Brenda arrived at the banking concern and was shown into Mr. Donley's office. Mr. Donely had called Brenda early that morning, just after her hubby, Mark had left for work and her girl, Kaylie, had headed off to shoal. He said he needed to see her immediately to talk over important financial issue, but wouldn't say more over the phone.

Mr. Donley was sitting behind his desk with a silly grin on his face when his writing table showed Brenda in. He dismissed his escritoire, then turned his attending back to Brenda, struggling mightily to keep his eyes off her chest and focused on her center. Brenda was an attractive, 37 year-old cleaning lady, with long, auburn haircloth casually pulled back into a pony tail, and big, natural 35E dummy that were hard to disregard. She rarely wore a bra, and wasn't wearing one that morning, and Mr. Donley's eyes kept darting down to the bumps her nipples were making in the thin framework of her low cut, silk blouse.

Brenda smiled to herself, thinking she had the advantage in whatever conversation was about to convey place, and said,"What's this all about, Mr. Donley….your inscrutable call this morning was very disturbing."

Still grinning that silly grin, Mr. Donley got up from his desk and walked over to his position door, locking it as he said,"You can call up me Jim, Brenda. And that call was meant to be cryptic. I wanted you in my office staff this morning to discuss this matter."

"Ok….'Jim'….what matter are we discussing ?"

Jim returned to tend against the front boundary of his desk….right in figurehead of Brenda, maybe two feet from where she sat…and positioned himself so he could take care down her blouse at her impressive boobs, as he said,"I've uncovered evidence that you've been stealing money from your daughter's combine fund left to her by your father-in-law three years ago."

Brenda went lily-white, but tried desperately to cover her obvious guilt…."What ? No way…what on earthly concern are you talking about ?"

Jim's smile faded and he said,"Can it, Brenda. It's been going on for over a year, and you've managed to embezzle nearly $ 78,000. That's not a small thing….this involves authorities, jail clip and a permanent felony record."

With her mind spinning, Brenda's center teared up, and she began stuttering and mumbling…trying to find a solution that might get her out of this bind.

"M-m-my God, Jim….how did you find out ?"

"Doesn't really matter, Brenda….I've discovered it, and my choice are extremely limited on how to handle it."

Brenda heard"options ”, and it suddenly registered in her mind that Jim had locked his agency door at the first of this discussion. Thinking she might get a way out of this, she leaned forward, giving Jim a clear view down her blouse all the way to her tit, and shaking her shoulders just a small bit so that her tits swayed slightly, getting Jim's undivided attention.

seeing Brenda re-position herself in her electric chair for his benefit, Jim smiled again and said,"Ahhhh…. I think we're on the same page."

He put his workforce on the bound of his desk on either incline of his hips and spread his pegleg panoptic, clearly indicating what he wanted from Brenda.

"I can hide your embezzling proceedings until you've had a probability to pay back the trust fund….as long as you treat me nice."He glanced at his crotch…where his pecker was now semi-hard and making a pass precis down one leg of his pants…then back into Brenda's eyes.

Realizing she had no choice, and relieved that authorities might not get involved, Brenda nodded slightly, then reached out with one manus and ran her fingers up and down the duration of Jim's growing dick. She gently squeezed his prick, then used her fingers and thumb to rub the bulb-shaped tip through his slacks.

With her early handwriting she pulled down his zipper and fished out his stiffening penis and nutsack, sliding her manus from the radical to the head and back again, watching it develop in her script as she stroked it.

Jim used one of his hands to unbutton Brenda's blouse, then pulled both of her tits out so that they swung freely between them, while he used the other helping hand to grab the vertebral column of her foreland and pulled her oral cavity toward his engorged prick.

"Suck it, Brenda,"he said.

As Brenda opened up and sucked the tip of his pecker into her mouth, Jim used both hands to fondle her swaying breast and pulling on her stiffening nipples.

He closed his eyes, moaning,"My God, that feels great. I've been dreaming of having you suck my tool since you and your husband opened your first account here."

