The Bankrobber

“Get down on the floor!”

The gun was pointing in my face. My body was paralysed with fear. I couldn’t move, or think. Time was suspended. All I could see was the barrel of the gun and all I could feel was the pummelling beat of my heart as it thundered in my chest.

“Move bitch!” His eyes pierced me through the thin slits of his balaclava. The pupils tiny pin pricks.

“Now!” he screamed. His spittle sprayed on my face through the hole he had fashioned in the wool. His warm breath brushed my neck, making my skin crawl. He leant in closer to my face and whispered quietly “Do it before I shoot you.”

He shoved me with the gun and my knees buckled. I dropped to the floor in a heap. He stalked over to his companions. A voice beside me murmured, “Are you ok?” I turned toward the sound and saw a man looking at me; apprehension etched on his face. “Shut the fuck up!” the gunman yelled at us from across the room. I looked back at the man next to me and nodded, barely moving my head. The tension in the room was palpable. The stench of sweat and fear permeated the air; seeping into every pore. I surveyed my fellow captives. There were 10 of us in total; four staff and six customers. The staff had been ordered out from behind the counter and now we were all jumbled together in the middle of the room, like cattle awaiting slaughter. There were no children, thankfully. I could see one elderly man, who had lost his shoe in the hustle. He was holding his elbow awkwardly and cursing under his breath. One of the young female tellers had wet herself. I could make out the dark shadow staining her pants. I think she was the one who was confronted first. She looked at me in pure fear. Her green eyes were dilated and adrenaline had flushed her translucent skin. She looked so exquisite; terror intensifying her already striking beauty. I looked away guiltily, ashamed of my thoughts. 6 women, 4 men. 3 robbers, 2 guns. I closed my eyes and said a prayer; please let us all come out of this safe. Please.

“We won’t be long people.” The second gunman spoke. He was unmistakably the leader; his stance was relaxed, but his muscles taut. He held is gun casually at his side; ready for use if required, but not exploiting it to assert his authority. “If you do everything we ask you will all go home to your families in one piece tonight. And in time you will come to see this as a story you can share with your grandkids. But, you must do exactly what we tell you,” he was scanning the room, scrutinizing all of us. Reassuring himself that the message was being clearly communicated and understood; demonstrating his dominance. His eyes met mine. Even across the room I could see that they were dark, almost black. He lingered on me. I averted my eyes, terrified that looking directly at him may provoke him in some way.

“We have a plan that is precise and practised. Every man has his job. It works well. No one has ever been hurt and we want to keep it that way. But it is essential that you follow directives. That you do as you are told. You are to remain on the floor at all times: this is for your safety. You are to remain silent at all times, we don’t want anyone panicking and being stupid” he paused. “You are all doing well so far. Keep it up and we’ll be leaving here soon.” His voice was even, every word spoken deliberately and with care. I looked at the others in the group and I could sense some ease in them. If things remained this calm and controlled there was hope for us all.

He turned to the others. “Boys, go earn your pay.”

The larger man went behind the counter and started emptying the money into a holdall. The smaller man gathered his bag and disappeared through the far door and into the back rooms. The leader stood, carefully watching us, assessing our moods and behaviour. I could feel him constantly scanning over me. It gave me a strange sensation. His intensity was intimidating, but at the same time he made me feel safe and reassured.

When the first man was done he came back and stood by his boss. The leader handed him his gun, then lent and whispered something in his ear. The man hooked the second gun into his pants and raised his own gun in our direction. His stance was rigid and his eyes remained alert, darting everywhere. The boss left him and walked towards us. People curled themselves up as small as they could and averted their eyes, fearful of being singled out. He stopped at me and stared for what felt like an eternity. Then he bent down and grabbed my elbow, dragging me off the ground. I could hear the old man telling him to leave me alone, but he just side stepped him. He hauled me through to the back door and kicked it shut. Gently, he pushed me into an office and stood in the doorway. He was tall and solidly built. Brown highlights flickered in his dark eyes making them appear warmer in this light. I could see black stubble peppered his upper lip. He removed his gloves and folded his arms. His skin was tanned and small veins protruded along the contours of his hands. He leant his body against the doorframe and looked at me, tilting his head.

“I don’t believe in being violent with a woman, and I wouldn’t force you do something you didn’t want to do, but when I saw you staring down the barrel of that gun, you got me hard. You’ve got balls; it was so fucking sexy.” His voice was gravelly and had a thickness about it.

