Accidental Cuckold Ch 07

2015

Seattle, WA

I was not pleased. I had completed an audit of a bank in Seattle, which resulted in the arrest of the manager and several employees. Instead of getting my usual reward and hitting the road in search of new adventures I was stuck managing that very bank until they found a replacement.

I suspected that my reward of being kept of at this branch had to do with the owners in the Barclay Islands.

"How did I end up here?" I asked myself looking into a mirror I had found in the desk of the former manager.

"Excuse me?" Said a woman walking into my new office. "Are you in charge of this branch?"

I sighed then smiling I stood up to shake her hand. "Why yes I am, please had a seat!"

"Bobby, get in here!" She hissed smiling back at me.

A man of average height with brown hair and blue eyes with a neatly trimmed goatee entered, he then quickly found a seat. I however only gave him a passing glance, it was her that I was interested in.

She wore a red and black mini-dress that showed off her long pale white legs. Her black heels were very high, which made sense on account of her being so petite.

Her calves were so well shaped I was convinced she was either a soccer player or a kick boxer.

She reminded me of a woman I once fucked along the banks of the Scheldt river near a bridge the Canadians built during World War II. We shagged quickly as her boyfriend wandered around calling out her name as he looked for her.

"There are several things we'd like to go over with you." She said smiling at me.

I smiled back at her, she brushed her shoulder length black and red hair away from her face then proceeded to describe her banking woes. My time in the Dutch Army taught me discipline, but I needed much more than that to keep my eyes from eating her up.

"I see." I replied. "Perhaps we, or I can help you with that."

She laughed softly at that, then placed a hand on top of mine. We looked into each others eyes, what I saw shocked me greatly! I have a great poker face, so I didn't let it show on my face.

The look in her eyes reminded me of that cursed relic I uncovered in Afghanistan during my second tour. She however blinked and the look was gone. I sighed mentally as I realized she was attracted to me without the use of magic.

I half expected her husband to clear his throat to shut our growing flirting down. He however remained quiet in his chair.

"I'm curious to hear what you can do to satisfy us, or me." She said grinning up to me.

The sexual tension in the air was thicker than a Scheldt fog at dawn! I was certain I could suggest lunch or dinner and she would agree to it. I squeezed her hand then took a deep breath before speaking.

"What I propose is this..." I started to say before I heard a distinct sound.

CLICK!!

I got up and ran to my door shutting it slowly.

"What is happening?" Asked the man looking worried at me.

I could see his face turning red with embarrassment, he really thought I was going to do his wife right then and there in the office. There was no time to respond as I switched off the lights and closed the blinds.

The couple stood up, the look on the woman's face was that of anticipation and eagerness. I wish I could tell her that her ambitions were misplaced.

I approached them quickly, then in the blink of an eye I had them both on the ground, and straddled across them.

"What is the meaning of this! Mhpfm!" The husband cried out before I could cover his mouth.

The screaming and shouting outside the room that followed answered his question.

"Everyone!" Shouted a deep and heavily accented Russian voice. "This is a robbery!"

The screams of women were deafening, I could see desire replaced by panic in the eyes of the woman. Oddly enough I could see a redness in her upper chest.

Pulling my hands from their mouths I put a finger to my lips indicating silence. With just my eyes I tried to reassure them. Neither of them screamed, so I assumed I was successful.

The screaming suddenly stopped, then it was followed by more shouting. Some I could make out, like shut up and get down, other stuff was obviously in Russian. My understanding of the language was minimal.

"Проверь офисы!" Shouted a stern female voice.

I knew enough to know that wasn't good for us. I shifted my weight off the husband to the wife, I wanted to get up in a hurry to disarm our assailant when he opened the door.

As I moved my leg from the husband, I was disturbed by what I felt. After several tours in Afghanistan, I saw how men both feared and lusted for combat. I just hadn't actually seen or felt how much one could feel for it.

I could see the shame and humiliation as he turned his beet red face away from me.

There was little time to reflect on this as the door knob started to jiggle. I slowed my breathing then tensed my muscles. I was going to leap up as soon as the door opened. It wasn't a smart plan, but it was a plan none the less.

