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 close 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.
I walked back behind her again, undid my belt buckle and let my pants drop. Out sprang my rock hard cock. My dick wasn't that long, maybe 7 or 8 inches or so, but all my girlfriends said it was pretty wide. Like, almost Coke can wide. Kinda shaped like me body, I suppose.
I rested the head just at her wet opening. The veins on my thick shaft were pulsing, waiting to slide into her love hole.
She felt my invader push ever so slightly into her pussy. She started to wriggle her butt around, trying to avoid the inevitable. But the ropes did not yield and her struggling made this moment all the more delicious.
"Don't. Please. No. I have big boyfriend. He come after you."
I grabbed onto her hips and pushed a fraction of an inch in.
"Ungh! No!" Her hole was stretching more and more as I continued my entry. I had to push hard just to get my prick head in. She was already feeling so tight, and there was a long way to go.
"Stop! You too big!" I had wondered myself if it would all fit. "I suck you! You stop and I suck you instead!"
I considered this. It sure would be sweet to have a hot Chinese bitch blow my meat whistle, but I knew that what I really wanted to do was to fuck her tits off. And I knew exactly where I would rather deposit my seed.
I pretended to pull out a little bit, and she seemed to be relieved, but then I gave a really hard thrust, burying my bone in another inch or so.
"Oh! Ow! It hurt!" she screamed. It felt so tight that I had no doubt that it did hurt. She had obviously never had anyone as big as me before. But I didn't care. I kept drilling mercilessly deeper, ignoring her pleas. "Stop! You killing me! Please, stop! STOP!!!"
With one last push, I was all the way into her fully stretched twat. I gave her a second to get used accommodating my wide load, then I started to ream her out hard. This made her scream all the more loudly, though they sounded more and more like groans of pleasure as I continued to pump her.
I looked up and noticed that we were facing a large floor to ceiling window. Through it I could see the whole city below us, lights of a million offices and streetlights stretched out as far as the eye could see. In the glass I could dimly see the reflection her blindfolded face, contorted with intense pleasure and pain.
It was like I was in heaven. I had a little Oriental hottie impaled on my cannon, squealing lustfully as I rammed her from behind. And I was doing it here on top of the city, for everyone to see.
"Oh yeah! You so big! Ooh, I like! I like!", she yelled between moans, sometimes lapsing into Chinese
And then, all of a sudden, she came. Her screams built up to an ear-piercing level before she descended into an incoherency. At the same time, I felt the muscles inside her cunt contract rhythmically. I had never felt anything like it, it was as if her pussy was repeatedly gripping and letting go of my cock.
It was all I cou
ld do to not cum right there and then. I had to pause for a few seconds.
"No. Don't stop," she begged. "Do more. I like. Do more, please."
Well, I was too much of a gentleman to refuse a lady's request, so I grabbed her hips even more securely and continued to slam her tail.
She was really getting into it now. She shook her head as she moaned and made little fists with her hands that strained at the ropes holding her wrists.
And before I knew it, she orgasmed again, even harder than last time. Again, her vagina started to squeeze my cock.
I couldn't hold on any longer. A couple more strokes, and I exploded inside her. My own climax lasted forever; I must have dumped gallons of my jizz inside her. But it wasn't enough for her insatiable cunt because it kept contracting, milking every last drop out of my cock.
"Oh, oh, oh..." she cooed as we both recovered.
I pulled out and regarded my softening dick covered with a mixture of our love juices. I reached down to grab the tattered remains of her g-string and wiped my shaft clean. I put it back on the floor again, carefully placing it beneath her dripping pussy.
I put my uniform on and lowered her skirt, but I did not loosen her ropes. It became obvious to her that I was leaving her here tied up.
"Don't leave. Let me go."
I started to walk out.
"No, wait! What your name? I need to know! What your name?!" she implored as I quietly shut the door.
But I had other things to take care of. I hurriedly caught the lift down to the security station. I checked every monitor. Good. My little deed was not caught on the video tapes.
I waited 15 minutes, then I went back up to the 37th floor. I made a big noise out of opening the main door of the GoldmanSmithLynch offices as if doing my rounds before I went into Amy Wong's room.
I opened the door. "Oh my God, ma'am! Are you alright!" I exclaimed in mock surprise.
"What are you? What your name?" she cried out.
"It's OK, it's OK. I am the security guard. Here, let me get you free," I reassured her.
I took the blindfold off to let her see my uniform. I could now see her big, almond eyes. She was actually quite stunning to look at. Innocent, yet red hot.
She relaxed a bit when she saw that I really was the security guard and I untied her. She looked a bit stiff as she stood up, no doubt as much as from my vigorous fucking as from being tied up for so long.
"Oh thank you, thank you!" she gushed as she hugged me. "My rescuer!"
Then she paused before asking me "Did you see a man go out of office? 10 minutes ago?"
I shook my head. "No, ma'am."
"Oh," was all she said, and she looked a little sad.
"Are you sure you are alright?" I asked again, doing a great acting job if I say so myself.
"Yes. I go home now," she said forlornly.
I walked up to the window and looked out. "Nice view", I said. I saw her reflection again in the window. She bent down and picked up her tattered thong panties, now soaked with my cum. She sniffed it deeply before putting it in her handbag.
She turned and walked out unsteadily in her boots. "You take care now", I called out after her.
***************
I saw Amy once in a while when I was on the day shifts. I did hear on the grapevine that she was sleeping with every man on the 37th floor. It was said that she was going through each one, looking for a certain Mr. Big that she was sure existed. But so far she had been disappointed.
Her search eventually widened to other floors. Over time, her outfits became less business like and more risque. Low cut tops, short micro-mini skirts, slut heels. I even heard a rumor that she did not wear panties to work.
