disarmed by the glances he was giving her.

"Let me ask you something," the robber said.

"What's that?"

"What were you thinking about when I came in."

"I don't know, why?" Lilly said, as she continued putting money into bags.

"Because you were awfully distracted. It was like you were in a coma there for a second."

"No, I wasn't."

"Yes, yes, you were," the robber said, as he glanced out to look at his partner and make sure all was OK. "In fact, you were staring quite intently at your husband. Things not OK with Kevin?"

Lilly stopped and looked at the man with shock. 

"That's the second time you've said his name. How do you know about my husband?"

"Well, I've been coming to this bank for a long time, Lilly," the man said. "In fact, you have been cashing checks for me for years. That's how I knew you were the senior staff member today. Thanks a lot for remembering me. That doesn't make me feel too good."

Lilly stared at him, thinking, now, he did look vaguely familiar. 

The man continued, "Funny, too, because I have always noticed you. I've always found you fucking gorgeous. That long blond hair, those long legs. Your perky little tits. Yummy."

The man looked out again at Kevin, then back at Lilly. 

"So, what's the deal," he said. "What were you so in thought about? Kevin not holding up his end of the deal at home."

Lilly slammed down a stack of money and said, "Not that it's any of your business, but things are great at home."

"Whoa, there, Tiger. I was just curious."

He walked toward Lilly, put his mouth close to her face, close enough that she could smell his (awesome) cologne, and whispered, "But I'm sure he couldn't be giving you everything you need."

His head lingered there for a second and she felt her heart sputter for just a second. Up close, she realized how striking this man was, how confident he seemed. She noticed the stubble on his face, and his masculine breath, his shapely eyebrows. 

She felt like she should say something to back him off. "If you must know," she said, "I was thinking about how great my husband is in the sack. That's why I was so distracted."

"Oh, really," he said, still up close in her face. 

He waited for a moment, then stood back. "You see, I sort of believe you," the robber continued, "but the thing is, I already knew you were staring at him, and I noticed he was staring at that pretty girl out there ... "

Lilly was embarrassed. 

"... and I'm thinking, hmm, you were doing one of two things: Wondering if Kevin wanted to fuck that girl; or, you were dreaming about fucking the two of them yourself."

Lilly angrily said, "That's not any of your business.

The robber chuckled. "Well, I guess I got that one right. What do we have for him behind Door No. 2, Jim?"

Lilly shot back, "I wasn't doing either."

The robber walked up to Lilly, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her close, as she shivered a bit out of fear.

"I'll tell you what, Lilly. I'm willing to bet I can prove you were daydreaming about fucking your husband and that slut out there. So how about you and I play a little game. If I can prove it, you have to be a little bit nicer to me. If I can't, I'll leave right now and you can even keep all the money. What do you say?"

He let go of Lilly, she took a few steps back and said, "I don't want to play your games. Can we just get this over with?"

"Lilly, if there's one thing I know from seeing you all these days, with that bored look on your face, it's that you do want to play some games."

He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity before she caved. "Fine. How are you going to prove this?"

He walked over to her, took the gun out of his belt and put it on a shelf. He pulled her close to him, was able to smell the fruitiness of her hair, grazed the softness of her arms, and he said, "What I'm going to do is put my hand up your skirt. If I'm right, it's going to be sopping wet there. If I'm wrong, it won't."

She was stunned, and unable to move as he stuck his hand onto the inside of her thigh. He gently put his hand up higher and higher, until he felt her panties, which were, decidedly wet. He had a smile on his face as he felt that, then stuck one finger inside of them. As he did this, her whole body shuddered with ... pleasure ... and she was disappointed as he pulled his hand away. 

He took his finger up to his mouth and licked it. "Now, that's definitely not pee, so, clearly, I think someone was having fun before I arrived. Looks like you have to be a little nicer to me ..."

She looked at him blankly, still not sure if she was sexually assaulted or given something she needed there for a second.

"... which leads me to a question, Lilly. Was that a clit ring I detected down there?"

Lilly blushed. 

"Hmm, now what would you think if I wanted to play with that thing? Would you scream in fear? Or would you maybe enjoy it, if I promised not to tell anyone?"

Lilly didn't say a word, but she started to perspire.

"That's what I thought," the robber said, as he walked toward her. 

He grabbed her by the waist pulled her toward him and acted like he was going to kiss her. Then he spun her around, pushed her down so she was bent over a table.

He pressed his body on top of hers from behind, pulled her hair back enough that her ear came close to his mouth and he whispered, "Let me take another guess here. Let me guess that you have good sex at home, but you never get ravaged. You need to be just abused a little, have control taken out of your hands. Am I right?"

She couldn't believe she was doing it, but Lilly said, "Right."

As he pressed his crotch against her ass, she could feel his stiff cock there, and she liked it. 

"Let me ask you something else," he said. "Did you come when you were thinking about Kevin and that woman?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"Was it a good one?"

"Uh-huh"

"And do you ever come twice?"

"No," she said, telling the truth.

As he stuck his hands up her skirt and pulled her panties down, he said, "You will today."

With Lilly still bent over the table, the robber felt between her thighs, and began playing with the clit ring. He stroked her clit, pulled on the ring, varied how many fingers he was using and what speed. Then, without warning, he stopped and smacked Lilly's ass. 

She liked it. Then he went back to stroking her clit, then smacked her ass again. 

It hurt, but it was a good hurt.

He stuck one, then two, then three fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, and finger fucked her vigorously. He began talking dirty. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked ... I'm going to make you want it bad ... You will come like you've never come before ... You will be my little bank-teller whore." 

Lilly liked every minute of it, especially when he was using his fingers to go deep inside her and smacked her G-spot. She was moaning louder and louder. The more he did it, the rougher he got. 

"Turn around," the robber told her, which she did, to find he had dropped his pants and exposed a very erect cock.

"First, you're going to take off your shirt and bra, then you are going to kneel and give me the most outstanding blow job of your life."


The Bank Robbery



[This story contains oral, vaginal and anal sex as well as a bank robbery. If any of that bothers you, offends you or you don't appreciate those events as a part of life then perhaps this isn't a good story for you to read.]

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As the radio voice spoke the time as seven o'clock in the morning, the branch manager sat in her car in the all but empty parking lot behind the bank. She looked at the door some fifty feet away and watched the rain hitting everything.

The storm had arrived the day before and had dropped two inches of rain already. The voice coming out of the car radio said it was expected to continue raining for three more days. The manager waited for the security guard to arrive before getting out of her car. Standard procedure to keep from being robbed first thing in the morning.

Alice looked in her purse, found her compact and checked her face. She was fastidious about her appearance and hated for anything to be out of place or unkempt. Her clothes were nice and very business. She wore earth tones and grays, modest but not severe. Her heels were always one and a half inches high. No one at work had ever seen cleavage on her, though most were aware she was not a small breasted woman. In fact, she wore a 38C bra and preferred front closure and lace. The raincoat she wore was gray as well and long, reaching nearly to the ground.

A car pulled in and parked one space from Alice's car and it looked like the security man, Tom Alexander. The man got out of the car, waved at her and walked quickly to the door. As he passed her car she saw his face and verified that indeed, it was Tom. She shut of the windshield wipers and the engine, stepped out of her car and followed Tom to the door.

The bank upper management had installed two locks on the outside doors. Security had a key and the manager and assistant manager had the other. They called it double custody and said it was all about safety and protection.

