The Teller’s Last Take

I always had to hurry to get to the bank and use to get there before closing time and one Friday two women came in and robbed the bank and when leaving they took me for hostage and the older one told the younger to me me in the back with her and strip him down

The bank was dimming its lights when I stepped inside, the teller’s voice tight as she recited the last day’s take—*"Please have your ID ready, sir."*—while the vault’s rumble echoed beneath my shoes. Then the doors swung closed behind two women, both gloved, both with masks. The air went still. The older one, broad-shouldered with a scar running along her jaw, jerked her head toward the exit. "Move." I didn’t. Didn’t breathe. She shoved the muzzle of her revolver into my ribs. *Hard.* "Bank’s closing. Cops’ll be here soon. You’re coming with us." Her younger accomplice was already checking the register, fingers swift, but when she reached for the cash dispenser, her thumb skimmed a button. The alarm didn’t scream. It *hissed.* A low, steady warning. The older woman barked a laugh. "You *ever* hear me talk, honey?" The younger pushed me ahead, hands gripping my elbows, and I stumbled into the back office. A metal desk, framed by two chairs. She locked the door behind us. "Sit." I didn’t. She didn’t wait for me to. With one palm flat against my chest, she forced me into the seat. Then she knelt, slow and deliberate, between my legs. Her breath was hot through the thin fabric of my slacks before she pulled my zipper down, my cock already straining against the release. "Liz said *strip him.* Down." Her voice dropped, rough with smirking satisfaction. I reached for the desk, fingers curling into the edge—*no* time to brace, not as she yanked my pants past my knees, the cold air on my skin electric. "Fuck," Liz’s voice cut through the alarm’s static, and I didn’t need to see her face to know she was watching. "Start with what’s in your mouth. Open."

Her nails dug into my palms, sharp through the leather, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The younger one—dark eyes fixed on mine, lips parted—leaned in closer. “All the way.” I obeyed without thought, my jaw falling slack as she curled her fingers around my tie, jerking it free with a single, vicious tug. Then the buttons of my shirt, two at a time, flying open. Her other hand already worked the waistband of my boxers, cool fingers brushing my hip before she dragged them down, my cock springing free and hitting the desk with a wet *thud.* Liz’s laugh was a dark purr from the shadows. “Not bad for a desk jockey. But *open.*” Her voice wasn’t a question. I didn’t hesitate. My mouth fell open, teeth already clenched—not from fear, but from the anticipation of whatever came next. The younger woman didn’t waste time. She pressed her gloved palm against my lips, the scent of latex and something sharper—gun oil?—mixing with the sour tang of her breath as she forced her wrist inside. *Slow.* Then deeper. Her fingers spread, knuckles brushing my tongue before I felt the first press of something cold and slick against the back of my throat. “*Choke on it.*” Liz’s command was a knife edge. I swallowed around the thing in my mouth—curved, blunt, the shape of a—*no.* Not thinking. Just feeling. The younger woman didn’t pull back, her hand steady as I gagged, my vision swimming. A bead of spit dripped from my chin, landing on her thigh. She didn’t flinch. Just watched me, dark and amused, as her fingers flexed against my palate. Liz’s shadow shifted in the doorway, then a click—the muzzle of her pistol settled between my shoulder blades, the weight a promise. “*Strip him*—and you *better* make it good.”

And then the younger said let's get in the van before the cops get here and I was half naked and they drove really fast and I could tell we were going down a dirt road and then they forced me into a cabin and then the older one told the younger to finish me and get all of his clothes off

