Sex story: Saving Sara. Author: papaprv. A wealthy business man, Jack Thomson rescues a 19 year old girl from wood be kidnapers and winds up getting in to her life a little too deep. The story is including Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Violence theme.
Sex story: Saving Sara – Chapter 1A
It all began on a warm September Friday night in a seedy bar called The Lagoon, located somewhere near Hollywood boulevard. It wasn’t my usual hang out, no not after working my way up from the bottom to becoming a wealthy owner of several retail clothing stores in the L.A area I had stopped going to such dives as this inappropriately named establishment.
But on this night after signing my name to divorce papers then watching my wife, or should I say ex-wife Celia take the hand of her handsome younger lover then sit in the passenger seat of his red Porsche and leave me behind without even the courtesy of saying goodbye I needed a good stiff drink or two before heading out to my beach house in Malibu, where I planned on taking time off to unwind before going back the grind of managing my stores.
After downing my second shot of whiskey I paid my tab then walked out. The parking lot was located behind the bar in an alley, stepping next to my car I pushed the remote unlock button attached to my key-chain. I was just about to get in and drive away when I heard a woman scream out.“No…let me go….Please! Just let me go.”
It was total fear in her voice that made me turn to see what was going on I was overcome with anger seeing a tall dark haired man dressed in a black leather jacket punching a slender chestnut-brown haired teenage girl he was struggling with hard on her right cheek, her body went limp then fell half conscious into his arms.
Having been robbed and beaten at gunpoint in one of my stores a few years ago, not wanting to ever become a victim again I obtained a concealed weapons permit and started carrying my late fathers Colt forty-five, of which on this night I had left it stuffed in my cars glove compartment. Fearing I would be too late if I didn’t react fast enough I flung my body in across the seats ignoring my stick shift lever as it almost tore my gut open. I quickly opened my glove box and yanked the gun out. Sliding back out I heard the man yell out.
“Hey Issac, help me put her in the trunk,” he spoke with a thick possibly eastern European accent. Standing up I saw the silver Cadillac’s trunk pop open and the other man appeared from the drivers seat, he too wore a black leather jacket. Not thinking just reacting I flung the guns holster to the ground then began sprinting across the parking lot towards the slightly dark end of of the alley where an abduction was about to occur if didn’t do something to stop it. Coming closer I saw the young women was awake and struggling once more, this gave me an advantage because her abductors attention was on her not me as I stepped in.
My heartbeat increased as I came closer aiming my gun towards the tall dark haired man struggling with the scantly dressed teenage girl holding her with his hands under her armpits: I say scantly dressed because she was wearing a white cotton school girl blouse, of which its shirt tails were tied in a bow beneath her breast. The other man held her legs up attempting to help place her body in the trunk, this caused her short black gold and green tartan plaid skirt to hike up exposing red bikini panties.
“Hey assholes, put the girl down gently and let her go now….Or I’ll shoot.”
This took them by surprise, the man holding her legs looked at me and quickly dropped his end, but the other man defied me keeping his arms wrapped around her upper chest.
“Who the fuck are you, asshole,” he snarled viciously.
I chuckled fighting my own fear, before replying. “I’m the man aiming my gun at your head, that’s who the fuck I am….Now let her go, or I will shoot you.”
I couldn’t believe what I said, or how I said it. It was anger finally being unleashed after the painful events of my day, and now seeing this young women being beaten and about to be thrown into a trunk as if her body were merely trash to be disposed of. The girl spoke the mans name. “Alex, do what the man said….Let me go damn you.”
I was having a difficult time of keeping an eye on both men, the slightly shorter man on the left seemed to appear fearful. But his taller slightly older partner didn’t seem the leased bit afraid. Through all of this I did my best to stay calm, but the trouble was before now I had never actually aimed my gun at living targets before, having only shot paper targets cut out in human shapes at the range once a month. To say the least, staying calm was a very difficult task. The taller man spoke.
“You are not a policemen, my friend….You have never killed a man before. I am right about this….So please put your gun away, before you hurt someone with that thing.”
The way he looked at me was completely unnerving, he was smiling, his dark eyes looked me over, as if sizing my personality up to his. And he obviously knew what he was doing, as if he’s been in worse situations then this, with a much tougher experienced opponents than me. Suddenly the girl in his clutches took on her own defensive while he stared me down, lifting her foot up high then planting the spiked heel of her shoe hard into the mans right foot. As he yelled out in pain she quickly twisted away then stepped in behind me. As this took place my eyes caught a glimpse of the man named Issac reaching for a gun concealed under his jacket.
Without thinking I quickly aimed and fired one round off, hitting Issac in the upper chest. The bullets impact sent his body tumbling into the open trunk. He was dead, his lifeless legs dangled over the rear bumper. The girl screamed. “Look out mister.” Turning my attention to Alex I caught him drawing his weapon, my finger rapidly pulled my guns trigger. I wasn’t thinking at all, just reacting.
