I then looked down at Rhonda, whose big blue eyes were staring up at me. “Hmm hmmm,” she said, quietly thanking me as the first of these Chinese men grabbed her head with both hands and started pummeling the back of her throat with all his might. These three wok cocks gang fucked her throat for more than twenty minutes straight; the first one for about thirty seconds, then the next, then the third, and then back to the first, and so on.

All Rhonda could do was rest her hands gently on their knees and accept this pounding: “Hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh…” was all she could say. But finally, the first shot his load into her mouth, followed quickly by the second and third. She didn’t swallow anything until she had all three loads in her mouth. And, even then, she didn’t get to swallow because Mr. Millar shoved his cock in her mouth as soon as she opened up to show off her mouthful. Luckily, he shot off quickly, and then she swallowed everything. One of the Chinese men then needed to pee, but it was more complicated for Mr. Millar to explain where the bathroom was than letting him use Rhonda’s mouth as a urinal.

“Is okay?” he asked her.

“Of course!” she answered brightly.

She just held him softly inside her mouth and waited. We knew he was pissing when Rhonda’s cheeks suddenly puffed out. She leaked a little bit; but not much, swallowing virtually everything. Mr. Millar then motioned for the other two to use Rhonda if they needed to, and Rhonda herself waved them over happily. Two more bladders full of piss later, she was standing up and bowing to them again. Very, very cute!

Needless to say, I was more than pleased when it was my turn to tickle Rhonda’s tonsils with my rod. Again she thanked me for having told the three Chinese men to bang away.

“Do I get to ‘bang away’ too?” I asked.

“Of course,” she answered sweetly as she deftly eased my dick out of my boxers for human consumption.

And bang away I did. But, through it all, Rhonda also lovingly sucked me, her soft, warm lips wrapped gently around my cock, even as I plunged her throat. At one point, I thrust my cock all the way down her throat and held her there with one hand while I reached down with the other to fondle her lovely little ass.

“Hgggggmmmmm. Hgggggggmmmmmmmmmm!” she gagged, playfully wiggling her bum under my hand. Knowing how attached she was to her elderly grandmother, standing up straight but still holding her head firmly against my crotch, I then played a little trick on her. Using my cell phone, I called her grandma and then handed the phone down to Rhonda as soon as a voice answered, and before saying anything myself. The volume on my phone was up as load as it could be, so I heard her grandma’s voice saying - “Hello? Hello? Is that you, Ronnie?” while Rhonda tried desperately to say anything.

“Hgggggmmmmm. Hgggggggmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

Grandma knew what was going on, of course, because I’d done this before.

“Are you stuffing my granddaughter’s throat again?” she asked calmly when I finally retrieved the phone from Rhonda and said “Hi, Grandma.” I told her I was, and she became the second person that day to tell Rhonda to ‘have fun!’

“You know it’s her birthday today, don’t you?” she then asked me.

I told her that I hadn’t known that, which was true.

“So you make SURE that Ronnie’s mouth gets REALLY porked today!” grandma said.

“I will, Grandma,” I promised her, sincerely.

“Happy birthday, Ronnie!” I said to Rhonda after I’d hung up from grandma and started pounding her throat again.

“Hgggggggggggmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” Rhonda replied.

As it turns out, all the other girls in the office DID know it was Rhonda’s birthday. Consequently, as much fun as she had had that morning, she was in for three even BIGGER and BETTER surprises that afternoon, in addition to the three more mouthfuls of cum I’d give her before the day was through.

The first of these surprises showed up right after I had had my lunch. Rhonda, of course, had been ‘nibbling’ all day and didn’t stop for a formal lunch. Instead, she went around from office to office continuing to feast on employee and customer alike. But it was a seven foot black basketball player who really started her afternoon off right. He was so tall that she either had to stand up and bend over to reach him, or kneel fully upright on a little cushion, both of which she did, and both of which brought her entire face, from the neck up, above the level of frosted glass on the walls of the office she was in (where white frosted glass on the lower half of the glass wall turned to clear glass on the upper half). What this meant is that everyone in the main part of the bank could see what Rhonda was doing... with virtually all the guys before this guy, the top of Rhonda’s head might be seen bobbing back and forth above the frosted glass. But now, her full face and mouth were in full view for EVERYONE to see. AND this guy’s cock was so long that, when he went down her throat, he REALLY went down her throat.