The engine rumbled under us, the van’s momentum dragging me further across the cracked vinyl seat as the younger woman’s grip on my wrist tightened. "Faster," she snapped, yanking my remaining shirt off before I could steady myself. My belt buckle clattered against the floor, the zipper of my slacks still undone. She hauled them down too, leaving me sprawled, bare, as Liz floored the accelerator—gravitational pull forcing my hips against the edge of the bench. Dust stung the inside of my nose when the van hit a rut, the younger one’s laughter sharp as she kicked my discarded shoes into the floorwell. "You see that dirt road up ahead? That’s where the fun *really* stops." Her fingers traced the outline of my cock, already rock-hard, before she grabbed the hem of her own hoodie and peeled it off. The fabric stretched tight over her breasts, her nipples hard points beneath, before she tossed it aside with a flick of her wrist. Liz didn’t even slow down as she reached into the back and grabbed the waistband of my jeans, dragging them the rest of the way off my ankles. The younger woman pushed me flat against the seat, her knee pressing into my ribs—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to pin me. "Keep your eyes open," she ordered, unclipping the holster from her own thigh. "We ain’t got all night." The pistols vanished. Instead, her gloved hand slid up my thigh, fingers already trailing wet against my balls. Liz’s voice came over the radio’s static, low and hungry. "Cabin’s got a door. Lock *everyone* inside until you’re done." The younger woman smirked as the van skidded to a stop, the wheels spitting gravel. "Up you go." She hauled me toward the cabin’s rusted steps, my cock bouncing against her hip—*her* hand was already busy, gripping me tight enough to make my breath hitch. Her lips parted, gloved fingers curling around the base before she leaned in, tongue swiping over the slit, slow and deliberate. Liz shoved me inside before the door even latched, her body brushing mine. "Five minutes. Not a second more." The younger woman didn’t answer, already dropping to her knees on the dirt floor, my cock pressing between her teeth. The sound of the van engine dying echoed outside the cabin. I graaned, fingers tangling in her hair—cold, slick, the scent of gun oil still sharp as she *took* me. Liz’s hand clamped over my mouth a second too late, muffling the noise, but not the way her nails dragged against my skin. "*Fuck me* with your eyes. Open *wider.*"

The younger woman’s gloved chin worked a slow, obscene rhythm down my shaft, her other hand already reaching for the button between her own thighs. Liz’s breath fanned the back of my neck as she adjusted the lock on the cabin door, the metallic click sending a jolt straight to my balls. "*Five minutes*—and I don’t want to hear so much as a *whimper* outside it." A snick from a lighter. The younger’s lips left my cock, but not before she gave a final, deliberate flick of her tongue against the underside, her eyes still locked on mine. The flame danced over her skin, flickering before she turned it toward me—her wrist already slicking the bullet across the barrel, cold and glinting in the low light. "*Open*." I didn’t move fast enough. Her shoulder slammed into my pelvis, teeth sinking into my thigh as warning. The first drop of oil hit my sternum, spreading warm and sticky. Then the second, the third—she was marking me like livestock, the bullet trailing a path down my chest. By the time she reached the flex of my hips, I was panting through Liz’s muffled press, my own hands braced against the rough chinked walls, unable to stop the way my body bowed against the pressure. Liz wasn’t watching the younger’s tongue. Her gaze stayed fixed on the bullet now balanced at the tip of my dick, oil slicking the skin beneath it. "*You keep those pants on*—or I put it through his ear. *Your choice.*" Cold steel pressed the side of my neck, and the younger woman’s laugh was a knife’s edge in the dark.

The younger climbed on top of my cock and slid down really slow with pleasure and the older one told the younger to hurry up so she can get a peice of my cock

The older woman’s free hand snaked between the younger’s legs, fingers pinching tight where she wasn’t gloved. Her voice dropped to a growl. "*Slow?* Christ, you’re worse than a schoolgirl." She jerked the younger back by the hair, teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath my dick—just enough for me to flinch. "*Look at me.*" The younger’s gaze dragged from mine, but only enough to meet Liz’s smirk. She let go of the bullet with a wet smack, and it rolled down my thigh, oil slicking her wrist as she wiped it on her leather pants. Liz’s thumb dug into the younger’s cheek, forcing her head up. "*Less talk, more ride.*" The younger didn’t fight it. She rocked forward, hips grinding against my stomach, her own soaked panties already clinging to the curve of her ass. The bullet was forgotten as she leaned in again, lips brushing my ear. "*Five minutes.* *No bullshit.*" Her teeth pulled at the lobe, just enough to make me gasp, before her weight shifted backward, sinking onto my cock in a single, deliberate motion. Her whimper was swallowed by Liz’s hand before it could rise to a sound, the older woman’s nails biting into my bicep as she held me immobile, breath hot against my neck. "*Good girl.* Now *bounce*." The younger’s hips snapped upward, her gloved palm slapping against Liz’s thigh before she ground down again—shorter this time, the angle forcing my cock deeper into her. The cabin walls groaned around us, the scent of oil and arousal clinging thick in the air. Liz’s fingers curled against my jaw, her thumb forcing my mouth open. "*I’m gonna fuck your mouth while she rides you.*" The younger’s laugh was breathless as she twisted, my cock hitting the back of her throat with a wet, gagging sound. "**Fuck**—Liz, *no—-*" The command died into a moan when Liz’s zipper slid down.

