A Condom Named Old Ben

You see that shelf just inside the vault, that's the money we use to make the floats for the daily tills, so why don’t you pick where you want to fuck me and spread a blanket of bills out. Then, “Nothing like getting down and dirty in dirty money. Just think of it as you’re paying a stripper to perform for you!”

I walked over to the shelf in question and was surprised at the denominations there. Hundreds, fifties, twenties, tens, fives and of course ones. I had never seen so much money gathered in one place before, let alone thought about having sex on it in a bank of all places.

Ms. Hurley was already semi naked from the waist down, only her red thongs on. Which as I spread out the hundreds and fifties, I placed a few twenties into the waistband of her thong and without thinking about getting caught I got my fingers under the small triangle of material.

As she moaned in pleasure I had to say that I was just as excited fingering her pussy once more..
Then I couldn’t wait any longer, I wrapped my cock with a hundred and penetrated her pussy.

“Oh you dirty man, you’re making me feel like a cheap whore!”

A hundred dollar condom and she feels cheap, what did she want me to wrap my cock in a thousand dollar saving bond! Christ the semi rough feel of the hundred was making me tense up faster than ever.

“Oh god David, I never knew a hundred could feel so fucking good!’ Saying the last couple of words through clenched cheeks, as if holding her breath as I thrusted in and out of her pussy.

Then I let loose, flooding her pussy with cum which the hundred dollar bill didn’t absorb. I collapsed on top of Ms. Hurley and the hundred dollar bill came halfway out with a bit of cum.

“Well we’ll find out if Old Ben can make decent condoms or not!”

“Wait, I thought you said that you are past the age of getting pregnant?”

“Oh it’s like that is it, you’ll fuck me but not want a child with me!”

Now how was I supposed to reply to that?