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The Bank Officer

I graduated and first joined the workforce 7 years ago. As I had only finished high school, I was glad to be able to work in one of the largest banks in Hongkong.

When I first joined, I was understandably given the lowly position of a teller. I worked hard, gained the attention of my superiors and after just two years, I got promoted to bank officer. What’s more, I was posted out to one of the branches far away from the head office. At the small branches, I could be considered the boss, with several tellers working under me. The only person above me was the bitchy bank manager who was both fat and ugly.

Actually, it was not really the first time I found myself in the office environment. When I was studying, I worked part-time in offices during my vacation too. That was when I developed a fetish for office ladies. But as a student and an office boy, none of the smart and confident office ladies gave me a second look. Now, as a boss to a few office ladies, I finally had the chance to turn on my charm and see what came out of it.

There were half a dozen ladies working at my office. They all work beige blouses and tight blue skirts. That was their sexy uniform. Their figures were quite okay, but their faces were all rather plain except for Sandra, a newcomer. I heard from gossips that she quit to start a small business, failed and then came back to be a teller. Sandra was 26, single, but attached. I had actually had my eyes on her for a very long time. It’s just that I had no opportunity to strike. My hunger grew worse during sports day when all the staff at our bank would gather for games. Sandra was a very good tennis player. Sadly, she always wore very conservative shorts under her tennis skirt. I could only imagine what was underneath. Still, her legs turned me on. They really turned me on and got me fantasizing at work.

Then one day, I caught Sandra red handed, using the photocopying machine to copy an entire book. I took out my digital camcorder and recorded the whole process.

“So that’s what happened to all the papers.” I said after I had gathered enough evidence.

“I’m sorry, Paul. I’ll replace the paper I used.” Sandra said, trembling.

“I have everything inside this camera.” I said. “Guess what will happen if I show this around.”

“Please, Paul. Don’t report me.” She begged me.

“But I don’t feel like giving you the disk now. You may try following me back to my apartment. I may feel like it then.”

Reluctantly, Sandra followed me back to my apartment. It was a messy place after my parents got divorced and Mother migrated to Canada. My father remarried a girl from China moved over there for his retirement, leaving me all by myself in this hellhole.

“Take a seat.” I said.

Sandra sat on the sofa and crossed her legs cautiously. The blue skirt which the girls at the bank wore was rather short, so sitting directly opposite Sandra, I could see her white, creamy thighs very clearly. From a gap in her skirt, I could see that it was double-layered to prevent VPL. The decency of her garments and the prospect of seeing more than my eyes deserved sent my pulse racing.

“Let’s play a little game.” I said.

“What game?”

“You’re a sports woman and you’re very good at tennis. I’m sure you’ll represent our bank at the next games. Let’s do some training tonight. First, we’ll do some sit ups. Do you know how to do them?”

Sandra nodded.

“Lie down on the floor and raise your knees. Come on. I don’t have all day.”

Sandra sat down on the floor and laid back. Legs together, she began to bend her knees and raised them. I peered underneath. Though her legs were together, I could see her butt and her pink panties.

She started doing those sit ups. All the while, my eyes were focused on the floor where her butt was resting.

“Now for some push ups.” I said. Sandra flipped over and got on her knees. From that position, her butt was sticking up but her tight blue skirt was long enough to cover most of her butt.

As she started pumping, her skirt began to slip up her thighs. Still, the hem was stuck beneath the protrusion of her butt. While she was totally engrossed in the push ups, I decided to lift her skirt up. I didn’t know if she noticed it, but I had lifted her skirt over her butt and was almost reaching her waist.

Sandra wore a very tight and high cut piece of pink panties. The material clung to her buttocks like a second skin – a thin, tightly stretched piece of pink skin. Her butt was very fair, low fat and had few pimples or rough spots.

I could hardly catch my breath by then. She was the one exercising, but I was the one panting heavily. I reached behind her skirt to unbuckle and then unzipped it. Sandra noticed what I was doing and stopped her pumping. She turned around and tried to pull her skirt back up. But by then, she was already exhausted and couldn’t put up a good struggle. I tugged her skirt off and flung it to one corner of the apartment. Sandra looked ridiculously obscene with her beige blouse and exposed thighs.