Her knees locked around my hips, the younger woman’s ass flexing as she took every word and the older woman’s cock, swallowing it whole with a stifled cry. Liz wasn’t gentle, gripping the back of my head like a vise as she thrust forward, the blunt head of her cock already stretching my jaw. “That’s it—*choke* on it,” Liz growled, her free hand slipping between the younger's legs again, two fingers hooking under the slick fabric of her panties. The younger’s breathing hitched, her thighs trembling as she bucked against the intrusion, riding me harder. “Fucking *good*,” Liz snarls between sharp, controlled strokes, “*you’re taking it so well.*” Her fingers curl in, twisting—just as the younger’s gloved thumb brushes my sternum, nails dragging down to trace the bullet’s path. The oil between us slickens her motion, the pressure of her fingers matching the brutal rhythm of Liz's thrusts. “*Liz, fuck—I—*oh god—” she gasps, her body clenching around me, her voice strangled between my cock in her throat and Liz’s in mine. The younger woman’s wet gagging echoes the soft, wet sounds of her slick pussy grinding down. Liz’s grip tightens, her hips slam forward, and the younger woman’s whimper turns into a shuddered, muffled plea when I hit something hotter, wetter, deeper. Liz’s teeth graze my lips, her voice low and rough. “*You were warned.*”

Liz’s fingers clamp shut inside her, her nails digging into the younger’s clit just enough to make me taste salt on her tongue when she pulls back. The older woman’s cock jerks against my throat, spitting a thick rope of pre-cum onto me that the younger struggles to swallow. “*That’s right—feel it*,” Liz growls. The younger’s thighs lock around me like a trap, every thrust of Liz’s cock forcing a choked, wet cry from her. Liz’s hips snap forward, her balls slapping against my pecs. “*Fuck her with your mouth.*” I don’t hesitate. My lips find the crease of the younger’s pussy, tongue swiping through the mess she’s left there—Liz’s pre-cum and her own arousal. Her thighs stiffen at the contact, but her ride doesn’t falter. She’s too desperate, too lost in the brutal pace Liz’s pushing her into. Liz’s free hand pulls a handful of the younger’s hair, jerking her head up when it’s buried too deep. “*Look.*” She smirks, watching her drown on my cock while I’m forced to suck her like a hungry bastard. The younger’s palm slides over my abs now, fingers hooking under my belt where she’s got me stretched taut. “*Goddamn—fuck—*don’t stop!” she gasps, her voice raw when she pulls back. Liz doesn’t let her. The back of her gloved fist slams against my lips, and she takes it as permission to drag her ass down harder, my cock hitching against her throat when I bite. Somewhere in the haze of oil and sweat and the younger’s whimpers, Liz’s teeth find my skin again—harder this time, and the wetness between my ass cheeks tells me she’s only just starting. “*You’re* ***mine*** *while she’s on your cock,”* Liz snarls, her bite bruising before she laps it with her tongue, hot and possessive. The younger’s nails cut into my sides, her back arching as she swallows Liz’s next thrust, her pussy milking me in answer.

And then the older woman looked at me and said I'm going to fuck the shit out of you and see how much your cock can take

The older woman’s smirk deepened as she pulled back, her teeth still reddening from the bite marks she’d left on my neck. Her zipper was already halfway down when she pushed the younger off me with a rough shove, sending us both stumbling back with a pant. Liz didn’t wait for me to catch my breath. She wrenched the bullet from my pants with a twist of her wrist, letting it fall to the floor with a dull *clink*. The younger’s eyes flicked to it—then to me—before her gaze locked back onto Liz. “*Look at me.*” Liz’s voice was a dark promise, her cock already free of its confines. The younger’s response was a choked gasp as Liz’s thumb pressed into the center of her lower back, above the crease where her pussy had been riding me. She bent forward without hesitation, hands clawing at the console as Liz’s cock nudged between her ass cheeks, hot and slick with oil. “That’s right—*beg* for it,” Liz murmured, her teeth dragging along my shoulder as she watched the younger take the first brutal inch. The younger’s breath hitched, her body struggling to adjust. Liz’s hand in my hair pulled me up as she spoke—the oil still slicking my chest, her free hand pinching my nipple just hard enough to make my vision swim. “*You’re gonna take every little thing she can’t.*” The younger’s cry was a perfect mirror to mine. I swallowed it as Liz’s hips locked forward, her cock filling my mouth while the younger’s pussy stretched over hers. The console trembled between my sweating palms, the older woman’s weight pressing me into it as she rode me with my dick already buried in her throat. “Fucking *choke*.” Liz’s words were punctuated by a sharp thrust, her nails cutting into my chest. The younger’s gloved palm slid to my thigh, her fingers flexing in warning—or promise—as she ground herself down harder, every movement making Liz’s cock jerk in my mouth. “That’s it—*take it*.”

