My name is Trisha and I finally decided to get out of the house and start working again as I was getting bored as a housewife at the age of 50. I was excited to find a bank teller job at this small town bank in Pennsylvania and have been working there for the past few weeks now.
It was a Saturday morning and I had gotten called in on my day off because the other Teller, Judy was out sick. Which also meant the assistant bank manager was there too working right beside me. His name was Vernon and was about 10 years older than me. He was fully gray with white streaks in his slicked back Italian hair which he would dye brown once a year. As I strolled in I saw Vernon opening the registers to count the cash.
"Good morning Vern!"
Vern was ogling my breasts that were clearly outlined by my attire clinging to every inch of my body.
"Hey there Trish! Love the new outfit, but do you think it's work appropriate?"
"Oh sorry...should I go home to change? It's just with my body type, everything seems more revealing."
He continued to stare to my chest just like most husbands do. I love knowing when guys are watching me as they're thinking about having their way me. His large wrinkly hand was lingering on my back rubbing my straining bra hooks through my shirt. My bra barely contained my large breasts which stretched out my tight blouse outlining my bra fat that my shoulder straps created. In this day and age I've found that men love it when I wear outfits that hug my curves instead of hiding them. They seem to be embracing BBW's more often now, but I still think I could lose a few pounds.
The morning was fairly dead with only a few customers trickling through the doors. Working next to Vern was always more annoying when it was slow. For instance, he would slide behind me from register to register counting the drawer after each transaction he'd conduct. It wasn't a big deal as he'd barely grind my generous butt with his crotch. He was your typical old man pervert. I could feel his eyes glued to my extra large hourglass shape when I'd wiggle to the ladies room or crossed my thick thighs on my lunch break. I have zero thigh gap so they created some friction whenever I'd walk resulting in runs in my pantyhose.
Vern would sometimes gaze in my direction and when our eyes would meet he'd look away. I didn't think I was that intimidating being on the curvier side and having three grown kids that were already out of the house. I've been self conscious about my weight, double chin, and my ass jiggling any time I took a step. If you're wondering about my measurements, I'm 5'3", with a 45 inch bust and a 58 inch ass.
Today I had my graying hair up in a high messy ponytail and was generous with the makeup. My hoop earrings were dangling off my ear lobes and my Tiffany necklace matched my wedding ring. I was wearing a tight beige long sleeve with a plunging neckline creating an eye popping 5 inch cleavage line exposing part of my cream colored bra.
My red flared skirt would normally be at knee length, but my protruding rear caused it to rise up a few inches exposing my thick thighs. I had on transparent black nylons which continually had runs by my inner thighs and a growing hole that my gigantic ass stretched out. I wore a pair of tan flats to complete my wardrobe.
Vern had cranked the thermostats up to 75 degrees so I had been sweating and uncomfortable all day at work. Luckily it was almost closing time so I'd be able to cool off outside soon. Just a few more minutes of him behind me with his crotch grazing my large buttocks. Normally I didn't mind since I could barely feel his small pecker, but today it felt different. It was not only harder but much bigger too.
He lingered behind me for a few seconds leaning over to replace the pens on the counter pushing his erection further into my deep 10 inch ass crack. He repulsed me, but when he started flat out groping me, I was actually getting a little turned on.
I turned my head back towards him and tilted my reading glasses down towards the bridge of my nose eyeing him. "Vern, are you enjoying yourself?" I awkwardly laughed waiting to see if he'd deny it.
He looked slightly embarrassed, "Haha ok you got me. I like curvy women and you sure do you check all those boxes."
"Aren't you married?"
"Yes ma'am, but something tells me you like that."
I turned my head back towards him again, "Are you calling me a slut?" I opened my mouth in a sarcastic way acting shocked.
"Hey...prove me wrong." He winked back and grinned.
We both chuckled a little, but then I bit my lower lip seductively. I could feel his dick hardening and growing as his pants started to teepee. I reached back and tugged on his cock through his trousers pushing it further in between my butt cheeks. I let out a sultry sigh. Vern grunted under his breath, but he pulled back abruptly and mumbled he had to go grab something from his office.
When Vern stepped away out back, I finally got a chance to count my drawer. Twenty minutes went by quickly and then it was only five minutes to closing time. I was hoping no one else would come through but of course this man walked in two minutes before we closed. He was dressed in black wearing a ski mask acting very anxious. This strange man then quietly whispered to me, "empty your drawers". I was frightened, but I also couldn't quite hear what he said so had asked him to repeat himself. He walked slowly over behind the desk to get closer to me. His hand was shaking, struggling to point a gun at me and then suddenly he dropped it.
Stunned momentarily, I quickly snapped out of it and I bent over to grab the gun which landed right in front of me. We both went for it and were struggling to gain control of the pistol from each other. Luckily Vern popped his head out of his office when he heard the commotion and immediately ran over to tackle the bank robber. Unfortunately, he missed the robber completely when he tripped and rammed into my behind instead which lunged me forward to fall on top of this stranger. Although he hadn't intended to, his clumsiness knocked the gun out of our hands landing 10 feet away from us.
I was bracing my self on the floor straddling the robber with my large bosom pouring over his masked face. "Sorry...I have a big chest!". This stranger didn't seem to mind, in fact I could feel him getting aroused. All the while Vern's semi-hard cock was pressed into the crack of my enormous ass. I tried to squeeze my way out of this man sandwich they had me in, but I couldn't budge.
The robber decided he might as well give it a shot and lifted my tight blouse over my huge saggy tits. He proceeded to grab my low hanging jugs licking the tops of them and massaging my breasts in their large silky bra cups. Then he yanked them out my bra cups and started sucking on my tits.
At first I was shocked at what was happening and tried stopping them. I yelled, "Hey guys! Stop that! Vern, go call the police!". Neither of them listened and continued to enjoy my body for their own pleasure.
I submissively gave into what they wanted to do to me. I started moaning, "Oh yeah boys! Am I gettin' you hard?!"
Vern shoved my skirt over my big rump as he crammed his hard-on into my ass crack. "Mmm yeah baby tear a hole in my pantyhose!" I seductively moaned to him. Vern didn't hesitate and forcefully tore a sizable hole over my rear. I let out a surprised gasp. I turned my head back towards him and moaned, "you ready to fuck my fat ass hun?!" He pulled my silk panties to the side, spit on his dick, and easily slid into my sweaty ass. His thrusts were slow at first, but then he started fucking my ass harder. He slapped my huge booty a couple of times. I felt my cellulite covered ass continue to jiggle for a few seconds.
