Old 12-07-2014, 01:17 AM   #1
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I usually go by my middle name Ashley but first name is Becca and last name first letter is V. Turns me on to hear my name and what others would do to me. Example " I wanna screw Becca V good " I wanna rape Becca 'a pussy"

I am 29 5'5,130 shoulder length black hair and my chest is 34c. I wanna see who comes up with best paragraph using Becca V in it and all the naughty things you would to to me. Also i work at a bank. If that gives more ideas
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Old 12-07-2014, 04:54 PM   #2
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Old 12-13-2014, 02:02 AM   #3
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Old 12-13-2014, 03:17 AM   #4
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Becca takes a large deposit.

“Sorry dear”, said Mrs Christian, “you know my hearing is not the best these days, can you say that again”?
“Sure thing”, replied Becca V as she leaned even further across the counter to bring her mouth nearer to the dear old lady she was trying to help. “What I said was; charges only get applied to your account if you overdraw on your funds. You will receive an account charge of 6.50 and then you will also be charged debit interest on whatever the negative balance is. Do you understand”?
“Oh yes, yes, dear, I’m deaf, not senile. Well I think I’m not senile. Do you think you know if you’re senile”? The old lady rambled on. Becca V smiled; she had been working at this branch of the bank in Pheonix for three years now and just loved dealing with the sweet old ladies that came to the enquiries counter. “Well”, she said, “I’m sure that you are not going senile at all Mrs Christian, for one, you’re just not old enough”. The old lady smiled at her.

Sitting behind her, was her co-partner Connor. He also manned the enquiries counter and between them both, they could usually cover off most of the problems that customers came up with. There was one problem however that Connor could not deal with, and he was looking at it right now. Before him Rebecca Vaaing stood leaning over the counter talking to a customer. Her beautifully rounded bum was encased in a slightly shorter than regulation skirt which much to his pleasure and chagrin had ridden high on her thighs leaving very little to his imagination; but more than enough. Her long legs just seemed to go on forever punctuated at one end by black stilettos and at the other he could only fantasise about. But he was sure a pert firm pear of a bum was under that skirt and panties. “I wonder if she’s wearing any,” he thought. One question however that always had him guessing, was did she wear tights or stockings; a question which had now been answered. With the skirt having ridden so high, her stocking tops were on full display; indeed just visible above was the alabaster of her thighs. The black lace filigree of the stocking tops he found a complete distraction. The hold-ups squeezing on her toned thighs, a giveaway sign that had had him guessing since she had started at the bank. He knew her ample 34c breasts would be pressed hard against the counter, the thought made him visualise himself pushing up behind her, as his weapon entered Rebecca’s delicious folds. Her long black hair riding down over her back like black gold, making him want to grasp it and pull her harder onto him.

Becca V looked over her shoulder at him, rolling her eyes and smiling, they had developed many private signals over the years for customers, but he had never been able to give her the most important signal of all, that he wanted her. That he wanted her right now. That his body responded; as it was right now, to her curves, her smell, her sexy voice, the gloss of her hair and those rose-bud lips. Her crystal blue eyes, that seemed to say so much more than her words; but what if he was just reading too much into that? He did not want to ruin his friendship with her. That would be devastating.


How am I doing? Longer than a paragraph I know, but not into wam bam. If you want more, PM me and I might be convinced to proceed. Might do anyway, not sure.

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Old 12-14-2014, 04:01 AM   #5
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“Now then dear”, said Mrs Christian, “I have a letter from the Bank that I need you to explain to me please”.
“Of course Mrs Christian, just show me what is confusing you”. As the old dear rummaged through her bag she continued to talk, “I know it’s in here somewhere. Oh dear, perhaps I am going senile after all”? Becca V leaned across the counter even more to try and look into the ladies bag. In doing so she gave Connor more than he could have wished for, this close to Christmas, an early Christmas present. Before him Becca V had pulled herself across the counter further, one of her legs outstretched before him with just the toe of her shoe on the ground. The other she had raised behind her. Her legs were poetry; encasing them in the sheer black nylon material of the stockings only enhanced their perfection in his eyes, but it was the flame red of her panties that had him almost coming. The surprise of what he saw made him gasp. The silken material tightly moulded to her most intimate of parts; sinking deeply into her moist valley. The white milkiness of her upper thighs called out to Connor, making him rub his hand across the hardness at his crotch. His other hand shook as he took a few more photos, before he lost his composure altogether and dropped the phone onto his desk. Becca V looked back at him and smiled, mouthing “are you ok?” He just smiled back nodding. “God, get a grip” he thought.