Liz’s grip tightens, her nails scoring fresh lines down my ribs as the younger’s body locks around her cock. I gag on the sudden stretch, her pussy clenching in the same brutal rhythm, and the older woman laughs—low, wet—against my throat. “You’re *so fucking* close,” Liz rasps, pulling back just to slam forward again, my cock trapped between the younger’s lips and the console. She swallows around me, her throat fluttering, and I *melt* as Liz’s weight shifts, her gloved fingers digging into my hips to steady herself. The younger’s ass lifts off me, leaving my cock slick and half-swallowed, exposed only to be reclaimed by the older woman’s teeth as she yanks me up by my hair. “Look at her—*see what she gets* while you take her mouth,” Liz growls, her teeth already finding my skin again, this time at the bend of my arm. The younger’s breath comes ragged, her fingers trembling on my thigh as Liz’s cock works its way in and out of her pussy—thick, oiled, and merciless. I don’t dare move, don’t dare speak. Every shift of her hips drags my cock out of her mouth, only to have her suck harder next time, desperate, hungry. The console bites into my spine as Liz’s thrusts grow faster, her sweating body pinning me down. The younger’s nails drag against my pecs, her desperate whines the only sound between us, and when Liz finally rips me free, her cock still buried in the younger’s pussy, I’m left shaking, slick with oil, their cum, and my own. She pulls back enough to meet my eyes—dark, satisfied—before she bends down again, her tongue tracing the mark on my arm. “*Your turn.*”

At the time the place was surrounded by the police and the younger one told the older one i think you better finish him and you better come really good and this is are last fuck we are getting

Liz’s smirk flickered as her fingernails dug into the younger’s hips, holding her in place where Liz’s cock was buried deep. The younger’s words were a raw, gasping whisper as she fought for breath between thrusts. Liz’s eyes darkened, savoring the sight of me—bruised, slick, and trembling beneath them—before she pinned the younger with a hard look. *“Last fuck?”* Liz repeated, voice thick with amusement and something else—something sharper. She pulled back just enough to make the younger cry out, hips stuttering before she sank down again, oil leaking between her thighs. The younger groaned, fingers clawing at the console’s edge. *“Yeah. This is it. Last time you can—”** A brutal twist of Liz’s wrist silenced her, the older woman’s cum dripping from the younger’s lips as she choked it back. *“You keep saying that,”* Liz panted, her thumb pressing into the younger’s clit through her soaked panties, forcing a shuddering breath from her. *“But here’s the thing.”* Her free hand slid around the younger’s throat, fingers not yet restrictive but the promise there. *“You’ve got two more holes to fuck.”* The younger whimpered, her pussy already clenching around Liz’s cock as her free hand fumbled at the buckle of her own pants. Liz smirked, teeth grazing the younger’s shoulder before she tore her mouth away with a wet pop. *“You’ve been waiting for this all night,”* she murmured, oil slicking the younger’s collarbone as Liz’s fingers slid between her panties, already wet with Liz’s cum and her own need. The younger’s fingers trembled against the console, her voice a broken plea. *“I—I don’t know if—”** “I don’t give a *shit* if you can take it,” Liz growled, ripping the younger’s panties aside in one swift motion. Her cock was still oiled and hard, every flex making her mouth around mine swell with a new rush of need. The younger was already trembling, her body arching up as Liz’s tongue traced her pussy lips—hot, insistent—while the older woman’s weight ground hers into the younger’s back. *“You’re gonna do what you’re told.”* Her thumb circled the younger’s entrance, slow, deliberate, and the younger’s gasp was almost a laugh. Then—lick. Press. The younger’s body jerked, the console thudding against my chest as her pussy fought to take Liz’s fingers deeper. Liz watched my face, dark eyes gleaming in the low light, before pulling her hand back with a *pop*. “Open your fucking mouth,” Liz ordered, the younger’s knees buckling as Liz’s knuckles grazed her clit. Her lips parted. The first taste was oil and cum—my cock still slick between them. Liz’s fingers brushed my cheek before sliding into the younger’s mouth, forcing her to gag around me. “That’s it—*swallow*.”

