Article 72391 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an272159@anon.penet.fi (Le Lalique)
Date: Wed, 31 May 1995 22:05:51 UTC
Subject: The Good Samaritan (m/f/cons kinda/bondage)

			  The Good Samaritan
				  by
			     Le Lalique
				1994

	My car had just stopped running at the intersection and it was
already very late in the evening. I sat there for a moment but the
engine just would not turn over. I decided to take a look under the
hood after looking around and not seeing too many shady characters on
the streets surrounding me. Reaching under the dash, I pulled the
lever and heard the familiar click of the latch releasing the hood. I
opened my door, only to find at least eight inches of water, almost to
the level of the door jam. "Shit!" I said, half aloud.

	I went for the cellular phone and called the police department
who said they would have a cruiser on the way in a minute and to sit
tight with my doors locked. Pulling on my flashers, I punched the door
lock and started counting the seconds, as the area grew more ominous
by the second. Like cockroaches, some grungy looking men and women
were coming out into the lights, inspecting my car from afar. Working
late was always a drag and now my car was giving me problems.

	Within minutes, a large police cruiser pulled up and two
uniformed police officers got out and approached my car with their
flashlights illuminated. Rolling down the windows, I informed them I
could not get out because of the water. One of the police officers
said that he would call a tow truck to get me out of the deep water.
The deep water must have soaked my distributor and interrupted the
electrical power in the vehicle as I splashed through it, he informed
me.

	As he walked back to the car, another set of lights appeared
and stopped next to the squad car. In the mirror, I saw the officers
exchange pleasantries with someone in the driver's seat and then the
door swung open and out stepped a tall man wearing black boots, jeans
and a baggy shirt. Over the shirt you were wearing a shoulder holster
and was obviously friends with the officers. You were laughing with
them and then turned to look in my direction. Walking towards me, I
subconsciously noted your jeans were pleasantly bulging in all the
right places. As the light winds were blowing against your frame, I
could see your very well-defined chest and arms and I got a bit
excited. I squirmed in my tight short skirt and tried to pull it down
over my thighs just a bit more, blushing slightly.

	Sloshing right through the water, you opened my door and said,
"Hello, ma'am. I am just a concerned citizen here in the city and
those cops are good friends of mine. I live in the area and I suppose
tonight is your lucky night. I think I can save you a bit of money. If
you don't mind, I'll help you out and save you a lot of heartache."
"Well... sure... I guess... ," I said as I noticed that your eyes were
glued to my thighs.

	You reached in and grabbed my hand gently. Your hand enveloped
mine and I noticed the veins on the backs of your hands. Your hand was
like a vice but so gentle on mine. "If you don't mind, I'll just carry
you out of the water. That's save those pretty pumps and stockings
you are wearing." I felt a twinge of excitement in my loins as I
realized that you had noticed the lacy tops of my thigh highs. You
must like that, I thought, smiling, and nodded my head.

	Pulling me into your arms, you pulled me out and carried me to
the edge of the water, gently setting me down on the dry pavement. At
that time, the tow truck arrived and a greasy guy hopped out. You
walked over to the tow truck driver and walked with him over to the
other two officers. After talking for a moment, the two officers got
back into their cruiser and drove away. You walked back over to me and
said, "Listen, the officers ran your plates and you live a long way
from here. This is gonna cost you a ton of money. I have a suggestion
for you. I'll have him tow your car over to my place and I can take
you home, if that is ok. The tow is something like $200 all the way
out to your house. If you have a motor club or something it'll only
cover up to one hundred. I can fix it, looks like just a wet
distributor cap. What do you want to do?"

	"Stupid question, " I said, as I looked you in the eye and
moved closer to you. "As a matter of fact, I think I would love to see
your place."

	As I said that, the greasy driver came up and inquired, "Where
to?"

	"Jack, just follow us. We'll take it to my place, right over
on Madison at Fifth." You gave me a wink and helped me into your car;
Jack pulled my car out and followed closely behind.

	Pulling up to a building that looked like a warehouse, I said,
"You live here?"

	Hearing the concern, you replied, "Yep. I live in an loft up
on the top floor. I bought this building a while back and rent out the
rest of the place to local vendors. Come on in. I don't bite."

	"I like men that bite... " I responded, and that brought a
smile to your face.