I reached out for her blouse and tore it apart. The buttons came off like popcorn. I had a good look at her pink bra. The cups were A size. I love small breasts and wasted no time in unhooking her bra and squeezing her tits. Sandra’s breasts may be small, but they were very spongy and nice to squeeze. Her dark nipples were very large and sensitive. She winced when I fondled them. By then, she was not struggling anymore. Maybe she was exhausted. Maybe she was enjoying the nipple squeeze. I didn’t know. I just picked her up and looked into the mirror in my bedroom. There she was, Sandra Ng, bank teller, proud office lady in her smart uniform at the bank, but now, in my apartment, breasts exposed and pubis protected by a thin film of pink panties being carried to my bed like a baby.

The side view of her buttocks and panties in the mirror was so stimulating. My erection rose and hit against her hip. I dumped her on the bed and decided to play with her semi-nude body before I had a feast on her pussy.

I grabbed a bottle of baby lotion from the bathroom and began to rub it all over her body. Shiny with baby lotion and stiff after a heavy workout, her athletic body looked even more erotic. I ran my hands over her breasts. I caressed her nipples and she began to moan. I became convinced that she was enjoying it.

I poured some lotion on her flat tummy and worked my way up again. I encircled her breasts, fiddled with her nipples and once again, she moaned. This time, it was louder than the last time. I squeezed some lotion on her legs and worked my way up her thighs. As I approached her inner thighs, she rotated her hips. I rubbed more and more lotion till her panties were soaked. The material became totally transparent and as I peered into her crotch, I saw her black pubic hair and her dark brown vaginal lips showing through her moist panties.

I pushed my hands behind her buttocks, caressing. I love low fat, high muscle buttocks. I love to squeeze and stroke them. Sandra’s buttocks were simply a joy to squeeze. The more I rubbed her inner lubricated thighs, the more she rotated her hips. It was time. I reached for the super thin waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. The last piece of garment on Sandra’s body slid off like unwanted skin.

I could finally feel Sandra’s prickly pubic hair against my hand. She had obviously shaven them. As I pushed her thighs apart, she voluntarily spread them. Sandra’s vaginal lips were brown and thick. They didn’t look any different from those of any hooker that I had picked up. I tested the opening with my finger and it was still dry as leather. Deciding not to let her suffer, I rubbed some lotion on the orifice before I took the plunge.

It was quite an easy entry after rubbing on the lubricant. She was definitely no virgin. Her vaginal walls just pushed away as I made my entry.

“Made out with your boyfriend before?” I asked her.

She just nodded as I thrust deeper inside her.

“Who’s better?”

“You.” She cried, panting.

I rammed hard inside her. Sandra cried out in ecstasy. She probably wasn’t lying about me being the better lover. I stirred and stirred inside her. She grimaced and nearly screamed as she came again and again. Maybe because of poor timing, I thrust a bit too violently and came a bit earlier than expected.

Sandra was not satisfied. She wanted more, but my cock had already gone limp by then. I went into the kitchen to get a cucumber, a carrot and a banana.

“Are you sure it’s safe? I don’t want to get an infection in my vagina.” She said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll use protection.”

Wrapping a condom around the cucumber, I tried it first. By then, he pussy was totally moist and pliant. I thrust the cucumber deeper and deeper inside till she began to cry out in ecstasy. By the time I got to the carrot, I could see her pussy foaming. Juices were pouring out and wetting my bed. By that time, I was ready for another go. I flipped her over and she seemed to know exactly what I had in mind. She got up on her knees and spread wide. From behind, the elevated view of her ass and her pussy looked even lovelier. Standing behind her, I took careful aim and entered her again. Sandra was an insatiable nymphomaniac. She certainly didn’t look it judging from her business-like look in her smart beige and blue uniform.

As I came, I grabbed her dangling breasts from below and fell on top of her. Sandra admitted to me that she wasn’t really afraid of me reporting to the boss. She had guessed what I was up to and followed me to my apartment to check me out. Our affair went on for nearly a year. Sandra dumped her boyfriend and found another one to replace me. I too found a young, gorgeous babe for myself, but that would be another story.

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