Bank Teller (Closed to SalesGirlAnna and RP519)

[SalesGirlAnna]

It was about 6 PM, that Friday as 29 year old Annabelle Morris was getting off of work. She was a bank teller and she loved that she had to dress professinaly for work. She thought busness clothes made her look smart and sexy.

That day she was wearing a blue blazer, a matching skirt that goes a bit past her knees, a blue blouse, white stockings, 2" black Mary Jane pumps, pearl necklace and earrings. She had her long red hair, that reached to the top of her ass in a French braid. She was 5' 7" 110 lbs. 34b.

Soon she pulled up to her house and walked up to the front door and unlocked it...

 

[RP519]

Twenty six year old Matthew Anders had been to the bank either in the evening, depositing a check shortly after 5 when most people should be on their ways back home and less likely to be in his way. Annabelle had been the teller to help him, and no doubt had barely even noticed he was there from the distracted way she went about the transaction; It was the end of her work week, he couldn't blame her. But oh, he certainly had noticed her. Red hair had always been the most attractive to him, especially when it was also long. As she had handled the deposit, Matthew had made an attempt to peer down into her blouse from his taller height of 6'2", but with no success. A shame, Annabelle did have a rather nice figure. She had looked up from her screen with a polite smile and wished him a good weekend. He had run a hand through his short brown hair, wished her the same, and left. Unknown to her, he had then waited across the way, sitting in his car in a grocery store parking lot until he saw he going home.

Now, here they were outside her house. He hurried out of his car and up behind the woman's back. Throwing a quick glance to either side, finding the street otherwise un-occupied, he simply took hold of her waist tightly, forcing her in through the open door, and pushed her towards the couch in the living room. He threw the locks on her door and turned to face her with a wide smile.

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Annabelle gasped as she fell onto the coutch. "What the hell are you doing?" She screamed... SHe looked over at the wall and saw the phone she started to make a dash for it.

 

[RP519]

He saw where she had looked and guessed her intent. He made a run for the phone as well, pulling the cord from the wall just as Annabelle's hand fell on the receiver. Matthew shook his head and made tsk-tsk sounds at her, stepping up close to her. "No, now that's not going to do; No phone calls...and I don't think you'll want to scream either. Now, sit."

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Annabelle sat back down on the coutch. "Look, I don't have much money but you can take it and my jewerly..."

 

[RP519]

Again Matthew shook his head, making his way behind the couch with the phone cord still in hand. "I don't want your money, and I don't want your jewelry. I'm pretty sure we both know just what it is I do want."

He ran a hand through her soft red hair, almost tenderly at first, then getting a grip on it. "Put your arms behind you, and lean forward."

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Annabelle knew she better do what this man said if she wanted to stay alive. She put her hands behind her back and leaned forward. She made herself one promise. She promised herself that he wouldn't see her cry.

 

[RP519]

Matthew bound up her wrists in the cord, good and tight, then made his way back around in front of her. Still, he didn't get too close yet. "I'm not going to have to worry about you kicking me, am I?"

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Annabelle shook her head, "No sir... You won't..." She knew that she was under the mercy of this man untill Monday Morning. Absolutly no one would miss her untill then.

 

[RP519]

Matthew got down onto his knees in front of her, gently parting her legs with his hands on her knees. Reaching up under Annabelle's skirt, he found the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down over her nicely curved hips, down her smooth thighs.

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Annabelle felt him reach under her skirt and slide down her panties. They got caught on the straps of her garter belt, but he unhooked her stockings from her garterbelt and slid it down the rest of the way. "Please... Don't do this..." She said, "I promise I won't tell anyone... Are you hungry? I'm a great cook..."

 

[RP519]

Matthew put aside Annabelle's panties, finding the black lacy pair a bit surprising under her professional, business like attire. He sat himself beside her on the couch, openning her blazer and undoing the buttons of her blouse. "I am just a bit hungry, yes. But for me to untie your wrists to let you cook is going to take quite a lot of trust. Kitchens have all sorts of nasty surprises you might be tempted to pick up; Knives, pans, glass bottles. So I have to ask you again...can you be good?"

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

As Matthew unbuttoned her blouse the matching bra to her panties came into view. Annabelle looked down, he saw through her plan. She didn't answer him she just looked down and waited for him to continue.

 

[RP519]

He just nodded at her lack of an answer. "That's kind of what I thought. But that's alright, even if I won't get to try your cooking...and I'm sure you would've done just as well as you claimed...I think I can find something around here to nibble on." His hand went to Annabelle's chest, squeezing her left breast roughly. "Such a sexy material. It must work you up rather nicely, feeling it against your tits and your pussy all day, doesn't it?"

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Annabelle closed her eyes as he roughly fondled her breasts, "Yes... It does... Why are you doing this?" She asked pleadingly.

 

[RP519]

Matthew continued the assualt on Annabelle's chest, switching from one perky breast to the other. "I'm doing this because you caught my eye earlier at the bank...it was that beautiful, long red hair, and your lovely figure. And I'm going to continue doing it because despite all your pleading, I think you like it."

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Annabelle could feel her nipples harden as he continued to rub her breasts. She just looked at him with an icey stare. Her body might be wanting this but her mind didn't wait it.

 

[RP519]

Matthew grinned coldly at the feel of her stiff nipples, and gave an extra hard squeeze before standing up. "Without untying your hands, I think it might be difficult to get that bra off of you...at least, not without improvising a little. So, just wait right there like a good girl, and I'll be back."

He left the room to find the kitchen, and was back shortly with a steak knife. Carefully, he split her bra in the front, between her breasts, and let the two sides fall open to bare her to him. Leaning in, he started to suck and nibble at her naked nipples, hands on her thighs.

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Annabelle wanted to kill him. He had just cut up one of her favorite bras. She tried not to moan as he started sucking her tits.