by Sofia Connor
You push me back until I'm leaning on some cushions, and then you begin to take my shoes off, slowly rubbing my feet... I relax slightly as you do this, feeling the breeze on my face, and the warmth of the setting sun... your hands begin to creep higher, still massaging and rubbing... you work on my calves, your strong hands kneading the muscles there... it feels nice and I start to relax more...
Your hands creep even higher, brushing past my knees... I stiffen and try to close my legs together but it's already too late as you are sitting in between them... I bite my lower lip and my breathing increases... I am still blindfolded... I quickly reach up to take it off, but your hands are on mine stopping me, your body leaning over mine... I can feel your breath on my face... I don't know how close you are until I feel your lips bush against mine, lingering slightly but exerting no pressure... your feather light touch continues along my jaw to just under my ear where you nuzzle lightly. I gasp and shiver, my body beginning to tremble... I feel you take my ear lobe between your lips and you breath in my ear... my body spasms and involuntarily pushes against you...
Your hands let go of mine, one hand snaking it's away around me to rest on the back of my neck and the other travels slowly down the side of my body and rests on my hip...
You let go of my earlobe and nuzzle underneath it again, and you support my head as it falls back, baring my neck... you flick your tongue lightly across my throat as your fingers gently massage the back of my neck... your other hand strokes my hip lightly, sending shivers through me...
Your lips and tongue travel their way to the other side of my neck and gently begin their assault on my other ear... you nuzzle it a bit harder this time, the hand stroking my hips slides its way to the inside of my thigh and tickles gently, I gasp loudly and jerk, only to have you silence it with a kiss... your lips covering mine, and your tongue flickering across them...
A small moan escapes me, and my hands grip your shoulders, I can feel that you've taken off your jacket... your mouth works against mine... your lips softly biting and your tongue gently testing... you tilt your head ever so slightly and deepen the kiss, your tongue entering my mouth and flickering gently against my own, encouraging it to do the same... your hands have stopped moving, one supporting my head, and the other just resting on the inside of my thigh, just above my knee...
I kiss you back... tentatively at first... my tongue pressing against yours lightly and then travelling to flick across your lips... I warm feeling begins within me and I can feel myself getting damp... I start to lose myself in the kiss and gain confidence until I'm kissing you hungrily, my fingers digging into your shoulders and my lips softly biting yours... my breathing starts to quicken...
The hand resting on my thigh begins to move... your fingers lightly stroking... your hand then begins to move it's way up my thigh, pushing past my skirt... your fingers continue their feathery touch until I can feel them brush against my pants...
My eyes fly open, although I still can't see anything and I begin to struggle... trying to close my legs, but you've managed to get between them so that my thighs are resting on yours... squeezing them together only results in pulling you closer to me... I can feel your hardness through your jeans as they are pushed up against me... I struggle more, which only succeeds in me rubbing myself against you...
You hiss an oath, your voice sounding like gravel wrapped in velvet and you pull me onto your lap... you begin to nuzzle my ear again, your hands running lightly up and down my spine... calming and relaxing me... my body softens and I lean into you...
You continue to nuzzle my ear... your hot breath causing me to shiver and twitch involuntarily... your hands slide from my back to my front resting against my stomach, stroking lightly... I lean my head back, exposing my throat once more, and your lips move from my ear to slide a hot tongue across it...
Your hands deftly undo the buttons of my shirt, and it's not until I feel the breeze blowing across my feverish skin do I realise you've done it... I go to close my shirt again but you stop me, your hands grabbing mine and you softly bite my neck... your hands pull mine up to your shoulders until I grip them once more... and then travel down my arms, lightly stroking until they rest on either side of my chest...
Your thumbs gently rub my breasts through my bra... brushing against my nipples...
I gasp loudly, the intake of air pushing my breasts into your hands... you cup them and squeeze them gently, thumbing my nipples lightly...
I whimper a protest which you quickly silence with a kiss... your hot mouth covering mine and your tongue exploring... my breathing becomes heavier, each breath I take pushes my breasts into your hands... you slip your thumb beneath the material and run it across them...
You ease me off your lap and lay me back down, still kissing and fondling me... your mouth leaves mine and trails wet kisses down my jaw back to my ear which you nuzzle firmly... one of your hands leaves my breasts to travel its way down my stomach, striking lightly... it continues its way across my hip and curls around to the inside of my thigh once more...
Your hot tongue leaves a wet trail from my ear, down my neck and across my collarbone... it continues further downwards... flicking lightly across the tops of my breasts... you push the material away from them without undoing my bra, so that they are now bared to your touch...
Your hot wet mouth encircles one of my nipples and it puckers in your mouth... I moan escapes my lips and I arch my back, pressing it more firmly into your mouth... you suck on it lightly, drawing it deeper into your mouth... you then transfer your attention to the other one and do the same to it...
You alternate between licking and sucking, to nibbling and biting lightly... my breathing comes in gasps and my body shudders against yours... my hands grip your shoulders harder and I unconsciously pull you towards me...