Time seemed to slow as the assailant outside continued his attempt at entry. I stared down at the woman below me as I mentally prepared myself for what was going to happen.

Her pupils were huge as she gazed back up at me. She seemed worried, but there was something else in those eyes. As we looked at each other her limbs started to embrace me, it was as if I had climbed on top of her for sex, and not to act as a human meat shield.

As her legs wrapped about mine, I could feel those beautiful calves pressing against my own. Her hands gripped my arms, she squeezed my lean runners bicep, then trailed down my body to settle above my hips after which she pulled my pelvis closer to her.

Protection, not dry humping was my goal, or it was until my crotch pressed to hers. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes shut.

"Эта комната заперта." Came the voice outside.

As the foot steps moved away from the office we were in I sighed in relief. The woman below me must have mistaken my intention as she brought her lips to mine.

I am not one to refuse a kiss under any circumstances, the threat of violence was not a hindrance to my ability to perform. I kissed her back slowly, however she did not want it that way. She kissed me deeply and passionately, the way two lovers would kiss after a long separation when they knew they had only moments before parting again.

In the back of my mind I was trying to process what had just happened. The lack of gun shots, or kicked in doors... it didn't add up. The woman below me however had hijacked my brain with her desires for my flesh.

I tried to pull away from her, we were after all in an office with armed men just metres away! Her husband too was so close that I could hear him breathing!

None of that seemed to matter as we occupied our universe of two. We were all that mattered as our kisses became messier. I truly tried to keep quiet, but she had no such worries.

Again I tried to pull away, she however for a petite woman exerted great power as she pulled our bodies closer together. Her hands were everywhere all at once on me, her pelvis lifted from the floor and ground into mine. I was convinced that if I stood up, she would be stuck to my front!

Just like Blaskowitz I knew the only option was surrender, to fight her would be futile. Besides I needed my subconscious mind to digest what was going on outside the room.

I pushed my hips down, grinding my now awakened erection into her up pushed skirt.

"Shhh!" I hissed when she moaned much too loudly.

There was no apology or blushing with her, I knew this was going to be a problem. My current dilemma however was my penis! I was very hard, but I couldn't get it out with her clutching to me.

As if she sensed this the woman below me lowered her hips before reaching out to undo my zipper, then she fished out my rock hard dick. Her skill at cock finding was very impressive, so much so I wondered what she needed the money for, as only strippers and whores would know such a trick.

My penis head touched the fabric of her panties, all I felt was dampness. She was very ready to receive what I had to offer.

I pushed forward with more effort, as if my cock alone could push her panties aside. Her moan of frustration was much too loud for my liking. I wanted to reach down and pull the fabric out of the way, she however was so entangled into my limbs I couldn't move a hand down.

The shriek of a woman pierced the air, it did not hold the same pleasure that the lady below me had. It was followed by shouting.

I thrust forward repeatedly in a vain hope of success. Her moisture dampen my flesh, but I got no further into her love canal. Part of me wanted to ask her husband to reach over and assist, but silence was the name of the game at this point.

Sensing my dilemma, the woman untangled a hand to push into that space between us. I did not mind her roughness as she pulled her soaking wet panties aside. Like a racer who just heard the pistol shot I rushed forward with all my might.

"Oh!!" She gasped as I shoved my cock into her.

She was wet! Not moist, or average wetness, but soaking wet. A survivor from the Walcheren campaign would seem dry compared to her.

"You're so big!" She said between breaths.

Normally I give it to a lady a few inches with each thrust to give her time to adjust. Her excessive wetness by-passed that policy completely! I bottomed out on her on the first thrust. Her grunt of pleasure indicated that was ready for more.

"God!" She moaned. "I so love black cock!"

Fully dressed save for my exposed penis I started to pound away at her pussy. I had forgotten everything! Our situation, even her husband nearby as I hammered my pelvis into hers.

"So much bigger than... My husband!" She cried out snapping me back to reality.

I tried to bring a hand to cover her mouth with no luck! She had me immobilized! Improvising I pressed my lips to hers.

Her moans vibrated quietly against my lips, ensuring our safety however briefly. Outside the room the shouting was intermittent, mostly telling people to shut up, and not to move. I envied their silence.