Everything seemed to go blank. I heard no sound, but three rounds tore through the mans chest. My guns report echoed over the brick walls of buildings surrounding the alleyway parking lot. The tall mans body didn’t fall right away, instead of simply dying like his partner did he staggered back then slowly fell to his knees, looked up at me in disbelief of what I had just done. Looking at the girl who now stood beside me he gasped his last words coughing up blood as he spoke.
“Ivan will find you Sara…cough…And when he does, you will be sorry….” He gave out one last gasping breath then fell over face down dead on the parking lots asphalt.
As I turned to face her, looking into her bright blue eyes I noticed even with black mascara running down her face caused by tears of her ordeal and a bruised cheek, she was a beautiful young woman. Her nose was slender centered perfectly between high cheek bones. Her red glossed lips were completely enticing to say the least. Just as I was about to ask if she was all right and why these men tried to abduct her police sirens cut my questions off short. A patrol officer shouted.
“Drop your gun, kick it back to me. Place your hands behind your back…Do it now mister.”
Of course I did what I was told, but as I did Sara spoke in my defense as the officer stepped in behind, pulled my hands behind my back and began cuffing my wrist.
“Hey be cool officer, this man was only helping me out. These men were trying to kidnap me. They wanted to rape me, maybe even murder me. Please don’t arrest him, he saved my life.”
Even though we both told the officer I acted in self defense, he read me my rights then placed me in the backseat of his cruiser. For the next hour or so I watched the officer and others who came upon the scene question her, and although I couldn’t hear her reply, through her body language it seemed she was sticking to her story of an attempted kidnapping.
Looking out the window I noticed an old friend of mine appear on the scene to talk with her. I met homicide detective Mason after my store was robbed, and worst of all beside me taking good beating one of my sales clerks had been murdered as well. This ordeal haunts me to this day, but detective Mason has helped me through it the best he can. Through time he and I have became good friends. We play golf together, he’s a divorcee with a two kids a son and daughter. I’ve met them both, they’re good kids.
After speaking with Sara, Alan Mason came over to the patrol car carrying my wallet and what appeared to be handcuff keys. The smile on my old friends face helped to let know I was off the hook, at least for now anyway. He opened the door exclaiming.
“Well hello Jack, what do ya think this is the old west or something.” He joked looking in on me. “I’ve known you for a while now old buddy, don’t go taking this wrong or anything but your no Wyatt Earp or even Doc Holiday for that mater…Come on step out of there let me get those cuffs off of you.” Taking my cuffs off he explained.
“Your young friend over there told me what you did, and I’ve just gotta say Jack. Although it was a brave and chivalrous thing you did, it was also pretty stupid….I mean shit, you could have gotten yourself killed then who the hell would I have to play golf with. Hell you let me cheat, no one else I know lets me do that.”
“Hey Al…Who is she?” I asked, ignoring his friendly chatter.
“Here name’s Sara Anderson, and she’s barely nineteen years old…Said she was down here seeing the sights. But in my opinion although she has no wants or warrants, she’s just an everyday whore Jack.”
“How do you know that detective…Maybe she’s not that at all?” I replied
“Well for one thing Jack, any cop who’s been on the force as long as I have can spot a working girl from a mile away. She’s wearing a slutty school girl outfit. Knee length white lace stockings and patent leather spiked heeled pumps. If she’s not a whore then I’ll eat my shorts.”
We both looked up to find her gone. Alan yelled over to patrol officer who had just been talking with her. “Hey where’s that girl at sergeant Morgan?”
“Don’t know boss, after I told her there were no charges against her she just up an walked off. But I do have her name and address if you need it.”
Chapter two. Free to go
And for me, after detective Mason took my statement I left the scene as well. But as I drove away the image of Sara’s pretty face was still burned into my memory. Turning the next corner I found her walking down the sidewalk, hearing my car approaching she turned around and began walking backward holding her arm out with a thumb up wanting a ride, before this she had never seen my car just me.
After what had just happened to her I just couldn’t let her walk home alone. The last words of the man she called Alex came to mind. Ivan will find you Sara, and when he does you will be sorry. I quickly pulled up beside the curve and stopped, rolling my passenger side window down I spoke in a scolding voice.
“Get in here now Sara, after what happened back there you shouldn’t be walking all alone like this.”
Hearing my voice she leaned down and looked in, smiling when she saw it was me.
“I’m so glad it’s you, and you’re right it is pretty foolish of me to be walking like this,” she climbed in admiring my car as she sat down. “Wow, what a nice car….It’s one of those new Corvettes isn’t it. I’m going to buy a ride like this someday.”
I couldn’t believe how calm she was. “Sara,” I exclaimed. “How in the hell can you be so calm, after what just happened back there. All you can ask is what kind of car am I driving.” I pulled back on the road almost shouting. “Why in the hell were those men trying to throw you into their fucking trunk.”
Yelling my question like this jarred her senses, tears suddenly ran down her cheeks. She wiped them away telling me.
“I don’t wanna talk about it okay, whatever your name is….It’s just best for both of us if I don’t tell you anything. Now my apartment’s just around the next block, just drop me off and everything will be fine…At least for you anyway.”
“No,” I replied. “I cant do that. Dammit Sara I fucking know those guys I shot back there aren’t alone in this. That guy you called Alex, just before he died he told you about someone named Ivan. Who is he, come on girl tell me?”
