Bank Manager Fucked Desi Girl In The Bank Itself

In the heart of bustling Mumbai, nestled among the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, lay the unassuming Emergency Savings & Loan Bank. It was a modest yet thriving financial institution, catering to the hardworking, middle-class residents of the city. The bank’s manager, Vikram Singh, was a strapping, handsome man in his early 30s. With his chiseled features, coal-black hair, and piercing hazel eyes, he was a quite the catch among the single women in the neighborhood.

One sultry afternoon, as the sun beat down mercilessly on the city, a beautiful young woman stepped into the bank. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant salwar kameez, her lush, raven-black hair cascading down her back in a silken curtain. Her name was Priya Patel, a 22-year-old college student, scoring a high-album in computer applications. She had a petite, slender frame, but her ample cleavage and jutting hips swayed seductively as she walked towards the counter.

Vikram, engrossed in some paperwork, looked up and was instantly smitten by Priya’s beauty. He flashed her a charming smile, “Namaste, madam. How may I assist you today?”

Priya returned his smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Namaste, Vikram. I’ve recently opened an account here and wanted to withdraw some cash for my birthday party tonight.”

Vikram nodded, “Of course, Priya. Let me just verify your details.”

As he typed away on his computer, his eyes kept flicking back to Priya’s supple curves, hidden beneath the lapis-blue fabric of her garment. He felt his groin stir, and a surge of desire coursed through his veins. Vikram cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Your details check out, Priya. I’ll return shortly with the cash.”

He disappeared into the back room, his heart pounding in his chest. Vikram returned a few minutes later, clutching a bulging envelope. Priya watched him with a knowing smirk, sensing his attraction to her. She leaned forward, giving him an eyeful of her heaving bosom. “Thank you, Vikram. I really appreciate your help,” she purred, reaching out to stroke his hand with her finger.

Vikram nearly dropped the envelope at her touch, his manhood throbbing painfully against his trousers. He swallowed hard, meeting Priya’s smoldering gaze. “It’s my pleasure, Priya. Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked, hoping his desperation wasn’t too obvious.

Priya’s smile widened, and she leaned even closer, her breath hot on his ear. “I was hoping you might join me at my birthday party tonight. It’s not too far from here, at the Delhi Darbar restaurant.”

Vikram’s heart nearly burst with excitement at the prospect of spending more time with Priya. “I would love to join you, Priya,” he breathed, his hand accidentally brushing against her soft, supple breast.

Priya gasped softly, her nipple stiffening beneath her blouse. She moved her hand to his thigh, her fingers tracing the growing bulge in his pants. “I have a hotel room nearby,” she whispered, “Perhaps we could discuss the details of my party there.”

Vikram’s mind raced with the possibilities, his manhood now fully engorged and straining against his zipper. “Lead the way, my dear,” he growled, locking the bank door and following Priya out onto the street.

The hotel was a short walk away, and Vikram couldn’t keep his eyes off Priya’s swaying hips and round, firm ass. Once inside the room, Priya locked the door and turned to face him. “I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you at the bank,” she confessed, reaching up to unbutton her blouse.

Vikram’s eyes widened as her breasts sprang free, round and full, topped with dark, upturned nipples. He reached out to cup them, his thumbs grazing her stiff peaks. Priya moaned, her hands fumbling with his belt buckle. She tugged his pants down, unleashing his thick, 12-inch cock. Vikram hissed as her delicate hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him to full hardness.

He pushed her back onto the bed, untying her salwar kameez and spreading her legs wide. Priya’s bare pussy glistened with arousal, her inner folds already swollen and slick. Vikram dipped his head between her thighs, lapping at her juices with his hungry tongue. Priya squealed with delight, her fingers tangling in his hair as he suckled her clit.

Vikram couldn’t wait any longer. He crawled up her body, the tip of his cock brushing against her entrance. Priya wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him inside her tight, hot sheath. They both groaned as he filled her to the brim, his thickness stretching her walls exquisitely. Vikram began to move, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes.

Priya met his every thrust, her hips grinding against his. The bed creaked and rocked as they fucked, the scent of their desire filling the air. Vikram trailed kisses along Priya’s neck, nibbling on her earlobe as he pounded into her pussy. Priya gasped and shuddered, her climax building deep within her core.

Vikram could feel his own end approaching, his balls tightening as the pressure mounted. He reached between their bodies, massaging Priya’s clit in tight circles. That was all it took. Priya cried out, her pussy clamping down around him as she came hard. The sensation triggered his own release, and Vikram buried himself deep inside her, his hot seed spurting in thick, creamy ropes.

They lay together, panting and sated, their sweat-dampened bodies entwined. Vikram smiled at Priya, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. “That was incredible,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Priya grinned back, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingers. “I can’t wait for you to join me at my party tonight. I have a few more surprises in store for you,” she winked.

Little did Vikram know, but Priya had been planning this seduction for weeks, eager to add the handsome bank manager to her list of conquests. And as he lay there, blissfully unaware, Priya’s devious mind was already plotting their next tryst, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from Vikram’s magnificent cock.