“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.
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