I looked at him closely, trying to evaluate his body language. I was still scared, and wary of his apparent ease.

“It wasn’t ballsy. I was petrified and I couldn’t move.” I said, confessed. “Your colleague seems tightly wound.”

He shook his head, “Nah, it’s all an act; he’s as meek as a mouse. He wouldn’t hurt a fly”. I looked doubtful. “Honestly,” he added, “he’s one of the nicest guys I know.”

“You’re fucking kidding me; you must know some real assholes.” I replied sardonically. “He scared the shit out of me.”

He laughed. “It didn’t look it. I wanted to fuck you then and there, but I thought the old man might have a coronary.”

I smiled despite myself. His casual demeanour was calming me. I could feel my body relaxing, the tension starting to ebb away. I felt safe enough to make a weak attempt at a joke. “Now that would’ve been a story to tell the grandkids.”

His eyes sparkled in amusement as he laughed. “I can think of an even better story to tell.” He smiled. It was warm and unguarded. I could tell from the movement of the balaclava he was cocking an eyebrow; he looked at me expectantly. I couldn’t help but smile back. I was drawn to him, and I could feel my excitement growing. “Well, I must do as I’m told apparently, or else I could get hurt,” I replied.

“Too right babe” he said, advancing toward me.

He placed a hand on my lower back and pulled me toward him tightly. I could feel his body pressing against mine; his warmth, his firmness enveloping me. He held the back of my head and kissed me passionately. My trepidation melted as my body responded to his touch. I wrapped my arms around his body, rubbing my hands along his back before resting them on his ass. I gave it a hard squeeze and pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock against my body. His hands fell to my side as he started to ease my skirt up over my hips. I undid his pants and shoved my hand inside. His cock was rock hard; I massaged it through his underwear, teasing his balls. I grabbed his shaft and squeezed him firmly. His cock was thick; my hand unable to cover its girth. Pushing me back against the wall, he ripped my panties down and inserted two fingers into my cunt. I gasped as he worked his fingers back and forth, pressing his thumb down on my clit. I felt my wetness growing. My nipples were rock hard and bursting through my blouse. I threaded my hand into his underwear and starting masturbating him. I worked my hand around the head of his cock, rubbing its underside. I scooped my hand down lower and cupped his balls, fondling them gently. He groaned, and fingered me faster. Losing all patience, he pulled his fingers from me and yanked his pants down. His free cock stood hard and erect.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I raised my hands and placed them behind his neck and pulled him toward me. He supported my body weight against the wall as he slid his penis up and down my pussy; teasing my clit with his head. I could feel my juices spread as he continued to masturbate me with his cock. It felt so fucking good. He gradually eased his fat cock into my tight pussy. I held my breath as I felt him entering. He groaned as I pressed my hips hard against him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. He dug his fingers deep into my ass cheeks as he held me tight and thrust. My heart was racing and I could feel every nerve in my body quiver. His cock was delving deep into my cunt. My clit was engorged and I could feel my juices start to escape down my leg. “Harder” I moaned insatiably in his ear. He responded by fucking me so fiercely I struggled to breathe. His powerful thrusts sent me wild as my hips gyrated fervently; my cunt eagerly devouring his cock. Drips of sweat trickled down my back. His balls slapped roughly against me. He grazed my neck with his lips and panted “I’m going to cum.”

We looked into each other’s eyes as he fucked me harder, the climax building. We groaned in pleasure as we shuddered in orgasm, sending waves of ecstasy surging through our bodies. Gasping, we remained entwined. I could feel his heart thumping against mine. We slowly unwrapped ourselves and I felt his fat cock slide out. My legs were weak and I had to lean on the chair. He handed my panties to me smiling. I giggled self-consciously as I tried to straighten myself up, patting my hair down.

“Look at me; I can’t go back out there like this. I’ll be so embarrassed.” I said, feeling my flushed cheeks.

“Stay in here. We’ll be gone in,” he looked at his watch “2 minutes. Perfect timing” he grinned.

He grabbed my handbag and went rummaging through my purse. “What the hell?” I said. “Leave it alone.” Leaning across to try and reach it.

“Found it,” he said.

“What?”

“Your address,” holding up my licence triumphantly. “You know, I used to do B and E's back in the day …”

“Oh did you just?” I said playfully, taking my licence and bag back.

“Uh huh, I was thinking I might get back into business you know, now that I have a good place to start.” His mouth formed a boyish smirk. “As long as you have no objections?”

“I’ve been given clear instructions to do as I’m told remember?” I said pressing my body against him.

