My days working in the tech call center in Madrid were some of the most boring days of my life.
Sure, the job paid well enough, but I had been used to starring in porn films for twenty years before I had that job, so getting to work every morning and being cooped up in a cubicle for eight hours a day had really challenged me.
Most of the people I worked with didn't speak English, which made things worse. I felt much more isolated not having anyone to chat with between taking calls from technicians.
The company was an American firm, and had a lot of imported American technicians who needed at least one English speaking tech support person, so they had hired me.
Originally, I had come to Spain to work at a porn website that specialized in Bukkakes. Besides having a very large penis, I also tended to ejaculate an obscene amount of sperm. If I hadn't gained so much weight and gone bald in recent years I would probably still be a star in the LA porn scene back home.
Unfortunately, having made enemies with almost every porn producer in America, due to my complaints at low pay, and because my penis was considered too large to work with by many young porn actresses, work in American porn had become rare for me and I couldn't support myself.
The bukkake company I worked for had lured me to Madrid with promises of side jobs. Their steady work couldn't pay enough to support me, either.
All I had was one or two scenes a week where I was required to blow a load on a girl's face or in her mouth so she could swallow it, along with about a hundred other dudes. Unlike the hundreds of extras, men who practically worked for free trying to break into paid porn actor status, they would pay me and several other "porn stars" who contracted for them between fifty and two hundred and fifty per load, depending on how big our loads had looked on camera.
My semen output had always earned the top award of two hundred and fifty, and I had received a few bonuses for having such large loads they had nearly made a few girls puke, but even when I got two scenes a week, which was rare, it had not been enough to live on.
Saving up my cum for those scenes was always a chore. It takes work to produce huge ejaculations. Sleep, exercise, good nutrition and staying well hydrated all contributed to a giant load on a porn actresses face or in her tummy. And abstaining from both sex and masturbation was another huge part of that equation.
Still, in my personal life, I enjoyed watching beautiful women, even though I never bothered to flirt.
Several gorgeous females worked at my day job, but the prettiest of all worked at the reception desk, only about four cubicles in front of mine.
Through a space in the cubicles, I could sometimes see her spectacular ass appear, usually wrapped up in bright colored fabric for optimal viewing, either in a tight, hip hugging short skirt or a tight pair of slacks.
That girl had a fantastic body and she knew how to display it.
Her name was Sylvia Garcia. She was a light skinned Hispanic with big, dramatically piercing blue eyes and long, bleached, blonde hair. Her dark eyebrows contrasted with both her incredibly blue eyes and her long blonde hair, but they only seemed to make her more beautiful.
It takes a stunning beauty to primp herself up with all that makeup, fake nails, hair color and glitter, yet still come off as fresh and natural.
Sylvia was that stunning beauty.
She looked young, too, maybe twenty four at most, and she spoke English well, but in a thick Spanish accent.
We never spoke to each other, mainly because I was thirty years older, chubby and balding, but I never could keep my eyes off her big tits, slim waist and bodacious ass.
Beyond picturing her as a recipient of my huge loads whenever I worked, the young and hot Sylvia and I were destined to remain apart forever.
Then the earthquake hit Madrid, and our building collapsed.
The fall through eight stories of rubble, concrete and office furniture had been one of the most terrifying things I had ever experienced.
When the disorienting plummet finally ended, I wasn't dead, and it seemed I hadn't even been injured. As the realization came to me that I was still alive and unhurt, I tried to move, but discovered I was trapped.
Buried in rubble, office furniture and cubicle panels, I could barely see anything at all.
Some woman was groaning somewhere close in front of me, but I was more concerned with trying to squirm free. Being buried alive is the most frightening thing I could have ever imagined and I was on the verge of panicking.
My left foot and arm were free, but my right side was almost completely trapped between large sections of flooring and a wall.
As I squirmed and blinked my eyes, I could barely make out my enclosed surroundings. There wasn't much light, but it wasn't completely dark either.
Suddenly, the female nearby who had been groaning shouted, "Aiuda! Aiuuuudaaah!" Then she paused and yelled, "Help!"
It was Sylvia Garcia's voice. I could tell by the sound and the accent, despite the panic in her tone.
I blinked my eyes. She was right in front of me, but remained just a shadow moving in the dark down near my hips.
"Sylvia," I said, "I'm right here, behind you. It's me Michael."
"Michael? The big American? Oh, thank God!" she cried. "I'm stuck. Can you help me get out?"
"No. I'm stuck, too."
"Dios mio! Io no qierro morire!" she shrieked, which from my terrible grasp of Spanish meant she didn't want to die.