Becca V finally dealt with Mrs Christian and walked back over to Connor. At the back of their desk was a wooden wall, which offered them some degree of privacy from customer scrutiny. The wall extended to about Connor’s stomach in height and Becca V crossing her arms leant upon it. The move, he thought, could only be one of design, because it had the effect of presenting her breasts to Connor in such a way that would make any push-up bra manufacturer proud. “I can tell you were enjoying that”, she said. “Weren’t you”?
“Miss V”, he said using one of his pet names for her, “at one point there I was going to give you a helping hand, but then I thought you had it covered, though to be fair, just barely covered”! Both of their conversations were full of double meaning, neither knowing which the other truly meant. Connor struggled to keep his eyes off the well-rounded orbs in front of him, and looked up into her crystalline blue eyes, “ok Becca V next time I see you in that predicament, I will come over and give you what you want”.
“Umm, make sure you do”. Becca V squirmed behind the wooden panel. Thinking on his words and their possible meaning or better still what she wanted them to mean really did not help. She was glad that the wall separated her from him. Every time he spoke those pet names he had for her, caused the same reaction. It made her insides churn and created a burning sensation that spread to her loins and had her juices flowing. Indeed were he to see her knickers now, he would probably see a wet patch begin to develop in line with her arousal. For his point, Connor was also grateful she stayed that side of the desk, because his manhood was not under control at all, and at the moment was making him very uncomfortable.
Looking at her breasts again quickly, he could see a slight flush developing and wondered if he had been too forward with his words embarrassing Becca V. He decided to back off a bit. “Anyway” he said, “got another customer, would you mind”? He was in no position to stand up just now; his rampant cock seemed to be calling out to Becca V of its own accord.

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Old 12-14-2014, 10:12 AM   #6
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Part three

As Becca V turned her back to deal with the customer, Connor quickly undid his zip and stuffed his hand in to grasp hold or his cock. He adjusted its position in his boxers so that it did not feel so uncomfortable, and he hoped it was not as visible. He decided not to check the pictures out until later, as he wanted to try and get this monster of his under control. By the time Becca V returned he was hard at work concentrating on some of the personal loan applications he had in front of him. He barely looked up as she sat beside him, her thigh appearing to accidentally make contact with his under the desk. He didn’t respond, he couldn’t, for fear of making a move based on wrong assumptions.
Becca V was disappointed that they could not continue their conversation. She didn’t know whether to tell him that she was well aware of what she had been showing him, or that she could see in the banking hall mirror opposite, that he had been taking pictures of her little "display"? She hoped desperately that he felt the same way about her as she did about him, but as he made no move on her, she was beginning to wonder if she appealed to him at all. Of course, she could always take this to another level? Looking sideways at his crotch, it did appear that there was a larger than normal bulge there. After all she should know, having studied it whenever she could. Perhaps he did find her attractive?
Looking at the clock, it was nearly closing time and right on queue their assistant manager came by. “OK guys”, she said, “time to lock up. Connor would you do the honours on the doors and then help Rebecca lock up the safes downstairs and prepare the night safe too. I have to rush off so can you take a set of keys each and I’ll see you in the morning”. Mrs Wainstrom was a 35 year old trained accountant that had worked for the bank since leaving school. She was a fair minded individual that could be harsh when needed. She dressed properly at all times as dictated by the decorum of the bank, Even with the underlying degree of sophistication, there was a sexuality about her that Becca V had picked up on ages ago. Her hair was always tied back and perfectly presented. Her nails always professionally prepared. From Becca's point of view, she seemed to favour Connor. Always smiling at him and holding his emerald green eyes when in conversation. Becca V also noted that she touched his arm a lot, whether it was her familiar way or whether she just plain fancied him, Becca V wasn’t sure. It did look like she had a possible rival there though?
As Connor went out into the banking hall to shut up, Becca V signalled him that she would meet him downstairs at the vaults, and nipped off to the bathrooms. Inside she carefully applied fresh lip-stick and made sure that her hair was combed and in place, then with a wicked smile on her face, she ran her hands up under her skirt and with a little wiggle, removed her panties; not at all surprised at how wet they had become with her vaginal juices. She put them in her bag. She then bent down and pulled on her stockings, running her hands from calf to thigh, finally pulling on the stocking tops to make sure they were fully tight on her legs. Pulling down her skirt, she presented herself to the mirror and was pleased with what she saw.

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Old 12-14-2014, 05:01 PM   #7
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Part four.

When Becca V got down to the main office, Connor was just seeing the last customers out of the bank, so she quickly ran down the stairs to the vault to make sure that she could position everything. Her move would come when they were preparing the night safes. She positioned the two chairs that they would use whilst making up the boxes, so that they faced each other and she made sure that she sat with the light facing her so that nothing was in shadow. Then she waited.