I will spare you any lies about my performance, she was an amazing lover and under the high stress of the moment I found myself taking deep slow breaths to no avail.

Like a man who may not live another minute I fucked as if I wanted to cum before that minute was over. I shagged her fast and furious in such a manner a jack rabbit would blush!

"Oooommmmffff!!" I grunted into her lips as I came.

"Uuuhhhnnn!!" She moaned too loud for my comfort back into my lips.

I could feel my sperm bursting forth from me, it felt as if the Afsluitdijk were blown up and it's vast quantity of fluid had poured forth. With the recent high pace work environment I had little time to blow off any steam, or get any sort of release.

When our bodies stopped shaking our lips remained pressed together. I truly wanted to lay my head on her chest to sleep until the SWAT team arrested me.

Why I was convinced that in a building full of armed Russian bank robbers I would be the one arrested... well I was probably the only black man...

"That was amazing!" The woman said as she fought for breath.

I had snapped back to reality in time to decide I was ready for round two. I pulled my penis out until only the head remained. I could feel a large glob of cum being yanked out with it.

"Oh?" She remarked as if I had made a racy joke.

Bringing my hips back down forcefully, I hoped that made my intentions clear.

"Oh yes!" She moaned loudly. "Give me more!"

My heart pounded more so in fear than in sexual excitement. Imminent death had a way of doing that to me.

Raising my hips again I slammed back into her. Some men would have called it quits, but I was one to tempt the fates and go against the odds.

"Oh yes!" Said louder still. "I love black cock sooo much!!"

My slow incretions were replaced by a more rapid pace. Now that I had no worries about cumming quickly I was ready to get down to business.

Outside the room things had gotten quiet. At all times I had kept an ear open to potential threats, now with the absence of noise I was truly concerned.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She moaned repeatedly as our bodies came together.

I untangled my arms from her for better leverage, this time she didn't fight me. I propped myself up onto my hands to fuck her harder.

I looked down at her, I didn't know her name, but we had fucked. Her black and red hair was disheveled, her clothes askew and her eyes glazed over with that satisfied look.

Her chest was red, the clear indication that she had came not just once, but repeatedly. With each breath she took her breasts heaved upwards towards me.

I can say without a doubt I was as hypnotized by the curve of her cleavage as if I were under the spell of that cursed necklace!

Reaching down I pulled her top open to reveal a bright red push up bra. It felt like Christmas and my birthday rolled into one.

I pulled down on the cups causing her breasts to pop free, her pink nipples were very erect staring back up at me. I brought my face down to attack them with my tongue and lips.

"Oh yes!" She cried, "fuck me harder!!"

That was too loud for my liking! I swiftly brought my hand up to her face to cover her mouth. I could feel her cumming as she bore down on my penis.

As if having her mouth covered, she took this as a licence to be as loud as possible. A sane man would have asked her to be quiet, but I had the most perfect nipple in the world lodged in my mouth.

Outside the room it remained silent. Perhaps the bank robbers had finally settled down. It didn't seem as if they had heard us.

Feeling brave I fucked that woman harder! I could hear the sound of my testicles shaping against her with each thrust. She didn't know my name, but based on her mumbles she was trying to say what she thought it was.

A loud whining noise rang through the bank. It was followed by rumbles from the hostages, then by shouts from the robbers. I was much too lost in the moment to stop having sex.

The sound was metallic, like a drill or a saw. It would run for a few moments, then silence, only to start up again at irregular intervals.

"Mmmmhhhhffff!" She moaned into my fingers.

I was feasting on one breast while squeezing the other. Her tits were firm and we'll shaped, a true feast! She was clawing at me with such ecstasy that I was plenty glad to be still fully dressed.

When I had reached the point that we either change positions or I cum, I decided to end this. We could always meet up later that night provided I didn't end up in a jail cell.

She too sensed the end was near. She started thrusting her hips into me like a Simonds fighting for a victory to be proud of. I fought to keep her mouth covered as things heated up further!

"Uuuuuggggghhhhh!!" I grunted as I pushed my life creating goo into her uterus.

"Ooooohhhhhh!!" She muffle-moaned into my hand.

I shut my eyes tightly as I came, it was my undoing! I zonked out completely! Sleep overtook my like a blitzkrieg.