They shielded them selves from the rain and bent to the locks, inserting their separate keys. When they turned Tom pushed the door and it opened an inch.

Suddenly, hands pushed Alice and Tom and they sprawled onto the floor just inside the bank. They looked up and saw two men wearing raincoats, rain hats and ski masks. One of the men pointed a gun at them and said, "Don't do anything stupid." He waved the gun and they understood that what he wanted was for them to get farther into the bank. They didn't get up but slid farther inside. They other man took the keys from the door and closed it. He reinserted the keys from the inside and locked the door.

The man with no gun showing walked to the alarm panel and hit the code that disarmed the alarm. Alice watched him do it and wondered how he could have known the code. In her thinking only three people knew the code, the assistant manager, the guy from the alarm company who set it and herself. Neither of the guys standing in the bank looked anything like those people.

"Get on your feet, please."

Tom started to get up and as he did the man who shut of the alarm disarmed him. He then helped Alice to her feet and escorted both to the door of the vault. He stood beside Alice and motioned Tom to sit at a nearby desk. Tom did what he was supposed to do.

"Open the vault, please."

Alice thought about refusing and in less than a second realized that the bank was not paying her enough for her to do anything except do what these men wanted. She opened the vault. The man beside her whispered "Thank you" as he stepped into the vault. The other man had Alice sit next to Tom. They could hear the man inside the vault making noises and it sounded like her was somehow opening some safe deposit boxes and some of the teller carts.

The man with the gun said, "Is it your intention to be alive tomorrow?"

Both nodded.

"Good. Go into your break room and buy snacks to eat for the day. If you don't have money break the glass front of the machine. Take something to carry the snacks in. Mr. Alexander, if you do anything except what I tell you to do, Alice will die here this morning. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Then go. Be back in less than five minutes."

He went. The man moved closer to Alice. "Where does the janitor store his stuff?"

Alice pointed to a door behind the teller counter. A wave of the gun and she walked to the door. They opened it and he had her bring out the mop and bucket. He had her mop the floor where they had spread water when they fell. Then he had her push the bucket into the vault. His partner was out of the vault with three bags. Tom came back and the man asked him if he had brought anything to drink.

"Six bottles of water."

"Good. Put all of it in the vault." Alice was standing in the vault doorway and moved inside to let Tom in. The man who had been in the vault came in again and took Alice's purse. He watched Alice and Tom when the man in the doorway said, "Strip."

Alice didn't move and neither did Tom. It was as if the man had not spoken a word they understood.

"Take off all your clothes and give them to my assistant. You have two minutes."

Tom took off his raincoat and handed it over. The man spread it on the floor. Tom unbuttoned his uniform shirt and took it off. It went on the raincoat. Alice understood what could happen if she didn't comply. Her raincoat spread on the floor and before the two minutes were over Tom and Alice stood fully nude inside the vault. The assistant gathered their clothes and took them out of the vault. The man with the gun pushed two chairs into the vault. The other man came back with the welcome mat from the front door. He put it inside the vault. He tossed three boxes of Kleenex in, as well.

"You know that the vault has an air supply and that you won't freeze in there. It will take someone a long time to get you out, but you will live."

He closed the vault door and Alice watched as the mechanism inside the door reset. The time lock would not allow the door to open until after seven the next morning.

Alice sat on a chair. She looked at the inside of the vault like she had never seen it before. When her eyes came to Tom she noticed he was nude. She looked away.

"I'm sorry, Ms Peterson. I never saw them until they pushed us."

"I know, Tom. Not your fault. We just never believed we'd get robbed."

"How soon do you think we'll be found?"

"Found? In less than an hour. How soon will we get out? Tomorrow. The time lock can't be opened until after seven tomorrow morning." She looked down and noticed she was looking at her own breasts. She looked up and noticed Tom was looking at her breasts too.

"Damn. This is embarrassing."

"For me, too."

Alice noticed that the air flowing into the vault was warm air.

"That guy turned up the heat before they left."

"How nice."

"Well, we can lie on the rug and take a nap in the dark for a while."

"Yeah. It will be a long wait before we get out."

Tom sat in the other chair and they waited. At five after nine the phone inside the vault rang. The only other phone that could call it was right outside the vault. Alice answered.

"Alice."

"How did you get locked in the vault?" It was Liz, the assistant manager.

"We have been robbed. The robbers locked Tom Alexander and I in the vault before they left. You need to call the district office and let them know we won't be open today and that we were robbed."

"We won't be open?"

"No, Liz. All the money we have left is in here and you can't open the door."

"Oh. Right. OK, I'll call the D.O. Should I tell them you're locked in the vault?"

"Yes."

The phone went dead in Alice's hand. Liz never was the brightest bulb. Time passed and the phone rang again.

"Alice? The D.O. is sending someone from the vault department. The FBI is already here and they want to talk to you. OK?"

"Yes, Liz. Put them on."

The FBI man had lots of questions and told Alice he was recording their conversation. All the details of the robbery were told by Alice and then by Tom. When Alice mentioned that the men had both Tom and Alice strip the agent had her repeat that part.

As Alice talked on the phone she stood next to the vault door and Tom sat in a chair a few feet away. He listened to her but his eyes kept looking at her body. He had known Alice for years and never even fantasized about her in the nude. He looked at the two dimples just above her ass. He looked at the curve of her ass and her legs. He really looked. His mind raced around with thoughts that he had never thought about Alice before.

He wondered if she had shaved her legs that morning. He wondered how she smelled. He wondered if she was a lesbian. He had never heard of her on a date or out with a man. She never mentioned having been married. Looking at her nude he couldn't imagine why no one wanted her.

When Alice turned and handed the phone to Tom he stood and gave his account to the FBI. Alice sat and listened. At first she sat with her eyes closed, listening. Then, she opened her eyes and stopped really listening. She focused on Tom's body. Her mind, like Tom's, did some wandering.

He was in good shape for a fifty-year-old man. Hardly any flab around the middle at all. He was hairy. Alice remembered a poster she was given on year for her birthday of Magnum P.I.. Tom looked a lot like that, except for the face. Tom wasn't quite handsome, but he wasn't bad looking either. When Tom shifted a little Alice had a good view of his equipment.

It seemed, from six feet away, that Tom's flaccid penis was about six or seven inches long and, Alice thought, fat enough to be a handful. Her thoughts went back to the last time she had one in her hands. It was while she was on vacation last spring. His name was Walt. They met on the cruise she took in Hawaii. They spent two days in her cabin fucking. Tom's looked to be bigger and longer than Walt's was. 

Alice looked at Tom some more and noticed that he was circumcised. The head was uncovered and Alice wondered how it would fit in her mouth and in her pussy. 

Tom saw Alice out of the corner of his eye and noticed she was looking at his cock. His cock twitched and slowly started to grow.

Her eyes widened when Tom's cock started to grow. "Oh, my God," she thought.

Tom finished with the FBI and was told that the vault people would be there in three hours. He hung up the phone. He was about half hard.

"Now, or maybe never," he thought. He stepped in front of Alice and said, "Hungry?"

His cock was inches from her face. She looked up at him and thought about the consequences of touching him. She knew that she had worked hard to be the mystery women during her career with the back. Conservative dress, no dating anywhere near the community she lived in and nothing to suggest she had achieved her position in any other way than by competence. What would happen if she did what her body was urging her to do? In seconds her mind was made up. She took hold of his cock. As she opened her mouth she said, "Yeah, now that you mention it, I am a little hungry."

