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Bank Teller

Bank Teller


My daughter is a bank teller at my bank. I am the president of the bank, thanks to my grandfather and my father passing the title down to me.

Tiffany is a gorgeous twenty-five-year-old bombshell. In high school she was the head cheerleader, Homecoming Queen, and of course she dated the Captain of the Football Team too. In college she was also very popular, part of a sorority, and she got excellent grades in business too.

Tiffany is only a teller at the moment just to learn all of the jobs from the bottom up, like I had to several years ago. Grandfather had insisted that each bank president start at the bottom of the ladder. Of course it is easy to start at the bottom if you already know that you are going to be the president someday.

Tiffany got married right after her college graduation. She married her high school boyfriend, the football captain. He also did well in college but not as good as Tiffany had. He was hoping to become a professional football player and was only a mediocre student in engineering. He got a decent job with a local manufacturing company.

Within a few months of marriage they were pregnant. Because Tiffany and I worked together almost every day I was much more knowledgeable of what was going on with her pregnancy than either her husband or her mother were. I had given her time off from work for her doctor appointments and knew the results immediately upon her return. She had shown me her maternity pants and tops that she had purchased on her lunch hours. She had even shown me her maternity bras, the kind with the trap doors in them for nursing the baby. I was surprised when she showed that particular bra to me in my office by lifting up her maternity top. I got to admire her breasts in a bra that completely covered them. She showed a lot more breast in her bikini as she swims in my pool or sits in my Jacuzzi at home. Of course with her top up I also got to see her elastic pants and the way they formed to her enlarging belly. I was also treated to the view of her bellybutton being turned inside out.

When she was about six months pregnant she started complaining about her lack of sex. It seems that her husband had decided that he didn’t want to climb her mountain to make love to her anymore. Of course she thought that it was because he was having an affair with another woman. The worst part was that Tiffany was craving more and more sex but getting less or actually none. This had been going on for a couple of months and Tiffany was very frustrated.

Tiffany talked more and more about sex and masturbating with me. By the time she was seven months pregnant she actually sat in my office, lifted her top, and slipped her hand down into her maternity pants to relieve her discomfort.

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