Awakened by my snores I could see the woman's husband staring back at me with terror in his eyes. It wasn't the fear of watching his wife have consensual sex right next to him... well perhaps partially.

What I saw in those eyes reminded me of Afghanistan. I once had that same look of terror, fear and sexual energy in me. That was when the light went on in my head.

I reached for the woman's phone which lay nearby.

"Call 9-11." I stated.

"Ok..." She whispered back, perhaps confused at why the man who was still inside her was making such a request.

"Tell them to inform the police that the black man and the naked fellow are not bank robbers and not to shoot them." I said plainly. "Once they say it back to you, please hang up and call again."

"Um..." She said, then giving up she dialed the number.

Her husband looked at me as if he survived Black Friday with mouth open wide open and eyes full of shock. He had just realized which of the two men he was.

"Take your clothes off!" I snapped to the bewildered man.

"What?" He replied in a confused whisper.

I was still balls deep in his wife and still very hard. My two minute power nap had given me the clarity I needed to figure out the situation. All the evidenced pointed towards the same thing.

"Get them off now!" I barked louder, but not loud enough to attract attention. "You won't like it if I tell you again!"

I kissed the woman as she spoke to the emergency operator, then withdrew from her. She didn't seem upset at my words to her husband, just curious.

"W-w-what is going on?" He tried to say.

SLAP!!

Rang out as my hand connected with his cheek. He was doubly stunned by what had just happened. I however was dead serious and the time for fooling around was past.

"Hurry up!" I declared. "Stop being a sissy and get your clothes off!"

"Bobby!" She snapped covering the phone. "Do as the bank manager says!"

He rubbed his cheek as he sullenly removed his garments. Confusion and shame filled his face.

SLAP!!

"Ow!" He said much too loud for our situation. "What was that for!"

"Shhhh!!" Shushed his wife before saying. "Yes, I'll hold..."

I wanted to slap him again, but it was apparent that he wouldn't cry, I hoped my plan would still work. He stood up to undo his belt, then hesitated. I moved closer, that was all it took, he was naked before I could strike him.

"Don't make jokes." He said covering himself.

I could now see the reason for his shame, he was still excited from before, this was better than tears!

"You get off from bank robberies?" I said. "Is that it?"

"No!" He snapped back.

"Is it being yelled at by another man?" I demanded.

"No!" He fumed.

"Is it from just having watched you wife get fucked twice by a successful black man?" I asked with what I was sure was a smug look on my face.

He opened his mouth, I however ignored him as I picked up my cell phone and hit the speed dial for my lawyer; one doesn't go into bank auditing without a back-up plan.

"Get to the police station and bring a change of clothes." I said sternly before hanging up.

At that moment I felt like some sort of sergeant Hurwitz barking out commands.

"Hey small stuff," I teased. "Get your socks off too."

His wife snickered as she finally spoke to the 9-11 operator.

"I'm not small!" He protested.

He was right, for a man his height and race, he was average. I however needed him on edge.

"Let's go!" I said opening the door. "You first boner-boy."

"Huh?" He said.

I was too far away to slap him, I instead shot him my deadliest glance. He started walking.

"They got the message." The wife said from under my desk.

"Good, now keep calling them until the SWAT team arrives." I said giving the husband a shove.

"Where are you both going?" She asked.

I filled my pockets with the plastic zap-straps we used for closing money bags, they weren't perfect, but they'd do. I then grabbed a roll of American nickels which I kept in a closed fist. I didn't reply to her as I shut the door, she wouldn't have liked the answer.

"So now what?" The husband asked standing next to me naked and erect.

"You go surrender." I said crouching and moving off. "Oh! keep your hands in the air so they won't shoot you"

"Great!" He said putting his hands up.

His loud exasperation was all it took, a blonde haired man with an MP5 approached him with his weapon at the ready. I had circled around and was out of sight.

"Hey!" Yelled the blonde man pointing his gun at the husband.

"I... uh... give up." He replied sticking his hands further in the air.

The gunman saw how excited his new friend was to see him and started laughing. The husband looked down at the ground in shame.

"Rogatii kozyol!!" Exclaimed the armed man between laughs.