Bank robbers

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Inside the bank, when his number was finally called, he pushed a withdrawal slip through the teller window.

"Sir, you didn't write the wrong amount, did you? One billion yuan?" The teller was startled when she saw the slip.

"I'm sure I didn't make a mistake," he replied calmly.
"I'm not joking, this really is a robbery; and, miss, I advise you not to press that alarm, it could get you killed." He remained nonchalant.

The teller hesitated, after all, he was holding a gun; but who knew if it was real or fake?

Although the muzzle wasn't painted red, maybe it was a fake.

So, the teller resolutely pressed the alarm; instantly, a piercing ring echoed throughout the bank, and people screamed in panic.

He pulled back the slide of his pistol, chambered a round, and then fired a shot towards the source of the high-decibel noise.

The deafening gunshot replaced the continuous, disturbing noise, and the people in the bank fell silent instantly. "Sigh, I told you, this is a robbery. Now, can I rob you of the money I want?" He placed the pistol on the counter, his tone still calm.

Taking advantage of the moment, the bank guard stealthily approached him from behind, intending to subdue him; however, the man pulled a Rambo knife from his pocket with his left hand, casually tossed it behind him, and kicked out with his right foot, striking the handle of the Rambo knife. The force of the kick sent the knife piercing the bank guard's heart.

The guard collapsed, motionless.

'Where's my money? Do you keep customers waiting this long?' His tone remained calm, as if nothing had happened; but he slowly raised his pistol, aiming it through the glass at the trembling teller.

'I…we don't have that much money…' the teller stammered.

'Sir, sir, let's talk this out!' The bank manager, who had rushed out to investigate after hearing the alarm and gunshots, spoke up. '

So it's the manager. Indeed, a good person to talk to.' He still aimed his gun at the teller, his emotionless gaze slowly shifting to the manager. 'I need to withdraw one billion yuan, now.' "Sir, there's nothing I can do, we don't have a billion yuan in our bank!" the bank manager said hurriedly.

"No money? Don't you have other branches? You can transfer cash from those branches, right? Go make the call, manager." He smiled coldly.

"But...but..." The bank manager didn't know how to answer. If he really came to collect money, let alone a billion, even a hundred billion in cash, the manager would find a way to transfer the money for him; but now he came with a gun to "collect money," how could the bank manager transfer funds from other branches?

Another gunshot rang out, startling the teller in front of the gun, who screamed and crouched down behind the counter; he then swung his left fist, shattering the already broken security glass of the counter.

Then, bracing himself against the counter with his left hand, he gracefully vaulted over and jumped inside.

"Manager, you're dragging your feet, it's really making me very impatient! Never mind, I'm a good customer, I'll wait for you to make the call." He pulled another small knife from his pocket with his left hand. "But the wait is boring, so I'll find something to do. Stand up! Sit here!" The last three words were shouted at the teller, who was crouching on the floor, trembling with fear. His knife was pressed against her neck, and she could only obediently stand up and sit on the counter as instructed; but her body still trembled with fear, causing the hem of her lake-green, peach-patterned cheongsam-style uniform to sway uncontrollably.

The bank manager knew he intended to rape the teller, but he still didn't intend to call to withdraw funds. The bank manager believed the police would arrive soon, and the robber would have no choice but to surrender; as for the employee being raped… well, it wasn't him who was being raped, and it was better for the employee to be raped than for him to be fired for withdrawing funds.

Therefore, the bank manager remained silent.

'Hmph, a cheongsam-style uniform…' He sneered, the tip of the knife slowly descending to the collar, tracing the curves of the bank teller's chest, down to her abdomen, then to her waist, finally stopping beside the high slit.

'Look at this uniform… slit so high, who are you trying to seduce? Our customers, perhaps?

' He sneered, his voice carrying a chilling undertone that sent shivers down the teller's spine. '...Or perhaps, you're the one who's so lewd? Wearing this uniform to sell your body, no wonder bank tellers get high salaries; you're no different from a prostitute.' 'Ah!' With the teller's scream, the knife tore the uniform open at the slit. The fabric, which had clung to her curves, now hung helplessly on her body, revealing her dark purple high-waisted bikini bottoms and strapless magic bra.

'Oh… dark purple, huh?' Who is this sexy lingerie for, young lady? Is it for her boyfriend? Or that bank manager still standing there? Or…? He laughed again, coldly.

“No…no…please…!” The teller cowered, her pleading voice as weak as a stray kitten half-frozen by a cold snap. “

I warned you before, don’t press that alarm button.” He gently removed the torn uniform from the teller, revealing her shapely figure. “You asked for this.” He held the gun in his right hand, slowly moving the muzzle downwards, hooking it and pulling down the teller’s pantyhose.

“Look at this, hmm, wet and smelly.” He slid the gun muzzle against the teller’s crotch, covered by her dark purple panties. “Are you naturally lewd, getting excited when someone undresses you? Or did you wet your pants, young lady?” The saleswoman could only tremble. Although the object pressed against her private parts gave her a pleasurable friction, she knew that a deadly bullet could shoot out at any moment. Coupled with being stripped almost completely naked in public, the shameful pleasure and fear gnawed at her mind like termites eating away at wood.