I would get a raging hard-on every time I saw her. But I always maintained my professionalism, greeting her formally with a 'Hello, ma'am. Nice to see you again'. She would wave to me and say 'hi', always referring to me as her 'rescuer'.
She never did realize that I was the Mr. Big who boned her stupid that fateful night.
The End.
Waking Up in Cuffs
I was always a heavy sleeper.
"Kaaat." Your voice sounds in my ear, warm breath on my neck.
I groan, turning my head the opposite way. "Don't wanna get up." I mutter, eyes drifting open anyways. Blinking once or twice, I smile at you and go to sit up. Nothing. How did I not notice this before? Handcuffs keep both my wrists in place, rattling softly as I tug at them. I turn questioning eyes at you.
"Maybe if you didn't sleep like a coma patient..." You trail off, running soft fingertips up my inner thighs and leaning forward to brush your lips over the sensitive skin of my neck.
"Babe, c'mon." I protest, stifling the lustful whimpers your lips brought forth. "I'm so tired, how are you horny at this time of day?"
You throw a leg over me, settling yourself on my hips. "Sleeping naked makes this so much easier. Doesn't it my disobedient girl?" Your hands trail up my sides before stopping to trace circles around my nipples, already swollen in desire. I roll my eyes, handcuffs ringing as I pull again. Your teeth sink into my breast, drawing a shriek from my throat. "I asked you a question." Your soft reminder is punctuated by another bite, gentler this time.
"Yes it does." I agree and am rewarded with your tongue moving slowly over the red mark. You slowly suck on one breast, strong hand kneading the other. Your tongue dances around my extended nipples, a hint of bite before flitting across my tender breasts once more. I moan, sinking into the sensations until you stop as soon as you had started. Infuriating. I growl at you, falling back against my cuffs in frustration.
You sit back, eyes narrowing. "What was that, slave?" Your voice is hard, unforgiving.
I whimper, the name sending shivers down my back. "It was nothing."
You circle a hand in front of my face, gesturing for more. "It was nothing..?"
"It was nothing, Master." I correct myself quickly, rewarded by your dazzling smile.
"Good girl." Your fingers snake through my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling roughly as your other hand slips between my legs.
I moan loudly, you knew just how to push my every button. "Masteeer.." I breathe out shakily, tossing my head back.
"Something you want, slave?" Your fingers withdraw from my pussy, drawing a low groan from my chest.
"Yes." I murmur, lifting my hips in vain. "I want your mouth." The smile gets even bigger, before you lean in to whisper seductively..
"Beg me."
I cannot stifle the throaty moan that escapes my lips. "Please Master." I whimper "Please, I need your tongue to put out the fire between my legs. I need you to touch me, take me, I need it so bad." You kiss me roughly, nipping at my bottom lip.
"Fucking love it when you beg."
A swift wink and you're back at my pussy. I whimper as you slip a finger into me, feeling my tight walls before adding a second digit then rotate my hips as you slowly rock in and out. I whimper again, unsteadily, your talented tongue beginning to dance circles around my clit. "Oh god yes, that feels amazing." I pant. "Mmm, yes..harder.." Your teeth softly close on the tender flesh of my clit and I quietly yelp. The noise turns quickly to a moan when you comply with my request, fingers slamming in fast and deep. Every thrust sends bolts of lightning up my spine, your two fingers stretch me in the most delightful way.
Pulling at the cuffs, in vain, only makes you laugh evilly, pull out and question, "Something wrong?"
I only glare, spinning my wrists slightly. "Please let me out, Master" I put on my sweetest voice to beg. "Pleeeease I want to touch you, I want to please you, make my Master very proud of his little slave."
Your smile twists, taking on a devilish nature. "Nope. Instead.." A pause "I want you to stay still. And quiet." You know that silence is near impossible for me, staying still as well.
"But.." I begin to protest.
Your look silences me "All I want to hear is 'Yes Master'. Do you understand me, slave?"
"Yes Master." I wh
isper, your grin reappearing.
"Good."
Your fingers are back inside me seconds later and I clamp down on my lower lip to keep from moaning, hands curling into fists. This was going to be a long morning.
The End.
Unfaithful Discretion
Lacey ran across the lawn in a panic, she could see the car approaching and couldn't let a second slip by for fear of getting caught. She reached the car door and swung it open quickly, hopped in and shut it quietly behind her.
'Go, go, go!' She whispered to the driver without looking at him. Her heart was racing with fear and excitement, she could feel her hands shaking and nervousness warming her face. Once they were away from her street she relaxed a little bit. No one could know what she was doing or who she was doing it with. Her chest heaved up and down and she finally looked at the driver, she felt guilty being here with him, but just looking at him stirred up many other feelings that could simply not be ignored.
'Hey,' she said quietly, and smiled shyly. She had only dreamed of what was happening and now that it was, she had no idea what to say. He only smiled at her coyly, and suddenly the urge to pounce on him right there in the driver's seat almost overwhelmed her.
'Pull over here,' she whispered to him, biting her lip and not taking her eyes from him.
'My car isn't bugged, you know,' He laughed lightly, then glanced over to her face and dropped the smile. Pure desire was pouring off her and when he looked into her eyes it stung him desperately, pulling at him, but he wanted to savour these moments.
'I saw a spot that I thought would be perfect,' He said with a light gulp. She was unconsciously squeezing her thighs in anticipation, still not knowing the right words to say but knowing exactly what she wanted, what she needed. Now.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, trying to think of something else so she didn't seem so ravenous, waiting for the car to stop. When it finally did, she almost stopped breathing, suddenly very aware of what she was about to do and that he was right there with her, finally within arm's reach.
'I'm sorry I'm so paranoid, you know what it's like for me,' she said shakily, trying not to jump straight into things.
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