«I'm glad Ben assigned you to this story, too, Velvet,» Tony said earnestly. «It looks like it's going to be a big one. We had a tip that the bank president was embezzling tons of money but none of the other reporters have been able to crack it.»
«You think we can do it if we work together?» she asked, looking at the young man. He was hunched over the steering wheel like some race car driver.
«Sure. We've got a lot on the ball. As a team, we're unbeatable.»
«It doesn't seem that we'll be able to do all that much if the other reporters have struck out. Hell, Williamson wouldn't even authorize a camera crew. Imagine, a pair of TV reporters without a camera crew.»
«Don't sweat it. I've got an inside track. This is going to make us both famous. Pulitzer prizes, the works. We'll be able to go to the networks and name our own salaries after this breaks.»
Velvet sighed and leaned back in the seat. She wished she could believe Tony but he was just too optimistic about this. Not getting a camera crew for their interview with the bank president was a real blow for her. This reduced them to little more than newspaper reporters out digging up a story. Still, she thought to herself, it was better than being stuck behind the desk while Larry made obscene comments about her.
Tony pulled up in front of the bank and took a deep breath. «Okay, kiddo, here it goes. Let's give it our all.»
«What's the battle plan?» she asked, unsure of herself for the first time. She knew that Williamson was waiting for them to fall flat on their faces. They wouldn't get much of a story and this would allow him to can her once and for all.
Or worse.
Tony would get his ass fired. She would get her ass fucked. Williamson would move her into his office as his personal secretary and full-time plaything. Either she'd have to quit then or continually feel the detestable prod of the man's cock into her tight cunt.
«Simple. The head cashier is supposed to have all the dirt, at least he is according to my snitch. I'll keep the bank president busy with a lot of trivial questions. He'll eat that up since I'll try to make him look good. After all the shit that's been thrown his way, he'll suck up to me good and proper. You get the cashier aside – and get the story.»
«Sounds okay, provided the cashier does know all the skeletons and where they're hidden.»
Tony laughed and patted her leg. «Velvet, with your looks you can make any man's skeleton do a jig.»
«Let's go see if we can't scare up that story,» she said, her hand resting for a moment on top of Tony's. It felt good there, but they had work to do.
Inside the bank, the guard ushered them directly into the president's office. Velvet took an instant dislike to the man. He reminded her too much of Walt Williamson. The same squinty eyes and the suspicious look, greasy hair and an air of superiority made her want to turn and leave. But they did have a story to cover.
«Mr. Fontaine,» Tony said to the man, «we're here to talk with you about the so-called embezzlement that's been going on here.»
«There's no embezzlement,» the man said sharply. «Those are rumors started to discredit not only me but this fine bank.»
«Really?» Tony asked, his eyes wide and innocent. «Gosh, I got it all wrong. Could you tell me a little about this mess?»
Seeing that Tony was allowing himself to be gulled into believing just about anything, the man launched into a long, involved story of how funds were shifted periodically and how book-keeping mistakes did happen. About halfway through the speech, Velvet rose.
«Excuse me for a few minutes, gentlemen. I've got to visit the ladies' room.»
She waggled her ass with just the right motion as she left to keep the bank president's mind occupied. The instant Velvet was through the door, she homed in on the cashier. The man hunched over his desk looking nervous and distraught.
«Mr. Holmes?» she asked quietly. «I'm here to speak with you about the embezzlement. Tony Sims said you have some information about it.»
She might as well have walked up and boldly called out to the man, «Wanna fuck?» from the way he jumped. He looked around nervously and licked his dried lips.
«Here? Now?» he asked, his voice trembling.
«Tony's keeping your boss busy while I talk with you. We won't be disturbed. You can trust me.»
«You won't let my name get into the story? It would ruin me. That son of a bitch is as guilty as they come, but if I rat on him I won't be able to find a job anywhere in this city again. All those bastards stick together because they're all thieves, all of them!»
«Please, Mr. Holmes, calm down and just give me the facts.» Velvet reached out and put her hand on the man's shoulder. She hadn't intended it as anything more than a calming gesture. It had the exact opposite effect.
Standing next to his desk, she saw the sudden lump forming at his crotch. She took the opportunity to move closer, her upper thigh brushing his arm. Velvet had to restrain herself to keep from laughing out loud at the way the man shifted in his chair. She guessed he was almost at the point of creaming in his pants.
«Into the vault. We can talk there. No one will disturb us.» He motioned toward the gleaming steel vault door slightly ajar across the room.