Very slowly she took the head of Tom's cock into her mouth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. She was surprised at how he filled her mouth. She was also surprised at how good he tasted. Her hands held his ass cheeks and she pumped slowly taking his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Each stroke seemed to add to his size. Her mouth was full and her lips stretched to hold him. He moaned as she worked on him.

When he moaned Alice realized that he was very turned on. She had been thinking just about how it felt to her. Now she realized how she was in control. She made him hard. She also realized how wet she was. She pulled back and released his cock from her mouth. She moved to the rug and lay on her back.

"Be inside me, Tom."

She opened her legs and he saw her wetness. She didn't know that of all the things that Tom liked eating pussy was at the top of the list. Her wide open legs and glistening wet opening were all the invitation he ever wanted. In seconds he had his face in her pussy and began licking and sucking her juices in. She tasted better than he imagined she would. Her juices flowed and he drank them in as a thirsty man. He tantalized her clit for a moment and then left it alone, playing instead with her extended lips. She moaned and held her own legs open with her hands. 

Tom reached for and found her breasts and gave them attention as he continued to nibble and lick his way into her pussy. His fingers and thumbs grasped her nipples and twisted. She moaned harder, louder. He did it again, harder.

"Oh God, Tom! That feels so good!"

He pulled her nipples out from her chest and then let go. No one had ever done that to her and she discovered she liked how it felt. It hurt, and then the feeling popped into tingling as he let go.

He sucked her clit, now swollen and sticking out of its hood. She moaned again and said, "Oh, I'm so close!"

Tom pulled his face out of her pussy and moved his cock to her opening. Her vagina was wide open, beckoning him inside. He touched the opening with the head of his cock and she shifted her hips, drawing him inside. "Oh, Alice!"

"Fuck me, Tom! Fuck me!" As a good employee he had learned to follow instructions and he did his best to follow Alice's instructions. His hips slammed into hers with each stroke. He filled her and heard their juices squishing as he moved in and out of her. Alice met his strokes with her hip thrusts and grunts, groans and moans. Faster and faster towards the orgasms they both wanted so badly.

"I'm close, Alice. In your pussy or your mouth?"

The question had her think. He wasn't wearing a condom! 

"Mouth!"

She could not believe how quickly he moved. One second he was hip to hip, buried deep in her cunt and a second later his throbbing cock was in her mouth and his face was sucking at her clit! She exploded and so did he. It was hard to swallow and to feel her own orgasm at the same time. Some of his stuff leaked out of her mouth and down her cheeks. 

Tom loved feeling the muscles of her pussy spasming around his tongue and loved the flood of her nectar. He loved the feeling of filling her mouth with his cum.

As they calmed down he slid off her and saw one of the Kleenex boxes. He grabbed some and started cleaning up her cheeks. Alice took some from the box and cleaned the spillage on the rug. In the process she also used her mouth to clean Tom's cock and his balls.

Tom helped Alice to her feet and into his arms. He looked her in the eyes and before he could speak she kissed him. Mouth open and her tongue exploring his mouth, she kissed him. She tasted her own taste. He tasted his taste. They stood, holding each other and kissing for a long unhurried time. When the kisses did end Tom said, "I'm hungry."

Alice smiled and said, "I have some pussy left. Do you like left overs?"

"I mean food. Can I have a rain check on your offer?"

They found the bag of snacks and shared some. They drank a bottle of water.

"Tom, we need to talk."

He nodded.

"I'm your boss. How is this going to change our ability to work together?"

"I'm the security guard. Do you think that having an intimate relationship will make it more difficult for me to focus on protecting you?"

"No."

"I don't either. My question is, how soon after we get out of the vault can I make love to you again?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

"This isn't happening just because those guys made us get naked together?"

"Oh, it might never have happened if they hadn't taken our clothes, but, speaking for myself, I'm glad they took our clothes."

"I am too." Alice said.

They finished their snack and then called out on the phone. The vault guys were there and said it would only take four or five hours to get them out. All the bank employees except Liz had gone home. The FBI had one agent on site and the vault guys had brought two security people with them.

Alice spoke with Liz and had her go get sweats for both Tom and herself so that when the vault opened they would have something to put on. Liz asked what color sweats Alice wanted. They got gray.

Alice hung up the phone and asked Tom if he could be interested in a nap, while they waited. They spooned together on the rug and went to sleep. Alice's last thought was about how nice it felt to fall asleep being held.

When Tom woke up he noticed he was pushing his erection between Alice's ass cheeks. He noticed that he was holding her breast in his hand. His face was close to the nape of her neck so he kissed her. She reached back and held his hard cock.

Tom pinched her nipple and pulled it. "Oh God, Tom! That is incredible! Would you suck my nipples, please?"

She turned to face him and he shifted so her nipple went right into his waiting mouth. She expected him to suck. He did suck and he bit down with his teeth, just hard enough to get her to moan. Her hands held his head and pressed her tit into his mouth. "Suck harder!" She whispered.

He switched to her other tit and she pressed it into his mouth. The rougher he was the more she liked it. As he sucked he grabbed the other breast and squeezed. "Harder! Oh, Tom! I love how it hurts!"

Soon he moved down her body with his face while still attending to her tits with his hands. When he reached her pussy he released her tits and used his hands to lift and open her legs. She willingly assisted. As his face approached her open puss she said, "Give me your cock, Tom. I want to suck it!"

He turned around so she could have his cock in her face and he tucked her legs under his arms so she was folded nearly in half. Her pussy was totally open to him. He stuck out his tongue and used it like a wide paint brush painting between her lips from clit to taint, stroke after slow stroke.

Alice sucked his cock wanting him to fill her mouth again. Her hands held his balls and occasionally stroked along his shaft. Without thinking about it Tom's hip began the thrusting motion. He was fucking her face.

He felt her starting to quiver. He noises were like the first time she came for him. She was very close. Tom stopped the slow paint strokes and sucked on her clit. He sucked harder and harder as the tip of his tongue flicked the little button. Suddenly, she stiffened and screamed! With his cock in her mouth it made very little noise but was a scream none the less. As the scream ended her body shook and spasmed and her juices squirted from her pussy. Tom covered them and sucked them in as best he could. When the flow and squirt stopped he let go and pulled his cock out of Alice's mouth.

"Be in me again, Tom. Please."

She held her legs up by her chest and he turned and lined his cock up, pushing all the way in on the first thrust. Thrust after thrust she matched his enthusiasm and talked to him.

"Oh, you feel so good inside me!"

"Tom, you make me feel so good!"

"Fuck me forever!"

Tom spoke, "I'm getting close. Pussy or mouth?"

"My ass! Do me in my ass, Tom!"

He pulled out of her pussy and spread her juices all over her ass hole. He pushed a finger in and then two. He pushed his cock against her bud and she took a deep breath... as she let it out Tom popped into her ass. He held still as she got used to the intruder and then he started stroking deeper and deeper into her. On the stroke that had him completely inside her ass he leaned to her and kissed her, sticking his tongue in her mouth. She started to laugh. He ended the kiss and looked at her.

"Trying to touch your cock with your tongue?" She asked.

"I just want to fill you completely."

"Then cum inside me! I want to feel you fill me up!"