He slapped my ass and turning around said “So you have. And don’t you forget it.”

“I don’t even know what you look like,” I said laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“It only adds to the mystery,” he said winking. “I've gotta go now. Oh and leave a window unlocked for me tonight. I was never that talented at breaking in really.”

He quickly exited the room, locking the door on his way out. I shook my head grinning. This is crazy. Then it occurred to me; Oh man, what am I going to say to the police?

I stood at the window undecided. Was I really going to do this? What if he was just joking and a real burglar got in? My mind went back and forth, arguing with itself. Oh fuck it, I thought impatiently as I walked away from the unlatched window. What are the odds of an actual break in occurring tonight? I sauntered off to bed, telling myself I was being stupid; he wouldn’t come anyway.

I fell into a restless sleep, waking drowsily every so often and listening for any unusual noises. During the night I became aware of a weight on my mattress. I groggily raised my head and looked down my bed. I could make out the shape of a person sitting and staring at me. I screamed my heart racing as I jumped out of bed. I stood frozen, staring at the figure. He leaned over, “Hey, it’s ok. It’s only me,” he said, as he turned the bedside lamp on.

My eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light. Gradually I could make out his features. He was a good looking guy, with short black hair. He had full lips, stubble and dark eyes. “Remember?” he asked as he lowered a balaclava over his face.

“Jesus! You scared me to death,” a relieved laugh escaped my lips. My heart was still thumping out of my chest, and I could feel the hairs standing on the back of my neck.

He took the balaclava off. “I thought you were expecting me,” he grinned. “You left the window unlatched.”

I smiled embarrassingly. “Well, you know,” I said looking at the clock, “it’s 3 am, and I didn’t know if you were really going to come.”

“Oh, I’m gunna cum alright,” he replied jokingly raising his eyebrows up and down rapidly. We grinned at each other playfully. I wondered who going to make the first move when he looked me up and down, “I like how you wear your pjs.”

I glanced down. I was wearing a black lace camisole set and in my panicked rush to get out of bed I must have twisted it around. I had been standing there the whole time with one breast fully exposed. It appeared that I had inadvertently made the first move.

“You like my breast?” I asked mischievously, seizing my opportunity. I started to caress it, gently squeezing my nipple.

“Hell yeah, big and bouncy; just the way I like them.”

“They’re tasty too,” I said as I cupped my breast and raised it to my lips, running my tongue over my nipple. He undid his pants and sat back against the headboard, watching. I stared, eyes transfixed on his groin, wanting impatiently to see his cock. He reached down and pulled it from his pants. I unwittingly let out a sigh as I ran my eyes greedily over it. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. Eight inches long and thick, the head was plump and juicy. I could see the light silhouette of veins spreading across its shaft like the branch of a tree. My clit tingled with excitement; I couldn’t wait to have my pussy wrapped around it.

His eyes were locked on me. “Take your clothes off so I can see you properly.” I had forgotten how sexy his voice was. I slowly lowered the straps from my shoulders and pulled the top down over my chest. As I did, I felt my other breast spring free and gently bounce back into place. I slowly shimmied the camisole down, swaying my hips from side to side. Bending over, I let my tits swing in the air like pendulums as I pulled the top down over my lower body and stepped my feet out from under it. Raising myself back up, I turned around and stood with my legs parted, showing him my round ass. Slowly I drew my underwear over my ass as I bent over and worked them down my legs. Lowering deeper, I could feel my pussy lips parting and my clit protruding out. I held the position ensuring he got a good view of my smooth pink pussy, before straightening my back and turning around. He was masturbating his cock and his eyes had become glazed over in desire.

“You’re fucking hot,” he said. I grinned naughtily, repeating his instructions from earlier in the day, “I have a plan that is precise and practised. Every man has his job. It works well. No one has ever been hurt and I want to keep it that way. But it is essential that you follow directives. That you do as you are told.” I advanced toward him, provocatively swinging my hips. He laughed and said “I’m totally at your mercy.”

“I want you to lie down properly,” I stood watching him reposition himself on my bed. My eyes stayed glued on his cock, I bit my lip in anticipation of its taste. Later, I thought. First it’s my turn.

I mounted the bed and stood astride his hips. Looking at him squarely in the eye, I placed my hand on the wall above his head, and then bent down toward him. I could feel my tits brush against his face, and then settle on his chest as I murmured in his ear “Do you want to taste my cunt?”