Connor clattered down the stairs like he was on a promise, he wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible and join the boys for a drink. It was Friday and that in his book was party time! He saw that Becca V was already seated and ready to help so he when to the night safes and started pulling them out. Crouching down as he was, as he swung round each time to hand the box to Becca V, he was confronted and confounded by those lovely legs, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Just gotta get through this,” he thought to himself. “Hold your resolve.” As those words reverberated though the many channels of his mind, they were suddenly blown to the four winds. He had just started to say, “well Becca V, what are your plans for toni....” when right in front of him Becca V swivelled in her chair to put one of the boxes behind her, and in doing so parted her delicious thighs sufficiently enough for him to be able to see right up her skirt. The light in the little room had almost been placed there perfectly for everything to be visible to him. He could see that her black pubic hair had been shaped into a heart and was neatly trimmed. He could even see the petals of her lips that in this light appeared to be glistening as if wet. Immediately his cock sprang into full erection, throbbing in urgency. He could feel that his state of arousal had simply begun where it had left off from earlier. He knew that a mere touch on his cock now, and he would explode.
Becca V had turned back; she could see that Connor was encapsulated by her pussy. He was now hers, her plaything, and her tool, to use however she wanted. She looked at the front of his trousers and knew that she could not leave here without getting a hand on what lay beneath.
She stood, removing the view from Connor, but still he stared at her pubic mound as if he could see through her skirt. “I’m just going to get started on the safes”, she said. Connor did not respond. “Connor....CONNOR”! He looked up at her, his face was flushed and he seemed awkward and shy all of a sudden. “I’m just going to start on the safes, come and find me when you are done”.
“Urgh sure”, he croaked. “I’ll be right there Becca V”.

She shivered as he mentioned her pet name again, why, why did it have that effect on her? Or was it just his deep voice, could he say anything to her at this moment and make her insides drip with juices? She walked quickly across to the table which was push up against the iron railings. She grabbed the cable ties from her bag tying first one leg to the table then the other, then and as she had earlier, she lay across the table with her pert arse presented to the doorway. Lifting her skirt to lay across her back she put her hands through the railings and slipped the cable tie over them, pulling it tight with her teeth. She knew that given an excuse, or enough time to think about this she would probably back out. This was not like her at all, throwing herself at a man. But God she needed this one. Besides, with the final click of the cable tie, there was no way of getting out of this now. Her hands and legs were fully secured. “God what if he just went and left her there, who would find her in the morning?”
That thought disappeared when she heard the gasp and Connor’s footsteps approaching her from the doorway. “God, oh God I need him”, her brain screamed, “I need to feel his hands caressing me, his hot lips upon me and his stiff cock inside me. I just hope he wants me too?” “Becca V, what’s going on?” he said without his usual air of nonchalance.
Becca V could feel her pussy contract as he spoke and some of her now copious juice trickled down her leg to the stocking top. She had never been this wet before! “I saw you taking photos of me when I was with Mrs Christian. I saw the bulge in your pants; I saw that you couldn’t take your eyes off of my tits. Well now I’m all yours. And the first thing you will do is take more pictures of me tied up like this; then I want you to fuck me, hard!”
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Old 12-16-2014, 03:13 AM   #8
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Part five.

She had never before used such language, certainly not to a man, but then she had never tied herself down in front of one, knickerless, either! Becca V was about to apologise when she felt Connor move nearer. She tried to look behind her but realised she had truly done a good job trussing herself up. It was impossible.
Connor looked at the vision before him. His friend, the girl he had been lusting after since the very day she started at the bank; his Becca V, was now spread-eagled across a table before him, commanding him to do all of the things that he had only dreamed of. Her legs were spread wide and each was secured to a table leg. Her hands had been secured through the railings. She was completely immobilised and helpless. Better than this however her superb arse was entirely exposed and waiting for him completely at his disposal. As he took his fill of erotic photos of Becca, his arousal just kept increasing until nigh-on bursting point. If there was one thing guaranteed to get him going, it was taking a woman from behind. He loved the power of this position. A woman wearing stockings and prone before him, awaiting his bidding; was more than he could have wished for. That woman being Becca V, well that was like an answered prayer.

Becca V’s pussy was now aching so much she could almost cry. By now she would have to be bringing herself off, or having it done for her. She had not experienced this level of sexual tension/pleasure before. In fact, she had pretty much been on the point of orgasm since taking off her panties, that was the effect this man had on her. As she heard Connor moving around, taking pictures of her bum, her fanny, her body tied in this position; she could barely contain that orgasm. She closed her eyes and thought about the scene like a third party watching and witnessing the violation of an unknown woman. Her thoughts caused a further flow of juices and another trickle of her vaginal lubrication ran across her swollen labia and down the chalky whiteness of her thigh.
Connor was now filming her intimate parts in close-up. He witnessed Becca V’s vaginal contraction as if beckoning to him and inviting him to enter. He looked closely at the beautiful folds of Becca V’s moist lips covered with soft downy pubic hair, as black as the hair on her head. The lips swollen in their arousal could barely contain the erect clitoris forcing its way out of its hood, demanding to be caressed. He had taken enough footage for now, but left the video running as he placed his phone strategically to bear independent witness to the scene before it. He now needed to feel Becca beneath him, to touch her and taste her juicy cleft. Without further thought, her removed his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers; standing behind her in just his shirt and tie. Before him eight and half inches of throbbing cock, red, angry and as hard as granite bounced in eagerness at the thought of plunging into the tight hole before it.
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