Velvet silently nodded and walked toward the door, mindful to keep her lovely behind rolling in just the right way. She knew she had others watching her, but they didn't count. Only Mr. Holmes counted. If she could keep him off guard and hot for her body, he would spill his guts about what he knew of the bank embezzlement.
The guard started to stop her as she went into the vault, but the cashier hurriedly said, «That's only a reporter, Dick. It's okay. We're just going to be inside for a few minutes. Nothing to worry about.»
«Right, Mr. Holmes,» the guard said. But the tone of his voice added, «You lucky stiff.»
Velvet had to turn and flash a brilliant smile at the man to thank him for not interfering. She could read a little disbelief on his face, wondering how a guy like Holmes could end up alone in the vault with someone as beautiful as Velvet.
«I'm going to close the door. Don't worry,» Holmes said quickly. «Nothing's going to happen.»
«Really?» she asked, her eyes sparkling. Velvet was getting into the spirit of this reporting game. She knew she had to keep the man uncomfortable, on edge, so that he would tell her things he didn't really intend to. If she didn't she might end up with a story any reporter could have gotten by simply calling the bank's public information operator.
She moved closer, pressing her warm, lush body into the cashier's. He backed up a half-step and found himself sandwiched between a desirable woman and a steel wall.
Velvet reached out and lightly stroked the man's cheek, pleased with herself. He was definitely off guard now and would probably tell her all she wanted to know without going further. The only trouble was that Velvet had really turned herself on. She was feeling downright horny. And the idea of actually fucking inside the vault with the guard outside almost made her want to rip off her clothes then and there.
«The b-b-bags of money. Th-there,» stammered Holmes. «Let's sit on them while we talk.»
Velvet sat close beside the man, uncomfortably close for him. She wiggled around and felt the coarse money bags shifting under her weight. On impulse she lay back full length and felt her entire body supported by hundreds of thousands of dollars.
«Wow,» she exclaimed, «this is something. Just knowing that those bags are filled with tons of money makes me feel . . . sexy.»
«Yeah, me, too,» confessed Holmes. «I come in here all the time and just look at the money. That's how I found out about it.»
«It?» she asked, her hand reaching out for the man again. She stroked over his cheek, then down his arm, smiling appreciatively all the while. Velvet couldn't seem to keep her fingers away from the large mound tenting up at the man's crotch, either. She began stroking and massaging the bump, feeling the cock pulsating powerfully under the fabric.
«He – Fontaine – puts in a few ringers. He takes entire bags of money. It . . . it never shows up because he doctors the computer records on what gets moved from bank to bank. God, you're driving me wild!»
«Who else knows about this switching he does?» she asked, more intrigued by the way his pants throbbed than with the story now. Her own legs scissored together, rubbing her labia against one another in a vain attempt to relieve some of the sexual tensions mounting in her own young, lusty body.
«The presidents of all the other banks suspect. No one else really knows except me.»
«That makes you special, doesn't it?» she asked in a husky, seductive voice. «What else makes you special – among men?»
Her fingers worked free his zipper. The slight tug produced fantastic results. His prick leaped out like the opening of a switchblade knife. She gasped at the size of his prick. He wasn't a physically powerful man and this was a cock that should have belonged on a professional football player.
«Goddamn,» she exclaimed, «you're huge! I've never seen a dick that big.» Her eyes widened and she stared in frank admiration at his prick.
«Go on,» he urged. «Suck on it. I love that and my wife refuses to go down on me. If you really like my pecker, do it!»
Velvet didn't bother answering because she had better uses for her mouth. She pounced like a jungle cat on his cock. She groaned in abject pleasure when she felt her sucking having an immediate effect. The man's cock had been big before she applied erotic suction to the plum- tipped end, but she was surprised pleasantly when she felt the cock stiffening even more.
It grew to such a size she could hardly keep it in her mouth. The corners of her mouth strained under the huge girth of the man's prong. She bobbed her head up and down a little bit to get into the spirit of the mouth love, then used her tongue the best she could.
Velvet found the tiny piss-slit and tried to poke her darting, agile tongue down it. Both of them knew this was impossible but it got them so excited, Velvet knew this fucking wouldn't stop until they were both totally satiated.
«So nice, God, it's great!» the man gasped out. «My wife won't give me head. Says a blowjob is dirty or something. Oh shit, shit, shit! This is great!»
