[FM] The cashier who served me at the bank and I served him my pussy the same day

{Preface: This is a long read and my first submission so please be patient and bear with me. This is a real life experience I had many years ago when I was studying for my Masters degree in London. This is an ebony true story. Let me know what you think and if you want to hear more true sex stories from me. It’s a slow burn but if you want to get to the hot and heavy stuff quick, it starts with this sign ***}

I was in a huge rush to deposit money on a Friday and was slammed by a huge queue at the local bank in a non-descript area of London. I hate waiting in queues for anything and least of all at the bank. Technology was still slow when I was studying for my Masters so we were all standing in line like ants. It took forever to be seen and I was pissed off by the time I got to the cashier’s window. I just shoved my cash and deposit slip through the window and barely looked him in the eye. “You don’t need to be so rude when you are depositing money”, he said as if he was commanding me. “I’m not rude”, I replied and I made sure he saw me roll my eyes at him. *What a fucking dick* – I thought.

He was right though. I was rude, I didn’t even say hello, I am not a mean person but I did kind of act bitchy. As he was depositing my cash, I noticed how good he looked. I can still see his crisp cloud-white shirt contrasting against his dark chocolate skin. I started to feel my pussy tingle – at this time, I hadn’t slept with a man in 4 months and my pussy was yearning for a dick. Mixed in with feeling bad about how I spoke to him, I could feel my knickers getting damp from the wetness in my pussy.

As he gave me my receipt, he folded it and handed it back to me. He gave me a smirk and I walked away. As I left the bank, I opened up the paper to check the details and he wrote his name, number and ‘call me when you want to be nice’ on the back of the receipt. My pussy is getting even wetter at this point as my brain reread ‘call me’ over and over again. I cannot emphasise enough how desperate I was for cock at this point.

I had gone months without dick, I was even looking at the bulge in men’s trousers from university lecturers to men at the local gym to normal looking guys at Starbucks. Anytime a man walked by, I had to look at his bulge. I was ‘dicksessed’, you can say. I took a Tube ride back to my shared flat and my heart was pounding by the time I got home. I wanted to run into my room and masturbate until I came so hard thinking about this cashier. I couldn’t help but notice how velvet smooth his skintone was as well. We are both black and dark-skinned and that turned me on even more. I ran to my bedroom and started rubbing my clit against my pillow thinking about his sexy skin colour and wondering what his dick looked like. It didn’t take me long to cum at all. I really wanted to contact him but I didn’t want to look like a slag by looking desperate for dick even though I was dreaming about cocks every single night. *He’s going to think I am a slag who wants to fuck on the same day.*

**Fuck it.**

I sent him a text ‘apologising’ for being rude and I invited him over to watch a movie if he wanted as a way to say I am sorry. He texted me back straight away saying he would come over after work. I told him the Tube station to drop off at and what bus to take. True to his word, he came after work. He looked freshly showered, wearing an all black everything ensemble of jacket, shirt and trousers. He looked like a walking bar of dark chocolate that I needed to swallow immediately. He smelled like freshly cut forest trees mixed with mint. I remember the scent to this day. I made sure to wear something slinky that showed off my tits – they are juicy and soft to touch – [you can have a look at them here](https://imgur.com/a/sFRpziN) (and yes these really are my boobs). My dress was also black and really constricted my tits to create ample cleavage. As we walked up the stairs, my flatmate peeked her head out of her door to say hi. She was a miserable woman who had been cheated on by her husband for being bad in bed and just being a hater. All she ever did was complain about men but she hadn’t been fucked in several years. She gave me a dirty look and closed the door. Remember her for later on in the story.

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By the time he had come into the flat and based off how good he looked, I decided to scrap the movie. I led his hand into my room and I could feel my pussy literally pulsating like there was a mobile phone vibrating in there. As I turned to welcome him into my room, which was dimly light with soft mood lighting, he pounced on me and pushed me against the wall. His tongue was inside of my mouth before I could take a gulp of air.

He is the best kisser I have ever had in my entire repertoire of men. And that kiss was mesmerising. He took one of his hands to hold my head while he forcefully kissed me and the other hand went inside my dress to pull down my liquid-stained knickers. He felt how wet my pussy was already and just smiled. I literally didn’t have time to think before he put his middle finger inside of me and I felt my pussy grip it hard. The way he fingered was with confidence and complete abandon like he didn’t care how it hurt my pussy (but in a good way). His finger was soaked in my juices when he took it out and he made me lick my juices off him clean – I did happily.

He ordered me to take off my dress and unhook my bra as he sat on the bed. I followed his instructions as if he was my boss and I was working for him. *Why am I doing this, I just met him at the bank 7 hours ago, WTF*, I was thinking as I took off my bra. He pulled me on top of him and started fondling my tits which felt so good. I was letting out tiny moans as he sucked my nipples hard – he pulled each nipple in his mouth and sucked it like it had the elixir of the Egyptian Pharaohs. He sucked them to the point where my dripping pussy was just cascading with juice. If he had told me to bark like a dog like Eddie Murphy did in Coming to America, I would have been barking for dick all night.

As he sucked both of my tits, I straddled him and felt his erection and that bulge was something I will never forget. I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around this cock as I took off his trousers.

What a cock.

