Bank robbers

"Miss, I need to withdraw money."

Finally, his number was called at the bank, and he pushed a withdrawal slip through the counter.

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

I'm sure I didn't make a mistake,"

he replied calmly.

"Then… sir, your deposit book?" Well, perhaps he really really was here to withdraw one billion yuan. After all, there are plenty of wealthy heirs in the world, and this might be one of them, the teller thought; besides, he was quite handsome. "

Excuse me, the deposit book is here."

He pulled a black handgun from his pocket, brandished it, and gave the teller a shy smile. "

Sir… please don't joke around, okay? This will put us in a very difficult position…"

Finally realizing she had encountered a robber, the teller managed to maintain her composure, not forgetting to put on a well-trained professional smile; but her right hand had already reached for the emergency alarm button hidden in the shadows.

"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 the gun was real or fake? Although the muzzle wasn't painted red, maybe it was 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 everyone in the bank fell silent instantly.

"Sigh, I told you, this is a robbery.

Now, can I take 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 all 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.

It was 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, right now."

"Sir, there's no way around it, we don't have one billion yuan in the bank!"

"No money? Don't you have other branches? You can transfer cash from them, right? Hurry up and 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 ten billion, even if it were ten billion in cash, the manager would find a way to transfer the money for him; but now he came to collect money with a gun, 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 into the counter.

"Manager, your dawdling is 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.

However, the wait was boring, so I had to 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 her hands on her hands.

His knife was pressed against her delicate neck, and she could only obediently stand up and sit at the counter as he instructed; but her body still trembled with fear, causing the hem of her lake-green cheongsam-style uniform to sway uncontrollably.

The bank manager knew he wanted 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 being raped, so 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 side slit. "

Look at this uniform... slit so high, who are you trying to seduce? Are you trying to lure us customers?" He sneered, his voice carrying a chill that made the teller tremble involuntarily.

"...Or perhaps, are you the one who's so lewd? Wearing a uniform to sell your body, no wonder bank tellers get high salaries, you're not much different from a prostitute.

" "Ah!" With the teller's scream, the knife tore the uniform open at the side 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, miss? Is it for your boyfriend? Or that bank manager over there who's still standing there? Or…? He smiled again, coldly.

No…no…please…! The saleswoman 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 ripped uniform from the saleswoman, revealing her shapely curves.

You asked for this.

He held the gun in his right hand, slowly moving the muzzle downwards, hooking it and pulling down the saleswoman's pantyhose.

Look at this, hmm, it's wet and smells of urine.

He slid the muzzle of the gun against the saleswoman's vulva, which was covered by her dark purple panties.

Are you naturally lewd, miss, and get excited when someone undresses you? Or did you wet your pants, miss? 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 be fired from it at any moment. Coupled with being stripped almost completely naked in public, the shameful pleasure and fear gnawed at her mind like termites eating wood.

Ouch! He removed the "gun" and instead rubbed his high-bridged nose against her private parts through her underwear. 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 already getting wet? Heh, Miss, you're quite the slut!" He extended a finger, hooking the panties and pulling them down; the half-pulled panties were covered in glistening liquid. "

Miss's seductive manner is truly irresistible."

He licked his lips, sneered, and pressed the barrel of his gun against the counter lady's naked, unprotected labia.

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

Don't like cold things? Fine."

He stood up, pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis.

"How about this?" "No...no!" Seeing the man's thing standing straight up in front of her, the counter lady was so frightened she forgot to cry. "

Not this one? Then I must have misheard. You want the gun barrel, right?" He sneered and pressed the pistol against the counter lady's tender flesh again. "

No...no...!" The saleswoman, plunged back into the abyss of fear, shook her head violently.

"Ugh, you're such a hassle, woman. This isn't it, that isn't it, do you want the gun barrel or the penis? Be clear, or I'll assume you want the gun barrel."

He said, his right hand exerting a slight force, the gun barrel slightly pushing into the saleswoman's vagina.

"Ah! No! No! Please!" Sobbing… The saleswoman cried out, tears streaming down her face, 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 ninety degrees. "

I…I…" the saleswoman stammered, how could a lady like her say such a thing? "Fine, I'll assume you want 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...I...I said..." The teller sobbed, tears streaming down her face, her heavy makeup washed away.

"I...I want a penis...I can't hear you, what do you want?" "A penis..." The teller managed to raise her voice, but her face was already contorted with embarrassment. "

Still too soft, you need to speak louder than everyone can hear."

He sneered, raising the knife in his hand and 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? "See, the manager didn't answer, which means you're speaking too softly, the manager can't hear you."

