1. Saving Sara, part 1


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Violence, Author: papaprv, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    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 ...
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