Have you seen them? I’m talking about all those infomercials and magazine ads advertising panties that don’t show off any panty line, as if a panty line is a girl’s worst nightmare. I just don’t get it. As a guy, I love a girl in tight pants whose panty line is showing, especially if they’re bikini panties, so that you can make out not only the leg lines on each side, but also the waist line of the panties too. What’s more, I don’t know a single guy who doesn’t. Luckily, the girls at the downtown central bank where I work all know this. In fact, the panty line has become a playful signal for these girls, to let all us guys know which one or ones of them are offering out free blowjobs that day.

It really is a cute little game with them, because they never tell us who’s ‘accepting liquid deposits’ the next day, or even on the day itself. Us guys just have to check out all the girls’ asses to see which girls (or girls) have an obvious panty line. What’s fun about this is (1) that we all get to check out the girls’ asses, with their blessing; and (2) that, once a girl shows up wearing visible panties, she has committed herself to ensuring her mouth is available, upon request, until that business day is over. No copping out is allowed. (One new girl, named Jenn, once showed up at work wearing camel-coloured pants with a very visibly panty-line, having totally forgotten that she’d asked her Mom and Dad to pop by to see the new place where she was working. She remembered about an hour after her day had started, but it was too late. Boy! Were Mom and Dad surprised when they showed up to find Jenn on her knees blowing the bank manager!)

Anyway, the girls do help us guys figure out whose mouth is open for business, by wearing tight dress pants that have no pockets in the back, and panties with clear lines. About a month ago, for example, it was pretty blonde Rhonda’s turn. She showed up to work wearing front pleated gray, pin-striped pants with two front pockets, but none in the back, plus black spike heels and a tight white sweater that just reached to her waist. When I showed up at work at about 9, four female tellers already were at the front desk serving customers. A quick glance showed that Rhonda was wearing bikini panties under her pants. I walked behind her and quickly reached over to brush my hand across her ass, a signal us guys use to let the girls know that we know that they’re this day’s designated slut. I was pleased that Rhonda was working today, because she truly is my favorite. I have a thing for blondes anyway, but especially ones who wear their hair in a ponytail, as Rhonda often does and did that day. Plus, Rhonda is a 34-24-34 and has a gorgeous little ass and a sweet, sweet face that all the guys at the branch love to pork. In fact, she knew to expect her mouth being violated by each one of us at least three or four times each and any day she made it available. Customers who aren’t aware of what’s going on often thought it odd that she kept being pulled this way and that through the bank by different men all through the day; but she didn’t mind. She just laughed privately at what they must be thinking.

I had to clock in and answer a couple of phone calls; but I knew to get back to Rhonda early lest she be booked up all morning. As it was, by 9:15, her telling station was vacant, so I had to watch out for her. At 9:20, I saw her walking back towards the desk having just emerged from the office of Brian, one of the loan officers. But, no sooner had she gotten half way to her desk than Martin, the bank manager, emerged quickly from his office to gently take her arm. I watched intently as he directed her over to where to older men were waiting in chairs, near the information desk. Martin introduced Rhonda to the men, and then they stood up and the four disappeared into the manager’s office. I know what was happening now. These were new large-account clients whom Rhonda was going to blow. Invariably, Rhonda would blow several clients today too, as Martin and others often called clients up and told them to rush on down when “the pretty, young blonde” was the one providing special bank services.

This was my cue to grab my camera, as the bank often provided these big wigs with a scrapbook of pictures as a memento of the day they opened their account. On Martin’s wall, believe it or not, there even was a big framed picture of Martin standing and shaking hands with a prominent octogenarian millionaire, both in business suits but the latter’s pant zipper open, while Rhonda was on her knees, staring into the camera with this senior’s cock in her mouth. Interestingly, in that picture, Rhonda was wearing the same gray pin-striped pants she was wearing today.

Anyway, there was a buzz of excitement among the tellers when they saw me returning from my office with my camera. Inevitably, people would stay after work to see all the pictures I’d taken and several would end up being sent around by email to serve as computer backgrounds, both at our and other branches. The other girls also all had noticed Rhonda being led in with TWO old guys, and knew she’d be having twice the fun.

Sure enough, Martin had been waiting for me and my camera, because Rhonda just started sinking to her knees when I rounded the corner into the open office. Her eyes quickly darted towards mine, as if to say – “Here we go again!” She knew how I liked to start these photo shoots, with her on her knees, her bum to the camera so I can capture her panty line and her nice high heeled shoes, with the two guys on either side her, her hand wrapped around one cock and her mouth wrapped around the other, while her head is turned as much as it can be so she can stare back into the camera. And, of course, she knew to jut out her bum a little bit to make her panty-line show even better.

