I was in our local bank this morning when The Orgasmic Bank Clerk caught my eye....

For fun, I hauled this old story up out of the archives:

So there I am in the bank this morning, standing in the queue waiting to do a deposit, when I catch the eye of the very smartly dressed, professional looking clerk behind the Information counter. A tall lovely looking colored lady with her dark hair drawn severely into a bun, she is squeezed into a clingy silk blouse and a formal dark blue waist-coat, a tight form fitting knee length pencil skirt, and creamy satin stockings with black high heel shoes. She has swollen heavy breasts and they thrust against her waist coat as if planning their escape. Her butt contoured by the skirt is magnificent, and as the material tapers, it ends at strong muscular calves teetering on petite ankles.

In our split second of eye contact I just know that if I offer her R800,00, she will lead me knowingly down the passage to the back office, splay herself against the wall, and allow me to run my hand slowly up her thigh and under her skirt, to the tight little red lace g-string which is stretched precariously between her damp thighs and clamped tenaciously against her tumescent pussy lips. She will push me down onto my knees, rip her skirt up around her waist, and force my lips and tongue into her steaming viscous succulent drop safe.

Her hips and thighs jerk spasmodically as her hands claw my head deeper against her swollen clit, and her nipples thrust agonizingly through the thin film of her blouse.

I am interrupted from my day-dream by a choking gurgle!
I look down and there at my feet lies a purple haired, chalky skinned old woman. Her spectacles are steamed up, her cheeks flushed and rosy and she is clutching joyfully at her groin. Apparently Wee Willy has exposed himself to her, ripping himself through the zip of my pants in his anguish to take a look at the sexy bank clerk with the boiling vagina. The old duck has fainted in dismay... and the queue has gathered around her with concern. Fuuuuuk Wee Willy, you have gotten me into the deep shit... AGAIN!!! I beat it, and get out of that bank as fast as my legs will carry me!

I am now driving through the center of town when I stop at the traffic lights. Two giggling dusky honeys in short micro skirts and tight sun-tops, with long glistening braids and large golden hoop earrings glance in my direction. The sun bounces off their soft sleek dark skin, their mouths are rouged in bright red and I can see their large breasts and pert nipples pressed against their tiny vests! And I just know that R1500,00 will get me a long sweaty fornicating pulsing doubles session... or maybe not!! I see the cop car lurking in my rear view mirror and lurch forward as the light turns green!!

So what am I actually trying to say? What I am actually trying to say is that this punting habit has really gotten to me!! Every sexy lady I see could potentially be a working girl! I am horny all the time, in fact I have never been this horny in my whole life... and I have never been this old! I log onto ESA as rhythmically as intercourse, I comb my local escort site for newbies and I am constantly planning my next punting session. I am driving away from one liaison and I am already thinking about the next one. Alcoholism, drug addiction and compulsive obsessive behavior has NOTHING on this!

So punting has become my hobby, my compulsion and my life-style...

Clearly there is only ONE way that I can slow this addiction... and that is to make my next booking!!

But wise Wee Willy has beaten me to it... he has already lined gorgeous Diamond Girl up for Friday morning... and I just CANNOT fucking wait!

Great post,punting is now a hobby.

So this morning I find myself back in that same blerry bank again. I am standing in file at the back of an impassive queue, bored out of my head and as restless as all fuck.

Man, do I hate a queue!

I glance across the room at the information counter, and THERE SHE IS... the smartly dressed colored bank clerk with the clingy silk blouse and dark hair in a bun... her heavy swollen breasts assault the front of her blue waistcoat, and her thighs and succulent backside are lacquered by the tight navy pencil-skirt. She is wearing black horn-rimmed glasses and pastel pink lipstick while she concentrates on the pile of printouts in front of her, and she is the image of pure eroticism. She looks up and catches my eye, the recognition is instantaneous, and she blushes a deep scarlet red. Her nipples spring to life and punch through the blouse... she nods shyly at me... and beckons me to follow her into the small room behind the counter.

I drop her R800,00 fee on the table top, and we are at each other like ferocious barbarians. She rips off my shirt as I shred her blouse and waistcoat, her milky breasts burst free and her areolae are dark and inflamed and rigid. Her breath comes in deep rasping gasps and her skin is scorching. I hoist her skirt up around her hips, rip the satin g-string aside, and my cock is inside her in a heartbeat. She is wet and viscous and volcanic and she clamps her thighs around my hips as I pin her on the desk and thrust inside her like a vengeful piston. Our bodies move together as one, feverish, spasmodic, convulsive and rabid.....

I am jerked from my day-dream by a rude tapping on my shoulder, some fuckin bitch behind me urging me to move forward with the blerry bank queue...

I look across the bank, and Orgasmic Girl is still wading through the piles of computer print-outs on the table next to her desk-top pc.

What the fuck is wrong with me????

Now WHERE is that blerry phone number for Diamond Girl?

Doamond Girl... tomorrow morning you are MINE!

So I am again in that effing bank this morning... and my thoughts are once more locked in erotic revery!

I am lying on my back on the Bank Managers desk and The Orgasmic Bank Clerk has me crushed between her pearly scented thighs. Her head is tilted back, her neck muscles are corded, her lustrous black hair cascades down her naked back and her marvelous swollen breasts are rampant. She rocks on me, thrusting down compulsively upon my belly and my thick stiff cock... fast and pounding and sweating and well oiled! Her breath comes in stilted gasps and the potent scent of her arousal permeates my nostrils. She whimpers softly... sobbing little mews as she mashes down on me... over and over and over...

OMW that blerry beautiful bank clerk with her crowded silk blouse, tender marinated rump and carved silky thighs drives me absolutely fuckin crazy!

A commotion behind me at the bank doorway... and I swing round. And in a twist of fate so bizarre and exquisitely ludicrous... in swoons Lingerie Girl... in all her succulent husky vital glory. A tight skirt sheaths her plump perfumed thighs and her ample bust is swaddled in diaphanous satin. Her eyes are shining anthracite, her lips glossed and her cheeks rouged a high colour. Three swarthy security guards in desert camouflage and jack boots with Uzi sub-machine guns swung casually over their shoulders, and dark bristling expressions on their faces, lumber in behind her. Each guard labors under the weight of two large safety deposit boxes, and Lingerie Girl herds them casually towards the Bank Managers Office. Escorting obviously pays well for Lingerie Girl, and I certainly know why... from firsthand experience... and it looks like she has just had an EXCELLENT week!

AND YES, sure as vaginas are vaginas (well most are anyway) all of the above is absolutely true... save for the bit with the camouflaged guards, the machine guns and the safety deposit boxes... and Lingerie Girl is heading straight for me at the back of the bank queue.
Wee Willy is rabid, and ready to penetrate her palpitating pudendum right there and then on the lushly carpeted bank floor, the two of us simply LUST for this girl, but I am a little more spineless, and I slither away down the accounts corridor as quickly as my belly can carry me.

Lingerie Girl is a small Large Lovely Lady and has the incredible and very rare knack of doing the most exquisite things to you with her fluttering viscous internal core muscles.

They say that we are masters of our own destinies... I had spent the whole morning vacillating between Feral Girl and Foxy Lady (Oh whom shall I visit tonight?)... and Lingerie Girl has just changed all that with one thrust of her exuberant swollen nipples!

Lingerie Girl... Wee Willy and I will see you later.