She had become hysterical, and began sobbing so hard between gasps for air that she sounded like a toddler having a fit.
"It's okay," I shouted, reaching down with my free left hand. I found her hip and thigh, right above and in front of my pelvis. "You're going to be okay," I said, "You just need to calm down! Just breathe, Sylvia! It's alright, Sweetheart."
She kept sobbing, her wailing cries interrupting her breathing and her loud breathing interrupting her sobs.
I let her get it out for a while, hell, I felt like crying, too, but she went on crying for a very long time. Finally, after several minutes of hearing this hysterical weeping in the darkness, I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Stop crying, damn it!" I shouted, slapping her upper thigh very hard. "Stop it right now!" I slapped her again, so hard that it actually stung my hand.
She jerked in pain and let out a yelp, then cried louder.
I hit her three more times, until she screamed, "Aaaayeee! That huurtssss, Signor! Please... stop... hitting me!"
"I'm sorry," I said, rubbing her hip where I had hit her. "But please... stop your screaming and crying. You are going to be fine, Sylvia. We are both going to be fine. Just try to relax and breathe, Sweety. Please." I continued rubbing her hip where I had smacked it so hard.
She still wept, but it faltered as she took some big, shaky breaths.
After another thirty or forty seconds of her calming down while I rubbed her hip, I said in a soft tone, "Are you hurt at all, Sweetheart? Is any part of your body... in pain?"
Her shaky voice said, "No, Signor," between sniffling and steadier breaths. "I not think so... only... only where you hit me."
"That's good! That's good, Sylvia. We could have been crushed. We are both going to be okay." I chuckled, rubbed her hip affectionately and said, "So sorry, Baby. I just wanted you to stop you from freaking out. We are okay, and we are going to be rescued."
"But, no, Signor Michael. I cannot move. I am stuck!" She started to squirm and strain again. I could hear her starting to cry again, too.
Being buried in debris is not only awkward and uncomfortable, it is actually painful in a way I can't describe, especially if you're fighting against it, and it is absolutely terrifying as hell.
"Don't get scared again, please!" I shouted, giving her hip a reminding little slap, "Or I swear I'll hit you again."
She froze, and cried, "No, Signor. I sorry, Sir. No hit! I stop now."
"Good," I said, rubbing her hip again. "Now just breathe and relax. Please don't try to fight it. Try to... be comfortable... to just let yourself be still... and rest... rest in the rubble with me, Sylvia."
She squirmed for a moment and then she seemed to finally relax more than she ever had. Her legs and hips went limp for the first time.
Once that happened, Sylvia fell back against me. Apparently, relaxing her legs for the first time had caused her body to shift and her ass fell onto my crotch.
Letting out a little yelp of surprise as her ass landed hard against me, she stiffened up her legs again, and pulled her ass up off of my crotch.
I was sort of laying on my back, almost at a forty-five degree angle, and her ass had been hovering a few inches above my lap before it had landed on me. Relaxing caused her ass to fall those few inches.
I peered down into the shadows.
From what I could see in the near total darkness, Sylvia was bent over at the waist with her upper body stretched away from my body at a ninety degree angle, her legs at the same angle as mine and her torso stuck under what looked like an upside down desk.
We were lined up perfectly.
It was akin to a woman bending over so a man could fuck her from behind while they were both standing up, except with both of us tilted backward at that forty five degree angle.
This meant that whenever she relaxed her legs, her ass would end up resting directly on my crotch.
"I so sorry, Signor Michael. I cannot move... just little bit forward... no more than now... but... but I will fall back... onto you again. It so hard... I cannot stay like this. My legs... they... they hurt... they... too tired."
She seemed to be trembling with the strain as she held her ass off of me. Her ass had only moved forward about five inches as she held it away from my crotch, but I knew from the position it would drop onto me again.
Realizing just then that the position we were both trapped in was the perfect ass fucking position, I felt a thrill of excitement and, without any conscious intent, my penis immediately responded to the situation.
My first thought was disbelief. How the hell could I think about sex at a time like this? We were frigging buried alive and quite possibly going to die.
I hadn't masturbated or had a bukkake scene in six days, so that physical response by my cock, after the initial shock of being trapped had worn off - which it nearly had - was probably a normal response, even in this incredibly dire situation.
After all, the sweetest young ass I had ever seen and had been drooling over for the past five months, had, literally, just fallen into my lap. On top of that, the thought of fucking her in her beautiful ass while she was so helpless was an excellent distraction from our looming death.
Swallowing hard and shaking my head, I tried to dispel the evil urge to rip her skirt and panties down with my free hand.