Again, his height and length meant that everyone in the bank got to watch and enjoy this huge black snake being guided into Rhonda’s mouth, sometimes with her standing, sometimes with her kneeling fully upright, until it totally disappeared, her nose touched black belly skin, and we all knew that this girl had cock down her throat at least 6 inches past her tonsils. And, of course, he held her there for quite awhile every time, so I could get dozens of pretty pictures with my digital still-camera and still pick my videocam up from the desk where I had aimed it at her, so I could get other angles and close-ups too. I even sometimes went over onto the other side of the glass partition, into the main bank area, so that I could catch some pictures of what it looked like from the perspective of all those watching from the teller lines; and this REALLY made people in line notice her, if they hadn’t already. Rhonda hadn’t realized quite how visible she’d been until I showed her these pictures later (she just laughed, of course).

Another time when our 7-foot star was one foot down her throat, I kidded that it would be a perfect time to call her Mom, and again pulled out my cell phone.

“Should I send her some pictures too?” I asked Rhonda, showing her the camera feature my phone had.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked me, brightly.

“Of course I can,” I assured her.

And so I sent Mom several nice pictures, and even forwarded some to her email inbox.

Again, Rhonda just gurgled and frothed at the mouth; but she dutifully posed for each picture, and carried an admittedly one-sided conversation with her Mom (Rhonda did all the listening) for several minutes while Mom told her how proud she was of her, and how she was forwarding all the pictures I had sent her to ALL the family and ALL Rhonda’s friends.

After this giant had filled Rhonda’s mouth with a giant load and she had swallowed it, the pretty blonde commented how it had felt like she was blowing a horse, a comment that she certainly would laugh about when her second big surprise showed up; because it WAS a horse; in fact, more than one.

Yes, one of the girls in the office had a brother in the police force, and she had him make contact with the Mounties to see if any one of them wanted to ride down and open an account “and have you BOTH fuck the mouth of a really cute blonde.” Of course, several officers jumped at the chance; but sadly, only three were given permission to ride their mounts down to the bank on this day. Rhonda met the three officers in Paul’s office, where she blew them all, not yet knowing that they had their steeds outside. But, as she diligently blew them, talk turned to their three horses.

“Hmm hmm?” Rhonda asked, her tone as full of hope as I’d ever heard.

“Yup! We rode them down here.”

And, of course, Paul mentioned Brutus and pointed out the two pictures of Rhonda with Brutus on the wall; and Rhonda knew what was up.

“You do horses too, don’t you Rhonda?” Paul asked her, slyly.

“Hmm hmmmm!!!” she nodded emphatically, suddenly VERY excited. She hadn’t before, but she could definitely start. Of course, the horses couldn’t come into the bank, so after Rhonda swallowed all the semen and sperm the three Mounties had to spoon out, she was led outside, where the three horses were tied up next to the bicycle rack.
“They’re beautiful!” Rhonda said, petting their faces.

Soon, she was kneeling for the first of the police officers’ three mounts on a grass strip between the bank and the parking lot. And that’s when Mom and Grandma actually showed up… they’d been told all about this big surprise for Rhonda and wanted to take pictures of their own.

“She used to be so afraid of horses when she was little,” Mom told everyone, and we all laughed.

“Not anymore,” I said, filming Rhonda kneeling under the first big stallion.

