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Archive name: manhat.txt (MF, rp, v)
Authors name: George Hatch (a12c@my-deja.com)
Story title : Manhattan Vacation

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Manhattan Vacation (MF, rp)
By George Hatch (a12c@my-deja.com)

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This story is for adults. If you are under 21, go to 
www.disney.com instead. You've been warned.  Sorry for 
bad grammar by the way. I never finished school.


I am a single white male as you call it. I am 37 now, and 
work in a small computer shop in a small Pennsylvania town. 
I don't know what moved me to write this story. Maybe I do 
it just because there is nothing worth reading on {ASS} at 
the moment. Or maybe because I'm sick and tired of watching 
all those news reports about some stupid county in Florida 
where the fate of the presidency is being decided. So I 
turned off my TV and started reminiscing about what 
happened to me 6 years ago.

Summer of 1994. Hot and humid in Pennsylvania as it always 
is in the summer. To keep myself sane, I have a few cold 
beers with my lunch. Luckily, the boss in this tiny 
computer store doesn't mind what I'm doing as long as I 
please the customers. (I dare to remind you that this is 
when the Internet was not so well developed, and the most 
popular OS was Windows 3.1.)

So I sit in this store and I'm getting absolutely bored. 
There's just a few  customers all day long. And they're 
mostly computer illiterate, so I'm getting some weird vibes 
down my stomach explaining how email really works to some 
old lady in a green beret.

I am not rich by any means. So when I decided to spend my 
vacation in Manhattan, I had to spend a day and a half on 
the phone, to finally get sublet a studio on 83rd street in 
Manhattan for $1,100 for two weeks. Two blocks from  
Central park.

I took an early greyhound bus on the 26th of July, 1994, 
and I was on the 41st street terminal at 7am. By noon, I 
located the man renting the apartment and handed him $1,100 
in cash for the next two weeks. He was a graduate student, 
and he warned me not to put any extra stains on his couch 
and carpets.

The studio was on the 16th floor. I had exactly one window 
facing the 83rd street. I suppose if I had a telescope, I 
could've watched the private lives of people across the 
street. But I had bigger plans for my vacation.

Next morning at 5am, I went jogging in Central Park. I saw 
a handful of sexy young ladies performing their exercise 
routines. If you've ever been to Manhattan you can imagine 
how big is the Central Park. You can literally hide in 
there even if you were a mad elephant.

On the early morning of July 28th, 1994, I went and hid in 
the bushes right near one of the least popular jogging 
trails. I had some equipment with me that I'd bought the 
night before at one of the stores on 42nd. I had two pairs 
of handcuffs, a roll of scotch tape, a tube of Jelly, and a 
heavy metal pipe that I found on the street. I saw an early 
jogger coming my way. She was a young woman, about 23, tall 
and blond. Just what I was looking for.

As she ran past the bushes I was hiding in, I jumped out 
and hit her with the pipe. She fell down unconscious. I 
dragged her body about 50 feet from the trail. Then I 
handcuffed her wrists around a tree and put a piece of 
cloth in her mouth and taped it in place. Then I removed 
her blue sport shorts and her white cotton panties. I 
applied some KY Jelly on my now stiff dick and her helpless 
exposed cunt slit and proceeded to fuck her vigorously.

In the middle of the intercourse ( or, as you may call it, 
rape), she started to come back to a conscious state. 
Fortunately, the handcuffs and the tape restrained her from 
ruining the whole experience. After I finished my business 
I left, leaving her there, half-naked and in restraints. My 
vacation break had just began, and I was full of ideas.

To be continued, if there is enough interest. Reply to the 
group.

Sincerely,

George Hatch.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does 
not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway 
shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the 
scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking
professional help.
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