“Hmm hmm?” she asked me.

“Perrrrrrfect,” I responded.

After posing for a few pretty pictures on one side, she turned to accept the other guy’s wang in her mouth, again turning her face back towards the camera and jutting her bum out a bit. Then, after posing for a few pictures like this, she started to blow them in earnest, while I wondered around capturing her from every angle I could. Her eyes followed the camera dutifully. Guys generally like seeing that a girl knows she’s being filmed while she sucks dick, and Rhonda certainly is aware of this. Martin, meanwhile, talked business, as if nothing was happening, informing the men about the various advantages of opening a ‘major’ account with this bank; these advantages, of course, included regular blowjobs from the girls. And, after a few minutes, when he undid his zipper and whipped out his own cock, Rhonda’s mouth quickly added him to her ‘rounds’, now alternating between three cocks, instead of just two. In fact, her mouth was wrapped around Martin’s cock when one of the other girls entered the office with a clipboard and a few forms for Martin to sign. Rhonda took Martin deep and held still and he calmly used the top of her head as a desk while he quickly read and signed the various forms. Later, all the other girls thought that the pictures of Rhonda ‘playing desk’ like this were ‘very cute’. Then, once Martin had finished signing everything and had handed the clipboard back to Jen, Rhonda happily resumed her triple blowjob activities.

Jenn’s parting words to Rhonda were that Paul, a loan officer who worked in the office next to mine, was with an old client who wanted to see her next.

“Hmm hmm?” Rhonda asked hopefully.

“Uh huh,” Jen answered, happily. “It’s Mr. Fountain with Brutus. Anyway, you guys have fun,” she said finally as she left, now smiling especially at Rhonda.

Over the next ten minutes, Rhonda’s experienced mouth brought all three men to climax, one after another emptying huge loads into her mouth, which she dutifully swallowed. She then licked the three men clean and helped them to zipper up. She’d left pink lipstick marks on the crotch of their pants, which she offered to clean off with moist towelettes she always carried with her, but the two older men declined. Neither of them minded others coming to realize they’d had a blowjob… it was a source of pride for them, in fact. Of course, Rhonda knew what bank customers would think, especially the older women, when they saw her emerge from an office accompanied by two old men with stains on their crotches matching her lipstick… but she didn’t care. And the marks would wash off with water later.

A hand reached out to Rhonda to help her up from her knees, she thanked everyone for the fun time, and then she was off to see her ‘favorite’ customer. Meanwhile, I rushed back to my office to retrieve my videocam, since I’d already taken thousands of pictures of Rhonda with Brutus (a couple of which were framed and on one of Paul’s walls), and she wanted some more live coverage this time. When I arrived at Paul’s office, Rhonda already was on her knees waiting patiently. She, Paul and Mr. Fountain all were pleased to see me; as, no doubt, was Brutus.

“Up, Brutus!” Mr. F. commanded. At that, the big Great Dane sat back, and then hoisted himself up onto his hind legs while Paul and Mr. F. each took hold of one front leg to support him. Their cocks already were out of their pants. But it was Brutus who Rhonda took into her mouth first.

I squatted down to get a good straight angle of her at work, while her mouth alternated between the three. Even Mr. F., at 64, had no trouble getting hard seeing this pretty blonde working on his friend. So, within about five minutes, both he and Paul had emptied their loads into Rhonda’s mouth and they had backed off to admire her continuing her fine work on Brutus.

“You know,” I said slyly. “This video would be even better if we had more natural light. Paul, do your blinds open?”

“Hmm hmm?” Rhonda asked, a bit nervously; because she knew that, of all the offices, being the one right near the main front entrance, Paul’s office was the one anyone approaching the bank inevitably saw right into as they walked the paved path to the front doors. Maybe, she thought, Paul wouldn’t want to open it.

“Sure,” Paul answered. “Do you want them open?”

Rhonda’s eyes darted right to me.

“Yes,” I said firmly, smiling right at Rhonda, still on her knees with Brutus deep in her mouth. “Open them ALL the way!”

And I immediately saw how pleased Rhonda was… she’d been worried that Paul was going to say no. Now, she happily renewed her efforts to get Brutus really hard, while Mr. Fountain supported both of Brutus’ front limbs and Paul broke away for a moment to open the blinds. He then stepped back so that he wouldn’t obscure Rhonda’s view of the outside and the outside’s view of Rhonda.