Tom put his hand behind her knees and slammed hard into her ass. She was folded in half and he loved both how it looked and how it felt. The pressure built and the cum burst from his cock into her ass.




The Bank Robbery



"Oh, I feel it! I feel you fill my ass!" Alice's body shook and she was overwhelmed by her orgasm. Tom held on and stayed in her ass until he had gone soft. He grabbed tissues and held them to her to catch whatever flow might follow him out. 

Alice used other tissues to clean Tom. She got another bottle of water and used it and tissues to clean herself and Tom. When they were both petty clean and restored to some semblance of normal, the phone rang.

"We're about ready to open the vault. When we do Liz will reach in with a bag of clothes for you. We'll wait while you dress and then we'll let you push the door open. OK?"

Alice said that would work fine. Three minutes later the door opened and Liz handed Alice a bag of clothes. Two sets of sweats. One set in medium and one set in extra large. Tom and Alice dressed quickly and pushed the door open.

The next hour involved FBI interviews and bank procedures. One of those was to clean up the vault. Tom and Alice did that themselves. Alice went into the ladies bathroom and brought air freshener to the vault. She and Tom looked sheepishly at each other as she sprayed the vault. When everything was pretty well restored to order Tom and Alice headed out to their cars. They opened the doors to their cars and Tom said, "Your place or mine?"

Alice thought about it for a few seconds and said, "I'm going to my place, get some things and in about an hour I'll be at your place. Be there and be naked. OK?"

"Tomorrow's Saturday. The bank is closed. Stay the weekend?"

"Maybe longer. We'll see."

As Alice backed out of her parking spot and started to follow Tom the FBI agent came out of the bank and stopped her. She rolled down the window and he said, "I think you want this. It's not needed as evidence." 

He handed her a bag. She took it and drove off. At the first stop light she looked in the bag. A video tape labeled "Inside vault". 



The Bank Robbery



I've been back in England for almost 3 years now after my divorce and a trip to the bank would change my life forever. I was married for 15 years and two weeks after I returned to England to settle my late father's affairs I received his letter with the divorce papers. What he was offering in alimony was far more then even my lawyer said he would have asked for. His letter told me the reason was because his girl friend was pregnant with his child. I had found out about his affair over a year ago so it was no surprise to me. My lawyer wasn't going to charge me anything because he wouldn't have to even get involved with the case, I told him to still send him a big bill as he said he would pay for my lawyer. My lawyer did that and even split it between us. The only conditions for the alimony was that it had to go to a certain bank where he had opened an account for me.

The bank was in a kind of out of the way place. Surrounded by a lot of small owner operated businesses. It seemed to be out of place where it was. I would never see more than three tellers at a time and usually only one. Yet I never had to stay in the bank more than five minutes to complete my business, one of the tellers told me it was because almost all of their customers were small businesses that just made night deposits and almost never came inside the bank.

Now to better understand my story I have to now go back in time to before I met my husband.

When I was 14 years old I only had to put on a little make-up and everyone thought I was at least 20 years old as I was tall by then and wore a 34B bra. My father owned and ran his own pub. At 15 my father got the flu so bad he had to stay home for a week mom and I ran the pub that week. Mom in the kitchen cooking and me with make-up tending the bar. Only a few regulars knew I wasn't old enough but they didn't tell anyone else. I found that many of the new customers that came in would quickly start hitting on me for dates and I liked being treated as an adult. From that time on I would always try to act as adult as possible until I found that I wanted to be around adults more than the "kids" of my own age. I soon found as I was almost 16 and now a 38B cup I could go into other pubs and I wasn't asked my age because I looked to be about 22 years old or older. This of course would lead to dates with older men, some becoming more intimate of course. I never told any of them my real age. That's how I met John Clarkson, my future and now ex-husband.

When I met John he told me how he was in a big worldwide corporation and he was on his way up the corporate ladder. We got very intimate and three months later I found out I was pregnant. John wasn't happy about that especially after learning I was only 16. John immediately took me to my father. John and my father talked in the other room for almost two hours. When they came out my father told me to come with them. We got in John's car and drove for about 1 hour north of London to a small town church there. John and my father talked to the priest there for 30 minutes and then we were married. I was in more of a state of shock then my father had been hearing the news of my being pregnant. We drove home in silents, when we got there my father got out of the car saying he'd be right back. A few minutes later he came out carrying a suit case. He and John put it in the car. My father then came to the car window.

"Well, good luck to the both of you." 

With that John drove back to his and I guess now my house. Three months later John was transferred to Paris, so I was going there too. We would be there for three years before John would be transferred again.

Six months later in Paris I gave birth to my son who I called Eric. John was a loving father even if he wasn't an attentive husband. I would always feel as if he felt I might have slowed down his climb up the corporate ladder. While in the hospital I met an older retired English school teacher named Vicky Watson who would become my best friend and mentor. She helped me to learn French and not only finish my education but to inspire me to continue my education.

During the next year with Vicky's help I finished my high school education and graduated with honors too top it off. Then on to college with encouragement from Vicky. I found that unlike my early school years I not only did very well, but I liked school and learning now, I'm sure that this was influenced by Vicky being my friend and mentor.

Two and a half years in Paris and not even the born and raised French could tell I was not originally French. John told me that in about six months we would be transferred to Spain, so I started Spanish classes and found that I seemed to have a flare for learning languages. In seven months we were in Madrid, Spain and I spoke almost perfect Spanish by then and in three months the Spanish people couldn't tell that I wasn't Spanish. Of course I continued college. Even taking a course in Italian knowing it was another country John's company also had offices in. It was more of a hope that we might go there one day, (which we would, but not for six years). Vicky and I kept in contact by writing and telephoning.

My son, Eric was now going on three but I didn't see the problem that was starting for him at the time. In Paris I had spoken to him in English and French and he understood some of each language. Now I would speak to him in English, French, Spanish, and sometimes Italian. It never hit me that this might be confusing for him. This would come back to haunt me later.

Our three years in Spain were great, I had graduated from college, with honors I might add. And after talking to Vicky on the phone I was sure I would continue with more college after a little break. John did get transferred again, but not to Italy as I hoped for, instead it was to Bonn, Germany.

German was the hardest language for me to learn. It was a year and a half before I felt confident in speaking German. John now in a position that allowed him to have a chauffeur hired a man named Karl Muller. Karl would drop John off and pick him up. The rest of the day he would be my chauffeur during the day. Karl of course spoke German, but he also spoke Italian and some French. Karl would later teach me how to drive, something I hadn't done yet. He was about a year older than me and good looking. I however was married and would not let anything happen because of that.

Eric's problem was getting worse now that everyone around him was speaking German and I didn't help by speaking one or another language to him. I thought he was just a shy boy and like many parents felt it was cute instead of a problem. He was 2 and a half when we left Paris, 5 and a half when we left Spain, 8 and a half when we left Germany, are next country would be Italy and we would leave when he was 11 and a half , the last country before my divorce would be Paris, France and when he was just one month short of age 15 years old I was in England because of my father's death. It wasn't shyness that was his problem it was language. Every time he learned enough to talk to possible friends we moved to a new country. Eric didn't have the flair for languages that I had and I didn't see that. How was he going to make friends especially girl friends?

When we went to Italy Karl came along as our chauffeur and even when we later when to Paris he would again be our chauffeur, but I noticed that he seemed to be more my chauffeur then John's chauffeur. As John almost never used him as a chauffeur and I think Karl was happier not having to drive him around.

