In Full View

They pulled up in front of the small freestanding ATM. The tiny kiosk was glass-walled, with two service units, one to the front, one in the back. She sat, looking at the booth, then glanced back at her husband.

“You go. I want to read the paper. Rough day at work.”

She rolled her eyes. Of course she’d be the one to go into the ATM. As if  her husband could be fucking bothered. Even as she shut the door-she admired her self-restraint in not slamming it-he’d picked up the paper and was nose-deep in final four stats.

Asshole.

She used her keycard to open the door. Or more accurately, to try to open the door. Figures. Access denied. She always had a problem with this particular ATM, which is why she had suggested the one at the mall. But no. This one was “on the way” and the mall was out of their direction of travel. Bastard. With a sigh of annoyance, she moved to the back of the small glass building and slid her card into the port. Thank gawd, this time it worked. She glanced quickly at the man who was also approaching. He wasn’t looking at her, intent on freeing his card from his wallet. He was well dressed, a nice gray suit, and definitely didn’t look like someone who would try to rob her. She slipped into the tiny lobby, and pushed her card into the slot.

She silently cursed her husband, as her toes throbbed. Fucking asshole. As if walking around for almost nine hours in stiletto’s wasn’t painful enough, he made her pay for the Chinese take-out they were going to have for supper.

Hands landed on her hips.

“I’m not here to rob you, keep doing what you’re doing. You’ve got a fine ass. Wonder if that hubby of yours has ever fucked you in public? Wonder if he’ll even take his nose out of the paper while his wife is in here, getting fucked from behind, while she makes her withdrawal?”

The voice was rich, cultured. She tried to think if she’d seen Suit Man walk past to the front of the ATM. She didn’t remember.

She felt his hands exploring her ass, lifting her skirt. Why didn’t she scream? She must be paralyzed with fear. Her heart was racing, her fingers moving slowly over the keypad.

“That’s a good girl, keep punching in those numbers. I’m only interested in your cunt.”

The  dirty word made her shiver. Her breasts tingled, pressing hard nipples against her 18-hour bra. How much money was she supposed to take out? She couldn’t seem to remember, as his hands cruised her bottom, and the hot place between her thighs.  Numbers flew in circles in her head as her panties were pushed to the side.

“Stick that ass out. That’s right. Arch your back and let me see your titties reflected in that screen. Nice. Perky little nipples. Good girl. Not a sound. Just the sound of my dick sliding into your slit. Wet. Hot.”

With a single push he was inside of her. Fingers grabbed the hair at the back of her head, arching her further. She felt the hardness of him filling her, the unseen stranger with his cock in her pussy.

He withdrew, then slid home again, this time going balls-deep, fully buried in her. He hit her cervix, making her whimper.

“Finish your transaction while I fuck your cunt. You might consider shaving down here, I can feel your bush. Smooth pussies are so much more … inviting.”

His words send shivers down her spine. Swallowing hard, she refused to admit that she was feeling pleasure, yet her hips pushed back into his thrusts.

Her fingers moved over the keypad. Fifty. Fifty dollars would do it.

He pushed hard, his balls making a slapping sound as they banged her. As he banged her. Searching fingers tugged her pussy hair, making her wince.

“Definitely shave this shit.”

Gawd, she was going to cum.

The machine spit out two twenties and a ten, then chirruped as it printed her receipt.

His finger rubbed her clit and she arched in pleasure, feeling her cunt convulsing around the invading cock. His hands slid to her hips, squeezing hard as he spurted.

“Leave my cum in there.”

Tugging the crotch of her panties across her drooling pussy, he patted her bottom. She heard the door open.

“Don’t forget your money.”

The door shut as she snatched up her bills. She saw him move past the glass walls, moving to the front machine, heard the door on that side open and close. Leaning to the side, she saw her husband still reading the paper.

Trembling, she moved out of the small building, trying to see the face of the man who had just fucked her. As she passed, he turned for one moment, and smiled. She dropped her gaze and hurried to the car, her pussy full of the grinning man’s juice.

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About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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16 Responses to In Full View

  1. William says:

    Damn, that was hot!!!…Talk about instant erection. What a naughty girl you are…laughs!!!
    Thank you for that wonderful story. I’d love to meet you at an ATM…

    William

    • vanillamom says:

      🙂

      William, so glad the story spoke to you so erotically. It was a request from my Master, actually. And I’m so old fashioned, I don’t have an ATM card. Really. 🙂

      nilla

  2. SouthernSir says:

    Great story, more of a deposit then a withdrawal.

  3. michelle says:

    So Hot! Why can’t that happen when I go to the ATM?

  4. michelle says:

    So Hot! Why can’t that happen when I go to the ATM? And 2stories on here here in 2 days?!? What a great surprise.

    • vanillamom says:

      You are welcome and yes…i’ve been feeling a bit repressed and needed to get them out of me and onto the page. MOre to come next week i think.

      nilla

  5. dryfly2005 says:

    This was a quick withdrawal for sure. I bet she was smiling when she got back to the car. Tip

    • vanillamom says:

      smiling…and sloshing a bit, perhaps… 🙂

      nilla

    • vanillamom says:

      I’m sure she was. This story was requested by Master…since he knew of it actually happening someplace. I forget sometimes that He’s such a dirty-minded guy. I’m not sure why…maybe coz he is such a cultured businessman so much of the time?

      whatever, periodically He shakes me up with a task like this one. 🙂

      nilla

  6. Wordwytch says:

    That was great! I love the whole scenario! Definitely more of a deposit! 🙂

  7. Guh. That was profoundly hot! I have been trying to work up the nerve to take Scavenger Hunt photos at an ATM place … I think remembering this story will do the trick 🙂

    xx Dee

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