The back door opened and I stepped inside out of the hot afternoon sun and into the cool air conditioning of the bank. Standing there holding the door was Angie, the hot little blonde teller that I'd been having frequent rendezvous with for the past few months. We had recognized each other at a bar one night and started to talk. We hit it off and she ended up spending the night, and most of the next day, with me at my place. After that we started to see each other on a frequent bases, no relationship just sex⦠just the way I wanted it.
These little afternoon visits to the bank had been her idea. On days when I could get out of the office I would go through the drive through and she would send my receipt with a time for me to be at the back door. At that moment the door would open and we would hustle into the storage room where I would fuck her brains out until she had to go back to work.
Today I was horny, horny as hell and I needed to pound this little girl and but good. Angie was wearing a cute little flowered skirt cut up way to high to be considered 'professional' but I suppose that if you are fucking in the storage room during your lunch break the length of your skirt doesn't really concern you, now does it? To complement her skirt she wore an almost see through sheer white blouse, unbuttoned down to show off her cleavage. She didn't have the biggest tits I'd ever seen, but they were perky and sensitive and always receptive to my touch.
She closed and locked the storage door behind her and in a moment she was on me, fumbling with my belt in a desperate attempt to free my cock, which had been at full attention since I pulled into the parking lot and kept growing, aided by anticipation and now, her hands. She dropped to her knees, pulling my boxers down with her. Mere moments later my cock was buried in her throat.
I'm rather proud of my cock; It's no 13 inch monster but it's just under 9 inches long and thick; I'm happy to report that I've even made some girls who went black come back with my weapon! But I digress⦠where was I? Oh yeah, getting an amazing blow job.
Angie licked up and down the shaft of my cock, pausing only to take my balls in her mouth and gently rotate them around with her tongue. These sessions always amazed me β when she and I got together on the weekends she usually liked it slow and gentle but when we were here she was like a mad beast. She stopped licking my cock and began to move her mouth up and down on my now fully hard cock. Taking as much of me as she could, she made that great 'gurgle' sound that girls make when a hard cock is pressed up against the back of their throat. She held herself down as far as she could go and bounced up and down on it a couple of times, trying to shove it deeper. When satisfied she wasn't going to get any more of it down her beautiful throat, she moved her lips back up my cock, pausing at the head to flick her soft tongue over that most sensitive part of my organ.
Again and again she went down to the depths of her previous effort, aided by my hands on the back of her headβ¦. Guiding her to take even more. She didn't get the whole thing, but she go a lot of it and left it covered in a sheen of stringy spit that dangled from her lips when she removed her mouth. I couldn't take much more and I wasn't about to toss this load anywhere but in her pussy.
"How much time do we have?" I asked.
She looked at her watch. "About 25 more minutes."
"Lets stop wasting them talking, lay on the table over there."