Tied and Tittilated

It was an ordinary day at the bank, I got in to work late as usual and ran my pantyhose getting out of my car. I bent down and finished tearing them off. Maybe the boss won't notice my bare legs. He already wrote me up twice for improper business attire. Oh well. I got my drawer all ready for a day of banking and began helping my customers. For being so early in the morning, the bank line was unusually long. I thought to myself that this was going to be a long day, indeed. Time started to drag on and on. I had just finished my coffee break and was opening my window again when a man dressed all in black with a black mask on burst through the bank doors carrying a gun. It was a surreal feeling. As a bank teller I knew there could always be a chance of being robbed, but watching it all go down felt somehow unreal to me. He came directly to me and held the gun to my head. He instructed all my fellow employees and customers to get down on the ground. He yelled at me to go to all the tellers' drawers and empty out the cash. I filled up about 4 large bags full of cash. He then had me crawl over the counter and follow him out the bank. I had on extremely high heel shoes so he had to practically drag me down the sidewalk and then we jumped in his van and went speeding off. I could hear the sirens of the police in the background but they dimmed as we continued to drive away. We went to an abandoned warehouse and he tied my up on a mattress lying in corner of this dusty old place. It smelled musty and I hoped this would all end soon. I just wanted him to let me go. He had his money and apparently no one had followed him here. He told me I was pretty. I felt odd getting complimented by a man that just threatened my life. I felt a strange attraction to this forceful man all dressed in black. He was taking extra precautions not to hurt me or scare me. He kept assuring me that everything would be all right. He said he just needed me as "insurance". First he tied up my feet. He tied up my left foot first and when he tried to pull my right one across, my long, tight skirt wouldn't allow my legs to open any further. He asked me to take off my skirt. I did so but realized I never put on any underwear this morning. I couldn't see his face but I could feel his surprise as I revealed my neat and trimmed pussy. He said it looked really good. He then took my right leg and tied it up. There I was with my legs spread wide open. I could see a bulge in his black pants grow larger and larger. He asked me my name and I said "Kelly". He said that was a nice name. He told me not to be scared. I wasn't anymore. I was becoming more thrilled with the idea of being tied up with this strange man attracted to me. We began to talk. I asked him why he was doing all of this and why he chose me in the bank. He said he needed a lot of money in order to leave the country and that I was the first person he noticed as he walked through the bank doors. He said he was mesmerized by me. I was incredibly flattered by this. I asked him if he liked my breasts. He said "Oh yes, Kelly". I then told him to touch them. He bent down and felt my breast under my bra. I told him to suck on it. He pulled out both breasts and kissed them hard. My pussy got so wet. His strong glove-covered hands were so titillating against my soft breasts. Oh, I wanted him so much. His dark mask covering his face had only an opening for his mouth. He bent down and began to tongue my pussy. I thought I was in heaven. His warm and wet tongue pressed against my clit and massaged it into climax. My hands were tied behind my back and if they weren't, I would have pressed his head deeper into my pussy. He ate me so good. I kept cumming over and over again, making the sheets under me completely wet. He got up and kissed my neck. I asked him if I could pleasure him now. He stood over my half naked body and pulled his cock out of black pants. His cock was big and hard and I had never wanted to suck a cock so badly in all my life. I took him deep in my throat and without hands, sucked every bit of cum out of his balls. Afterwards, I lay there on the mattress amazed at what just happened. I was crazy about my captor and he was crazy about me. It was ironic that with this man I felt safer than I ever had felt. I finally fell asleep from exhaustion. When I awoke, I was all alone. He had untied one of my legs and both my hands. He left me a note saying "I love you Kelly". I knew he did. That was quite few years ago now and he was never caught. I figure he's somewhere in Mexico living it up. I know it sounds crazy, but I wish he had taken me with him.