«Tell me about the embezzling,» Velvet demanded. The unspoken threat was that she would stop sucking on his dick if he didn't give her all the information she wanted. Velvet didn't have to leave the man hard and hot because he started spewing forth all the incriminating information he knew.
Velvet listened, filing it all away in her mind as she turned her main attention back to the blowjob. He liked the feel of a woman's lips moving constantly all over his cock, she quickly found out. Whenever she kissed and lightly brushed her soft lips against the sides of his prick, he moaned and jerked around on the money bags.
The feel of so much money under her ass as she sucked on the man's cock made her feel both sexy and kinky. It had never occurred to her that money was the ultimate aphrodisiac. A man's wealth had never really mattered to her. Now Velvet wondered what it would be like to make it with a guy so stinking rich he filled his mattress with hundred-dollar bills. She knew this might be as close as she ever got to finding out.
And she wasn't going to pass up the chance, no matter how much Holmes enjoyed her mouth moving on his prick.
«Fuck me,» she said in a soft, needy voice. «I want this monster inside me fucking away.»
«I might hurt you. God, I never felt stiffer than I do now. I could rip you apart all the way to the chin if I got to fucking and lost control.»
«Do it!» she cried, lounging back wantonly and lifting her legs into the air.
The sight of her slender legs parting so enticingly drove the man into an animal frenzy. Velvet realized now that most of his emotions had been lying dormant, just waiting for the proper key to unlock them.
Her slender, responsive body was that key.
The man didn't even bother removing her panties. He shoved his battering ram of flesh forward and banged at the gates of her pussy. She felt the thick head nudging into her cunt lips. The thick fuck sauce leaking from her twat dampened her panties and the top of the man's dick.
«Get them off me. Get those panties off and really fuck me. Drive it in to the hilt!» she cried out. The words echoed in the stainless steel vault. She moved and felt the millions of dollars under her body shifting. The girl shivered in delight. Not only was she going to get the biggest prick she'd ever seen fucked into her pussy, she was going to get laid on top of a fortune in cold, hard cash.
«Can't wait to get 'em off,» the man declared. His hands worked feverishly at her twat. Then she realized what he was doing. He wasn't pulling her panties down and he wasn't going to rip them off. He was shoving his prick between the legband of her panties and her flesh.
The hot, stiff length of cock surged up and stroked along her hot, humid gash. She sobbed and felt the tides of passion washing over her. She didn't care what he did to her as long as she got that cock buried up her cunt.
«Fuck me now. Do it now! Oh, I need it in me so baaaaad!»
His hips swung forward and granted her wish. She felt the huge glans parting her trembling cunt lips. The puffy ridges of aroused flesh hardly slowed down the swiftly moving cock. He banged into her cunt lips and then plunged into the seething hot closeness of her cunt.
Velvet screamed in agony. His prick was huge, too big to easily slip into her tiny cunt. The head of his prick seemed to hang up just inside the clinging, pinkly dripping cunt hole. He twisted his hips, got his hands under her ass and lifted, then lunged forward again.
This time he got past the hangup in her pussy tunnel. The monstrous cock rushed all the way into her, filling her completely with pulsating manmeat.
She thought she would lose her mind with desire then. The pain had vanished. He had snugly fit himself into her most intimate passage. And he was hung like an elephant. The mighty girth of his prick forced her cunt walls to stretch to accommodate him. She felt like she was a virgin again, getting laid for the very first time.
That was the only other time she'd felt such intense joy and such an incredibly filled feeling. Her young cunt slowly expanded to take the thick cock. The slight discomfort she'd felt then totally vanished. Nothing was left but complete arousal.
«Fuck me! God, you're so big inside me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!»
She clawed at the man's back to urge him on. She felt the bags of money beneath her give slightly as the man started a rotary motion to drive his pecker even deeper into her steamy hot interior. She hadn't thought it was possible to get in any deeper. She was wrong. The man's cock sank into her passion pit another inch.
She came.
There was no way she could hold back. Everything collapsed on her like a ton of bricks. The setting. The money under her body. The tremendous dork inside her, quivering and dancing and stimulating her to the point of no return. She came hard and her entire body shook like a leaf in a high wind.
«Ohhh,» she sobbed out. «Fuck me. Don't just let it rest. Move it fast. I have to feel it all over my poor little pussy.»
«Little is right,» he grunted. «Never felt any chick this tight around me before. God, you're crushing me flat. But I gotta do it. I just gotta. Never seen a chick as pretty as you. Oh, shiiit!»