"Ouch, ouch!" He removed the gun, but then rubbed his high-bridged nose against her private parts through her panties. Waves of tingling and heat seeped into her skin, and to make matters worse, he pressed his nose against her slit. The saleswoman almost moaned.

"Oh, it's getting wet? Heh, you're really lewd, miss!" He extended a finger, hooking the panties and pulling them down; the half-removed panties were covered in glistening liquid.

"Your seductive charm is irresistible." He licked his lips, sneered, and pressed the barrel of the gun between the saleswoman's naked, unprotected labia.

"No! No! Please take it away! Waaah..." Feeling something cold touching her private area, the counter clerk, gripped by the fear of death, cried out in terror.

"Don't like cold things? Okay then." He stood up, pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis.

"How about this?" "No...no!" Seeing the man's thing standing straight in front of her, the counter clerk was so frightened that she forgot to cry. "Not

this? Then I must have misheard you. You want the gun barrel, right?" He sneered and pressed the pistol against the counter clerk's tender flesh.

"No...no...!" The counter clerk shook her head violently, falling into the abyss of fear once again.

"Hey, you're such a troublesome woman. This isn't it, that isn't it either. Do you want the gun barrel or the penis? Be clear, or I'll take it as you want the gun barrel." As he spoke, he exerted a little force with his right hand, and the gun barrel was slightly inserted into the counter clerk's vagina.

"Ah! No! Don't want this!" "Please! Waaah..." The cashier cried out in tears as an unprecedentedly cold sensation surged into her body.

"What did you say you wanted? I didn't hear you clearly." The gun barrel rotated, forcing the vaginal opening to deform at a ninety-degree angle.

"I...I..." the teller stammered. How could a lady like her say such a thing?

"Fine, if you won't say, I'll assume you wanted the gun. When the gun reaches orgasm inside you, it might 'ejaculate,' the kind of ejaculation that will pierce through your body!" He sneered again, pushing the gun upwards with his right hand.

"Ah! I'll talk...I'll talk..." the teller cried, tears streaming down her face, her heavy makeup washed away by the tears. "I...I want a penis..." "I can't hear you. What did you say you wanted?" "A penis..." the teller managed to raise her voice, but her face was already contorted with embarrassment. "Still too soft.

You need to speak loud enough for everyone to hear." He sneered, raising the small knife in his hand, pointing it at the bank manager. "Manager, did you hear what she said?" The bank manager was sweating profusely. How was he supposed to answer such a question?

"Look, the manager didn't answer, which means you spoke too softly; he couldn't hear you." He twirled the gun barrel a few more times. "Hurry up and say it. I feel like my pistol is about to reach its climax; did you hear the click of the metal striking the pistol? That means…" "I…I want a penis…I want a penis!" Before he could finish, the teller, terrified of being shot, screamed in extreme fear.
"You want a penis? What for? Hmm?" He smiled and pulled the gun barrel out, a glistening thread connecting the tip of the barrel to the teller's genitals.

"I…I…Ah!" Another question the teller dared not answer; but as she hesitated, his face contorted with rage, and he forcefully shoved the gun barrel into her private parts; the intense pain from the forceful penetration made her scream.

"Say it! I fucking don't have time for you!" "I...I want your penis inside my vagina! Waaah..." The saleswoman, her reason finally collapsing, cried out in tears.

"That's more like it, isn't it?" He put away his ferocious face and the gun, and smiled gently; at the same time, the tip of his penis pressed against the saleswoman's wet and swollen vulva, and with a thrust, amidst the sound of flesh squeezing against flesh, his large penis entered the deepest part of the woman's body and began to thrust.

"Waaah...waaah..." With his thrusts, the saleswoman sobbed softly.

"Miss, it seems you don't like my penis, your mournful face has ruined my interest in making love with you. Shouldn't making love be pleasurable? If you don't find making love with me pleasurable, then I can switch back to the gun barrel to please you." He said gently, while withdrawing his penis from the saleswoman's tight passage.

"No, no! Don't put the gun barrel in me! Please!" Seeing him raise the gun, the saleswoman screamed out of instinctive fear. "I...I enjoy making love with you, please make love with me, okay? I want your cock, I want your cock inside my pussy! Waaah...!" "If making love with me is enjoyable..." He laughed again, slowly inserting his honey-slicked cock back into the cashier's private parts. "Then why don't you moan? You know, if a girl doesn't moan during sex, the boy will become impotent." "I moan, I moan! Ah...ah...ah..." The cashier quickly opened her cherry lips slightly, uttering rhythmic single sounds.

"It doesn't sound like you're enjoying it, there's no variation in pitch. When I was thrusting the gun barrel into you just now, you were moaning in full chord." He sighed. "I think the gun barrel suits you better, doesn't it?"

"No! I...I...ah! Ah ah!!" The teller, her eyes blurred with tears, changed the frequency of her moans, mimicking the voice of a female protagonist in an adult film; but at this moment, he increased the intensity and frequency of his movements, the intense physical collision causing the teller's breasts, encased in a magic bra, to sway, adding many variations to her moans… or perhaps it was a spontaneous change? Who knows.