He groaned his approval. I stepped forward so that my feet were on either side of his head. He stared up at my pussy as it hovered above him invitingly. I bent my knees and crouched down, whispering “Let me get nice and wet for you first.”

I started to rub my finger along my fat pussy lips, back and forth, feeling its warmth. My fingers swirled my glistening juice all over the smooth surface of my wet cunt. I spread my lips wider while continuing to stroke. I could feel my clit becoming engorged. The rosebud becoming plumper and sweeter; I traced my finger around it, toying with it. Then pressing my finger firmly on it, I started to rub it, slowly at first then faster. My pussy was gleaming, as my wetness grew and spread. I could feel his shallow breath below me gently caressing my upper thigh, which sent shivers through me. I groaned in pleasure as I slapped my pussy repeatedly, and inserted my finger teasingly into my cunt. I withdrew it then offered it to him. He ran his tongue along it, before taking it in his mouth and licking it clean.

“Now eat me.” I said lowering my cunt into his face.

He licked my pussy in long even strokes, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. I groaned and felt my juices trickle down my inner thigh. He wrapped his lips over my clit and flattened his tongue against it. He lapped at my clit with his tongue as I wildly rotated my hips. My pussy was on fire, I had never been eaten out so fucking good. I thought I was going to explode. Then releasing my clit he lowered his tongue, tracing it down between my lips and inserted it into my cunt. I screamed in exhilaration. I could feel his tongue twist as he shoved it inside me. He pressed his thumb against my clit as he continued to tongue fuck me. I bobbed my ass up and down, my tits bouncing. I felt his other hand slide down my crack, and linger on my asshole. He slowly inserted a finger into my ass. I cried out, slamming my fist against the wall as he worked each hole faster. His tongue darted in and out to the same rhythm of his finger in my ass, while his thumb tapped my clit rapidly. He worked my body into a frenzy and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I relinquished control as my whole body spasmed violently; the broken levee sending shockwaves through my entire body. I was bathed in sweat; my breasts swelling heavily as I sucked in oxygen.

I felt his hands on my hips “You ok?” he asked, taking one last lick of my pussy.

“Mmm hmm” I was unable to speak. Raising myself up, I felt my cum seep out around me. I teetered off the bed, ungraciously; feeling delirious. I looked at his face, he was saturated.

“Sorry,” I panted, as I embarrassingly tried to clean it off.

“Don’t be, you’re fucking delicious.” He wiped his face and licked his finger, grinning devilishly.

I stumbled into the bathroom, still trying to regain control of my body. Taking a towel I wiped myself down. “I’ll just be a minute,” I called out.

I walked down the hall and into the kitchen and grabbed my gear. He was still reclined on the bed, massaging his cock when I walked back in.

“What are they for?” he asked, looking at the tray.

“You’ll find out soon,” I replied teasingly.

I grabbed his free hand and stood him up beside the bed. I started slowly undressing him. His body was exquisite; toned and tanned, with a smattering of dark chest hair. He had a large tattoo of a samurai on his back. I traced its outline with my finger nail, before turning him around and grazing my fingers over his nipples. His body shuddered. I rubbed my hands over his torso, working them down slowly. I leant into him, pressing my breasts against his chest as I kissed him. I could taste my cum on his mouth. Lowering my lips I kissed his neck, and then ran my tongue down his chest. I teased one nipple with my tongue, while gently tracing my finger around the other one. He moaned in appreciation, and I felt his cock jerk against me. Sliding my hands down his ass, I gently dug my fingers into his cheeks as I softly kissed my way down to his groin. I knelt down, then looking up at him I started to kiss the head of his cock. I took the tip in my mouth and ran my tongue all over it. Releasing his cock, I held his shaft and slowly stroked it, while I started licking his balls. I took each one into my mouth and sucked on it gently. Then I ran my tongue back and forth over them, before slowly licking my way back up his shaft like an ice-cream.

I leant over and grabbed some ice from the tray I had brought form the kitchen. I took three cubes and placed them in my mouth. Then I wrapped my lips over his cock and started to slide my mouth up and down. He let out a groan, as I worked on his cock, flicking the ice cubes all around. I curled my tongue under his hood and flicked gently, before taking him deep. I could feel my tits swinging as I bobbed my head back and forth. His cock was perfect; I was in heaven as I sucked on it. The ice melted on his hot cock. I opened my mouth slightly, gradually letting the water flow down over his shaft and balls.

“Fuck I love your cock,” I said, looking at him smiling.