The stereotypes about black men are funny but not always true. This man however. Completely and totally true. His cock had to have been about 8 inches or more erect. It was full of large veins – as I put it into his mouth, he jerked back and groaned. I wrapped him into my mouth like a Christmas gift and sucked him like my rent was due. I still miss the feeling of that cock in my mouth. He came after 10 minutes of hardcore sucking and I swallowed his cum happily down my throat. He laid down on the bed for a few moments as he told me he needed to recover. I wiped my mouth and laid next to him, breathing heavily. I was sure this was the end as previous men I had slept with could only go one round and after cumming they slept like lazy guards at a bank. It had to have been just 15 minutes when he grabbed me and told me ‘Assume the position’. I had no idea what he was talking about. I’d slept with a few guys before, but I only did missionary sex and blowjobs – at the time, I was very inexperienced and just had a few fucks with boyfriends. He was standing over me on the bed, naked, his cock fully hard and erect – it looked like black concrete, that’s how hard it was.

‘You’ve never done doggie style’ he asked.

‘No’ I said shyly.

‘Want to give it a go?’

I just nodded and whispered yes. His tone of voice was almost kind and gentle which was a total contrast to how he fingered me. I thought it was going to be slow when he finally entered my pussy. I watched him put on a condom that he took from his trousers and I turned around in doggie style on the edge of the bed. He slid just a small portion of his cock in my pussy and he grunted and groaned as he made me take his full length. Just taking the first part of his dick was the sweetest agony I have ever felt in my life. As he pierced the first ring of my vaginal canal, it was almost like an out of body experience – so erotic, so sweet yet painful in the sexiest way.

I was trying to be quiet, because I didn’t want my flat mate to hear me. His dick was absolutely filling me up like nothing I have had before. Previous boyfriends were so vanilla and only ever fucked me in missionary. Each thrust was introducing my body to new grooves inside my pussy. He had to have felt them too. I was panting like a dog in heat at this point – he picked up the pace and was pounding me as if I was being punished for something I had done. Each time he pumped into me, I moaned harder.

And harder.

And harder.

I know my flatmate and the neighbours had to have heard me grunting like a whore begging for dick (our flat was half of a terraced house, any UK readers will understand this!). His style of fucking was raw, it was passionate and oddly enough it was pure if that makes sense. At this point, I am begging for him to come so I can get some relief from his incessant pounding of my pussy. It felt so good and when he made my pussy explode with an orgasm, I could feel my inner thigh muscles trembling like a leaf in the wind. I began to slump down with my orgasm, he continued to thrust and pump away. After a few minutes, that’s when he pulled me up and grabbed my tits as he came with his final thrust into my pussy. He collapsed on top of me as we both breathed heavily on top of each other. When he pulled out his cock from my pussy, I could feel air brushing past my pussy. I know I felt loose and open because that thing stretched me out like nothing I have ever experienced before or since. I hate to admit it, but I loved how stretched out my pussy was and I was obsessed with how loose he made me – it made me feel like a dirty whore. We both turned to lie on our backs to catch our breath for a few minutes.

My phone vibrated. As I reached over for my phone, he slid down and started to lick my pussy and suck all of my juices from my pussy. I couldn’t believe this was happening – I’d never had someone even want to go near my pussy after I came. He stroked his tongue up and down my pussy crack, slurping my juices into his mouth. My arms started shaking as I checked to read the text message and I began groaning and moaning. My flatmate wrote an expletive laden message with the following burned in my brain:

“You are a fucking whore. You fucked this guy on the same day, I know it. I want to talk to you once he leaves. You are a wench and our neighbours definitely heard you moaning like a whore”

*Yes guys, she really did say wench lmao!*

She was kind of right – I did fuck him literally the same day I met him (or did he fuck me?) but woah if this was what being slutty feels like, he can use me any day of the week. Instead of making me feel ashamed, reading that message while he ate my pussy just made me cum even harder. I giggled as I came and turned over while we both laid in the bed together. He read the text she sent me while I stroked his cock as our post-doggie high melted away. He just chuckled back and whispered that she probably wanted to be invited in with us. Maybe she did.

As I watched him get dressed while I lay on the bed, I took stock of what I did. I broke my cardinal rule – ***never fucking a guy on the first date or the first time I met him***. Yet here I am fucking him within hours of meeting. As he put on his jacket, he looked on my bedside table and saw a faded picture of my parents and my rosary which was next to the picture.

“You are Catholic?”

“Yeah…why?”

“I am too – we always atone for what we do later right? ” – he smiled with a laugh.

I responded back with a smile because he is right, we do.

When I walked him out, my flatmate opened her door to look at us. As we kissed at the door, I couldn’t wait to do it again. I knew she was going to scream at me (she was barking mad you guys) but the orgasms and thrill of having my first ever doggie style session would make up for it. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life and it helped me to understand – never judge a book by its’ cover.

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Epilogue – I never got the chance to fuck him again though sadly even though I still masturbate to this experience years after it happened. Turns out he had a girlfriend and she was definitely suspicious of him because she read his messages and she contacted me once before asking me if I fucked her man! She went a bit nuts and asked me many questions about whether I sucked his dick. Lol it’s kind of bitchy but I told her I did suck him and fuck him too, and she’s lucky to have him. Bitchy I know LOL. A few years passed when he contacted me again on Facebook hoping to fuck again but I wasn’t in the country. Ironically, we have been back in touch again. He has a new girlfriend and whenever I am back in town, he told me that I should feel free to join him and his girlfriend. Maybe…Maybe one day I will be his unicorn?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95ptbf/fm_the_cashier_who_served_me_at_the_bank_and_i

6 comments on “[FM] The cashier who served me at the bank and I served him my pussy the same day

  1. I only got a free pen from my bank, you got a free penis – how much money was in your account that got you that service? !

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