He twirled the gun barrel a few more times. "

Speak quickly, I feel like my pistol is about to reach its climax; did you hear the click of the metal striking the gun? That means...I...I want a penis...I want a penis!" Before she could finish, the teller, terrified of being shot, screamed in extreme fear. "

You want a penis? What do you want it for?" "Hmm?" He smiled as he pulled the gun barrel out, a glistening strand of fluid connecting the tip of the barrel to the saleswoman's genitals.

"I...I...Ah!" Another question the saleswoman 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 your nonsense! I...I want your cock inside me!" "Waaah..." The saleswoman, her reason finally shattered, cried out in tears. "

That's more like it, isn't it?" He removed his grimacing face and the gun, and smiled gently; simultaneously, the tip of his penis pressed against the saleswoman's wet, swollen vulva, and with a thrust, amidst the wet sounds of flesh against flesh, his large penis entered the deepest part of her body and began to pump.

"Waaah...waaah..." The saleswoman sobbed softly with his thrusts. "

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 enjoy making love with me, I can switch back to the gun barrel to please you."

He said gently, withdrawing his penis from the saleswoman's tight passage.

"No, no! Don't use the gun barrel on me! Please!" Seeing him raise the gun, the saleswoman screamed instinctively out of fear. "

I...I enjoy making love with you, please make love with me, okay? I want your penis, I want your penis inside my pussy! Waaah...!" If making love with me is pleasurable... he smiled again, slowly pushing his honey-slicked penis back into the saleswoman's private parts. "

Then why don't you moan? You should know that if a girl doesn't moan during sex, the boy will become impotent."

"I moan, I moan!" "Ah...ah...ah..." The saleswoman quickly opened her cherry lips slightly, uttering rhythmic single sounds. "

You don't sound like you're happy at all, there's no variation in pitch. When I was thrusting the gun barrel into you just now, you were screaming with perfect pitch."

He sighed. "

I think the gun barrel suits you better, doesn't it?" "No! I...I...ah! Ahhh!!"

The saleswoman, her eyes blurred with tears, changed the frequency of her screams, mimicking the voices of actresses in adult films; but at this moment, he increased the intensity and frequency of his movements. The intense physical collision caused the saleswoman's breasts, encased in a magic bra, to sway, adding many variations to her screams...or perhaps it was a spontaneous change? Who knows.

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

Just then, the piercing sirens blared, and the police finally arrived outside the bank.

The robbers inside heard: "You're surrounded! Drop your weapons and surrender!"... The police seemed to have no other tricks up their sleeves besides shouting.

He didn't bother with the guys outside in bulletproof vests who only knew how to bark.

Right... where's the camera? He looked up, left and right, and found the camera mounted above the teller counter.

He adjusted the camera lens, including the teller's flushed face and their tightly joined genitals within the camera's field of view. "

You're so beautiful, it's a shame you're not a star."

He smiled again. "

The camera's on you now, so make a good expression, okay? That way the police outside can see your performance on the big screen."

The teller's body stiffened slightly, but quickly softened again under his forceful thrust.

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

Your pussy 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 immediately upon hearing that he was about to ejaculate.

"I...it's not safe today, I'll get pregnant!" "Then, where do you want me to shoot?" He smiled.

"Shoot...shoot outside, okay?" "Ah! Ah!" Not seeing him angry, the saleswoman's courage grew slightly, but it quickly turned into lewd cries under his more forceful thrusts. "

Where outside should I shoot?" "If you don't specify where, how am I supposed to know whether to shoot on your face or your chest?" "Hmm?" His expression held a hint of mockery, but his movements became increasingly vigorous. "

Shoot...shoot on your face or chest, it's fine! Just not inside...ah! No!" As the saleswoman screamed, he pulled out his still-erect penis.

Milky white semen drenched the saleswoman's vulva with thick, white fluid, 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 him clean for me."

He pressed a pistol against the teller's head, forcing her to lick his genitals 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. "

Isn't your bank always boasting about first-class service and customer supremacy?" This… but… the manager wanted to say something, but saw that the gun in his hand was 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 excitedly on your face."

Blowing away the white smoke from the muzzle, he said to the manager who was already scared to death.

Using the hostages in 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 completed, and a large bag of cash was also loaded into the bank.

He slung a large bag full of cash over his shoulder and held the bank teller, whom he had just raped, hostage at 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 could only 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 watch the robber's every move, were uncontrollably drawn to the teller's private parts.

Even the sniper positioned on high ground, tasked with taking down the armed robber, was captivated.

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 crevice beneath the hair, trickling down her pale, glistening thighs, devoid of any excess fat. The man,

gesturing with his pistol to the saleswoman, 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 squeezed out, glistening in the sunlight.