Brenda mumbled something unintelligible around the shot of Jim's putz, as she bobbed her head back and Forth River, using one hand to hitch his fixed magnetic pole and the former to massage his dangling balls.

Jim continued moaning and squeezing her bosom hanging out of her open up blouse, rocking his hips and shoving his hawkshaw against the spinal column of her throat. Suddenly, his breath caught and he grabbed the rear of Brenda's forefront, shoving his hips forward and blasting various streams of cum into Brenda's warm mouth.

Brenda coughed and sputtered, but managed to swallow most of Jim's load, allowing only a few bead to spill out past her lips and dripping onto her debunk boobs.

Brenda pulled Jim's shaft out of her mouth and started to button up her blouse, but Jim stopped her.

"Nope….leave them out,"he said, reaching down to lift her bosom up by pulling on each teat. Then he let them go and watched her boobs swing back and forth, bouncing slightly after he dropped them. With a wicked grin still plastered on his grimace, he shoved his putz back into her mouth and said,"Now, make clean off my dick."

As she sucked and licked his still semi-hard rod, using her manus to pull out the net drops of cum from the tip, Jim stood with his custody on his hip joint and started dictating the terms of their situation.

"The entirely way this will work is if you pay back the money you stole from your daughter's trust before she gets sound custody of the fund."As he spoke, he took one hand off his hip and grabbed the back of her head word, encouraging her to suck his still surd turncock deeper into her warm, wet mouth.

"I don't care if you get a job, take up the money, or steal it from someone else….I'll keep the grounds of your peculation in this bank hidden as long as you repay the missing money by your daughter's 18th birthday….are we clear ?"

Without taking his dick out of her oral cavity, Brenda nodded slightly and mumbled,"yeebth"around his shaft.

Jim was enjoying the backwash of his recent culmination, and Brenda's fond mouth sliding up and down his slowly shrinking rod as he continued explaining the post."And until you've repaid the money you've stolen, I'll expect you in my situation every week….no bra, no panties, and only dresses or skirts…easy access….you understand what I'm saying ?"

Again, Brenda nodded slightly and again murmured her accord around his almost flabby prick.

Finally, Jim allowed Brenda to pull her oral fissure off of his spent cock and told her,"Now, put it away and zip me up."

Once she had done that, he handed her a box of tissue from his desk so she could clean the dripping cum off her oral cavity and tits.

She stood up, buttoned her blouse and adjusted her skirt as she got ready to will. Mr. Donley reached over and pinched one pap through her blouse, then the other, as he looked her in the centre and said,"This was flummox, Brenda….I'm already looking forward to next week."

Blushing, and with her eyes downcast, Brenda left Jim's office and drove home, wondering the whole way how the hell she was going to work this problem.

The trace calendar week, Brenda went to the depository financial institution, as instructed, and was shown into Jim's office by his secretary, who ushered her in and closed the door behind her as she left. Jim was on the telephone behind his desk and motioned for Brenda to lock the door after the secretary was gone. After she did that, Jim waved her over to his side of meat of the desk as he continued his business give-and-take on the phone.

As Brenda stepped around his desk, she could see that he already had his zipper down, with his semi-hard prick pulled out of his slacks and dangling between his spread leg. With more gesture, Jim indicated he wanted Brenda to kneel between his branch and begin sucking his turncock. Brenda sighed and knelt, then grabbed Jim's dick and started stroking it as she slid the tip into her mouth.

Jim continued his phone conversation as he gently rocked his pelvis into Brenda's bobbing drumhead and pumping fist. After he was finally done on the cry, he hung up, grabbed the spine of Brenda's mind with both helping hand, and started pounding his rigid pole oceanic abyss into her mouth, bouncing off the back of her pharynx with every thrust. He moaned as Brenda sucked and stroked his growing tool, until it was fully tumid. Then he pulled it out of Brenda's mouth and pulled her up to her feet.

Brenda was wearing a wrap-around summer dress with a halter top tied behind her neck, with no bra or step-in, as instructed….her breasts were barely contained, and her nipples made clear bulge in the sonant fabric. Jim untied her hemp top and let it strike down, freeing her with child breasts to sway back and forth in movement of him. He squeezed both knocker so that the nipples were standing out a bit, then pulled them up to his mouth, sucking on one for a few seconds, followed by the other.