The pretty blonde’s eyes watched the outside path hopefully, and she was rewarded within seconds, as a young couple almost immediately came into view walking up to the bank. Rhonda’s and their eyes met as she continued to bob her head back and forth into Brutus’ groin. She was very pleased when the two sudden observers both stopped to watch, smiling, and the guy gave Rhonda the ‘thumbs up’ sign. As if on cue, Brutus started to pump his hips, as dogs do when they hump your leg. But, this time, it was Rhonda’s throat accepting the action, while her two hands rested calmly, one on each of Brutus’s hind legs. I nodded at Paul, who then reached out with his hand to push Rhonda even further onto Brutus. Now, her nose was buried in belly fur and every one of the animal’s thrusts was deep in her throat.

“Hgggggggggghhhh!” Rhonda gurgled.

Not forgetting her lovely ass, I often panned back to capture footage of Rhonda’s lovely panty line. Leaning so far into Brutus, her bum was a few inches off of her shoes and thrust out nicely, making her pin-striped pants as tight as ever across her sweet behind… and this, of course, really brought out those panty lines. Meanwhile, even pressed so hard against Brutus’ belly, Rhonda’s eyes continued to alternate between the camera and the ever-growing crowd of appreciative spectators standing at the window outside.

Brutus was pumping like mad now, and Rhonda knew it only would be a minute or two, at most, before her mouth filled up with a huge amount of creamy fluid that would easily surpass what any man could give her. Suddenly, a burst of white fluid erupted from her nose, and we knew that Rhonda had been rewarded for her due diligence. Paul let go of Rhonda’s head, and now it was her pumping furiously, her lips tight around Brutus as she strove to milk him of everything he could give her.

Finally, she slid off and proudly opened her mouth wide, her head tilted back of course, because otherwise she would have spilled the volume of fluid completely filling her mouth. People outside applauded. After she’d made sure they’d all had a chance to see how her tongue had been drowned in puzz, she closed her mouth carefully, smiled, and swallowed. Then she smiled with her mouth open to show that all the puzz was gone.

“Woo hoo!” one of the girls outside exclaimed as the applause erupted again.

Word had reached the office that another loan officer was waiting for Rhonda, but that he could wait. So Rhonda’s mouth returned to Brutus to milk him again, since dogs certainly can shoot more than once in succession, without any apparent decline in fluid quantity.

By the time Rhonda had brought Brutus to climax a second time, a new, even larger crowd had gathered outside to watch. And they too applauded loudly when Rhonda received her just reward.

“Thanks, Brutus,” Rhonda said later as Brutus licked her face, her hand lovingly scratching his ears. “And thanks, Mr. Fountain,” she added, standing up from her knees. He just smiled.

“When do I get blown?” I whispered in Rhonda’s ear as we left to a third office on the other side of the lobby.

“After this next one,” she answered sweetly, feeling my hand rubbing her butt as we walked briskly past the line of people waiting for tellers, virtually all of whom had enjoyed seeing Rhonda with Brutus.

The next fun little ‘surprise’ for Rhonda was a group of three Chinese businessmen, who barely spoke any English, all dressed in suits and meeting with Mr. Millar to open up a new business account. It was very cute. Being introduced to Rhonda as the girl who was going to give them all blowjobs, the men politely bowed in unison, at which point Rhonda bowed too, trying not to laugh. Of course, I took pictures of her ass as she did this, and of her nice high-heeled shoes which just accentuated her little bum as she bowed over. Once she straightened out again, she dropped to her knees and the three men gathered around her.

Because these men were shorter, as she reached up to undo each of their zippers, and each time she took a quick rest, Rhonda had to rest her bum against the back of her shoes, which was cute too. But, of course, while actually blowing these men and reaching her face forward into their groins, her bum lifted off her shoes nicely. The men spoke to each other constantly in Chinese, which she thought was very funny.

“Wo ying dang dao qi hang?” one of them said (at least, that’s what it sounded like to me). I asked one of them what that meant, and he laughed and asked: “I asked if we fuck throat.”

Rhonda heard this and answered him. “Hmm hmmmm!” she nodded, emphatically.

“Definitely, definitely make sure you all REALLY fuck her throat,” I added, calmly. “Make SURE her nose touches your belly each time,” and my finger first touched her nose and then the questionnaires belly, “ALL the way.”

He understood and laughed, and then translated for the others, who both nodded their approval too.