He began fucking with long, slow strokes that pushed both of their passions to the breaking point. But Velvet hung back just enough to keep from suffocating herself with the overpowering emotions assaulting her. The woman wanted to hoard those wondrous feelings until she could release them all in one huge orgasm. She was stalking the Big O, the perfect come.
And she knew she just might get it. The cock was like a fleshy piston in her well-oiled slit. The way he pushed past the legband of her panties also turned her on and stimulated her more than she would have thought possible. The idea that he was so hot for her that he couldn't wait did things to her head and body.
The sexual tensions mounting in her belly approached the breaking point. She gasped and moaned and no longer noticed anything around her. All that counted was between her legs, moving slowly and inexorably. His balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass with every inward thrust, then vanished again as he retreated from the hot, clutching confines of her pussy.
«Bankers do it with interest,» the man gasped, smiling down into her face.
«But there's a penalty for early withdrawal,» she told him. «I want this to last forever.»
«Let's work on it,» he said.
Velvet thought it might last for an eternity. He didn't hurry. Every single stroke went directly into her cunt. She was moaning every time his prick left, too. The huge cavity left behind caused her pussy to try and tighten up. This only made his next inward fucking stroke all the more delicious.
The woman's pussy drooled out its sluggish sauce to lubricate her for the fucking. She lifted her slender legs up and locked them firmly around the man's waist, but this wasn't good enough for him. One of his arms reached down and pulled her left leg up and over his shoulder. She felt like a pretzel – and she felt as if he were ripping her apart.
In this position, with her leg draped over his shoulder, her pussy tightened up even more. With a normally sized man, it would have been wonderful. With a cock in her the size of a man's wrist, she was pushed to the brink of orgasm and beyond.
She came again.
Velvet felt like a schoolgirl being seduced and fucked for the very first time. Tremors of desire raced up and down her spine but she also felt a delicious surge of fear. The man was so large he might actually rip her pussy up with his fucking. But the sheer size made it worth the risk.
Fear of injury. Awe at the man's size. The turn-on provided by fucking in a bank vault on top of sacks of money. The harsh, metallic sounds of the fucking echoing around the vault. The idea of someone walking in and seeing them. The huge cock. The huge, huge cock. All that got her off in a big way.
She wiggled and twitched and tried to get even more of his cock into her pussy. Velvet gasped and moaned incoherently, the words jumbling up in her throat. She had thought she was a woman of the world, having experienced just about everything life had to offer. But that was before this man and his bludgeoning cock.
The fucking rhythm picked up as the man's excitement mounted. He lifted her ass up and off the money bags every time he rammed forward. She gasped and moaned as he sank balls-deep in her gash. He speeded up. The friction of cock-flesh against her oily twat walls mounted.
The fires of desire burned inside her until she couldn't control them any longer. She came and came and came. She was like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. She twisted and moaned and clawed at the man, all the time wishing he would fuck her harder, deeper, faster.
He did.
His prick slid in and out of her cunt with a swiftness she'd have thought impossible except she was feeling it. He spread her inhumanly wide and then totally plugged her hole up with his fleshy prick. She felt every contour of that tremendous fuck stick as it pulsated and throbbed against her tender pussy walls.
As she came again, she felt his cock swell to heroic proportions inside her. When he spilled his jism into her agitated cunt, she came again. Together, they moaned and rocked through a mutual, all-consuming orgasm. Even after his prick began to turn flaccid, she could hardly believe its size. He got her off one more time with his cock hardly more than a dead, fat worm.
«God, you're great,» she sighed, lounging back on the money. The look on the man's face told the story. He thought she was something, too.
What he said surprised her and made Velvet smile.
«I told you everything, didn't I? Please don't let anyone know where you got the information. They'd fire me. My wife and kids. My job, God, it'd all be gone in a flash if anything even hinted that I'd told you about the embezzlement.»
Velvet had to shift mental gears to get back to the reason for her being in the bank vault in the first place. The fucking had been great, but she had learned what she needed to know. The woman's mind slowly worked over the details of the embezzlement the man had told her while she was sucking his cock. It all fit into a nice, orderly, damning picture.
The bank president would be sent up for a zillion years after she and Tony aired the story.
She'd gotten what she had come for – and a lot more. Hungrily, even greedily, the woman's gaze feasted on the sight of the still huge organ dangling between the cashier's thighs. But that part of the story was over. Regrettably so, for Velvet had never felt anything better in her young life.