Sitting up like she was, she watched my entire shaft slowly disappear between her legs. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips as I forced every inch of my tool inside her velvet walls. I began fucking her in a steady pace, slowly at first building a quick rhythm as I went on. Looking into her eyes it seemed obvious she was enjoying me, her lips curled into a content smile, her breathing increased with every thrust of my hips.
My hips slapped against the soft white flesh of her thighs as I fucked her a little harder, her juices began saturating my cock flesh. I felt her body shiver as small orgasms rushed through her body, she began begging me.
“Fuck me Jack !…Fuck me harder….I want you to cum inside me, ugh. I love feeling a mans hot sperm inside me….Don’t worry I’m on the pill….Now please just fuck me harder baby, make me cum again, please cum inside me’eeee…Come on baby I need it so bad!”
I began fucking her so hard, sounds my hips spanking her inner thighs echoed from the kitchen walls. I began panting and grunting like an animal, driving my shaft deep. My testicles slapped against the warm flesh of her lower ass cheeks. Feeling warning signals of my own impending orgasm rising up from deep within my body I kept banging her hard. She began thrusting back into me, screaming out. “I’m coming! Cum with me’ee baby!” Hearing her beg like this made me lose control I came hard flooding the walls of her sex with hot sperm.
My knees were weak but I kept thrusting hard into her sopping wet pussy, but after a short while of hard fucking my old body could only take so much. Finally completely warn-out I pulled out, staggered backwards and collapsed into a nearby dinner chair. Looking up at Sara from my seat, she seemed warn-out as well. Leaning her head against a kitchen cabinet with eyes closed and that beautiful content smile across her full pink lips. Finally coming out of her trance she looked down at me, smiled then spoke in a soft meek voice.
“Whew!!…now that’s a great way to work up an appetite, isn’t Jack.”
Chapter five. Getting to know Sara Anderson
After breakfast I asked Sara to join me for a walk on the beach. For one thing it was a gorgeous day outside, and on days like this I always take a long walk and sometimes a jog when I visit my beach house.
But since meeting this girl I found myself needing to know more about her, things like where did she come from, and why in the hell would a girl like her make a living selling her body for sex. And not to mention, why would she work for a man like Ivan who might have murdered her last night in some wicked fashion had I not came to her rescue.
This morning I dressed into my usual beach attire, surfer style swim shorts, my favorite gray T-shirt with the words Salt Life stenciled on the chest and my old L.A Dodgers baseball cap covering my full head of salt’n pepper gray hair. She came down after showering wearing a Kansas Jayhawks T-shirt and a pair of snug fitting cut off denim shorts, at the bottom of the stairs she lifted her shirt showing me a sky blue bikini top.
“I made sure to wear my swim suit, just encase we decide to go in for a swim….But if we do you’ll need to stick by me, because it freaks me out knowing there’re sharks in the ocean.”
I took her hand guiding her towards the door thinking to myself. She hangs out with men like Ivan and his gang, they’re worse then any sharks swimming in the pacific ocean. Once on the beach I began asking questions while she walked beside me holding my hand.
“So miss Sara Anderson I’m curious to know, can you tell me where you’re from.”
She seemed hesitant to reply, a slight smile crossed her lips before she did.
“Oh come on now” she retorted.”don’t I like a California girl,”
“No,” I replied looking her over. “there’s just something different about your looks…I’m betting your from someplace east of here.”
She chuckled considering my question. “Okay I’ll tell you. I was born in Wichita Kansas, my parents owned a small farm just about ten miles west of there.”
“So why did you leave Kansas, did you runaway or something. I remember you telling me last night, you met Ivan when you were sixteen.”
My question must’ve hit a nerve. Sadness washed over her face, she dropped my hand then turned away, placing fingertips to her cheeks wiping tears away. I felt awful for opening what seemed to be an old wound. I pulled her body to mine, and held her tight.
“Sorry sweetheart I didn’t mean to upset you, maybe I shouldn’t have asked.” I said, hoping to ease her pain with such simple words.
“No it’s okay to ask,” she replied. “its just that your question reminds me of what happened to my parents, and how I ended up here. So now I’ll tell you, because it’s time for me to open up to someone I can trust, and that someone is you.”