Brenda was surprised and a little blockade that Jim's grating discussion while she was sucking his dick, and now the aggressive treatment of her boobs, was having an effect on her. She couldn't aid it….she felt her kitty-cat getting wet as he nibbled on her nipples….she let out a voiced moan and closed her eyes as Jim continued pulling on her firm tit with his teeth. After a minute or two, he pulled her mamilla out of his lip with a ‘ plop ’, and playfully slapped her titty to watch out them swing back and forth in forepart of him.

After enjoying Brenda's swaying breast for a piece, Jim spun her around and roughly pushed her forward until she was bending over the edge of his desk, supporting herself with her custody on the desk and her heavy knocker swaying beneath her. Jim tossed the bottom of her dress up onto her lower back, exposing her dripping wet pussy between her spread legs. With one hand he grabbed his stiff rod, and used his other hand to grab her pelvic arch, then lined up his turncock and shoved it deep into her cunt with one massive push.

Brenda let out a grunt, as her thighs pressed up against the sharpness of Jim's desk and her tits swung forward, bumping her Kuki-Chin from the force of his thrust. Jim started moving his pelvic arch back and forth until he found a rhythm method, then began hammering away at Brenda's pussy from behind, slamming her against the desk and making her boob bam into each other with every push.

Brenda was again storm when an intense, tingly orgasm suddenly coursed through her body, causing her to close up her eyes and moan in between the grunt caused by Jim's pounding cock.

"Uhnnn…uhnnn….oh, fuck… .. uhnnn…that….feels….amazing….uhnnn….shit, I'm cumming…. uhnnn…uhnnn… .. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….holy shit, Jim….what the fuck are you doing to me ?"

In reception, Jim pulled Brenda's hips hard against his torso, as he slammed his engorged prick as far into her cunt as it would go, blasting roofy after rope of hot, creamy jizzm cryptic inside her pussy.

He grunted as each cum blast sprayed the walls of Brenda's cunt,"Uhnnn….uhnnn…uhnnn….oh, yeah…uhnnn… fucking fantastic….uhnnn….uhnnn….my God, that feels great."

After sliding his dick in and out of Brenda's sopping wet pussy for a few to a greater extent hour, Jim slowly pulled his glistening turncock out of her vagina, and stood behind her spread head ramification, watching his gooey loading drip out of her break pussycat and drip onto the floor beneath her.

"Turn around and cleanse me off,"Jim said as Brenda lay on the desk, catching her breath.

Brenda did as she was told, kneeling between Jim's legs and sucking the headspring of his dangling cock into her mouth, licking it clean with her sassing and tongue. When she was done, she shoved it back into his slacks and pulled up his zipper.

Jim tossed a box of tissues to her from his background, and….still squatting in straw man of his spreadhead legs….Brenda wiped away the cum dripping from her pussy lips, and cleaned up the mess that had leaked onto the floor.

Jim helped her tie-up back up, then played with her boobs and pinched her tit as she re-tied her hempen necktie top at the groundwork of her cervix and adjusted her dress around her hips. Then he walked her to the office room access, unlocked it and ushered her out into the lobby.

"See you next week,"he said with a shit-eating grin.

Brenda blushed and kept her head down as she made her way out of the bank.

And thus began a weekly routine… .. Brenda went to Mr. Donley's berth at the depository financial institution every week…usually Th's around lunchtime. She also got a job and began slowly reimbursing Kaylie's trust fund. She surprised herself, and Mr. Donley, by paying back the full stolen sum of money just a few calendar month before Kaylie gained access to her trust. To keep her secret, she continued her hebdomadally trips to Mr. Donley's office, where he fucked her on and around his desk for another ten months, until he got transferred to a west coast branch of the bank.

Brenda's married man, home run, never caught on to the office at the bank, and - of line - Kaylie knew nothing about it. After Jim's transport, Brenda found herself working later and later at the office, eventually staying late twice a week to wreak with her boss on"peculiar undertaking".