Bank appointment 1st part
The meeting is at eleven o'clock. Of course I'm late, as always! I quickly put on a blouse, my little black all-purpose skirt, my pumps and off we go. No time to do my hair: I quickly tie my long blonde hair into a thick ponytail, a little mascara and I run to my bank.
I have been waiting for this meeting for a long time. I hope to finally find a solution to my money worries. I enter the agency a little out of breath. The secretary directs me to the office of Mr. L., the advisor my friend recommended to me. I hit. A warm voice invites me in.
Mr. L. studied my file carefully. He has solutions to offer me. When he tells me this, he gives me an insistent, self-confident look, which oddly enough instantly disturbs me.
— I am missing some details to finalize your file. You live alone ?
— Yes, divorced with c***dren.
I almost sighed my response. Trouble grows inside me as the counselor does nothing more than stare at me and ask me mundane questions. He must sense something because suddenly he gets up, walks around his desk and comes to stand in front of me, an irresistible smile on the corner of his lips. I lower my head. I'm hot, my heart is racing... How the hell can just one look put me in such a state? He sits on his desk, leans towards me and gently lifts my face towards him.
- How are you ? You look troubled.
— It’s that… I…
Impossible to line up three words. Mr. L. no longer speaks. He caresses my cheek with surprising gentleness. I mentally follow the caress of his hand, eyes closed. I already know he can do whatever he wants with me. And he understood it.
— Do you trust me?
— Yes, completely...
My eyes are still closed, I'm sitting in this office with a man in front of me that I didn't know ten minutes ago and yet I already know that I'm going to experience something very unusual. I feel the silk of a blindfold rest on my eyes. He ties it delicately on my ponytail and resumes his caresses. The cheek, the neck, the shoulders... He now runs his hand over my breasts, the tips of which are already tense with excitement. As usual, I didn't wear a bra. He grasps a nipple between his fingers through the thin fabric of the blouse. His hands are a torture of pleasure. He goes down my back, helps me get up and continues the torture, barely touching the most sensitive areas. I sigh, moan, finally reach out to him.
He comes to stand behind me, pressing his erect penis against my buttocks through his pants. His hands continue to roam over me, grab my breasts, go down and grab my wrists and direct my hands to my back, to his penis which I feel through the fabric. Again I feel the softness of silk, this time on my wrists. That's it, my hands are tied behind my back: I feel the excitement building more than ever.
He comes back in front of me, he smells good, his breath brushes my face. I feel the buttons on my blouse give way one by one and his warm hands cup my breasts, titillating the hardened nipples. Very quickly his mouth begins, he nibbles, sucks, sucks... what an expert! I feel myself transforming little by little: desire is making me lose my mind. I want him to possess me, right now, almost savagely. He feels everything, he understands quickly, so everything accelerates.
Without a word, he turns me around, places my bust on his desk, gently but firmly. One hand holds my neck, the other quickly lifts my skirt and pulls down my thong. Immediately, his hot tongue loosens on my soaked sex, then his fingers come in for reinforcement, leading me into a pleasure that becomes more intense every second. I squirt for the first time, in a few moments. It's like an explosion.
He stands back, as if to contemplate this body offered on his desk. Finally, I feel his warm sex against mine, just a caress, once, twice, he walks over my clitoris. Then nothing. He pulled away again, leaving me panting, drenched in desire.
- Take me ! Please…
The words came out on their own, in a breath, like a prayer. I am there, blindfolded, hands still tied behind my back, my chest pressed against the wood of the desk. Suddenly, I feel him getting closer: he places a hand on my neck again and penetrates me with a single thrust, deep, gentle, slow. I let out a cry of pleasure: he is inside me, doesn't move for a few seconds, then begins long thrusts. It’s delicious, powerful. He moans too and speeds up his movements. I squirt a second time, holding back from screaming.
— That’s good, my dear! Come here now, take turns...
His voice is hoarse, warm. He straightens me and puts me back in my chair. Each in turn... He grabs my ponytail and directs my face towards his tense sex. I feel it enter my mouth, I like it, it's soft. I eagerly suck this unknown penis that I cannot see and I experience a certain pleasure there. He always holds my head and directs the movements. Fast, slow, fast, slow: he’s the boss. Suddenly he withdraws and lets out a deeper moan. He cums on my face and I love it. I would never have thought myself capable of it and yet I would like it to start again, to last, I would like this man to teach me other things! But he becomes delicate again, wipes my face, dresses me but does not remove the blindfolds, then he whispers in my ear:
— Is that enough or shall we continue?...