“I work for him…He’s my pimp. I’ve known him since I was sixteen. He thinks we’re lovers, but we’re not I can’t stand the son of a bitch, and I told him that in almost the same words a few hours ago. In our last conversation I made the mistake of telling him I’m not going to work for him anymore,” she took a breath and wiped tears from her eye’s.
“Just before what happened back in that alley I had just came home from a date with one of my own johns, a guy Ivan doesn’t know about, that’s why I’m still dressed in my work cloths. I took the date because the guy pays well, and I needed a little traveling money because I intended to leave town tonight. I was about to change into regular street cloths when Alex and Issac arrived at my door, they knocked and like the fool I am I opened up and let them in.
Next thing I know Alex sticks his gun barrel into my gut telling me Ivan wants to see me, and he gave orders to kill me if I declined his invitation. Once in the car as Issac pulled away Alex told me Ivan had plans to punish me for running away from him like I was….Knowing how he’s punished other girls in the passed I decided that’s not going to happen to me so I began struggling with Alex….He told Issac to stop and help him tie me up, and that’s how we ended up in that alley parking lot where we met you.”
At the next stop light I held my hand out introducing myself. “By the way, my name’s Jack Thomson, and despite what happened tonight I’m pleased to meet you. Hey how’s this sound to you. I’m heading out to my beach house in Malibu, and being as I’m very recently divorced I would love the presence of your company. You’ll be safe at my place, knowing your old boss Ivan had you kidnapped once he’ll do it again if you don’t get out of town and lay low for a while.”
She flashed a kind smile then leaned over planting a kiss on my lips, her kiss made my forty-two year old heart beat a little faster. My cock grew hard feeling her soft warm fingers caressing my inner thigh. Speaking softly, she told me. “Thanks Jack, I’ll make this worth your while.” Her hand slid between my legs finding my stiffening manhood.
“Hey now !” I replied. “There’s no need for that…I just wanna help you, that’s all.”
She kissed me again and whispered softly. “No Jack, you’re wrong about that. I owe you big time for saving my ass tonight. When we get to your place I will be taking real good care of you.” she leaned back in her seat still fondling my crotch. “Now get us to your place baby, it’s been one hell of a fucked up day and from the way your dick is reacting to my touch I know it’s going to need a lot of my special attention.”
Her last statement made me chuckle. “Sara my dear….You’re so right about this being one fucked up day.”
Using her free hand she a lifted the hem of her tartan plaid mini skirt and began stroking her red panty clad crotch. Although I did enjoy her little flirtatious show, it dawned on me she is what some would call a nymphomaniac, this word basically meaning sex addict came to mind. Although I was thoroughly enjoying her attention and her show I could only wonder what could have caused her to be this way? After making a quick stop at her apartment where she grabbed a few of her belongings, we finally arrived at my home.
Chapter three. Passion
She fell asleep during the ride home. Coming to a stop inside my garage I leaned over and gave her a kiss, my kiss startled her awake.
“Hey what! where are we,” she said finding herself looking into my eyes.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, but we’re at my house now.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Once inside my home passions were ignited. It all began with a simple hugging and kissing session just inside the garage entryway. My hands found their way to her firm ass, while her hands fondled my ass and crotch. Passion took over as if animal instincts were controlling our mind body and soul. Lifting her slender body I pinned her against the wall, she wrapped her strong legs around my hips. I began dry humping her, feeling the warmth of her sex flowing through my pants. My cock was so damned hard, she could feeling it.
“Mm, feels like your dick needs a little relief…Take me to your bedroom Mr. Thomson.”
“Please,” I whispered. “Call me Jack, like all friends do.”
Hearing her request I did just what she asked, carrying her through my house with her legs still wrapped around me. Kissing all the way to the stairway leading to the master bedroom. It must have been our sensual passion giving me strength to carry her up that flight of stairs, for I had never done something like this with my ex-wife Celia. Coming to the bedroom I finally put her down, where I began undressing her, and she undressed me. Untying the shirt tails of her white school girl blouse, she wore no bra I marveled at the sight of her perfect firm round medium breast while affectionately fondling each one.
She fumbled around undoing my belt then yanked my pants and underwear down in one swift motion. Just as my stiff cock sprung out, she sat on the bed and began pleasing me. Giving my erection licks and kisses up and down its shaft. These affectionate licks and kisses sent warm tingling sensations running through my forty-two year old body.
My knees became weak, it took all of my strength and determination to remain standing. Looking down I watched her wrap those luscious lips of hers around my shaft then begin slowly sliding them up and down my ridged cock. She amazed me shoving the head of my cock down her warm throat, her blue eyes looking up at me, holding it there for what seemed an eternity then finally sliding her lips back only coming up for a short breath of air then doing it again.
“Oh fucking wow !” I cried out, not caring if I sounded like a high school boy loosing his virginity, doing my best to keep my knees from buckling. Seeing my reactions she began vigorously fucking my cock with her sweet lips, occasionally shoving as much of me down her throat as she possibly could.