During my last year in Paris I asked Karl to drive me to John's office so I could surprise him with a lunch I had made. I was trying to bring a spark back into our marriage which seemed to have become passive in the last few years. Karl seemed a little disturbed by my request but he got the car ready and we left. I asked Karl to drive down a different road just before our normal turn because I wanted to see a new restaurant I had heard about that might be a good place for dinner if lunch worked out as I hoped it would. We were almost at the restaurant when I asked Karl to pull over to the side. I'd seen John's car parked in front of the restaurant. I could see the tables out front and John was sitting there with a woman, a woman I knew from Germany. His secretary Heidi Berman. A few minutes watching them told me they were more than just old friends. I could tell that Karl also saw them, but he looked both embarrassed and very mad at the same time. I asked Karl to drive me home. Karl was very quiet on the way home. When we got there I asked him to come into my study after he parked the car.

Karl entered my study his head hanging down looking at the floor. He knew I was going to ask him about John and Heidi Berman. "Karl, look at me. I'm going to ask you some questions and I want the truth do you understand me," I said.

"Yes, Mrs. Clarkson, I will tell you the truth as much as I know of it," Karl said.

"How long has Heidi Berman been in Paris?" I asked him.

"She transferred from Italy the same time your husband did." He told me.

"She was in Italy? When did she get to Italy?" I asked.

"She transferred from Germany the same time your husband did." He told me.

"Are you telling me they have been having an affair since they were in Germany?" I asked almost screaming it out.

"In Germany I can't be sure, but since Italy and now France I'm positive they have been having an affair." He said and again he looked down at the floor.

"Karl, look at me not the floor. At the restaurant you looked both embarrassed and very mad at the same time. Why?" I asked him.

"I dated Heidi in high school. I was a senior in a trade school when she was a junior in high school. I helped her get a job at the company. Then three months later she wouldn't even talk to me. After another three months she transferred to Italy the same time your husband did. I didn't know she worked for him and he had asked me to transfer there too. In Italy is when I found out about their affair." He said. "I was also embarrassed that you saw them. I didn't want to hurt you."

"Don't be embarrassed Karl. You didn't cause the problem my husband and Heidi caused it. I gather you're in love with her too." I told him.

"I was but after seeing them in Italy, I knew it was a lost cause. I would have stayed there or gone back to Germany, but your husband told me you asked if I could be transferred to Paris too. He told me I would be your chauffeur not his so I said yes." He explained.

For the next nine months Karl and I got our revenge on my husband and Heidi Berman by having our own affair. It ended when I found out about my father's death. I found out Karl left for Germany two weeks later after finding out about my husband wanting a divorce from me so he could marry Heidi.

Now that you know all this I can get back to why a trip to the bank would change my life forever. Eric was now 18 a week ago and thanks to Vicky pointing out the language problem to me I now speak mostly English to him now and after three years of this he is coming out of what I had thought was shyness. What I didn't know was that he would lose this shyness because of the bank.

I went into the bank, my son was with me today because I wanted to open a bank account for him so he would be able to save money he could use when he was ready for college next year. There was only one teller, Karen was her name, I didn't care for her as she seemed a little stuck-up to me. There was also the bank manager talking to a woman at his desk, and an older woman being served by Karen in front of me. A single guard at the door entrance who looked to be in his 60's. I knew there was likely someone else in the vault area too. All of a sudden there was a commotion at the front door. About 8 to maybe even 10 men with guns came in shouting for everyone to shut-up and raise their hands above their heads. Four or five of the men quickly got the bank manager, his female customer, the bank guard and the teller, Karen into the middle of the floor. Others got the woman in the vault area. The man who seemed to be in charge had the bank manager, his female customer, the bank guard and the woman from the vault area taken to the closed office and told two men to tie them up and watch them there. Karen, myself, my son an the old woman were told to sit on the floor and not to move. All but two of the men went into the vault. The leader and one other man stayed there. I knew I shouldn't look at them because then they might think I was trying to remember their faces, but I couldn't help it. The leader had wild eyes and looked to be very dangerous, the other man looked more frightened then we were. After pacing back and forth for a few minutes the leader told us, "We'll be here for a couple of hours while my men do their work. I don't want to hear any crying, moaning or shouting. Anyone who has a cell phone give it to me NOW! If I find someone has one later I'll kill them understand?" He said.

The other guy collected the cell phones and sat in a chair he had placed in front of a desk near the side wall. The leader sat in a chair about twenty feet in front of us.

He then asked first the old woman, "What's your name?" She told him, but her voice was so low I couldn't hear it.

Then he turned to Karen. "What's your name?"

"My name is Karen." She answered.

Turning to me, "And yours?" 

"My name is Susan Clarkson." I said.

"And what's yours boy?"

"It's Eric Clarkson, sir." My son told him.

"Susan, this your boy?"

"Yes he is." I replied.

For more than two hours we could hear the banging going on in the vault area. It sounded like they were tearing the walls down.

The leader had the other man give us all a bottle of water after about 15 minutes. I would be sorry for that later. Several times the leader would go to the door of the vault to see how they were doing. After three hours and that bottle of water I had to pee.

"Excuse me sir, I have to use the ladies room." I asked the leader.

"Why do you have to use the ladies room?" He said.

"I have to pee." I told him.

He stood in front of me and said, "Well go ahead and pee then."

I started to stand up and he put his hand on my head and pushed me down again. "I said you could pee, I didn't say you could get up. Did I?" He said with a mean look on his face.

"I need to go to the ladies room to pee, please." I told him.

He leaned over close to me and in almost a whisper said, "You don't need a ladies room to pee. You can pee right where you are. And if you don't pee there in the next minute, I'll kick you in the gut so hard you'll be peeing blood for the next month. Do you understand that?"

I just shook my head yes.

"Well I'm waiting to see you pee in your panties. And I'm counting down the time, so you better hurry up and pee Susan." He said with a wicked grin on his face.

With that I could hold it no longer and I started to pee right there on the floor. A puddle leaked out and was slowly moving towards Karen who to me had a small grin on her face. The leader also saw it and like me he whispered to her like he had to me. Her grin disappeared very quickly and I could see she too was peeing in her panties. It was now not too funny to her. With the floor being marble and my and Karen's skirts, panties and nylons soaking wet with our own pee we were both shivering from the cold in about 15 minutes.

The leader then started to pace back and forth in front of us. "God! It stinks in here. It smells like an unclean ladies room in here."

He then paced some more and said, "Yes, smells like an unclean ladies room in here. We'll have to do something about that I think." Pointing a finger at the two of us he then said, "You two take off those pee soaked clothes now."

Karen and I both looked at each other in shock I think. I'm sure she felt as I did we were going to be raped by these two on top of being held prisoners.

"I said get them off NOW, I'm not going to repeat myself again, I'll just start cutting off body parts if it's not done and quickly."

In less than a minute both Karen and I were sitting on the floor without our skirts, panties and nylons trying to hide ourselves as best as possible.

"That won't work ladies. If you try to cover up like that the pee won't evaporate. Take your hands away and spread those legs apart so the pee can evaporate." He waited for us to do as he said. "Open those legs wider I said. I've seen what you have before."

I looked at Eric very embarrassed, who was watching us intently.

"Don't worry about him, mamma if he hasn't seen one yet it's about time he did and right now he'll get to see two instead. Now open!" He shouted at us.