[to be continued]
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I have been waiting for this meeting for a long time. I hope to finally find a solution to my money worries. I enter the agency a little out of breath. The secretary directs me to the office of Mr. L., the advisor my friend recommended to me. I hit. A warm voice invites me in.
Mr. L. studied my file carefully. He has solutions to offer me. When he tells me this, he gives me an insistent, self-confident look, which oddly enough instantly disturbs me.
— I am missing some details to finalize your file. You live alone ?
— Yes, divorced with c***dren.
I almost sighed my response. Trouble grows inside me as the counselor does nothing more than stare at me and ask me mundane questions. He must sense something because suddenly he gets up, walks around his desk and comes to stand in front of me, an irresistible smile on the corner of his lips. I lower my head. I'm hot, my heart is racing... How the hell can just one look put me in such a state? He sits on his desk, leans towards me and gently lifts my face towards him.
- How are you ? You look troubled.
— It’s that… I…
Impossible to line up three words. Mr. L. no longer speaks. He caresses my cheek with surprising gentleness. I mentally follow the caress of his hand, eyes closed. I already know he can do whatever he wants with me. And he understood it.
— Do you trust me?
— Yes, completely...
My eyes are still closed, I'm sitting in this office with a man in front of me that I didn't know ten minutes ago and yet I already know that I'm going to experience something very unusual. I feel the silk of a blindfold rest on my eyes. He ties it delicately on my ponytail and resumes his caresses. The cheek, the neck, the shoulders... He now runs his hand over my breasts, the tips of which are already tense with excitement. As usual, I didn't wear a bra. He grasps a nipple between his fingers through the thin fabric of the blouse. His hands are a torture of pleasure. He goes down my back, helps me get up and continues the torture, barely touching the most sensitive areas. I sigh, moan, finally reach out to him.
He comes to stand behind me, pressing his erect penis against my buttocks through his pants. His hands continue to roam over me, grab my breasts, go down and grab my wrists and direct my hands to my back, to his penis which I feel through the fabric. Again I feel the softness of silk, this time on my wrists. That's it, my hands are tied behind my back: I feel the excitement building more than ever.
He comes back in front of me, he smells good, his breath brushes my face. I feel the buttons on my blouse give way one by one and his warm hands cup my breasts, titillating the hardened nipples. Very quickly his mouth begins, he nibbles, sucks, sucks... what an expert! I feel myself transforming little by little: desire is making me lose my mind. I want him to possess me, right now, almost savagely. He feels everything, he understands quickly, so everything accelerates.
Without a word, he turns me around, places my bust on his desk, gently but firmly. One hand holds my neck, the other quickly lifts my skirt and pulls down my thong. Immediately, his hot tongue loosens on my soaked sex, then his fingers come in for reinforcement, leading me into a pleasure that becomes more intense every second. I squirt for the first time, in a few moments. It's like an explosion.
He stands back, as if to contemplate this body offered on his desk. Finally, I feel his warm sex against mine, just a caress, once, twice, he walks over my clitoris. Then nothing. He pulled away again, leaving me panting, drenched in desire.
- Take me ! Please…
The words came out on their own, in a breath, like a prayer. I am there, blindfolded, hands still tied behind my back, my chest pressed against the wood of the desk. Suddenly, I feel him getting closer: he places a hand on my neck again and penetrates me with a single thrust, deep, gentle, slow. I let out a cry of pleasure: he is inside me, doesn't move for a few seconds, then begins long thrusts. It’s delicious, powerful. He moans too and speeds up his movements. I squirt a second time, holding back from screaming.
— That’s good, my dear! Come here now, take turns...
His voice is hoarse, warm. He straightens me and puts me back in my chair. Each in turn... He grabs my ponytail and directs my face towards his tense sex. I feel it enter my mouth, I like it, it's soft. I eagerly suck this unknown penis that I cannot see and I experience a certain pleasure there. He always holds my head and directs the movements. Fast, slow, fast, slow: he’s the boss. Suddenly he withdraws and lets out a deeper moan. He cums on my face and I love it. I would never have thought myself capable of it and yet I would like it to start again, to last, I would like this man to teach me other things! But he becomes delicate again, wipes my face, dresses me but does not remove the blindfolds, then he whispers in my ear:
— Is that enough or shall we continue?...
[to be continued]
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