Rescued from pantyhose peril by officer Ron

I had just started seeing Bruce a few weeks earlier. We met at a bar. Our sessions involved intruder role play. Bruce had a thing for shapely legs, and having a swimmer's build, he convinced me to try on a pair of pantyhose on our first date. I was surprised how sexy I felt playing a "damsel" in distress. I would pretend to not know he was in the house. He would pop out of a closet, and pretend to chloroform me. Then, he would tie me up, and "rape" me. I was always in control of what he could do to me. The knockout always fake, the binds loose. Fun for both of us. I would be dressed in pantyhose and heels, a cross dressing sissy boy.

One evening I cancelled our date because I had to get up early the next day. It was late notice on my part, I was already wearing a pair of suntan sheer to waist pantyhose under sweatpants when my boss called announcing the schedule change. Bruce was irritated, and demanded to come over. I held my ground.

A short while later, a knock came at the door. I looked out the window, but didn't see anyone. I opened the door, and stepped out onto porch. Then, from behind me, an arm wrapped around my neck. I recognized Bruce's voice " it's more fun when you don't expect it" he whispered into my ear as he tightened his arm. It happened so fast. If I could've got a few steps closer to the porch stairs, I may have gotten away. But instead, he managed to drag me into the house, tightening his forearm even more. I could barely breathe.  I started seeing specks floating before my eyes, then my legs began to give out. I must have passed out, because the next thing I was aware of was looking up at my living room ceiling. It took me a few seconds to remember what was happening before I blacked out. While I was unconscious, Bruce had pulled my sweatpants off of me, and put my high heels on my feet. As I laid there wearing only a tshirt, pantyhose, and black patten leather pumps, I was truly afraid. This kind of play was kinky fun when it was only pretend, but being truly unconscious for an unknown amount of time at the hands of a relative stranger....would he rob me? Kill me?

Bruce wasn't aware that I had came to, his back was to me as he gathered rope to tie me with. I decided to run for the door.

I stood up and nearly fainted, I was still woozy. I bit down on my lip to gain focus, and got three full steps towards the door before Bruce saw me. Wearing high heels slowed me down, and he was on me almost immediately. He grabbed my arm, pulling me backwards. Then, before I even saw it, I smelled the chloroform rag he held in his other hand. He clamped it firmly over my face. Unlike our roleplay, it took a while to work. I fought with all I had, kicking backwards at him in my high heels. He just laughed, grinding his rock hard erection against my nylon clad ass. I began to feel floaty,which normally might have been fun, but not knowing what was going to happen to me after I lose consciousness was terrifying. I lasted a little longer before going limp in his arms, out cold.

I'm not sure how long I was out. He must have tied me up to the staircase by my wrists during this time. I don't know any other details, just that this is where My hero Ron found me.

Apparently a neighbor saw Bruce pull me into the house, and called the police. Ron pounded on the door, announced himself as the police. Bruce had already saw him pull up, and escaped out the back door. After no response, Ron kicked in the door and found me. I was still unconscious, tied to the staircase dressed in high heels, pantyhose, and a tshirt.

The first thing I was aware of was a pleasant smell. It was a combination of men's cologne, and leather. I felt movement around me. I opened my eyes, every thing was out of focus, but I knew I was being cradle carried. Then, blackness again until a deep voice coming from seemingly far away, and a very large hand patting my cheek.

"Wake up, buddy." I came to with a start, bolting to an upright position on my couch. The officer placed his large hand on my chest, easing me back. "Whoah, easy! Your alright." At this, I calmed, taking a moment to catch up. I spoke. "What...where...how did I...?

"Your neighbor called to report a suspicious man at your residence. When I got here, he was gone. I found you tied up...like this." He gestured down to my pantyhosed legs. "I untied you, and carried you here to the couch."

Remembering how I was dressed, I got red in the face. Ron saw my embarrassment, but as I looked into his eyes, I saw no disgust or revulsion. All I saw was compassion for what I had happen to me. He spoke again. "Are you ok? Can you tell me the date today? I just want to make sure we don't need an emt."

As he spoke, I was struck with how sexy this large man was. He was 6'2", beefy build, with light brown hair that had a sprinkling of gray at the temples. He had carried me to the couch with little effort in his Popeye sized arms, which were deliciously hairy. His large hand was still on my chest as he spoke to me. I felt so attracted to this hero cop figure before me, that without worrying about how he might react, I placed my hand on his furry, muscled, forearm. "Thank you so much for coming to my rescue, and carrying me over here. You must be very strong" I said appreciatively, letting my hand linger a bit longer than I probably should have on his thick forearm. He could have gotten offended by my pawing him, copping a feel, but he didn't. Instead, he looked into my eyes, and placed his other massive paw on my nyloned thigh!  He may as well have grabbed my penis, as it immediately began to stiffen, stretching the silky pantyhose material. "All in a day's work." He said.