We both did as he told us to. Even though I was very embarrassed I was also shocked that I liked Eric watching me and Karen with our pussies in plain view. I think Karen was enjoying it even more as she opened up even wider and I soon found I had also done this too.

The leader made Eric sit in a chair in front of us where he could plainly see everything we had. The leader then sat in front of Eric just off to one side so as not to block his view and talked to him in a whisper. Eric would shake his head yes or no to answer his questions.

The leader got up and moved his chair a little more out of the way and came over towards me. I however had my eyes fixed on the enormous bulge in Eric's pants. And since it had now been over three years ago I had sex of any kind I found myself very horny for my own son!

The leader kneeled down next and started to talk in a whisper to me.

"OK, Susan just shake your head yes or no to what I say ok." He told me.

I shook my head yes.

"Good Susan, in just a minute I'm going to bring your son over here and have him lie down next to you. I then expect you to remove his pants and underwear. Then I want you to mount him and fuck his brains out. By the way he's a virgin, so make his first time his best ever. I expect to see his cum dripping out of your cunt when you're done. If it's not then I'll have to cut off his equipment because it's not working right. You got that?" He said and stood up.

He then went back and sat in front of Eric and talk to him again.

"Now Eric I'm going to have you lie down next to Susan, your mother. She is then going to take off your pants and underwear then she's going to mount you putting your cock into her pussy and then she's going to fuck your brains out. You must cum inside of her so I can see you did. If you don't cum inside her I'll have to cut off her tits because it will show me she can't turn a man on anymore. Now get up and follow me."

The leader had Eric lie down next to me and walked back to his chair sitting down. Eric, I could see was very tense. I didn't want him to be afraid or for myself at least, to lose that enormous bulge in his pants!

"Now Eric I want you to relax and don't be afraid," I stopped for a second to think, I decided not to say mama or mother as it might spoil the moment, "Susan's going to take care of you now." I said in my sexiest voice.

Before he could think about who was doing this to him I quickly undid his pants and pulled both his pants and underwear down at the same time. I stopped for just a second when his enormous cock popped out! Eric, my son, had the biggest cock I'd ever seen and it started my pussy juices dripping down my legs, I was hotter than he was. I wanted him, I needed him inside me and fast. I placed two fingers from each of my hands inside my pussy and pulled apart my love canal so I could get his large cock inside quickly before he could think about what was happening to him. I then slowly lower myself on his cock removing my fingers as it enter my pussy and with a pop his cock head entered me and I knew I was already starting for my first orgasm . I continued to lower myself on to his cock, wondering if I could get all of it inside of me and hoping I could at the same time. The more of his cock inside my pussy the harder he seemed to get and for the last one third of his cock I let myself drop right down the rest of the way. I knew I would be having an orgasm very, very soon, so I had to start stimulating him as well as me. I slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I was afraid he might explode inside before I wanted him to.




The Bank Robbery



"Be calm Eric, when Susan's ready she'll tell you." I told Eric in a quiet voice.

If only I could be as calm. I could feel my first orgasm about to erupt. I undid my blouse, removed my bra, grabbed Eric's hands placing them on my tits and squeezed his hands to show I wanted him to do this. He started squeezing my tits and playing with my now very hard nipples, I was in heaven. I started my first orgasm my love canal was squeezing his cock so hard I was afraid he would cum before I was ready.

"Not yet lover, Susan will tell you when. Not yet!" I said, not as calm as before.

As my orgasm subsided I again started to pump his cock in and out of me. My second orgasm would soon be here I was sure. I placed my hands on my abdomen and I could feel his beautiful cock going in and out which soon gave me my second orgasm.

"Not yet Eric, not yet, hold it sweetheart wait for me to say when, please wait my love!" I said in almost a scream.

I was now pumping his cock faster and faster in and out of my pussy. I don't know if Eric could hold on much longer. As a third and even a forth orgasm approached I was sure he couldn't hold it much longer. To the side of us unseen by me Karen was very actively masturbating herself to her second orgasm. The third orgasm I had was quickly followed by my forth orgasm.

"NOW ERIC, CUM IN SUSAN'S CUNT NOW! FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED, PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!" I shouted.

And Eric did cum, and cum, and cum.

"Oh god I'm cumming," I was screaming, "I'm cumming again, oh god, I'm cumming again!" I screamed out..

And with that I also had my first squirting orgasm. I could feel mine and his juices leaking out of my pussy. The leader helped me off of Eric and sat me on the wooden chair he had been sitting on. I was beat. Eric's and my cum were soon forming a puddle on the chair where I was sitting. To my surprise Eric's cock was still as hard as before standing up in front of me. The leader was helping Karen now to mount Eric's huge cock. She didn't take as long as I did to get him all the way inside her and she was pumping as fast as I was at the end of our session together. For a second I was a little jealous of her, but then watching them was making me horny again. I wanted to fuck my son again and I didn't care if anyone knew it either. I watched as Karen had her first orgasm with Eric and after that Eric skillfully rolled over without losing a beat and started to fuck Karen.

"Oh God fuck me, fuck me, damn it fuck me harder you bastard, fuck me harder, please fuck me harder, oh yes, yes, yes. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god I'm cumming, yes, yes." Karen screamed.

Eric then shoved his cock all the way in and became rigid as he came inside her. All the time I watched this I had been putting my fingers in the puddle of mine and Eric's cum on my chair and then sucking my fingers clean only to do it again and again. All I could think of doing this was that our cum tastes good together. The leader then helped Eric to a chair on my left and Karen to a chair on Eric's left. The leader then stood in front of me.

Gently taking my left hand he told me. "I don't think Eric is done yet, do you?" and he placed my hand on his still semi-rigid cock.

I needed no more instruction from this man. I was soon stroking his cock back to its rigid form. Karen was soon helping me do this. I could see Karen licking her lips and that little jealous devil was back for just a second. I got on my knees between Eric's legs and started sucking his wonderful cock, Karen soon joined me and we shared his cock between us until we both had his cum in our mouths.

The leader then made Eric stand up and moved his chair out of the way.

"Susan and Karen move your chairs next to each other." He said.

We did as he said and sat back down.

"Now Eric these two very pretty ladies just gave you a real nice blow-job, so it's only right that you eat out their pussies in return, right." He told Eric whose smile from ear to ear said he agreed. Eric got on his knees in front of me.

"Susan, you deserve to be first." Eric told me.

Eric may have been a virgin a couple of hours ago, but somehow he just seemed to know what to do and he did it great too. 

After I had an orgasm I was surprised to hear myself say, "Eric now do Karen the same way my love."

Eric I think did even better as Karen soon had a screaming orgasm. We weren't however finished for the night. We both fucked Eric again and all fell fast asleep. We woke about 3:00AM and found we were alone in the bank. A letter was left on the chair next to us. I read it out loud to Eric and Karen.



Dear Friends,

We put the old lady in the office with the others. She slept through the whole sex session so she doesn't know it even happened. We had left a radio on in the office so no one in there could hear us, therefore they could not have heard it either. Now you could tell the police you were RAPED, but that would only hurt Eric, since it's his semen. So I advise you keep it to yourselves. The ladies skirts are on the table along with nylons, I rinsed them out for you. Your panties however are rinsed dried and in Eric's pocket as he deserves them as souvenirs, I think they belong to him now, don't you ladies also think so. When you're ready you can wake the others call the police and go home.

