Don Scott - Daughter on top

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Powers is unable to see you at the moment. However, you can see Mr. Burns, if you'd like."

"Who's he?"

"Mr. Burns is the vice president of our bank. I'm certain he can help you with whatever you need."

"May I see him?"

Alexandra was led to a glass-walled office toward the rear of the bank. The office, Alexandra noted, allowed Mr. Burns to oversee his employees while remaining away from them. Alexandra was well aware of how hierarchy worked in the military, but it was mildly surprising to her to find it worked in very much the same way at a bank.

"It's good to meet you, Miss Wolfe," the vice president said, walking around his desk as Alexandra was led in. He extended his hand and Alexandra shook it. "Please, have a seat and we can talk."

Alexandra took one of the two chairs that faced his desk. She crossed her legs at the knee and pulled her dress a little higher on her thighs. It couldn't hurt to show the bank's vice president a little, she thought. For a moment she pondered the effect it would have on a man like Burns if she should hike her dress up and reattach the garter straps to her white silk stockings. He'd probably cum right in his pants, Alexandra thought.

Burns folded his hands on the desk and leaned forward. He had a smile on his face, and Alexandra hated him for it. He said, "Now what can I help you with?"

Alexandra took her time, carefully describing how payments from her father and other neighbors had mysteriously been lost at the bank, or delayed so that they appeared to be late. Alexandra explained that she wasn't going to accept this kind of treatment from a bank, or from anyone else for that matter. She stated that the harassment was, going to stop, and it was going to stop immediately.

When she was finished, she looked straight into the vice president's eyes and said, "Those are the fads, Mr. Burns. It's as simple as that."

"Well, those are what you call the facts. The bank sees the facts differently. We see your father, and his neighbors, as people who owe this bank money and are consistently late on making their payments. And furthermore, the only way you'll ever get this issue resolved is if you speak with Mr. Powers, this bank's president, about it."

"Fine. Let me talk to him."

Mr. Burns smiled in an ugly, abusive way. "The only way you can see Mr. Powers is if I let you see Mr. Powers. Now tell me something, Miss Wolfe, why should I let you see him? What's in it for me?"

Alexandra glanced over her shoulder, looking through the glass to the interior of the bank. There were too many people working and milling about for her to do much of anything without drawing attention to herself. Fortunately, the glass walls of the office started at about waist high. Below that was fine, highly polished oak paneling. If she was on her hands and knees, she couldn't be seen.

Alexandra's icy blue eyes bore into Mr. Burns. As she looked him straight in the eyes, her fingertips were pulling the hem of her white dress above the tops of her, stockings.

"I can be good to you!" Alexandra whispered. Her mind was spinning, working smoothly, clicking off the possibilities of what she could do to the bank vice president without being seen by any of the employees or customers. "Mr. Burns, if you let me see Mr. Powers, I promise you that I'll be very, very grateful!"

Mr. Burns' eyes got wider. He looked down at Alexandra's legs and she uncrossed her knees. She spread her legs and slipped her right hand between her thighs, touching the pink lips of her cunt through her white bikini panties. Mr. Burns sighed softly when he saw Alexandra begin massaging her pussy, working her fingertips in a circular motion over her cunt.

"How grateful?" he asked in a quivering voice.

"So grateful that I'd give you the best blowjob you've ever had in your entire life. That's how grateful I'd be."

"Talk is cheap, Miss Wolfe. Action speaks louder than words."

Alexandra pretended to drop something. Bending down to pick up the imaginary object, Alexandra slipped off her chair onto the floor. She stretched her body out flat, feeling the carpet scrape against her nipples through her dress. Warm tingles came from her nipples, seeping throughout Alexandra's curvy body. She realized that her nipples had grown hard and erect. It was not the creep, Mr. Burns, who excited her, it was the danger of sucking him off with so many people around who could catch her in the act. She was going to suck Mr. Burns off, taking his cock into her mouth to work her lips on his prick until he squirted his cum down her throat. She'd do it and enjoy it because it was a daring adventure, not because Mr. Burns was handsome or erotic.

Crawling on her belly, Alexandra moved as swiftly as she dared around the desk, until she was beside Mr. Burns.

"Get under the desk," the vice president said. "And you'd better suck cock as good as you say you do, Miss Wolfe. I can back out on our deal any time I want to."

"I'm the best cock-sucker in the world," Alexandra said saucily, secure in her ability to make any man enjoy one of her blow-jobs.

Alexandra waited until Mr. Burns had moved out of the way before she crawled under the brightly polished oak desk. She curled her legs beneath her, spreading her knees wide apart. She felt her clit begin to tingle, and it bothered her a little because she didn't want to get turned on by being with a man like Mr. Burns.

Alexandra's hands moved with ease as she unbuckled Mr. Burns' belt and opened his slacks. He raised his hips for a second and in that time, Alexandra tugged his pants down to his ankles. She was not disappointed when she pulled his underwear down and saw his cock for the first time. Mr. Burns' prick wasn't overly large, but it wasn't small, either. It would be a nice morsel of cock-meat for her to satisfy her oral cravings with.

"I'm going to suck you dry!" Alexandra whispered, speaking just loud enough so that Mr. Burns could hear her, but so her voice wouldn't carry out of the glass-walled office. "And when I'm finished with you, I'm going to fuck your boss until he can't see straight!"

Alexandra opened her lips and took the cock head into her mouth. She curled her tongue around the soft shaft of Mr. Burns' prick as the meat began twitching and growing. It took only a couple seconds for Alexandra to suck Mr. Burns' prick into a raging hard-on that filled her mouth completely.

"Mmmmmmm!" Alexandra moaned, determined to give the bank's vice president the best blowjob he'd ever had in his life.

When Alexandra pulled her head up, holding just the tip of the cock-head between her lips so that she could flick her tongue against Mr. Burns' pinhole, her head bumped against the underside of his desk. Alexandra cooed sultrily, finding herself getting more turned on than she had ever expected to. It was exciting to her to have her lips wrapped around a man's cock while she could get caught, at any moment, by many people.

"Ohhh! Very, very nice!" Mr. Burns sighed, speaking the words loud enough so that only Alexandra could hear what he was saying.

Sitting on the backs of her high-heeled shoes, Alexandra spread her knees wider apart. Her dress pulled up to the tops of her thighs. She slipped her right hand between her legs, hiking her dress higher still, and touched the tingling lips of her cunt through her panties. The heat and wetness of her pussy could be felt, and Alexandra shivered with delight. She threw her face down, gulping Mr. Burns' prick into her mouth until his cock-head was wedged into her throat, moaning her approval of the meaty invasion.

Alexandra struggled with herself to relax her throat muscles, and she was pleased when her lips slipped down the last couple inches of Mr. Burns' bone-hard prick. Holding all of his cock in her mouth and throat, Alexandra twisted her face around, rubbing his balls with her chin. She continued to deep-throat the bank vice president's prick as she worked her finger inside the leg-hole of her panties and thrust it between her wet, itching cunt-lips.