Some time later, at a bank.

A hand came up.

"I can help you over here, sir."

You looked, then walked over, giving the woman a glance. She was light brown, black curly hair left dangling just above her jaw. Had an impressively cute face on her too; an effervescent complexion. And young.

"So, what would you like to do with us today?" She placed one hand over the other, arms laterally positioned, as she looked at you with professional patience. Her nametag read, 'Janet Smith.'

"Just a cash withdrawal. And a blowjob, if you don't mind."

"No, not at all," Janet generically assured. "Just place your ID right there, please..."

As you completed the withdrawal, she pulled out two one hundred bills and slid it over. "There you go."

"Thank you," you pocketed the bills, patting them against your thigh.

"Here's your receipt."

You took it, in a mirror image.

"Now, if you'd come inside..." The teller stood up, and headed for the door. "I'll open it for you."

You slunk to the side entrance after glancing at the security and other people in line. One couple whose gaze you met only offered a polite smile. A good-looking pair. Probably to be left alone, for now.

Probably.

You followed the teller back to her chair. After filling out a slip, she pulled open a drawer and inserted it into a manila before turning her attention to you, swiveling her chair sideways. Without hesitation, she casually placed one hand on your belt buckle and the other on your zipper, then slid it down, opening your fly and letting your penis fling up and outward into the air. She crossed both legs as she lightly touched it. Her composure was maintained well, in spite of things.

She breathed in and looked up at you. A quick smile gave way under her nose.

Then, her hand was subsequently wrapped around your dick. After placing one strand of hair over her ear, Janet opened her mouth and pushed her facial orifice around your manhood. The young bank associate worked a good licking straight out the gate. Both lids fell over your eyes as you enjoyed her face around your hairy meat; this person you'd never met before, at a public station, letting you fuck it to cloud nine.

A groan left your lips. The start was slow, but attentive, but now she was speeding it up, and taking in more of your length.

"Excuse me, is this window open?" inquired an even voice.

With a pop, your dick momentarily exited the teller's mouth. The young woman leaned forward. It was the wife, from the couple behind you earlier, halfway between the line and the window. "Yes, please," she gestured, and the two approached as Janet slowly stroked your cock. "I'll be with you two right after I finish up with this customer."

The two nodded in understanding, as the pretty, blonde woman spoke up. "Oh, please, take your time. It's really nice watching you suck him off. It reminds me of my high school days."

"Yeah," echoed her partner. "I'd love to be in his shoes, too."

"Don't get any funny ideas, honey," the wife jabbed playfully.

The two looked into each other's eyes, then, adjusting the pair of sunglasses atop his head, the clean-shaven man tilted his head downward as she met him at the 50 and they devolved into a snappy but tender kiss.

Below, Janet returned to wetting your knob and with great rhythmic slurping this time around, ready to put you on the verge -- which, truthfully, you already were on minutes ago.

As you watched the couple break away from each other, you reached over, sliding the window up to grab the wife's breast and squeezing it through her top. She looked away from her husband to you and smiled.

"Aww, thanks for not leaving me out, sweetie," she rubbed the back of your still groping hand as her husband chuckled and kissed her on the cheek.

"You're telling me. Seeing him giving that breast of yours such deserving attention is a treat..." By instinct, his hand slid to her lower back when suddenly she twisted her hips away.

"Honey!" the woman's eyes darted across the room. "Watch yourself, we're in public."

"Right," the hubby lifted his hands in acquiescence, "sorry."

They glanced at you as you suddenly groaned again. Your dick blew just at that moment, the stimulation growing too strong to contain any longer, and you spilled your creamy warm jizz into the teller's mouth, hearing every swallow from her throat. You simultaneously squeezed the wife's breast with extra ****, causing her to hitch her breath a bit. When you pulled away, your finger tugged against a pocket line and incidentally caused one button to pop out of her shirt. She laughed, covering it with one hand while her cheeks took on a slight blush, mildly flattered at your little slip-up.

This caused you to spasm another time. When you finally pulled out, the spunk dripped onto the teller's clothes, but she didn't seem to mind. With your load released into her tummy, she simply took out a water bottle and thanked you for coming before cleaning up your dick with her hand, then licking it dry. After giving your crotch a zip, you exchanged goodbyes, and went on your way.

"Oh, by the way," you turned, "is there any chance I could get a hundred thousand dollar grant from you guys? Free from charge, interest, or liability?"

In unison, the security guard and the tellers chorus'd, "Are you crazy?"

"I guess not," you sighed. "In that case.... How about I get the number of everyone here so I could invite you all to an ass-fucking orgy later this week?" You added, "All your asses will be mine, of course. Along with anyone else you want to bring. I'll fuck them in their holes too. Your daughters, your co-workers, your cousins. All perfect for anal probing. What do you all say?"

After an unfettered moment, a mother and her teenage daughter pulled out their phones. And then the tellers. And then the bespectacled lady in the back of the line that had just entered but moments ago. And then everybody else. It wasn't long before you had your phone's contact list filled with new numbers... and new friends to enjoy spending some time with, and in.

As a woman rubbed your arm, excitedly proselytizing about being your sextoy for a day, you smiled to yourself and punched her number into your growing booty-log.

Some things money couldn't buy.