The hand that rests upon my thigh slowly travels beneath my skirt once more... your fingers brush against my pants, and you notice how wet they are and you slide a finger beneath them...
Your finger slides past my pants easily, and brushes against the curls hidden beneath them... your finger pushes past them, feeling the warm wetness they're hiding... I realise what you're trying to do and start to struggle... you bite on my nipple causing me to moan loudly... I arch my back and your finger slides into my dampness easily...
You begin to move your finger inside me, slowly at first, gently probing... you slide another finger past my pants, it joining the other... you move them in and out of me and leisurely pace while you continue you to suck and nibble on my breasts...
Your hot tongue traces it's way down my belly, your teeth grazing my hip, causing me to jerk and pulse against your fingers...
You continue further down and with your other hand push my skirt up over my hips... you kiss the inside of my thigh and run your wet tongue over it...
Your fingers continue to coat themselves in my sticky juices as I feel your hot breath cooling the moistness that has accumulated on my pants... you nuzzle me through them...
I let my breath out explosively and my hips jerk towards you, your fingers sinking into my depths... you continue to nuzzle me, running your tongue over me through my pants until you find my point of pleasure...
You rub it through my pants with your tongue while your fingers work themselves inside me... my breathing becomes ragged and my hips rhythmically move against you... you can feel me tighten around your fingers, getting hotter and wetter...
Just when I feel as if I can't take any more... you stop... I lay there panting, my skin glistening with sweat, my nipples swollen with desire...
You gently pull me up til I'm kneeling... I can hear you stand up in front of me... and then hear you unzip your jeans...
You take my hand and place it where your zip is... I can feel how big and hard you are... I fumble a little but mange to ease your thickness from your pants... I can feel it warm and hard beneath my fingers... I stroke it lightly...
You take it from me and rub it against
my cheek... it feels like smooth velvet against my face... you rub it down my jaw and brush it across my lips, pushing against them lightly...
I open my mouth slightly and flick my tongue across it... coating its head with my saliva... you push a little more... and I take it into my mouth...
My tongue flicks across the underside as my teeth graze against the top... I suck at it gently, my hands leaning against your thighs for support... I continue to lick and nibble on the tip, drawing it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue...
My hands slide up your thighs to rest on either side of it as I begin to get into the rhythm... I suck a little harder, increasing the pace slightly... I try to take as much of it into my mouth as I can...
Your fingers grip my head lightly and you begin to thrust into my mouth... I suck as hard as I can, my tongue working against your length... my hand grips the base of it and slides down beneath it...
My fingers gently tickle you as I greedily suck on you, the pace getting faster until you start to thrust uncontrollably into my mouth...
You groan loudly and pull yourself from my mouth... I can hear you breathing hard...
I feel you get down on your knees in front of me and you push me back until I'm lying down again... your hands caress my skin, lightly tracing patterns across my body until I'm writhing beneath you once more..
I feel you shift yourself until you're resting between my legs again... you slide both hands under the sides of my pants and slowly begin to pull them off, deliberately rubbing them against my swollen self...
You lean forward to take one of my nipples in your mouth and I feel your hands slide down my body, sliding past my hips to cup my bottom...
I feel you push against me, your thighs resting beneath mine... too late I realise what it is that you're doing and begin to struggle again... and succeed in pushing myself onto you... your hardness sliding easily into my warm wetness...
The End.
The Rescuer
"Well, that's about it. Been pretty quiet, nothing else to report. You have a good shift, ya'hear."
"I plan to, Bob, I plan to," I replied. "See you same time tomorrow."
Bob put his flashlight and nightstick in his locker, and then waved me goodbye.
I scanned the security monitors. Nothing doing. Being the security guard for a big, downtown office block had its ups and downs, but doing night shift was definitely one of the boring bits. Nothing ever happened.
A tour of the building might help pass the time until my next donut break, I decided.
With my flashlight and trusty gun by my side, I rode the elevator upwards. Bing! 39th floor. Finkelstein and Associates, Attorneys at Law.
I opened the office door with my master key. My flashlight pierced the darkness to reveal...nothing. Of course. Just as the security cameras were showing, nothing was happening.
I locked the doors again, and went down the fire escape to the next floor down. I was a bit out of breath by the time I reached the next office. Man, I really needed to lose a bit of weight and exercise more. But then again, having a big frame was sometimes an advantage in my job.
OK, next office. Tate and Stephens Advertising Agency. Same deal: open the door, shine flashlight in, see nothing of any interest, lock door again.
I ambled slowly down to the 37th floor, housing the GoldmanSmithLynch suites. They were some big investment company, or something. I didn't really know what they did. But that didn't matter, all I needed to do was take a quick look in. Unlock the door, poke head in, wave flashlight around.
Except this time, I see something unusual. A light is on in one of the corner offices. Maybe they just forgot to turn the light off. I needed to check.
