Boning the Banker

Boning the Banker Boning the Banker

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Having unusual thoughts about my friend the banker turns into an interesting and surprising day.....

Summary

Having unusual thoughts about my friend the banker turns into an interesting and surprising day.....

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Submitted: April 14, 2016

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Submitted: April 14, 2016

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Boning the Banker

Scarlett had been my contact at the bank for years, beginning when she was a cashier and then moving up the ladder to be a financial advisor and loan officer. Her husband was one of my brother’s best friends but I had never socialized with Scarlett and her husband. She was five years older than me and not quite slender, but she was pretty, friendly and very good at her job. She also had tits that were seemingly too big for her frame, making her look top heavy when she stood erect.

I never thought of her sexually for some reason because I rarely saw her, usually only if and when I had a financial transaction to conduct that would involve her services. Then one day I had applied for a loan to open a new small business and Scarlett handled it for me. Everything went fine until she called me about the closing on the loan.

“Everything is set for the closing, Ben, but there was something on your credit report that you should know about,” she advised. Come to my office before we close at noon this Saturday and we’ll close the loan and I’ll help you clear things up.”

I thanked her and put any worry out of my mind. On Saturday, I arrived at eleven, knowing the bank would close at noon. We were done with the paperwork by eleven forty-five and the bank closed down and the other employees left. Scarlett sat at her desk after we finished. “There is a small credit transaction on your credit report, not derogatory, but under a variation of your name,” she explained. “It appears the credit bureau posted the information on your record by mistake. It does not affect your credit rating, but you might want to contact them to fix it.”

That would have ended our meeting for the day had it not been for the outfit she had chosen to wear that day. Her dark auburn hair fell on her shoulders and the thin pale yellow blouse. She had a light beige jacket over the blouse, but the blouse seemed way too small for her; the fabric strained where her full breasts pushed against the front, and too many buttons had already come undone as she moved about.

I struggled not to stare but took every chance I could to enjoy the view of those soft mounds rolling back and forth under that blouse. There was enough cleavage showing to lose a fist in it. Or something else. And that is where I screwed up; letting naughty thoughts drag me into a state of erection.

Obviously she had noticed that I had been preoccupied, especially when I did not respond to her last suggestion. She looked at me with eyes that bored right through me and grabbed me by the balls.

“Ben, are you looking at my boobs?” she asked flatly.

Caught, I looked at her, embarrassed. “Yeah, Scarlett, I’m sorry, I just never noticed how well-endowed you are,” I said honestly.

She sat back in her chair, with a look that said she wasn’t exactly pleased but wasn’t mad either. “What is it with guys drooling over big boobs?” she asked with a little grin.

“Well, hell, Scarlett, face it; guys like getting our face in there, all warm and soft and sexy, it’s a natural thing,” I said.

She sat motionless, not saying anything for a solid minute or two, and then said, “Stand up for me a minute, Ben.”

I raised an eyebrow, a little confused and she repeated it, “Come on, stand up; I want to see something.”

Naturally as I stood she glanced down and saw the bulge in my pants, and possibly a little sign of a wet spot. She crossed her arms across those big globes and asked, “You’ve been thinking of tit fucking me, haven’t you?”

I was dumbfounded. “Holy shit, Scarlett!” I stammered, trying to sound shocked.

“Well, have you?” she demanded softly.

“Hell, yeah!” I gushed, unable to get out of it. “I couldn’t help it; you’re pretty hot.”

She uncrossed her arms and said softly, almost in a whisper, “Come around here, by my chair.”

Obediently I walked around and she turned in the swivel chair to face me. “Unzip your pants and pull it out so I can see it,” she said. I nearly came in my pants, thinking she was either going to suck me or let me fuck her tits. But once my cock was sticking out of my clothes she said, “Sit down in front of me, Ben.”

I sat down on the floor and she stood up. She pulled her skirt up so she could grab her panties and then she slid them down and stepped out of them. Then she sat back down in her chair, her skirt up around her waist and spread her legs. “I heard a rumor about you from one of the girls who used to work the cashier section,” she said. “If what I heard is true, you won’t mind doing me a little favor to get what you want, will you, Ben?”

The poor woman didn’t know who she was challenging. I leaned in, pressed my face into her hairy slit and nuzzled her with just my nose. I ran the tip of my nose up and down her slit, and dipped into her until her wetness filled my nostrils. She gasped slightly when my tongue began licking her slit, long and slow.

I was enjoying myself and in no hurry, but when I began stabbing her hole with my tongue, she inched down further in the chair and said with that same soft, sexy voice, “Stroke yourself, too, Ben; get really hard for me.” Just the smell and taste of her was getting me aroused enough; I didn’t want to lose control, but I did as she asked, being careful not to come.

Suddenly her office door opened and someone said, “I’ve cleaned up and locked up everything, Scarlett, so I’m leaving. You staying a while?” he asked. I presumed it must have been the janitor but I couldn’t see him from behind the desk and I prayed he could not see me. Scarlett turned the chair towards the desk and I shuffled back, almost under the desk but still in front of her. Her hand on the back of my head kept me in place as she moved us.

“Thanks, Larry,” she said. “Come in and have a seat; how are Martha and the kids?”

I stopped stroking myself but Scarlett put her legs together, one hooking over my shoulder. Thankfully Larry did not decide to come in and stay but Scarlett seemed to enjoy his presence. Larry started talking, answering her question about the family and Scarlett’s hand began scratching the back of my head, digging fingernails into my scalp.

Unbeknownst to Larry, Scarlett was coming, actually squirting on my tongue. I nearly choked and gagged but swallowed to keep from doing so and revealing where I was. Scarlett’s thighs shuddered against my face and her flow went down my cheeks and neck, soaking my shirt. Soon Larry was out the door and Scarlett pushed back the chair, took my face in both her hands and gasped, “Suck my cunt! Drink it!”

I nearly came all over myself even though I was not touching my cock. I licked and sucked her clit and she nearly smothered me as her legs slammed together and she jerked against my face. My cock was about to explode when she opened her legs.

“Get up, quick!” she ordered, and I did. My clothes were wet and stained by her orgasmic liquid but she pulled me close between her legs. She flipped off her light jacket and opened her blouse and her tits flowed out like soft melons ripe for the picking. She wrapped them around my shaft and I put my hands on her shoulders and began humping her gorgeous cleavage.

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes when I groaned out loud, hoping that Larry was long gone. She squeezed her tits tightly together, trapping the head of my cock deep in that soft valley of breast flesh as I unloaded spurt after spurt of my own orgasmic liquid. When I was spent, she released my cock from the soft heaven of her cleavage.

She used tissues from the desk to wipe herself clean, calmly retrieved her panties and slipped into them. I was still panting, standing with my cock dripping as it continued to throb. She looked at me with a grin and said, “That was enjoyable, but I wanted to keep you there as long as Larry would stay; I could have come several more times for you.”

“Perhaps another time, then?” I asked hopefully.

“I think not, and you know why.” She replied. “Professional ethics; you understand.”

 


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