Perfume Ch. 02

Mercifully, Rob pulled his cock out of her mouth just when she thought she was going to choke to death.

Her relief was short-lived as he pushed himself in her throat once again. He pumped his hips relentlessly and withdrew, leaving Octavia struggling for air.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking you with your boyfriend just outside my door," Rob said as he rubbed his dick over her lips and face.

"Get up...turn around...and spread your legs," he said roughly as he removed his shirt.

Octavia did as she was told, turning to bend over the desk. Rob pulled her dress off and massaged her ass. Then he delivered a few, solid smacks to her cheeks, turning them red.

Her ass was thick for such a small girl. Rob liked that.

She hissed and gyrated on the desk in anticipation.

He slid his finger inside of her pussy and confirmed what he already knew. She was dripping wet.

Removing his finger, Rob pushed his cock into Octavia until he was balls deep.

"Shiiiit," she wailed. He didn't give her time to adjust to his length, but began to punish Octavia's pussy with his hard strokes.

"Unh, unh, unh...fuck my pussy," she moaned as she gripped the edges of his desk.

He grunted as her body squeezed his cock. Savoring the feeling, he slowed down, circling his hips painstakingly.

Octavia wondered if she could die from bliss.

Rob ran his hands over her back and shoulders, and around to cup both her breasts.

"Tell me how much you like Bori dick, Octavia," he said quietly.

"Mmmm...I love your dick, Rob," she moaned. "Please, fuck me harder with that big, Puerto Rican cock!"

Rob abruptly pulled out of her and wrapped her hair around his fist. He led her across the room and pushed her onto her back on one of the couches.

Kneeling between her legs, he grabbed her thighs, and pulled her to him so that her ass was on the edge of the cushion. Rob rubbed his head along Octavia's clit, then slammed into her once again, and began to roughly ride her. The wet sounds of fucking and heavy breathing filled the room.

Beads of sweat dripped off of Rob onto Octavia as he quickened the pace.

He was going to come. He reached between their bodies and fingered her nub, bringing her closer to her own climax.

Octavia didn't think she had ever been sexed like this.

"Oh my God," she cried.

As Rob continued to assault her clit, she began to spasm violently, coming all over his dick.

"OH MY GOOOOOOOD!" she shrieked.

At the familiar tightening of his nuts Rob withdrew his member. He stood over Octavia and squirted his hot liquid all over her body.

He had as good as marked his territory.

Arrogantly, he rubbed his come all over her breasts, and pushed two fingers into her mouth. Octavia sucked them hungrily.

Looking down at his handy work, Rob smirked. She was in a daze.

He chuckled smugly.

"Our talk went very well. I want you to understand that you are to do what I say, when I say it...no questions asked. Whenever I need to see you I'll send for you. There's a bathroom right there. Clean up, and then you can let yourself out," he said.

Octavia got up and made her way to the other side of the bookshelves where Rob had said there would be a bathroom. She couldn't believe how she had been dismissed...just like that.

She didn't know what was worse: his callousness or the fact that she was completely turned on by it.

She did know one thing, though. He had enjoyed himself as much as she did; and he would definitely be coming back for more. She was sure of it.

Before she closed the door, Rob issued one more command.

"Octavia," he said, calmly. She stuck her head out the door.

"I'm not a man who shares. So nobody else should be fucking your pussy but me."

"Nobody," he emphasized.

"Okay," she said quietly. Closing the door, she fought to contain a squeal of delight.

Oh, yes...he would be coming back for more.

***

As Octavia withdrew funds for another customer, her pussy trembled at the thought of Rob.

That man knew how to make her body sing the way no other man could. He was rough, and thorough, just the way she liked it.

This brought her thoughts to her second reason for keeping up this charade as a bank teller.

Her man.

Well, Rob wasn't exactly her man yet, but she knew it was inevitable.

Since that first day when they had fucked in his study, Rob had been insatiable.

After his brother Mike had given his approval for the job, they all were frequently in close quarters with each other.

And true to his word, Rob sent for Octavia regularly. He came up with bullshit reasons to send Greer off somewhere, and then proceeded to seduce her in just about every room in his immaculate home.

Octavia had big plans for when they pulled off this robbery. She planned to tell Greer to kick rocks so that she could be with Rob.

Of course, she hadn't talked to Rob about that yet, but everything in time. How could he not want her when all she had to do was walk in the room and watch his eyes glow with lust?

Yes...when this was all over, she would have it all. Her money and her man. Then she could really start enjoying life.

***

Octavia looked at the clock on the wall. On cue, the silver minivan pulled up in front of the bank. Adrenaline rushed through her veins...it was show time.

Finally, after a year of plans, meetings, maps, and the men demanding information of her...it all was going to come together. All their hard work had come down to the next several minutes.

Like clockwork, the old security guard, Larry, left his post a full seven minutes early. He never bothered to wait on his relief to arrive first; and today, that would work to his detriment.

Octavia had noticed Larry's bad habit months ago. Rob had instructed her to watch for seemingly small details like this. They needed every bit of leverage that would get them in and out of that bank in as little time as possible; and with as little violence.

The seven minutes that the bank had no security guard was precious; and it always happened just one minute after the patrol car and armored truck had left. Finally a little luck!

Octavia grinned triumphantly. Larry's slackness was going to aid them in making this robbery successful.

However, her pleasure was short-lived as she caught a movement at the back of the line.

It was impossible to miss the tall figure of that customer from earlier...Eric had been his name.

There was no way she could forget a man so damn sexy. He hadn't given her the time of day when she'd flirted with him.

She couldn't blame him. She wouldn't pay herself any attention either, looking the way she did.

What she saw next made her freeze. Eric's back was to her, but she was almost certain that he'd seen the minivan pull up with the four masked men inside.

He was saying something to someone; and Octavia watched as he grabbed some bitch by the hand and pulled her to the restrooms.

Fuck! Octavia didn't know what to do. She cursed herself for depositing that $500 into Greer's account. She'd known the heist was going down today, and had done it as a final "Fuck You" to the bank.

She had not counted on Eric discovering her "mistake" so quickly; but obviously he did find out and had gotten back in line to straighten it out.

She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid. What's worse, Rob would have her ass for being so reckless.

She had to fix this before anybody found out what she'd done.