The Rescuer
By Ursa Major (ursamajor69@hotmail.com)

Story codes: MF, interr, BDSM, nc

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Disclaimer:
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This is a work of erotic fiction and should only viewed 
by adults. Minors and those who are easily offended 
should not proceed. Please remember that this a work of 
fantasy. The author does not advocate, encourage or 
promote real world practice of the acts depicted within, 
especially those which pertain to non-consensual or 
unprotected sex. 
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"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 to 
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 35. 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 
fine, 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, 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 boyfriend."

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. 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 could do to not cum right the 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.

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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 rumour 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.


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(c) 2003, Ursa Major (ursamajor69@hotmail.com)
Constructive comments or suggestions welcome.
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