I pushed open the door to the office with the light on, and light spilled out into the rest of the suite. My eyes were so used to the darkness of the rest of the building that I was temporarily blinded by the light. When my eyes finally adjusted to the glare, I could hardly believe what I saw in front of me.
There was a woman bent over a desk. At first, I thought she was dead or unconscious, but then I saw her wriggling around on the desk. I soon realized why she was moving around like that: she was tied to the table and she was trying to get free.
My first instinct was to rush in and free her, but then I stopped and considered the situation. I looked more closely.
She was a small woman with straight black hair that was about shoulder length. She had a blindfold over her eyes, but by what I could see of her face, she was between about 25 and 30. She had full, red lips which were pouting with effort and annoyance.
She wore a knee length beige dress, all business, but looking sexy over her tight, petite body, especially with her butt wiggling about. There were ropes around the ankles of her black, knee high leather boots, each rope then tied to two of the legs of the table, making her stand with her legs spread apart. Her wrists were tied to the legs on the other side of the table, which was why she could not move from this bent over position.
I stood in the doorway savoring this delicious sight before noticing some other things. The sign on the door said 'Amy Wong, Asian Desk'. A hand written poster on the side wall said 'Welcome aboard Amy!'
The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. I may not know what this company did, but I did know its reputation. They were famous for their initiation ceremonies of new staff. More than once, security guards would have to rescue new recruits of this company from embarrassing situations. But this, I had never seen before.
I looked at the woman again. Yep, she looked Asian alright, even with the blindfold over her eyes I could still tell. Man, I loved the look of Asian chicks: their delicate, round faces, their delicate bodies, their smooth, smooth skin. I've always lusted after them, but I had never tasted oriental pussy before. None of them were particularly interested in an overweight, middle-aged dude. I knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Slowly, I crept up behind her. She stopped moving, as if finally sensing my presence.
"Jim, is that you?" she asked in a thick, Chinese accent. "Barry? Steve? Let me go. You have fun. Ha ha. Let me go."
Good. She didn't know who I was. I knew I had to stay silent. I bent down slowly started lifting up the hem of her dress.
"What you doing?" she snapped as soon as she realized what was happening. "Mike? Stop it, Mike!"
She started to struggle again, but her bonds held her tightly. I had no problem lifting the dress over her round ass and bunching it around her waist.
What a sight she was now. Her relatively short but shapely legs were now completely on display. Such smooth, porcelain skin. I wanted to feel and to taste that beautiful skin right now, but I resisted the temptation. I was going to take this one slow.
Bent over the table as she was accentuated her round, pert butt. She was wearing black thong panties and her luscious cheeks were clearly on display. Her futile struggling only made her ass look sexier. Oh man, I could look at this all day!
"Let me go! Now!" she protested again. Then a stream of what sounded like Chinese cuss words spewed from her mouth.
Meanwhile, I looked around for a way to get those panties off. There was no way I could just pull them off because her legs were held so widely apart.
Eventually I found what I was looking for - a pair of scissors. I hooked one side of the panties in my left hand. Snip! The material snapped away to her other leg.
"What you doing!? Stop!"
Slowly I took hold of the other side of the panties. Snip! The thong panties fell to the floor in a small heap. She yelled some more, in a mixture of Chinese and English.
I stood back to admire my handiwork. I had never seen such a sexy sight. Her glorious pussy was now on display for me. Her legs were completely bare, except for those spike heeled leather boots, which just accentuated her nakedness. And the tight ropes straining around her ankles highlighted her helplessness.
I got down on my knees and pushed my face to her honey pot. I got as c
lose as I could without actually touching her, close enough for her to feel my hot breath on her bare pussy.
She stopped moving, mortified. She must have known that I was close.
I took a long, deep sniff and breathed in her heady aroma. I wanted to take her now, but I was deliberately slowed down, letting her think about what I might be doing next.
"No. No. No," she repeated as I held still for an eternity.
Eventually, I stuck my tongue out and lightly touched her clit. She gasped softly.
"Please. Don't."
I flicked my tongue on her clit again, and she gasped again, louder. The lips of her pussy were becoming visibly moist.
I became more vigorous now, licking her little button harder. By the sounds she was making, she certainly didn't mind. I licked in and around her cunt hole now, tasting her juices. I had always heard that Asian pussy tasted different, but I never knew it would taste so good. God, if Chinese take-out tasted this good, I would want it every night!
The more I lapped at her muff, the more obviously excited she was getting. Her verbal protests had now turned into moans of pleasure. I could tell that she was close to cumming.
I licked and sucked her clit harder and faster now. Her panting became louder and more rapid.
And then I stopped.
Just before she reached her climax, I quickly stepped away. It was cruel, but I didn't want her to cum. Not just yet. I wanted to leave her there, tied up, on the verge and wanting more.
I let her catch her breath for a minute or two. Then I walked up until I was standing next to her ear. Slowly, but emphatically, I unzipped my fly. She heard the unmistakable noise and started to struggle again.
"No, no," she started to murmur again.