“My parents were killed in a car wreck, just about two months before my sixteenth birthday. I was an only child, and with no relatives to take me in the state wanted to place me with some local religious fanatic foster parents,” she threw her head back and laughed. “Oh! hell no I wasn’t into that, not with me being the independent girl I was back then and I still am.
I wasn’t going to let them force me to live with some family I didn’t know….So one night just before being forced to live with those people I hopped into an old car my daddy fixed up for me and drove to L.A with the idea of fulfilling my dreams of becoming a glamorous movie star.”
She spun around and kicked the beach, sending a cloud of sand into the warm morning breeze.“Shit of course nothing worked out, it didn’t take too long for me to learn how tough L.A and Hollywood can be on dreamers like me. After traveling around following leads for casting calls from talent sections of news papers, some talent scouts did say I had talent, but the trouble was none of them wanted to hire a sixteen year old runaway like me.”
She kicked more sand showing frustrated anger.“Then one day, after about three weeks in town, some asshole stole my car. And the worse part of that wasn’t just my car being stolen, that car had ten thousand dollars of my parents money I had withdrawn from their bank account before leaving Wichita…Yes I know Jack, it was a stupid place to stash that much money. But anyway before that happened I had rented a cheap apartment in an upstairs room of an old ladies house, when the money ran out she threw my ass out on the street ,”
“Ha,” she laughed looking into my eyes. “But lucky for me I’m not one of those mid western virgins you’ve heard about,” she joked. “If you have heard of mid western virgins, don’t believe it Jack, they don’t exist. I had learned a few sexual skills back home, so I began selling my pussy and sucking a few dicks to make ends meet…And to make a long story short, that’s how I met good old Ivan Vanicheck.”
“He found me working late one night out on Hollywood Boulevard and asked me to come work for him. Saying if I did, he would help me get into a decent apartment and find me lots of good paying trustworthy johns, and he and his men would protect me from abusive clients,”
“What he told me that night sounded good, because the night before meeting him a guy I met slugged me in the face, raped me, then stole what little money I had on me…I told Ivan what the guy did and looked like, then a few days later after agreeing to work for him he showed me a picture of the guy….His men found him and put a bullet through his fucked up brain.”
Hearing this part of her story sent chills down my spine…I noticed she seemed troubled by her last statement as well. There was fear showing in her blue eyes, but it seemed to fade as she went on. Needing to know what she’s been through I let her talk.
“Shit I was a mess a little over three years ago, always half starved, wearing dirty cloths and getting ripped off buy guys like that dead asshole. If my so called friends wouldn’t let me crash at their pad I would end up sleeping in homeless shelters, or sleeping in an alley If the shelter was too full when I got there. So I shrugged off seeing that dead assholes and let Ivan pimp me out.”
Her voice trembled, an uneasy gaze appeared in her eyes. “But Jack even-though Ivan watched over me and the other girls in his stable, it didn’t take much for me to realize he’s an evil man.”
The next tale she told, made me hate this man to the core. “A couple years after I began working for him I began hearing rumors that he and his men started bringing young stuff up from Mexico, and when I say young….I mean like real young, at least two or three years younger then I was when I first started working for him,”
“Last weekend this rumor was confirmed when I met a couple of these girls, they were sitting in the back seat of Ivan’s car all dressed up in sexy working girl clothing. I had called him asking for a ride to a clients hotel. I sat in the front seat, and just out of curiosity I asked who they were,” her voice trembled as she spoke. “He told me he was taking Sophia and Adriana up north somewhere to meet their new daddies,”
Tears began streaming down her cheeks. “My god Jack….I knew what he was doing that day, and didn’t do one fucking thing to stop him….I just let him drive away with those girls, and after that I never met them again,” a flood of tears ran from her eyes, her entire body shook “Those poor girls are why I quit working for the sick bastard, he’s a god damned slave trader.”
She stopped talking and just stood there on the beach sobbing, not knowing what to say all I could do was hold her in my arms for as long as she needed my embrace.
“But sweetheart,” I cut in. “Last night after what happened, why didn’t you tell the police about Ivan and what he’s into?”
She sniffled and wiped tears from her eyes, before answering. “Because he has a few cops on his payroll Jack, that’s why….I’ve met a couple vice cops he pays off….Hell I’ve been sat up on dates with the guys on different occasions. Shit he has one of the mayors top staff members under his thumb I’ve fucked that guy too…
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