There was a separate letter addressed to me only which I would read later at home. 



Dear Sweet Susan,

I knew your son needed to have sex with a woman and soon. Since only Karen and you were suitable women here it was easy for me to pick the women. I was of course very right about your son needing a woman, but I was wrong. He needed at least two women and I think I picked the right ones too. While watching you have sex with Eric I soon realized that you also NEEDED to have sex. I could see that all three of you had fun even after we were leaving. I hope you both enjoy him some more later! And may I add it was the BEST Show I've watched in a long time. Good luck to all of you and Happy Fucking, Sucking and Eating

The Leader



We got dressed, Karen and I put on our make-up in the ladies room where we both decided Karen would come and live in my house so we could share Eric at least until he moved out on his own, something I think we both hoped wouldn't happened, but we knew it would happen one day. Then we woke the others telling them the robbers left hours ago but it took a long time to get free of our bonds. Everyone even the police believed our story.

Two months after Karen moved in she and I found out we were both pregnant and only Eric could be the father. The next month I was informed that Vicky had died in Paris and left me all her money. I had never thought of Vicky having money but she did have a lot of money. We moved to a bigger house. I gave birth to a girl I named Vicky and a week later Karen gave birth to a boy named Eric. My Eric would stay and play with us of course for a little more than three years when he met a girl in college he wanted to marry. Karen and I were sad but we approved of the girl who would never know who our children's father was.

As for my Ex-husband, well he got a new secretary about a month after he married Heidi and a month later he was having a new affair with her. It took Heidi five years to find out about it. That's when John got a surprise. Heidi's uncle was a higher official in the company. Heidi got her divorce and most of his money. He was transferred to a back water office in South America, where he would never be promoted or transferred again. 

Karen who I had manage dad's old pub would meet and marry a very nice guy who own a snack company that delivered to mostly pubs. They have three children plus my son's child and he is a good father to them all. He thinks Karen and I are sisters so Eric can visit his son as "Uncle Eric" whenever he wants to.

And me, well when you're a rich older lady there's always a few older and even younger men around to have a few laughs with, right!



The Bank Robbery



Disclaimer: This is a fantasy story for people who enjoy submissive role playing. It is in no way a justification or encouragement for rape or any other sexual crime. 

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Ed hadn't needed to go along; he hadn't even designed a role for himself in the robbery, but it was his masterpiece and he wanted to be there to watch it, to make sure no small thing went wrong. 

So he sat on the counter of the bank, swinging his legs idly, tapping the shotgun lying across his knees and staring at the small crowd of prisoners huddled on the floor, from behind his dark sunglasses. 

There was a soft murmuring from somewhere in the group, more distinct than the sniveling of the more terrified customers of the bank, and Ed hopped down to his feet, swinging the shotgun up into his hand with an intimidating clank. 

Suddenly the soft thud of his boot falls was the only sound in the room, and he smiled behind his mask at the feeling of power it gave him, a turn on like no other he'd felt. 

Jackie had been sitting with her daughter Chrissie in the bank manager's office when the dozen or so armed men had burst through the bank's front doors and began shouting commands. They were all covered in black gear from their boots up to their hoods and glasses, so that the only discernible factors you could tell about them were their height and weight, which all seemed average. 

All she had wanted was to help get her 20 year old daughter her first car loan, and now the two of them were face down on the floor of the office, blindfolded, gagged and handcuffed, wondering when the ordeal would be over. 

Jackie had forced herself to stop crying after the first 20 minutes, because of how much more uncomfortable the blindfold got as it soaked with tears, but she began to sob again, harder than before as she heard the door of the office open and something she was sure was a gun pressed into the small of her back. 

Ed moved the point of his shotgun slowly up the women's back, drawing her loose fitting top with it until he could see the strap of her bra, bright white against the smooth tan of her skin. He had to fight to control his breathing, and reminding himself that he was a bank robber and not a monster; he removed the gun and shut the door of the office, clicking the lock behind him. 

Now both women were sobbing, and he made quiet schussing noises as he began to root through the office, looking in the desk drawers and smiling when he found the panic button he was sure the manager had tried to use in vain, as the outside wires were all cut. 

Finding nothing else of interest in the man's desk, he picked up the two women's purses and set them on it, pulling out their pocketbooks and ignoring the mess of other things. Ignoring the credit cards and small bills too, he found both their driver's licenses and smiled at the descriptions he read on them before he turned the women over to see for himself. 

Jacquan Stone was 42 years old, a 5'9" brunette with a medium build and brown eyes he didn't intend to see. She was wearing a long, flowing skirt that went down past her knees, and a loose fitting blouse that was still halfway pushed up her back. 

Her daughter, Christina Stone was 19, almost 20, and two inches shorter than her mother. She was pleasantly thin, and her form fitting flower dress showed it off well, in what he was sure had been her and her mother's unconscious intention to seduce a loan out of the poor balding bank manager. Best of all was her ponytailed blond hair, and bright blue eyes if her picture was accurate. 

Tossing the I.D.'s back on the desk he sat back on it and drummed his fingers against the gun again, trying to fight the thoughts racing through his head, telling himself he was hard from the excitement of the robbery and not from the thought of what he could do with the two women. 

Chrissie had stopped sobbing, but felt like she could barely breathe. For ten minutes she'd lain there listening to someone moving around the room, softly whistling and tapping on things. Now finally there was silence, and it scared her even more. Then the man spoke quietly in a soft voice, from between her and her mother and she thought the fear might kill her. 

"I know you're both scared, but don't worry too much, I don't want to hurt you. I'm going to take your gags out, but the only thing that I'm going to hear coming out of your mouths, is my cock, and if that's not the case, you can suck on the shotgun and swallow its load instead." 

Chrissie began to hyperventilate as she heard her mother struggling against something feet away from her, but then there was a calm silence, and once again it scared her more. 

Ed removed the barrel of the gun from where he'd pressed it into Jackie's side as she finally stopped struggling. He could hear her taking deep breaths in an effort to stay calm and something about it made him smile. Gently he finished rolling her over onto her back, and then quickly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lacy bra that he moved off her shoulders and pulled down to hug her stomach. 

For emphasis he laid the cold steel of the gun against her stomach and between her breasts as he slowly removed the gag. She gasped loudly at her first breath but then was back to taking in deep rattling breaths. 

Ed grabbed her under the armpits and dragged her into a sitting position with her back against the desk. Unable to wait any longer he yanked down his pants and placed his hand between the back of her head and the desk, curling his fingers through her hair in case she tried to resist. But it only took a second of pushing his cock through her lips and against her teeth before she opened up and let the full head of his penis in. 

It was hard to hold back, and he got further and further down her throat, forcing her head down on him until he could barely see his dick anymore, and then grabbing her by the chin and forcing her mouth to close all the way around him, so that he could feel his dick sliding across her tongue. 

Chrissie could hear her mom gagging and sobbing as the man face-fucked her, grunting and moaning quietly. She could hear him speeding up, getting louder with each thrust and then silence on his part and the sound of her mother suddenly gasping breath out of her mouth again, and Chrissies heart began to race faster.

She barely fought when he grabbed her and began to drag her, pulling her up to her knees and leaning her against the desk, lying against her mother. Then the blindfold came off, and he was pointing the gun in her face, she looked away, over to her mother, who was still blindfolded, her chin resting on her chest, spit hanging down onto her exposed breasts. 

