AUTHORS NOTE: It's not necessary, but would enhance the experience if you read my previous story about Allison: THE ORAL BANK TELLER, which takes place the night before. Both of these stories are essentially true stories, with a little linguistic embellishment. Enjoy! ------------The Dodger
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After that first magnificent blowjob in the church parking lot, I would become the focus of Allison's life. She really was a very sweet, but somewhat needy young thing who now looked to me to supply her with what she needed most in life: A steady cock to suck and a man who showed appreciation for her heavenly mouth. I was more than happy to supply her with both. The way she gamely took my jism-spurting cock in her throat last night and the sounds of her mumbled "thank you's" as she licked the cum off of my body had kept me awake most of the night masturbating and fantasizing about our next encounter. Tired as I was, I didn't have to wait long.
I was in my office at the store that next morning when the clerk buzzed me that there was someone to see me out front. It was only 7 AM in the morning.... who the hell was breaking my balls this early? I switched the surveillance monitor to the counter area and there she was: my little cockslut, my perfect blowjob, the lovely, young and very oral bank teller, Allison. Damn! Was she here for another deposit already? I told the clerk to let her thru to my office.
When the door opened I noticed something different about her right away: Her full head of deep auburn hair was done in a long curly red perm that bounced around her shoulders in a sexy tangle very different from the usually boring buns and pony tails I was used to seeing on her. She ditched the glasses in favor of contacts, but she still wore a lame beige pantsuit under her trench coat and stupid penny loafers that made her look older than her 22 years. (I have to teach this girl how to dress). The look on her face, however, and the distinct sparkle in her soft blue eyes, suggested a different girl altogether as she stood in the doorway literally beaming at me.
"Hi-ii!" she said, in a smiling, somewhat sultry voice that stretched the word out into two soft syllables. It was the satisfied purr of a woman altogether happy to greet her lover. I was a little taken aback by the hair change and the fact that here she was in my office, barely 12 hours after I had mercilessly fucked her mouth in her husbands car and made her gag on a huge load of cum. She stood there for a moment, unsure of my response, hesitant like a shy little girl. She was so cute I just wanted to hug her!
"Come here, sweetie" I smiled, my outstretched arms offering the sanctuary she so obviously needed. She stepped into my embrace, a soul needing warmth and shelter, and I pulled her close to me and just held her there with my arms inside her open coat, firmly entwined in the small of her back. Her head rested on my chest as she held me tightly, absorbing my warmth. I had to tilt her chin upwards to gaze into her eyes and they seemed to dance a dance of gratitude that I had welcomed her this way. We kissed deeply for a full minute and I couldn't help but slide my hands around to circle her tiny waist and bring them up to cup her breasts while we embraced. She sighed and simply stood there, allowing my hands to roam her body freely until I broke the kiss.
"I hope you're not mad at me for coming here so early," she said, looking up at me with uncertainty. "I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about you. I wanted to start my day by seeing you and telling you what a great time I had last night. And I wanted to thank you for making me feel so...so loved and appreciated"
"Well, I am a little surprised to see you so early in the morning, Allison...but I'm glad your here" I replied as she rested against me and I stroked her hair. "But don't you have to be at work soon?"
"Yes, but after last night I couldn't wait to see you again, and I couldn't stand being around my stupid husband, so I left the house early." I hugged her in sympathy and felt her tremble as I pulled her closer. We kissed again, this time her mouth was more aggressive and her lips encircled my tongue and drew moisture and heat from it. I let her suck it as my hands moved down to her perfect round ass. Then I pulled her up into me as I removed her coat and let it slide to the floor. She responded by dropping her hand down to my cock, and tentatively placing her palm over it. She held her hand on the bulge in my pants, without stroking it or moving even one little finger over its length. She waited for a response.
"It's OK, Allison, you can play with it." (Wasn't I magnanimous?)
She immediately began to rub it lightly. "Go ahead, make it hard," I allowed. I knew where this was going, but I could tell she needed direction...as she should. "Feel how hard it's getting, baby?," I asked softly. "Mmmmmmm, yes," she replied breathlessly, tracing the outline of my hardening cock with her slim, dainty fingers. Then she looked up at me very seriously and asked me, "A girl should always make her lover's cock hard, shouldn't she Michael? Men want that, don't they? It feels so much nicer when it's hard--so powerful and masculine. I feel proud that I can make that happen. I feel like I am a real woman. It makes my pussy wet to hold a hard cock in my hand. That doesn't make me bad, does it, Michael. That doesn't make me a whore, like my husband says, does it? I wish I could take it out right now and play with it." She sounded disappointed; but I could fix that.
I leaned to my left and reached under my desktop to hit the security switch, locking my door. "Go ahead, I don't mind," I told her, glancing at the clock, figuring I had about 30 minutes to play, "enjoy yourself." (Wasn't I the sport?)
"Really?...its OK to do it here?" she asked a little nervously, her fingers already unsnapping my jeans and drawing the zipper down. "No one will walk in and see me?" I started to tell her about the automatic door lock when I remembered the switch also activated the video camera in the office. I briefly considered turning it off when my thoughts were interrupted by the feel of her warm hand enveloping my cock and hauling it out of my pants into the open. She didn't wait for my answer. "Oh well, too late now," I thought.
"It's so beautiful," she whispered almost to herself, as she held my 8-inch cock in her small hand and massaged it slowly. Her palm felt warm and sweaty as it glided up and down the underside of my dick and squeezed it gently. She reached down with her other hand and scraped her fingernails back and forth on the underside of my scrotum while she slowly jerked me off. She stared intently at the smooth, thick steely shaft in her hand and drew her fingertips lovingly along its length up to the satin textured deep pink head. "It's so beautiful," she repeated several times as she played with it, apparently in another world. Then she looked up at me, her soft blue eyes seeking permission in mine.
"Michael, would you...I mean...do you have time...to...to let me give you a blowjob before I go to work?" she asked in a low throaty whisper. "I really need to taste it...I want to start today feeling like I felt last night when you came in my mouth. You told me how good I sucked it, remember? I'll suck it good again, I promise. I'm so hungry for it." And then she smiled and her eyes narrowed a bit. Her tongue slipped out and touched her upper lip in an impish little girl grin. "I want to have your delicious cock...for breakfast"; she smiled at this amusing observation. She looked up at me for approval. My cock was hard as a rock by now, tickled pink so to speak, but I wasn't laughing: