Mickey never knew his father, not even his name.  As early as he could remember, he
had many uncles that visited his mother.  He was only nine when he figured out that the
uncles weren’t even related to him, they were just his mother’s men friends, staying for a
week or even a month, but never longer.  The list became endless; his mother had poor
taste in men.  At the young age of fourteen, he was on his own.  The police took his
mother away while he was playing hooky from school, sent to the prison farm for a year for
the crime of prostitution, pimping, petty larceny and lewd behavior.  The town folk wanted
her out of the town one way or another and they didn’t care about her bastard son.
      Mickey was already a gifted pickpocket by then, so he packed up what little clothes
he had and headed out, picking pockets to support himself.  He did well for himself, but
he always wanted more.  He saw the rich men in Chicago with the dames on their arms.  That
was what he wanted, but he needed more money than pick pocketing could provide.
      At the tender age of eighteen, Mickey Chase started a gang to rob banks.  It was
1920 and prohibition had just begun.  He teamed up with Charlie Mayes, four years older
than Mickey, but Mickey was the boss.  He had the brains, Charlie, the brawn.  They were
in a small speakeasy in Chicago, having a drink.
      “Tulsa is easy pickings.  Oil has made them rich, and the banks are filled with oil
money.”  Mickey had been planning this for almost a year.  They weren’t going to bust into
the bank with guns blazing.  They were going to be more subtle.  The bank president was
going to march them in and help them empty the safe.  Since he wouldn’t be too obliging to
do this, they would hold his wife hostage.  They would hold them both hostages overnight,
and then waltz into the bank just before opening and empty the safe.
      “You sure this is going to work?”  Charlie would much rather use his Tommy gun to
scare them into giving him the money, but Mickey said that was too dangerous and deadly.
      “Yeah.  And we can entertain ourselves with the president’s wife while we are
waiting for morning.  I’m sure she would be accommodating.  Nothing would make her husband
more willing to do what we say than to see his wife fucking and sucking all night.  He
would be willing to do anything to stop it.”  That would be one of the fringe benefits.
      “Now, that I would love.  Haven’t had a whore in a while.”  Charlie loved a piece
of ass, and an unwilling one made it that much better.  She couldn’t refuse him anything
he wanted to do or make her do.  He never bound a girl with ropes before, imaging all the
things he could do to her.
      “We’re going to need a car.  A good one.  It’s about 600 miles, and mine won’t make
that long trip.”  Mickey drove a broken-down pickup truck.  They needed something with
style.
      “I know this high-class speakeasy on the other side of town.  Friday night it’s
packed with the rich and privileged.  I am sure we can find suitable transportation and be
out of town by the time they come out in the early morning.”  Charlie could hotwire any
car, one of his many talents.
      “Toast to our new fortunes,” Mickey holding his shot of scotch up to Charlie, both
of them clicking glasses to their new career.
      
* * *
      
      The car theft went without a hitch, Charlie and Mickey the new owner of a 1921
Cadillac Victoria.  It was just what they needed, able to carry four passengers with no
trouble.  They now traveled in style, the car barely a year old.  They stole new plates in
Kansas City, preferring out of state plates once they arrived in Tulsa.  It would make it
harder to find out if they were stolen.  They didn’t want to be caught for car theft, not
when they would be wanted for bank robbery.  They made good time, arriving in Tulsa on
Monday morning.  They stopped at a small motel just outside of town while they checked out
the banks in Tulsa.  They would look for a hideout once they pulled their first heist and
had enough money for a cabin in nearby Arkansas where they could hold out away from all
the heat.
      
* * *
      
      First National City Bank of Turley was run by bank President, James Kirkland.  He
was a handsome scoundrel that charmed the women, marrying his wife, Vivian, five years
ago.  Her father made his money in oil.  James started the bank with his money, keeping
his daughter happy at the same time he took advantage of all the lovely female flesh that
a prosperous bank could provide.  He looked out the window of his office to the teller
cage, his eyes feasting on the young body of Maude.  She wore a plaid skirt that clung to
her hips and ass, the girl preferring the more modern fashion, the skirt cut short, almost
up to her knees.  She wore a brightly colored cashmere sweater, much more than she could
probably afford, but she looked good in it, her tits hard and pointed, probably encased in
a silky slip, or at least, that is what is mind had conjured up.  Tonight he would find
out.  She would be working late on the “bank audit” he lied to her about.  There would be
only the two of them, Vivian expecting him late tonight.  Maude worked for the bank for
two months, long enough to get comfortable with the handsome salary he paid her.  Long
enough to realize what it would mean if she were no longer working for the bank.  She
tried to stay away from him, but he made sure she knew exactly whom her boss was.
      It was Tuesday, and Maude was nervous all day.  Mr. Kirkland ogled her constantly. 
Maude never really caught him, each time turning around to find him doing something else,
but she could sense it.  She could feel his eyes burning on her backside.  The other
tellers all had stools to sit down on, but he refused one for her.  She was sure it was so
he could look at her butt.  It’s not that she didn’t like men looking at her; she even
went out of the way to buy skirts that hugged every curve of her buttocks.  It was just
humiliating.
      She couldn’t deny that he was handsome, with his long, black wavy hair, a handlebar
mustache and a charm that made your knees go weak when he talked to you.  It was his eyes.
 There was a lust in them when he looked at you, almost making you feel like you were
naked in front of him, and he was making you do all sorts of perverted acts.  She was
worried about tonight, having to stay and work overtime to help with the bank audit.  She
tried to get out of it, but he was insistent, his veiled threats as to her future
employment making her finally submit.  The job paid well, better than she ever had before,
and she didn’t want to lose that.  Turley wasn’t a big city, and there weren’t any other
jobs that paid this well.
      “Dong, dong, dong, dong,” the clock on the wall rang out four o’clock.  Billy, the
guard locked the door, standing at it until the last customer went out.  Everyone rushed
to close out their window so they could go home.  They slowly filed out until only Maude
and Mr. Kirkland were left.  She started to work on the audit, her head buried in her
work, hoping to avoid Mr. Kirkland.
      “Come in here, Maude.”  Mr. Kirkland’s voice made her jump.  She closed and locked
her drawer, walking over to his office.  She was surprised when she opened his door.  On
his conference table were two plates and a bottle of wine.
      “Sit down.  My wife made us dinner.  After all, we will be here for a while, and I
wouldn’t want to be responsible for you starving to death.”  He poured a glass of wine for
the both of them.  “I thought of the wine.  Good food should always be enjoyed with a nice
wine.”  It was really his maid that cooked the dinner, but it made it sound like his wife
was more agreeable to tonight than she was.  Vivian hated when he worked late.  She
suspected that he had other women on the side but could never prove it.  Vivian wasn’t
much for sex, consenting to their usual Wednesday night more out of duty than desire, but
James liked that.  He pushed her to the limits each Wednesday night, and she never
complained, at least to him.
      She sat down, suddenly realizing that she was hungry.  It was almost six and lunch
had been a long ways away.  There was chicken and potatoes, with a small salad.  She took
a sip of the wine, never tasting anything like it before.  Mr. Kirkland talked while she
was eating, asking about her family, making small talk.  She became more comfortable with
him or maybe it was the two glasses of wine.
      James put the plates away, pouring another glass of wine for the both of them.
      “No, I can’t,” Maude tried to protest.
      “I insist.  It helps digestion.  We still have a couple of hours of work to do.”
      She drank some more of the wine, going down so smoothly, a warm glow spreading
through her body.  It didn’t take long before they both finished their glasses.
      “Back to work.”  He put the glasses in the basket with the other dishes.  She was
already going back to her window, the pile of papers in her hand.  His eyes followed the
sensuous sway of her ass, the skirt clinging to her firm cheeks as she walked.  His cock
throbbed in his trousers.  He gave her ten minutes, watching as she worked on the papers
that he gave her.  He walked out quietly, almost sneaking up on her.
      Between the lightheadedness from the wine and her concentration on the work he gave
her, Maude didn’t hear him behind her until it was too late.  She felt him first.  She was
startled when his hands slid over her waist, and then she felt the unmistakable presence
of his prick pushing against her butt.  She tried to turn around, but he held her waist as
she tried to protest.  “You scared me,” trying not to offend him but wanting to move away
from his hands and body.
      “I didn’t want to scare you.”  He moved closer until he felt the lovely pillows of
her ass engulf his hard cock.  If only they were both naked.  She was squirming to get
away, but it only made her ass cheeks rub back and forth over his cock as if she were
masturbating him.  His hands slid down to her shapely hips, controlling them.  “Slow down,
side to side,” he urged her, moving her hips until her ass slid so seductively over his
cock.
      He thought she was doing it on purpose; his hands made her slide her butt over his
growing prick.  “I’m not—” her protest was cut off as he nibbled on her neck, sending
chills up her spine as he sucked her skin.  He was kissing her, as a lover would do, not
her boss.  He was older than she was and her boss.  She couldn’t do this.  She had to stop
him.  He bit her neck, the pain shooting through her body, but it wasn’t pain by the time
it reached her brain.  It was more pleasure.  She couldn’t let her body be turned on by
him.  She had to stop him.  She tried to push him away with her hands, but he grabbed one
of them, pushed it to the front of his trousers, and then pinned it between him and her
butt before she could protest.  She couldn’t move her hand, her fingers curled around his
prick as it jerked in uncontrollable pleasure.
      “Yes, I like that, Maude.  You know just what to do to turn me on.”  He pressed
harder against her ass, her fingers tightening on his trapped cock.  He flexed his cock. 
“See how excited you make me, Maude.”
      She couldn’t move her hand as his prick jerked in her fingers.  Every time she
tried to pull it free, it only excited him more as if she were doing it on purpose.  “No,
no,” she tried to protest, but his hands on her hips guiding her side to side on his
growing prick.
      “You say no, Maude, but your hand says yes.  I don’t think I can control you,” he
teased her.  He spun her around, Maude coming face to face with him.  He pushed down on
her shoulders until she had no choice but to fall to her knees.  She looked up at him with
a shocked look on her face as she suddenly realized the position she was in and what would
be required of her.
      One minute she was trying to get away, the next she found herself on her knees
staring at the front of his trousers, the bulge straining the material.  She could only
watch his hands as they moved to his trousers, as the belt was unbuckled, and the buttons
on the front of his trousers opened.  Maude looked away, ashamed that her boss had exposed
himself to her.
      He fished his cock out of his trousers, pushing them out of the way until his cock
bobbed in front of him, seven inches of horny cock waiting for Maude to suck him.  His
hand went to her head, lifting up her chin and turning her head until she was staring at
his cock.  He could feel her hot breath only inches from his cock, her mouth suddenly
shutting tight, her lips sealed as she realized his intentions.  “Look what you did to me,
Maude.  You should feel ashamed of yourself.  There is only one way to redeem you.  You
are going to have to take me in your mouth.”
      She never saw a prick so up close, never expecting it to be her boss.  It was big,
bigger than anything she ever touched before.  The head was thick, a sharp ridge around
the edge and then a shaft that spiraled with blue veins of coursing blood.  It ended in a
mass of wiry hairs, Maude able to make out the wrinkled ball sack hanging below covered in
more wiry hairs.  He couldn’t expect her to take his prick in her mouth.  She would have
protested, but she was afraid if she opened her mouth, he would take that as a sign that
she was ready and thrust into her mouth before the words came out.  She could only kneel
before him, her lips clenched tight in silent protest.  He began to pump his prick, his
hand sliding up and down the shaft, the tip glistening with shiny wetness that leaked from
the head.
      James couldn’t wait any longer, his hips pushing forward until the head of his cock
rubbed along the silky smoothness of her cheek.  It jerked and jumped from the first
touch, James finally able to control it as the head leaked a trail of his cum along her
face.
      She couldn’t believe the shame she felt when he rubbed his prick on her face, his
hot cum feeling as if it was branding her skin as he rubbed it back and forth over her
cheek.  How could he do such a thing to me?  She felt soiled and debased.  He didn’t stop,
his prick sliding over her cheek, even leaving a trail of drying cum on her nose before he
painted her lips with the head of his prick.  She tried to shut out the obscene scene
before her as she felt her lips painted with his hot, sticky cum.
      No matter how tight her lips, he could still feel her breath on him as he rubbed
his throbbing cock on her face.  He pushed forward, lifting up his cock so he could rub
his balls on her face, one hand on the back of her head as he held her pinned against
him.
      It felt so rough, his hairs scratching her skin as he rubbed his balls on her face.
 She was being used like a slave, kneeling before him as he rubbed his sex on her face. 
Would this shame ever end?
      With one hand holding the back of her head, his other hand pinched her nose.  Her
eyes opened wide as she realized his intentions.  She tried to shake her head lose, but he
pinched her nose tighter, and his large hand was able to control her head with ease.
      Her lungs began to burn, unable to breathe any longer though her nose, tears in her
eyes as he pinched her nose too tight.  Her lungs were starved for air, and she knew what
was going to happen.  As soon as she opened her mouth to breathe, he would thrust his
prick inside, and she would be unable to push it out again unless he let her.  She
couldn’t do it, not take his prick in her mouth.  She held out as long as she could until
she began to grow dizzy, a blackness beginning to come over her.  Her natural instinct to
survive finally took over, doing the only thing that she could do.  She opened her mouth,
sucking in the precious air for her starved lungs.  “EEEEHHH,” Maude sucking in air
through her mouth.
      James took the opportunity, releasing her nose long enough to grasp his cock and
place it on her lower lips.  His cock jerked when he felt her hot breath on his cock, his
hips shooting forward until the head of his cock lodged in her mouth.  He pinched her nose
again, her mouth opening wider so he could push his cock farther into her mouth.  The head
of his cock slid over her tongue, his cock dancing excitedly.  He looked down at her, her
eyes opened wide in protest, but all he saw were her sweet lips opened and his cock
splitting them apart.  He released her nose again, Maude’s nostrils flaring as she filled
her lungs, her lips closing automatically to grasp his cock in a wet, soft embrace.  He
pumped his shaft, his hand hitting her chin until he felt a jet of cum shoot out
prematurely in her mouth.  He saw the look on her face, as she tasted his cum for the
first time.  There would be much more of that.
      She was too concerned with breathing, the all-important basic function of life
taking precedent over all others.  By the time her lungs filled with air again, she
realized that her mouth was filled with his prick, his hot flesh sitting on her tongue as
his hand pumped his prick, banging painfully into her chin and lip.  Then she felt it, a
jerk of his prick, and then a jet of fluid covered her tongue with a thick, pasty
substance.  She couldn’t believe how salty it was, small drops permeating her taste buds. 
He had shot out some cum in her mouth.  How could he soil me like this?  She tried to
protest, but all that came out was garbled words, her mouth stuffed with his prick.
      “Yes, that’s what you wanted all the time, Maude.  Seducing me with that sexy body.
 He used two hands on her head, one on each side to begin to guide her.  He pumped his
cock in and out of her mouth.  “Suck me, Maude.  Use your tongue to pleasure me.”  He
rocked her back and forth until he felt her tongue moving, trying to get out of the way. 
He squeezed her head tighter.  “Your tongue, play with the head of my cock with your
tongue.”
      She couldn’t do it, not what he asked.  He wanted her to suck him as if she had
planned it all along.  She had never had a man’s organ in her mouth and never intended to.
 He was forcing her, and all she could do was kneel submissively as he shoved his prick in
and out of her lips, stretched tight around his prick.  His hands held her head.  She
tried to push her tongue out of the way when his prick slid over it, only to feel it jerk
in pleasure as it accidentally touched the hot head of his prick.  His hands squeezed
tighter on her head until she thought her head would explode.  She had to stop this and
there was only one way out of this.  Her tongue began to move, hesitantly running over the
head of his prick in her mouth.  More cum leaked out, but the taste already filled her
mouth.  Her tongue began to dance over his prick, teasing along the edge of the thick
ridge, feeling his prick jump in excitement, Maude realizing the pleasure she was bringing
him.  She was almost proud of what she was doing to him if she wasn’t so humiliated to be
sucking his cock.
      “That’s a good girl,” he urged her on with his hands, her head moving, her tight
lips running up and down his shaft like a tight hand.  “Suck me in; I want to feel my cock
at the back of your mouth.”  He was surprised by her response.  Even though he held her
head tight, forcing her to suck his cock, her hands were free, and she made no attempt to
stop him.  They were at her side almost as if they were pinned there, her fists clenched
into tight balls.  Her cheeks hollowed, his cock feeling like it was drawn in by an unseen
force, her powerful suction drawing him deep into her mouth.  He began to fuck her mouth,
his hips driving it back and forth, her tongue continuing to race all over his cock.  He
wouldn’t last much longer the way she was going, and it wasn’t her mouth that would take
his cum.  He wanted her pussy.  He gave her a few more minutes, Maude almost energetically
sucking his cock like a pro.
      He never gave her a chance to rest her mouth or tongue, his prick filling her mouth
at all times.  His cum flooded her mouth with the salty paste, Maude preparing for the
moment when he would cum, and she would be forced to swallow his cum or choke to death on
it, not sure which would be worse.  She was surprised when he unexpectedly pulled his
prick from her mouth, suddenly finding her mouth empty.  She almost felt bad.  She looked
at him, his hand around his prick, waving it in front of her.
      “Let me help you up, Maude.”  James was almost a gentleman, except that he was
half-naked in front of her.  He pulled up his pants to his waist so he could walk.  “Into
my office.”
      She knew what he wanted.  The only reason he didn’t cum in her mouth was that he
wanted to fuck her, and she knew there was little she could do to stop him.  She was led
off to his office like a lamb to the slaughter.
      “Kneel up on the chair.  Facing it.”  He had a large leather chair to the side of
his desk.  He helped her up, making sure that she didn’t balk at his request. He loved her
shiny lips, testament to the cum he had left on them when he pulled out of her mouth.
      She did as he said, kneeling on the chair, feeling her skirt pull tight across her
buttocks, shamed at how she must look from behind.  She knew it would only get worse; her
clothes would be the next casualty.  She put her hands on the top of the chair and waited.
 It wasn’t long before he was behind her again, his hands sliding over her waist, but they
only paused for a second before they crept up her sides.  It almost tickled if it weren’t
for the fact that at any second they would be cradling her breasts.
      He loved the feel of her sweater, the cashmere so soft, especially when his hands
cradled her breasts from beneath.  He squeezed gently, hearing her gasp, but she didn’t
try to stop him as he molded her firm breasts.  He could feel her nipples popping to life
beneath his fingers; they were definitely enjoying his touch.  His fingertip sought them
out, pinching small bits of her breasts until he felt it, hard nipples beneath his touch. 
He pinched harder, her back arching as she tried to push away from his fingers, but he
only followed her every movement.  He squeezed tighter.
      He was touching her breasts, his hands squeezing them, though she couldn’t deny the
feeling that raced through her body.  She found her nipples throbbing, growing harder, his
fingers searching them out, the hardened tips hard to hide from his searching fingers.  He
squeezed them too hard, Maude trying to get away from his groping hands, but she only
succeeded in making her nipples stretch as he tightened his grip on the abused flesh.
      “I love the feel of a firm pair of tits beneath a nice sweater, and from the
hardness of your nipples, you do, too.”  James needed no further encouragement, slowly
pulling the bottom of the sweater up over her back, a pretty pale blue slip revealed. 
Like an obedient slut, Maude raised her arms up so he could take of the sweater, slipping
it up and off.  The slip had a plunging back, her pale, naked skin revealed, but his eyes
were drawn to the front.  It was such a frail garment, the chemise clinging to her
breasts, thin shoulder straps holding it up, the front cut deeply so James got a good look
at the deep cleavage between her breasts.
      She was half undressed, seeing James looking over her shoulder, Maude straightening
up when she realized how much of her bare breasts were revealed, but it only made her
breasts thrust out farther as if she were offering them up to him.  She began to panic
when his hands slid down to her waist, paused for a moment then went lower down the side
of her skirt, undoing the buttons that held it up.  She felt the waistline spring free,
feeling James tugging the tight skirt down over her hips.  She should be worried about
being stripped naked, but instead, she worried about whether he would tear her skirt as he
took it off her.  It took only a minute for him to peel it down her legs, James making her
lift her knees so that he could pull it down each leg.  In a moment, it was thrown to the
desk to join her sweater.
      “Nice ass,” his hands following his eyes, smoothing the silk down over her ass
cheeks, the positioning of Maude kneeling on the chair thrust her ass out, an erotic site,
the silk clinging to two firm buttocks.  He put one hand in front of her as she tried to
move away from his fondling hands, pressing on her abdomen until she arched her ass up
seductively.
      His hands were everywhere, running over her, Maude clenching her cheeks, James only
growing more excited as her buttock clenched and unclenched.  He held her pinned with his
two hands as he explored every part of her intimate body, but at least her legs were still
closed, though his fingers did send shivers through her body when they traced down her
clenched crack so low that she could almost feel them touching her pussy.
      His cock twitched in excitement as he stripped her naked, James needed to be inside
her and fast.  He grabbed the bottom of the slip and drew it up over her ass, feasting his
eyes on the crotch-less bloomers she wore.  Her legs were still tightly clenched together,
but he would soon remedy that situation once he had her naked.  Her breasts spilled out of
her slip, the firm flesh pale white with big, dark brown areolas and nipples that looked
like hardened stones popping out the tips.  He threw the slip, falling to the floor in his
excitement as his hands engulfed her naked breasts before she could hide those beauties
from his eyes.
      It felt like her nipples were going to explode when his hands engulfed them, his
fingers digging into her flesh, a fingernail scraping along one nipple, the electric shock
racing through her body.  It felt like her nipples would explode as his fingers caressed
along her naked flesh.  She arched her butt back, feeling the hot flesh of his prick slip
in her bloomers, the flesh so hot that it felt like a branding iron touching her flesh. 
She tried to move away from it, but his hands slid down over her stomach until she felt
them slip into the band of her bloomers.  She arched back out again, her buttocks touching
his prick as it jerked in pleasure from her touch.