“Hmm hmmmm,” Rhonda confirmed. Sure, she’d been a little intimidated getting down on her knees so close to the first one’s huge hind end. But once she had him in her mouth, he was just like any other guy… except that his member was two feet long, as thick as a post, and could spew more fluid than fifty guys put together. It was so much fun for her trying to do to the horse what she’d done to the basketball player. The horse was so long and so thick. But she was determined, and did very well indeed, especially with Mom and Grandma and a rapidly swelling crowd cheering her on. The secret was using both of her hands to stroke the horse’s length while her mouth applied suction at the end, so that the rod got and stayed hard, and then really relaxing her throat, breathing deep, and slowwwwly leaning forward. Of course, the stroking itself tended to plunge the end back and forth in her mouth and, finally, her throat; but she still bobbed her head too. Ultimately, she was rewarded with at least a usual day’s volume of sticky white fluid from each animal, which she thirstily swallowed down.

Rhonda’s final surprise, and in some ways the best of all, came last. It was a big black pimp named Rufus, opening a huge new account, who just happened to be looking for a new girl. Rhonda was very excited as she was introduced to him and all this was explained to her. She immediately dropped to her knees to give him the blowjob of his life. And he certainly was impressed. Yes… he could DEFINITELY keep Rhonda busy.

“When do you want her to start?” Brian asked Rufus.

“I could use her tonight,” the black pimp answered. “Could I take her right after this?”

Rhonda’s eyes peered up at her boss, nervously.

“On your birthday?” Brian asked her.

“Hmm hmmmm!” she nodded briskly. Being able to work as a street whore would be the BEST birthday present ever!

And so it was that Rhonda left with Rufus, to the cheers of all the other bank staff, after she swallowed the pimp’s load. But not before she had blown me one last time. You see, my pictures apparently had been what had convinced Rufus to come down to the ‘nice part of town’ in the first place, and she definitely wanted to thank me. Now, she was off to have fun as a street hooker downtown. Her nice pinstripe pants she would leave behind in a drawer in my desk, of course. She didn’t want to get them dirty kneeling on a cum-soiled blanket in a parking lot. So no more panty-line! Instead, all she would wear below the waist would be her baby blue satin bikini panties and black heels, and of course her tight white sweater, and her hair still in a ponytail. This was a really cute look that, along with the fact that Rufus was being nice enough to start her off on the busiest corner in town, was sure to keep her on her knees having fun and making money for Rufus all night long.

Now, one month later, Rhonda is one of Rufus’ regulars, working several nights a week and loving it. But she also still works full time at the bank, and now she’s having more fun than ever. You see, though she had the day off after working her first night with Rufus, she returned to work at 9 the next morning not wearing any pants… just wearing a lavender-coloured short-sleeved blouse (the ends tied in a bow in front so it didn’t just hang down), off-white satin bikini panties with big pink and purple flowers on it, and her black heels. Her plan was to retrieve the pin-striped pants she’d left in my desk… but she never, ever got to. Why? Because 8 Mounties and their steeds already were waiting for her outside. I laughed when I saw them, and she did too. Of course, I caught her reaction on videocam, as well as the next 1½ hours as she went to work on her knees on a little mat I’d found for her and placed initially under Horse #1 in the parking lot. By the time the branch manager showed up at 10, Rhonda already had blown 4 of the city’s finest AND their mounts, and was kneeling under and thoroughly enjoying Horse #5. The bank manager took one look at Rhonda and thought she looked very nice and professional as is, even in just her panties, top and heels. So, when she finally emerged from her time in the parking lot, and went inside the bank just to retrieve her pants, the manager pulled her right in to see two clients. No sooner had she finished there than she was told by Jenn again that Paul had Brutus and his owner waiting for her too. Every time she stepped out of an office, someone was there to whisk her away to blow someone else; and the rest, as they say, is history. By the time she did get to retrieve her pants from my desk, the work day was over. The boss told her that she, and only she, could dress again like that anytime she wanted.

“But just bikini panties,” he told her. “No thongs!”

She laughed. She wouldn’t even think of wearing thongs to work.

Now, her panties are visible every day, usually as panty lines under tight pants, but at least once or twice a week in full view. Of course, this means she’s on her knees all day, every day, starting with the 5-10 Mounties and mounts who always are there to greet her in the parking lot each morning. Her Mom and grandma often show up to see how their “little girl” is doing, and she has fun putting on a show for them and everyone else who shows up to watch.

So show off those panties, girls!!!

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