Liz’s fingers slide out of the younger’s mouth with a wet sound, leaving them gasping against the console, her lips still stretched wide. The older woman exhales sharply, her voice rough as her tongue traces the inside of her own wrist—now glistening with the younger’s saliva. *“Good girl.”* Her nails flex against the younger’s thighs, keeping them spread, and she watches me, dark and knowing, before she turns back to the younger. “No mercy tonight,” Liz murmurs, her hand already looping around the younger’s throat again. This time, she applies just enough pressure to make their breath hitch. Below, the younger’s pussy is slick and swollen, her clit still throbbing from the contact. Liz’s cock twitches at the thought, fresh oil already dripping onto her ass. The younger’s whine is muffled, their legs trembling as Liz’s thumb presses just inside their hole—*not* enough to fill her, just enough to remind her how desperate she already is. *“You’re gonna take every fucking inch of me,”* Liz promises, voice dropping lower, her grip tightening around the younger’s throat. *“And then you’re gonna take what he’s been saving for you.”* My own cock throbs beneath me, forgotten in the chaos of their bodies. I don’t dare move. Liz’s smirk widens as she feels my reaction, and her fingers dip lower, tracing the younger’s slit before circling—*teasing*. The younger squirms, oil slicking her skin as Liz’s cock drags through her pussy, forcing her to choke on the moans. *“You’ve been dripping for *hours* now,”* Liz taunts, her thumb finally sliding deeper, fingers digging into the younger’s spread thighs to keep them still. Their pussy clamps down, wet and gasping, and Liz laughs again—*darker* this time. *“That’s the fucking idea.”*

And then the police kicked down the door and arrested them both and the police said i guess you took a really long ride

The younger’s gasp was cut short as the metal doorframe splintered against the console, the impact rattling Liz’s grip around them. *“—ride!”* the younger choked out, Liz’s fingers still buried deep, but they both froze, oil slicking their skin with a fresh glisten of sweat. Uniformed boots stormed in, the room instantly flooded with shouting commands—flashlights, gloves, batons all just *out of reach*. Liz’s other hand tightened around the younger’s throat, her voice a low snarl, *“Shh.”* The younger whimpered, struggling to breathe, but froze under the older woman’s warning. Above them, the younger’s knees locked against the console, their pussy still pulsing around Liz’s fingers as their ass jerked up in desperate, silent need. Liz smirked against their shoulder, teeth grazing the curve as she fucked her wrist deeper, the younger’s gagging breath a wild, hitching mess. *“They’ll take us to jail,”* she whispered, *“but at least we’re not getting a goddamn ride.”* Her thumb hooked, scraping just inside the younger’s swollen hole, and the younger’s thighs trembled, their breath coming in stolen pants. *“You better come *real* good for me,”* Liz ordered, the younger’s nails digging into the console, their muffled whine the only answer. *“Or I’ll fucking—”* A baton slammed into the metal frame, sparks flying as the officer’s voice cut her off—*“Freeze! Hands where I can *see* them!”*—but Liz didn’t move. didn’t *flinch*. Because her cock was still oil-slick and hard, the younger’s pussy still stretched around her fingers, and the younger’s free hand was already fumbling, desperate, against the console’s base—*right where their restraints would be*.

The cuffs bite unpleasantly into their wrists as they’re hauled to their feet, legs still slick with sweat and oil, their thighs trembling. Liz huffs a breath against the younger’s ear—*wetter* now, her voice strained but defiant. *“I remember *how tight* you were. How hard you came.”* Her hands are wrenched behind their back, the older woman’s fingers still buried inside them—just long enough to feel their pulse, slick and erratic, against the console. *“And I *know* you remember how good my cock felt.”* Another twist, another hitching gasp. Liz’s smirk is the last thing they see before the door swings shut. *“We’ll be back for you.”* The younger’s whimper is swallowed by the clatter of boots, the slam of a cell door. Both women freeze mid-step, Liz’s grip tightening again, her voice dropping to a growl. *“We’ll *remember* that goddamn ride.”*