Suddenly, disregarding the pistol still clutched in his right hand, he lifted the saleswoman by her thighs with both hands, suspending her in mid-air amidst her gasps. The sight of her parted thighs, revealing a slit 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 shattered when 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 by asserting their freedom of the press. A scuffle ensued, and chaos ensued.

Although the sniper on the high vantage point hadn't joined the chaotic pushing and shoving, to ensure a successful shot, he couldn't fire anywhere except for the head. The man on the high vantage point simply stood still, making it impossible for the sniper to find a vital spot, especially since his gaze was now drawn to the woman's wide-open legs.

Seeing the chaos, he laughed.

Then, he put the woman down, raised his pistol, and fired. The sniper on the high vantage point fell to the ground, and the chaotic crowd instantly fell into a deathly silence.

He laughed loudly, while the police, without sniper support and fearing punishment for accidentally injuring a hostage, could only watch helplessly as he took the woman hostage, got into a police patrol car, and sped away.

He was driving a police patrol car on the highway, followed by a number of persistent officers. However, these officers were worried he might injure the hostages, and perhaps also feared a gunfight on the highway could lead to even more serious consequences. So, they simply wanted to stop him and force him to turn himself in.

"Hmph, want to race?" he sneered, slamming on the accelerator. The BMW 525's engine roared, leaving the other domestically produced police cars far behind. "

There's a reason why the police spend so much money on expensive police cars, isn't there?" He skillfully turned the steering wheel, weaving the BMW through traffic, not forgetting to joke with the trembling bank teller in the passenger seat.

He switched to the police communication channel and heard the order from the duty center to dispatch an air traffic control helicopter to track him. "

This is a bank robbery,"

he said, picking up the police radio in the car. "

Call your helicopter back, or something very bad might happen!" Predictably, the police, eager to apprehend him, ignored his request. He heard the helicopter approaching from the sky.

He smiled, pressed the button for the sunroof, and opened it. She

took off her bra, stood up, and leaned out of the sunroof! He pointed his gun at the saleswoman.

Threatened with a gun, the saleswoman had no choice but to remove her remaining clothing, stand up, and lean her naked upper body out of the sunroof. The strong wind at high speed made her long hair flutter wildly, and her naked body shiver.

On the highway, other drivers who saw the saleswoman's naked upper body were drawn to her. Distracted, many cars collided, causing chaos on the highway.

However, the helicopter in the sky seemed to have no intention of leaving.

Oh, right, I forgot to turn on the siren.

He muttered to himself, picked up the microphone from the megaphone, handed it to the saleswoman, and forced her to hold the microphone to her mouth.

Then, he took out a thick electric vibrator, turned the vibration frequency to the highest setting, and casually inserted it into the saleswoman's vagina.

Suddenly, a foreign object was inserted into her vagina, vibrating violently and intensely, causing extreme stimulation to the sensitive spots inside her vagina. Waves of intoxicating, shameful pleasure assaulted the saleswoman. Even with her best efforts to suppress it, the increasingly unbearable pleasure finally shattered her self-control.

Ah...ah ah...ah ah ah...! The saleswoman let out a moan, the kind of moan a woman makes when she's satisfied in bed. Through the microphone near her mouth, it was broadcast far and wide by the loudspeaker on the police car.

This unusual siren sound affected traffic heading north and south, especially vehicles traveling in the same direction as the police car. Seeing a beautiful woman leaning out of the sunroof of a police car, accompanied by the blush-inducing, lewd sound waves echoing on the highway, drivers with severely distracted attention lost their awareness of the road conditions, and collisions increased rapidly and became increasingly serious.

Finally, the helicopter reluctantly stopped its pursuit, focusing its attention on the major series of car accidents that had just occurred.

He successfully drove the car to a secluded spot, undetected. "

Alright, that's enough for today."

He gave the saleswoman a gentle smile. "

It was an honor to travel with you, beautiful lady. I hope we can have another date sometime."

As he got out of the car, carrying a bag full of cash, he seemed to remember something. "

Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I have AIDS!" He smiled and closed the car door.

Hearing the word AIDS, the saleswoman was stunned, as if struck by lightning; that incurable Black Death of the century—this person was a carrier, and she had just been raped by him—that meant…

He got into another car not far away, started the engine, and drove away; while the saleswoman was still in a daze, not yet recovered from the bad news about AIDS, and did not notice that he had left, nor did she pay attention to what kind of car he was driving...

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/26942.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=26942&aspx=1

Previous Page : Urban Little Peach

Next Page : Short lesbian stories filled with explicit content - Erotic fiction

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Bank robbers

comment Open a new window to view comments