I masturbated him, as I took some warm water from the tray and placed it in my mouth. He looked at me inquisitively. I pressed my puckered lips on the head of his cock, and then carefully slid my mouth down his shaft, making sure I didn’t spill any water.

“Fuck,” he moaned, as I worked the warm water all over him, swirling it in my mouth, gently lapping it back and forth.

I sucked my cheeks in quick succession, sending little waves splashing against his cock. My pussy was getting moist as I gorged on his cock. I took him as deep as I could and kneaded his balls gently. Slowly I released his cock and spat the warm water out into a bowl. Then reaching down for the last time, I took some cold water into my mouth. His eyes sparkled and his penis twitched in anticipation as I consumed his cock once again. His body reactively jerked as he felt the cool water swimming in my mouth. I cupped his balls as I thrust my mouth back and forth over his cock, sucking and licking. I took him deep and hummed; the vibration making the water dance rhythmically around his hard cock. I felt his balls restrict as he erupted in my mouth, his cum mingling with the water. I sucked him dry, wanting to taste each drop of cum. I swallowed, and then slowly worked my mouth off his cock. I looked up at him grinning.

“Mmmm”, I said as I wiped the side of my lips.

He collapsed back onto the end of bed in a heap, sighing. “That was incredible.”

I stood between his knees and looked down at him as I toyed with my wet pussy. He stared at me, captivated. I started to toy with my breasts. Then leaning over his body, I bent down and kissed him hard, our tongues playing together in his mouth. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples gently. I moaned into his mouth. I slowly pulled back from him, my breasts skimming down his chest, before standing once again before his cock. I could see he was hardening. I bent down and started to massage his cock with my tits, rolling them over his whole groin. I toyed with his pubic hair and ran my fingers over his inner thigh. Then I cupped my breasts around his cock and titty fucked him. I pinched my nipples as I worked my tits up and down his shaft. His cock was hard and his plump head bobbed between my breasts.

Groaning, he bent down grabbing my arms and pulled me up to him, kissing me intensely. He gripped my waist, then lifting me up, he tossed me onto the bed beside him and turned me over onto my knees. “That pussy of yours needs a good fuck.” He slapped my ass hard, and I shrieked. Laughing, he took his big juicy cock and shoved it hard into my cunt. I gasped as he plunged it into my tight pussy. I placed a finger on my clit and began rubbing it hard. He held onto my hips firmly and I pushed them hard against him, providing resistance for each forceful plunge. My tits were swaying fast as he savagely fucked me. I felt his balls slap into my pussy, roughly brushing against my clit each time. Each thrust was punctuated by moans as we both got closer to climaxing. I could feel the welcome tremors building in my clit as I ground my hips. His intensity increased as the thrusts came harder and faster. We were both cumming at the same time. I started to quiver as I felt his cum surge deep inside me. The warmth sent me into convulsions as I kept cumming. I screamed in ecstasy; my whole body was shaking so uncontrollably I thought it would never stop. He held me firmly until I eventually petered out. Rubbing my back, he slowly withdrew and I collapsed down onto the mattress exhausted. I felt his cock bounce against me as he lay down beside me panting. He looked at me

“Man.”

I smiled coyly, a bit embarrassed by my display. He leaned over and kissed me.

“You’re fantastic Billie.”

“Mmm … Thank you, you too...” I said dreamily, basking in the afterglow. “Wait, how do you know my name?” I asked, rising up onto my elbows.

“Your licence … remember?” he replied, stroking my hair tenderly.

“Oh yeah, right,” I said, feeling foolish. I cleared my throat, “And you are …?” I asked with as much propriety as I could muster given the situation; desperately trying to maintain some dignity.

He laughed warmly. “My name’s Paul.” I extended my hand and offered it to him.

“Nice to meet you Paul,” I said mischievously.

His beautiful dark eyes sparkled, as he took my hand and kissed it.

“My pleasure,” he said smirking. He pinched my ass playfully as he got up from the bed and started getting dressed.

“Why the hurry, you got other houses to burgle?” I asked teasingly as I watched him.

He smiled, “Nah,I'vegot to get ready for work.”

Confused, I sat up on the bed “But I thought you were a bank robber?”

“That’s a side project,” he said as he turned and winked at me. “I’m a school counsellor.”

He bent down and kissed me as I sat there flabbergasted. He grinned and slipped out the window into the dawn light. “What the fuck?” the question hung in the air as I burst out laughing. “See you tonight,” I heard him call out as I watched him jog down the driveway …