	Helping me out of the car, you clicked a garage door opener
and the massive front door slowly moved up the railings. You motioned
for Jack to drive right into the warehouse.

	Later, with my car securely stored in the locked garage, you
invited me into the apartment and I was amazed at your genuine taste
in furnishing. Very conservative and with a few antiques scattered
about. But in the corner, next to the pool table and the juke box was
a 1936 Indian motorcycle. It was fire engine red and the chrome
gleamed and glistened. You saw me looking at it and inquired, "Do you
like American motorcycles?"

	"Yes," I whispered as I walked to it. Without asking, I
climbed aboard. "Ummmm, they really turn me on... " I sighed with a
devilish grin.

	"Interesting... " you commented with an equally devilish grin,
matching mine, creeping across your face. You walked to the bar in the
opposite corner and said, "You drink wine. I can tell. How about a
glass of red, from the finest winery in Sonoma Valley, just north of
San Francisco? I prefer the wines of California. They are a bit more
dry than those of France."

	It was if you had read my mind. I watched you slowly and
carefully screw the corkscrew into the soft cork and gently pull it
from the mouth of the bottle. Your eyes never left mine as you poured
two large glasses of wine. Then walked toward me. In the low slung
light over the pool table, your face was obscured.

	Handing me a glass; we both took a long sensuous drink of the
wine. It was divine as it washed across my lips and tongue. Your hand
slowly made its way across the distance between us and without any
prelude, traced the line of my left breast, finding my nipple already
hard. Lingering there, you pinched gently through the material...
snatching my breath from me in a moment of undeniable passion. Your
hand moved to my neck, slowly encircling it, pulling my face close to
yours. You began to kiss me hard... I faintly felt the wine glass
being lifted from my hand.

	Your hands roamed freely over my breasts as my breath caught
in my throat. Pulling me off the bike, you carried me to the pool
table and laid me down on the velvety green surface. Tugging at my
blouse, you pulled it from my skirt and then pulled it off my arms...
my eyes danced with excitement.

	"You like a guy to take charge, don't you?"

	"Yessss," I moaned back.

	A broad smile crossed your face and you reached in back of
your pants and before I knew what was happening, I was flipped on my
stomach and heard the click of handcuffs on my wrists. The metal was
cold and sent a shiver down my spine. Then I was alone for a minute.
Just as concern was crossing my mind, I saw you again out of the
corner of my eye... holding something in your hand, it was a silk tie.
You tied it snugly over my eyes and then I heard clicking and could
sense the flash of a camera.

	"Like being a little slutty, don't you? I am going to record
this moment forever," you whispered. Then I heard the distinctive hum
of a video camera in the distance. I turned my head in the direction
of the camera. "Yes, you hear the video camera, don't you?" you
breathed into my ear, "I want to watch me fuck you over and over
again!".

	I became even more excited at hearing this. My panties were
absolutely drenched, now. "Please don't show these to anyone," I
pleaded.

	"Begging me are you? I like that... " I heard you say. "You
can trust me. After I am done with you tonight, you will be coming to
see me quite often. At least, that is the feeling I have."

	I listened to you carefully. You posed me in different poses,
my breasts hanging tight to my chest in some, others making them hang
free below me. All the time my hands were cuffed behind me.

	You then pulled my skirt up and took more photos. Slapping my
ass and making me bend over the edge of the pool table, I was
dangerously close to orgasm.

	"Please, please fuck me now?" I begged. "I am so fucking
horny, please just fuck me hard!"

	"So you want my cock eh?" you teased.

	"Oh, yes!!!!" I replied.

	Pushed to my knees, I feel the warm smooth skin against my
lips, unmistakably the head of your cock. I open my mouth widely but
manage only to get some of it into my mouth. "Ummmmmmm," I heard you
moan. "Can't fit much into that sweet little mouth, can you?"

	"Ummm-ummmm," I try to answer but my words were muffled and
distorted. You laughed. "Wait until I try to get it in your little
pussy, then you'll know exactly how big it is."

	I instantly orgasm at this thought and I have no idea how long
or how thick your cock is. All I know is that it is very hard and very
good. I revel in the musky odor, it is very sexy and manly. Just pure
sexuality...

