Chapter 16 -- FULL SERVICE BANKING
(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, "
As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing." I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family would eventually discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)
Mae said, "Terry's going to have you work the safety deposit desk today." I worked the desk before. It was nothing new and generally meant it would be a boring day. But there was one box in particular that I wanted Terry to open that day.
I clocked in and put my backpack in our breakroom. As I sat my backpack down, I thought about my promise to Dipper; I wouldn't let anyone else fuck me bare. I had no idea of how or when Terry would try to have me, but I had no doubt that it would be sooner rather than later.
I reached into my backpack and grabbed a condom, but I realized that my dress didn't have any pockets of any sort. There was only one place I could think of to tuck the condom away.
Alone in the breakroom, I opened up the packaging and removed a condom. I threw the foil wrapper back into my backpack and then I lifted my skirt and slid the condom inside my pussy. My pussy was still completely drenched from fucking Dipper and I was a little concerned that the condom might slip out of me so I pushed it deep inside me. I washed my hands and went back into the common area of the bank.
Just as I got onto the banking floor, Terry came out of his office and our eyes connected. Although we both hid the smiles from our lips, our eyes were definitely grinning at each other. My heart skipped a couple beats. Terry said, "I'm glad you were able to make it early. I need you to work the safe deposit desk today. We'll spend a little while up in the training room so I can go over all the protocols."
I smiled and said, "Ok."
The thing is, I had already worked the deposit box desk numerous times before, so obviously this was a ruse to get me alone. I couldn't help but to look down at his crotch. I knew it was not my imagination; I clearly detected a bulge.
Terry walked with me over to Mae. To Mae he said, "Like we talked about before, I'm going to be training Vanessa upstairs in the conference room. I need to be certain that I have her undivided attention during the training as I think the vault will be busier than usual today, so I'm relying on you in case we need to be interrupted." Mae said she understood and gave me a wink.
Terry directed me up the stairs. The stairs were narrow with walls on both sides. Most bank visitors didn't even realize we had an upstairs. He walked up the stairs a half step behind me. After climbing only a few steps he placed his hand gently on my ass and gave it a squeeze. I glanced at him and looked at the foot of the stairs it was clear of any bystanders. If I could have known for certain that there was no one who could have seen us I would have fucked him right on the stairs, but we were only a few steps from the training room. He opened the door for me and flipped the sign to read "Meeting in session. Knock before entering." We walked inside together, he closed the door and locked it.
The room had windows and there was plenty of light. There was no need to turn on the lights.
I walked toward the conference table and he came up behind me.
He brought his mouth near my ear and whispered, "Missed me?"
I said, "Yes."
With my back still to him he leaned me into the table and pushed himself up against me. He brought his hands underneath both my armpits and reached to cup my boobs in his hands. I let out a sigh. He said, "Shhhhh."
I turned around and we were face to face. Our lips went together and then we both went into frenzy mode. He started grabbing behind my back unclasping and unzipping my dress, while I tugged to unbuckle his belt to unzip his pants. Almost simultaneous my dress and his pants fell to the floor. I stepped out of my dress and his pants went to his ankles. He slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.
I dropped to my knees to suck his cock. It was fragrant. It smelled like pussy. I said, "Mmmmm, is that Karen?"
He chuckled and said, "No, that's Mae. A couple hours ago." Apparently they had a conference of their own.
I proceeded to suck his cock. As I did, a thought ran through my mind. I realized in just a short period of time I had become numb to who, where or when I fucked. Sex was just sex. The partner didn't matter. What mattered was having a cock pounding me between my legs. It had turned into a game of testing the limits and I felt there were no limits. I just wanted to fuck.
I pushed the thoughts from my mind and concentrated on my desires. He was rock hard. His cock was obviously waiting for this moment all morning. His cock was big, but not Dipper big. In fact, in hindsight, knowing the cocks that I have known, Terry's cock was perfect.
I sucked him madly. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I stopped and told him so.
I asked, "Can you still fuck me if you cum?"
He smiled and said, "Of course. Viagra." I didn't even acknowledge the Viagra comment. So I proceeded to suck him for the purpose of cum, not stimulation. He knew it was what I wanted so he seemed to make extra effort to make it happen. After a few minutes he said, "Now!" The cum started pumping into my mouth. He had a lot to give and I wanted it. But after he pumped three squirts in my mouth I pinched off his cock and held it firm. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to show what he had given me. And then I proudly swallowed it. What I really want was to climb on his cock and let him finish releasing inside my pussy. But I felt a guilt and a strange sense of morality and erased the thought from my mind. I brought my mouth back to his cock and let go of his cock so the remainder of his cum could flow down my throat.
When his cock stopped pumping, I sucked him hard being certain to not waste a drop of his cum. Although drained, his cock remained rock hard. With his cock still in my mouth I reached down between my legs and slid my fingers deep inside my pussy fishing for the condom. But apparently it had traveled deeper inside me while I was walking and I could barely touch it.
Terry noticed my fingers inside me and said, "You really are a horny little slut, aren't you." I didn't reply. I kept sucking him and still tried to reach the condom. Finally I was able to pull it out of me.
I stopped sucking him and immediately wrapped his cock with the condom.
Terry protested, "We don't need that. We've already done it bare."
I stopped and seriously said, "I'm probably ok, but I don't want you to catch anything, I fucked a lot of guys this weekend and I should have used condoms, but I didn't."
After that statement, he decided not to debate me.
With his cock fully wrapped, I stood up and still grasping his cock firmly I turned my back to him and bent over onto the table. I brought his cock to my pussy and said, "Fuck me boss." I let go of his cock and as soon as I did, he shoved himself fully inside me and he immediately started giving me full deep strokes.
I said, "I love how you feel." What I really wanted was to tell him to take the condom off. Trying to maintain sanity and self-control was challenging.
I didn't really know if he would be able to fuck so quickly, but he did as I asked. His cock remained rock hard. He gave me one pounding thrust after another. He really was good. I had a true understanding of what Mae had alluded to when she said he was a good fuck. The fucking continued and suddenly he wrapped his hand around my mouth and said, "You need to be quieter." Apparently I was being too vocal without knowing it.
He said, "Prior to Sunday, I would have never guessed you had a tramp-stamp, but I should have known you would. I don't even need to know what it means. I know it's your way of saying fuck me harder." In a sense he was 100% correct.