"We're almost done ladies." The man said, jerking himself off with one hand while holding the gun at them with the other. "I'm going to cum on your mom now, and then you're going to lick it up and swallow it. If you do that, that'll be the end." 

So Chrissie sucked the cum off her mom's chin, and then off her breasts and small pink nipples, keeping her mouth there when the man pressed his hand against the back of her head. When she followed the trail of cum between her mom's breasts and down her stomach, he forced her head lower, and she knew it wasn't over. 

Ed pulled the girl's dress up and her panties down from her exposed ass while continuing to hold her face down in her mother's pussy. Spitting on his hand for lubrication, he rubbed himself back to life as he watched the girl move her tongue in and out. When he was completely hard again he pushed the girl down flat on the carpet and got on top of her, shoving his dick hard into her ass until he could hear her muffled moans in the older woman's crotch. 

Her ass was too tight, she was too young and too small, so he picked her up by her arms and bent her over the desk, leaving her there while he got himself hard again in the woman's wet mouth. When he was hard enough and wet enough he moved back to the girl and fucked her against the desk while her mother begged him to stop from the floor. 

Chrissie felt him pull out and prayed it was finally over. He pulled her down off the desk and onto her knees and she opened her mouth without being told, keeping her eyes closed tight. Seconds later she felt him push into her mouth and warm cum filled it again, but before she swallowed it he told her not to, and dragged her towards her mother. 

Jackie felt her daughter's lips against her own, her daughters tongue pushing into her mouth tasting like gizim, and she turned her head back and let her spit it into her mouth, swallowing it and sobbing silently. 

Ed gagged the two again and put the blindfold back on the girl. He left them both half naked on the floor, left 5 thousand dollars in each of their pocket books, and left the bank with the rest of the crew.



The Bank Robbery



She followed his instructions, removing her clothing and then taking his cock in her hand. She began to try and fit the whole thing in his mouth, and as she was about to, he stopped her.

"Wait," he said. "I want you to do the exact opposite of what you would do at home."

At home, she'd never really gets into blow jobs. She'd never been sure why. Maybe she just doesn't like having all that in her mouth; it makes it too hard to breathe and function. She thought about his instructions and decided to focus on playing with his sensitive areas instead of sucking on it like a popsicle.

She began licking his balls. Then she put her mouth up and down the outside of the shaft, She rattled her tongue on the foreskin, listened to him moan, then went up and down the shaft some more. She spit all over his cock, stroked it in her hands, then stuck her tongue out and whapped his cock on it. He was so much in ecstasy, Lilly had no doubt she could grab the gun and get out of there. 

But she'd only be robbing herself at that point.

Unexpectedly, the robber grabbed her by the cheeks with his right hand and grabbed his cock with the left. "Stick out your tongue," he said, and began smacking his cock hard onto it. Then he smacked his cock on her cheeks, then back on her tongue. He put his cock in her mouth just a slight bit, and gently smacked her cheek with his hand, which she liked. 

"Spit on my cock some more," he said, and she did it. Then she took control, began flicking her tongue on the foreskin again.

"Play with yourself," he said. "I want you to move you fingers all over your clit while you suck on my cock."

She hesitated.

"If you don't do it," he said, "I'm going to go out there and get another prisoner to do this to me, instead."

She began rubbing her clit, felt the intensity of it, as she moved her mouth up and down the side of the cock. She played with her clit ring, stuck a finger inside her vagina, moaned onto his cock while she did it.

"Stand up," the robber said. 

He grabbed her, pulled her up into the air, sat her on the table and pushed her back. He began smacking her nipples, then pinching them, and she liked that. He pushed his cock inside of her, and she liked that more. 

"Are you going to be my dirty little whore?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "but only if you fuck me hard."

"Do you want to come again?" he asked.

"Make me come."

As he pinched her nipples, he began fucking her rigorously. It was so wild and uncontrolled, she wasn't used to it. But it felt amazing. 

"Your husband doesn't fuck you like this, does he?" the robber said.

For a moment, thinking of Kevin made her feel weird. Then it made her realize how dirty she was being, and that got her excited. That got her hotter. 

The robber kept fucking her like a jackhammer. The whole table was shaking. He ordered her to play with her clit, which she did, and that made everything more intense. He was pinching her nipple with one hand, grabbing her cheek with the other. Then he took her legs and put them on his shoulders, and it allowed his cock to hit her at another angle.

"Now I'm going to make you come," he said.

When he tilted her back, she felt like she was going to explode. He was so deep, fucking her so hard, she couldn't hardly stand it. She felt the orgasm start to build up when he said, "Tell me, before you come, would you like me to make your pussy all raw and then make you fuck Kevin and that girl out there?" 

"Yes," Lilly groaned.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.

The robber kept fucking her and fucking her, until Lilly finally began to come. She grabbed the sides of the table, her faced turned red and she kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over again, as her entire body exploded.

"I want you to come all over me," she said. "I want your hot sticky cum to fucking drench me."

Hearing that was all the robber needed, and he pulled his cock out and stroked it only once, then shot a huge load of cum all over Lilly's stomach and tits. She loved the hotness of it, and it turned her on so much that she wiped it all off with her fingers and put it in her mouth, to taste the saltiness of it.

"Don't you fucking move," he said.

He got up, put his clothes on and grabbed the gun, then stuck his head out the vault.

"Hey, Jimmy," he shouted.

"What the fuck is taking so long in there?" Jimmy said. "We've only got another minute or two."

"Yeah, I know, I know, I want you to get the security guard and that woman right there in here, OK.

"What, why?

"Just send them in here."

Lilly remained on the table, still shivering, now feeling guilty, when Kevin and Andrea came in to the vault.

Kevin looked angry and scared as he saw Lilly, and screamed, "What the fuck?"

He began to spin around to confront the robber, when he felt the pistol pressed against the back of his head.

"OK, Kevin, before you freak out here, let's have a little discussion. None of this was Lilly's fault. I made her do it. But I think you should know that your wife here has been having some fantasies about you and other women, including this fine hot thing right here. So, I'm going to toss those bags of money to my partner here, and then I'm going to lock this vault door behind me. It seems you have three choices. A) You can be pissed at your wife and wind up in therapy for years. B) You can do what she really wants to do and see if this chick will fuck the two of you. Or C) this chick can say no, and you and Lilly can accept you need more spice in your love life and go find someone else to fool around with."

The robber kept the gun pointed on Kevin, whose anger quickly dissipated when he saw Lilly checking out Allison's tits. The robber grabbed one bag after another, and slid them into the hallway, keeping the gun pointed on Kevin.

After the last one was out, he whispered in Kevin's ear, "Take my advice, you are going to want to boss your wife around in the sack a little bit more, OK, buddy? You can thank me later."

The robber then left, closing the door behind him and locking it. It would be a while before anyone could open it. 

Lilly sat up, still naked, but wanting more. She motioned for Allison to come closer. Hell, who would know anyway? Allison came over, and Lilly wrapped her legs around her, pulled her closely and grabbed the back of her head, putting her hands through Allison's reddish-brown hair. 

As they began making out, and Kevin began taking off his uniform for the fun that was about to begin, the video camera above them captured the whole thing. 

The manager was the only one with access to the video machines. It was a good thing he was off today. It was a very good thing that Lilly had the master keys. It was a very good thing the robber had come that day.