"I'm Ron",  he said as he stood up. Let me radio headquarters, and I'll be back with some water for you. I thought no! Don't move away! I wanted more physical contact with Ron, now that I'm awake to feel it! Then I wondered, did I make too much of his hand on my thigh? When he turned towards the light, I got my answer. There was a definite bulge in his uniform pants!

He returned with ice water. "So, tell me what you know about this guy, and what happened tonight".

I explained how we met, our fetish games, and how Bruce seemed to go psycho tonight. It was embarrassing explaining the knockout/rape fantasy to someone who probably doesn't understand the attraction.

His eyes met mine. I began to get up. "No, no, you stay put. That chloroform he gave you was really strong. I don't want you fainting when you stand up" he said smiling kindly. I was now feeling so hot for this cop, that I played it saucy, "are you sure? We both know you are strong enough to catch me" I said, winking and letting my eyes go to his bulging crotch. I'm Aaron, by the way." Then he leaned in, put his hand back on my thigh, and kissed me. It was powerful, long, and slow. His tongue in my mouth, and that strong hand just inches from my throbbing penis were enough to form a bead of precum at the head of my dick.

I put my hand back on that powerful arm, lightly fondling the fur covered muscles. His hand caressed my legs, now moving up the inside of my thighs towards my crotch. His thick fingers massaging my hole through the pantyhose. My hands now all over this hunky cop. Moving up his arms and shoulders, and down his back. The  feel of his uniform turning me on even more. I know cops are funny about people reaching anywhere near their duty belts, but I SO wanted to feel all those leather pouches. He pulled his tongue out of my mouth, and looked into my eyes.

I wondered, when did his erection start? The thought of this bear cop's hands on me, and the way he carried me while I was knocked out drove me wild. This fed into my fetish in a new way, helpless in the arms of a good guy vs a rapist. My cock was hard enough to pound nails, seeping precum like crazy.

With his big hand stroking my ass, working on my hole, he spoke softly in a deep tone."I'm married to a woman, and I consider myself straight. But... When I walked in here and saw you tied up, and dressed like this, I felt something. The way your nylons looked and felt..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This uber masculine police officer had the hots for me. He was leaned forward over me on the couch. I brought my hands around the front of him again,  down to the impressive bulge in his uniform pants. It was so hard. I reached for his zipper. He spoke again. "I guess I have always been turned on by a damsel in distress."

As I reached inside his fly to feel his engorged manhood, he reached down, and removed his duty belt. Then he unbuttoned his uniform pants, they fell to the floor, revealing red spandex boxer briefs. The stretchy material hugging every vein in his beautiful penis. Beneath all that were two muscular, and very hairy legs. He wore black calf-height dress socks. I wanted to devour him! I got up on my knees,still on the couch, and pulled him towards me. I rubbed my entire face on his bulging dick,nibbling at the fat head. "Oh, officer!" I whispered.

He reached down, and pulled out his amazing dick. It was an average 6 1/2" length, but it was the thickest cock I'd ever seen! It had a slight upward curve that made me think I could just ride it like a bicycle seat. The head was wide, and just perfect.

I leaned in to take it in my mouth, and his huge hand grabbed my wrist. "Wait...I uhm... have never been with a guy. I'm really turned on by you, it's kind of confusing. I'm not sure where this is going, but I'm not sure about sucking your dick." I answered. "It's ok, officer Ron. To you I will only be your damsel in distress." Then I put his beautiful cock in my mouth. I could taste precum immediately. I stopped, and began unbuttoning his shirt. His broad chest was as hairy as I expected, and I was momentarily lost, my face buried in the forest of chest fur. I took in his smell, cologne and masculinity.

"Lay on the couch, big man." I said, while caressing those unbelievable arms. He did. I straddled him facing away, so that as I sucked him, my ass would be in his face. I took his cock in my mouth, he grunted in pleasure. Then, as I sucked him, his hands alternated between squeezing and gently stroking my ass and legs. His hands had me nearly in a frenzy. I couldn't believe what was happening. My cock was almost twitching with arousal. I didn't want to jeopardize our new relationship, or I would've pulled my cock out of my pantyhose, and rub it through his chest fur. I settled for grinding against his chest, which still feels amazing with pantyhose on.

My orgasm was building, I couldn't hold out. Ron was so very close as well. He whispered "yeah, that's it girl...suck daddy's cock. Everything's alright now that I'm here to rescue you". That talk from him put me over the edge. He understood that he was my superhero. I moaned as my cock exploded in my pantyhose, my hips grinding against his chest. "Daddy is going to cum, ouuhhhhh." He groaned. His load was huge. I was in heaven, taking his cop load in my mouth while he fondled my ass.

After we both got our breath, I turned around to face him. I got up to get a washcloth for my hero's cock. As I turned, he swatted my ass cheek. "I want to fuck you, my sissy. But I have to get home to my wife tonight. I need your number." I looked back at him and said "I need your cock!"

"The next time you get into trouble, I'll show up and give it to you." So began our role plays... We vary  the circumstances, but after he calls me to set it up, he will come to my rescue. I love pretending to be unconscious in his strong arms, and I love having his cop dick unload in my damsel ass!