Was the teller truly moaning? The onlookers didn't know, and they had no interest in knowing at this moment: they only saw the teller's snow-white thighs, not yet fully removed from her pantyhose, wrapped around his waist.

At this moment, the piercing sound of sirens rang out, and the police finally arrived outside the bank.

"Listen up, criminals inside: You are surrounded! Put down your weapons and surrender immediately…"

The police seemed to have no other tricks besides shouting. He was too lazy to pay attention to those guys outside wearing bulletproof vests who only knew how to bark loudly.

"Right… where's the camera?" He looked up, left and right, and found the camera mounted above the counter. He adjusted the camera lens, bringing the teller's flushed face and their intertwined genitals into the frame.

"You're so beautiful, it's a shame you're not a star," he smiled again. "The camera's on you now, so make sure your expression is good, that way the police outside the bank can see your performance on the big screen." The teller's body stiffened slightly, but quickly softened again under his forceful thrust.

At this moment, the police officers outside the bank were staring in disbelief at the erotic scene unfolding on the surveillance screen at the bank entrance. The female protagonist's expression was a mixture of shyness, fear, pleasure, and lewdness, even more captivating than the performances of actresses like Ozawa, Strawberry Milk, Asakura, and even Iijima. "

Your cunt is so tight, wet, and slippery, I'm about to come, mmm..." His voice trembled with the urge to ejaculate.

"No, don't ejaculate inside, okay?" The teller pleaded hastily upon hearing his intention to ejaculate. "I... it's not safe today, I'll get pregnant!" "Then, where do you want me to ejaculate?" he smiled.

"Ejaculate... outside, okay? Ah! Ah!" Not seeing his anger, the teller's courage grew slightly, but it quickly turned into lewd cries under his more powerful thrusts.

"Where should I shoot it? If you don't specify where, how am I supposed to know whether to shoot it on your face or your chest? Hmm?" His expression was mocking, but his movements became increasingly violent.

"Shoot...shoot it on your face or your chest, it doesn't matter! Just not inside...ah! No!" As the teller screamed, he pulled out his still-erect penis. Milky white semen splattered onto the teller's vulva, dripping down her thighs; clearly, a considerable amount had already been ejaculated inside her.

"Sorry." He gave an apologetic smile. "You spoke too slowly, I've already ejaculated.

Come on, lick it clean for me." He pressed the pistol against the teller's head, forcing her to lick his penis clean with her tongue. Then, he turned to the bank manager.

"Manager, I really didn't know your cash mobilization speed was so frighteningly slow." His face showed helplessness. "Doesn't your bank always boast about first-class service and customer supremacy?" "This…but…" The manager started to say something, but saw the gun in his hand already raised, pointed at his chest.

The gunshot shook the entire bank.

"Go and take all the money out of the vault, or my gun might just ejaculate on your face.

" He blew away the white smoke from the muzzle and said to the manager, who was already terrified and had wet his pants.

Using the hostages inside the bank, he successfully threatened the police outside to bring out a high-ranking officer's patrol car to use as his escape vehicle.

The negotiation with the police was complete, and a large bag of cash was loaded into the bank.

He slung a large bag full of cash over his shoulder and held the teller, whom he had just raped, hostage with a pistol.

"Come on, let's get out." The teller was only wearing a purple bra. Although she didn't want to be almost completely naked in front of everyone, her life was in his hands, and she had no choice but to force herself to move forward.

Stepping out of the bank, the teller saw everyone's gazes fixed on her naked, semen-stained lower body, and she was so ashamed she almost went crazy on the spot.

All the police officers deployed outside, although ordered to pay attention to the robber's every move, were still irresistibly drawn to the teller's private parts.

Even the sniper positioned on high ground, tasked with taking down the armed robber, was not immune.

When the teller's naked lower body appeared in the sniper's scope, the sniper froze.

Through the high-powered sniper scope, the sparsely haired, private parts of a woman, usually only seen in erotic films, were exceptionally clear under the afternoon sun. Thick, white fluid slowly seeped from the pink folds beneath the hair, trickling down her pale, glistening thighs, devoid of any excess fat. The man,

gesturing with his pistol to the counter lady, forced his right foot between her legs, spreading them apart. His left hand reached forward from her waist, his fingers manipulating the two closed labia, opening and closing the cleft, or hooking and probing the woman's wet, secreted opening. A mixture of semen and vaginal fluid was constantly squeezed out, glistening in the sunlight.

Suddenly, disregarding the pistol still clutched in his right hand, he grabbed the counter lady's thighs with both hands and, amidst her gasps, lifted her into the air. The sight of the slit between her parted thighs, still stained with semen, left everyone who witnessed it speechless.

The police, who hadn't expected such a blatant display and anticipated violent resistance, were at a loss. Their reaction was shaky until they noticed reporters from newspapers and radio stations frantically filming the scene.

To uphold social morality and protect the innocent minds of young people from such indecent exposure, the police frantically tried to stop the reporters, who countered with the principle of freedom of the press. A scuffle ensued, and chaos ensued.

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