Brian Doyle walked into the bank at 11:15. He saw that the tellers were busy, but the cute young black girl at the customer service desk looked bored. He sat in front of her, smiled, and said, “I’d like to transfer some money between accounts.”
She looked up and smiled back at him; her nameplate said Saundra Jones. “I can help you with that, sir.” Her smile exposed perfectly white and even teeth contrasted against her thick shapely lips that were coated in a subdued maroon lipstick.
He placed his account card on the desk and slid it to her. Brian studied her as she tapped away at the computer keyboard. A generous swath of eyeliner dramatized Saundra’s jade green eyes and soft, thick lashes. She brushed her long, kinky hair away from her face several times as she typed. Brian could not help but thinking what those succulent lips would feel like wrapped around his dick. He found himself getting mildly aroused at the thought of having his way with this little hottie. He fantasized about waiting until the bank closed and then doing her right on the desk in full view of the locked glass door. The sweet contrast of a stodgy bank and him, a middle-aged, pale-assed mick, fucking a hot black chick made him hard. He watched as she typed, and it was clear that her pale green blouse was a size too small through the bust. As she got a slip of paper from the drawer, he could clearly see her breasts between the gap. It didn’t go unnoticed that her tits overflowed her cups. She kept her arms spread between the keyboard and a printer. Finally, he looked up from her breasts into her face.
Saundra smiled; she knew that he was staring, so she wiggled her shoulders.
Brian told her what he wanted done with his money.
She completed the transactions and provided him with receipts. “Is there anything else I can do for you today, Mr. Doyle?”
“Do you have safety deposit boxes here?”
“Could you show me where and how they’re kept?”
“Come this way.” Saundra lead him into the back and into the safety deposit box room. Brian followed, watching her healthy butt shimmy as she walked. He loved her long, tight skirt with the large slit to the knee and the tall, high-heeled boots she wore. She described the features, sizes and prices of the deposit boxes. “Also, we have several small but private viewing rooms where you can examine the contents. Would you like me to show you?”
He followed her to a small room with a table and chairs. “Is there anything else I can show you?”
“Yeah,” he whispered, looking her in the eye, “your boobs.”
Saundra closed the door quietly, leaned against it, and unbuttoned her blouse. She smiled at him again, and pulled each hefty tit free from its bra of bondage.
Brian approached, staring at her smooth pear shaped breasts as they hung, framed by the pale green blouse. He could see tan lines, indicating that she wore a small bikini top that covered only her nipples and the tips of her breasts. He wondered how many hard-ons she provoked wearing a small top like that, and he wondered if her bikini bottom covered just as little of her ripe ass.
She let out a small gasp as he pressed his warm, wet mouth against her breast. Reaching for his crotch, she massaged his erection through his pants. As he sucked, she slowly unzipped his fly and expertly maneuvered his throbbing cock and heavy balls free.
He inhaled sharply as she worked his cock with both hands. He stood straight, caressed her ear with his tongue and whispered, “Lick me.”
Without hesitation, Saundra hiked her skirt up to her waist; spread her feet wide, and squatted in front of him. She quickly took his cock into her mouth and rolled her tongue over the top of his cockhead while stroking him. She then fed him inch by inch into the back of her throat. As she mouth-fucked him, she undid his pants and slowly dropped them to the ground. Once they were around his ankles, she held the hem of her skirt, stood up, and kissed him.
Saundra wiggled out of her thong, let it fall to the floor, and set her bare ass on the table. She motioned for Brian to shuffle forward. As he did she spread her thighs and pulled her knees up to her ass. When he got close enough, she put the backs of her legs up against his shoulders, exposing her almost cleanly shaven pussy; she left only a centered racing stripe the width of a finger.
Brian parted her wet, thick pussy lips with his fingers, looking at the tan lines from her bikini bottom. Imagining her in only this thong bottom and tiny top on the beach made him hard. He rubbed his wet cockhead against her pussy and then slipped his cock in. He could feel her pussy muscles expand and contract as she helped suck his cock in deeper and deeper. The whole while she encouraged him with whispers of “Oh yeah.”
When Brian had his cock firmly embedded in her crotch, she reached around her leg and gently clutched him balls. “Oh yeah, honey, that feels good!”
Saundra smiled and licked her lips. She placed her other hand over her pussy and rubbed her clit, leaving his pumping cock between her index and middle fingers.
Brian began really fucking her with slow, short strokes. The heat of her muscular ass warmed his thighs as he pumped. She rolled her head slowly from side to side with her eyes half open and her lips parted. When he was ball-deep in her pussy, he rose up on his tiptoes and pushed just a little more. Every push he gave on his toes elicited a groan from Saundra. Finally she said, “Just like that baby.”
Brian stayed on his toes and leaned hard against the back of her legs as he pushed like he was trying to crawl inside her. She felt so good, and her dark skin looked so sweet and sexy. Her breasts jiggled as they fucked. “Oh yeah, that’s it, that’s it, that’s IT!” Saundra put the crook of her elbow over her mouth to stop from crying out as she came.
He felt the growing tension in his own groin. One more, two more three more, just one, “Argh,” he said quietly as he spewed his hot cum into her dark pussy. He lingered, letting her soak up his cum, then withdrew. Brian watched as she winked at him and licked her lips. Sandra then put her fingers into her crotch, scooped out the cum, and sucked her fingers. “Yum,” she said.
He dressed; she took her thong and slipped it into his pants pocket. Putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately. “I have a feeling that you might need to see this room again before committing to a box. Wednesday? Perhaps around 2:00. It’s pretty slow then.”
“I think you’re right,” he replied.