	Pulling me to my feet, you guide me over to the Indian, or at
least that is where I think I am, since I cannot see anything. I hear
the jingle of a belt and I picture you pulling those jeans off. I am
then lifted in the air, delicately balancing in mid-air. I feel my
legs coming down on each side of the bike; the warmth of your cock at
my lips of my cunt... I groan with delight, as the fullness overcomes
my senses. I then realized that you were sitting on the bike and
holding my hips as I straddled you.

	I sink onto your cock and you begin to pull and tug on my
hips. I have no control over my own movements, since my hands are
secured behind my back. The cold chrome on my legs, combined with the
white hot action between them... I was beginning to pass out.

	You lifted me off your cock and in my groggy, post-orgasmic
bliss, I remember the cuffs being taken off, but I passed out soon
thereafter. Waking up, it was dark. I struggled to focus my eyes, and
realized that it was late in the evening, or early in the morning
rather, I corrected myself. The windows are long, floor to ceiling,
and open. The warm night air was blowing in, making the wispy curtains
there glide to and fro. I realized I was alone in a huge bed with dark
sheets, satin, I guessed by their luxurious feel. I saw you sitting in
a chair in the corner of the room, watching me intently.

	"Good morning, " I hear your sexy voice but cannot see your
face. "You are quite a woman."

	"And you are quite a man. How long have I been asleep?" I ask.

	"About an hour and a half. You passed out when you came. Is
that a common occurrence?"

	"No, never. It was just soooo intense," I said dreamily. I
rose to my hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. "Come
here," I said to you. I reached for you and pulled your button fly
open in one swift motion, your cock spilling out and landing on my
tongue. I started to slowly suck your semi-hard cock and as it got
harder, my mouth became more and more full of your erection.

	"Keep sucking it. Make me cum," you gasped. I did just that
and began to work my mouth across the shaft and the veins there. Your
groans brought pleasure to me and I began to stroke you with my hands,
playing with your balls, and licking the massive head, all trying to
bring you to the brink of orgasm. I could feel the wetness between my
legs becoming unmanageable and I snaked a hand to my pussy and began
playing with my own clit as I sucked your gorgeous cock.

	It was not very long before your balls began to tighten and
then, with one loud groan, your cock began filling my mouth with its
sweet juice. It was hot and there was so much that it spilled from the
corners of my mouth, the hot white cum falling to my breasts and
nipples. I moaned and rubbed the cum into my skin, swallowing as much
as I could. After what seemed like an eternity, the tide of hot love
juice subsided and I could feel the edge of your erection wear off.
Relaxing a bit, I looked up in your eyes and saw that they were
burning with passion

	Pulling me off the bed, you carried me to the balcony door...
which you kicked open. The view was breath-taking. The city skyline
was magnificent. You took me to the edge, lowering me to where I was
facing you and began to make love to me standing there on the balcony.
I felt your hard cock pierce me again, spreading my lips wide, as it
made it's way deep inside of me. Reaching around, you eased a finger
into my ass as I rode, slamming my pussy down on your cock. I could
feel my juices flowing across my upturned thighs and coating your
cock. Every so many strokes, your cock would jump out of me and I
would gladly reach between my legs and grip the massive shaft,
directing it back inside of me. My orgasms were too numerous to count.
I kissed your lips furiously and our tongues dueled as you continued
to pound inside of me. Every couple of minutes, I would hear the sound
of people walking by below and I was at first afraid that my moans
would attract attention but then it did not matter in the least, as I
felt more and more at ease.

	The sky began to cloud over as you pulled your cock from me
and then lay down on the cool cement. I mounted your organ and began
to ride as the first droplets of rain began to bounce off my sweaty
skin. It was a wonderfully warm rain and I reveled in the excitement
it brought. You pulled on my hips harder, and I knew your cum was not
far. I talked dirty to you, telling you how much I loved your cock and
how good your cum was and how much I wanted you to shoot your cum deep
inside my pussy. I watched your chest clench and release as you pumped
into me from below and the rain poured down on you. Then, in an
instant, I felt the white hot cum jet from your cock inside of me and
my orgasm was instantaneous... together we lay in the rain for a few
moments...

	Later, laying in the warm bed after showering together, you
flipped on the television and VCR. I quickly realized that I was
watching you handcuff me on the pool table, and that familiar wetness
crept into my sore pussy as I watched the events happen all over
again...