Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... away. Duff heard him fall to the ground, and she spun around to see a young man standing a few short feet away from her, towering over the fallen attacker. He swung his arms up, and a silver baseball bat glistened in the street light. The stranger swung the bat down, and it slammed into the man’s exposed erection. He grabbed at his crotch, and yowled in pain, rolling onto his side. Hilary saw the second figure jump out of her car, and charge at the third stranger . Without even looking, the other man spun around, swinging the bat upwards, and caught the man under the chin, knocking him back, and onto the ground. The stranger looked over at the teary eyed beautiful brown haired woman in front of him. He stashed the baseball bat under his long canvas jacket, and stepped up to Hilary. “A little out of your neighbourhood, aren’t we?” He asked casually. He crouched down in front of her, and slowly pulled her panties up, standing practically against her, as he pulled her skirt down, and gently tugged on it making sure it was all down. He stepped back from Hilary, and smiled at her. “My car stalled. I don’t know why.” She quietly announced. Her body still trembled from fear, but she was trying to slowly regain her composure. “Have you run out of gas?” The figure asked. He watched the frightened woman close her eyes as the answer to his question appeared on her embarrassed face. She rolled her eyes, and shook her head. What a simple problem to keep from happening, was all she ...

... could think. “It’s okay. IT happens. I guess you’ll have to call a tow truck. There’s not a drop of petrol around for blocks.” “Thank you.” She timidly acknowledged. The young man nodded, and turned slowly. “Please!” Hilary called out. The young man turned around slowly. “Don’t go. I mean. If they get up, or more come…..” “I’ll clean these guys up. You get back in your car, and lock the doors.” Hilary nodded, and climbed back into her car quickly locking the door. She picked up her phone off the floor, and started dialling again, as she peered out, watching the young man drag her attackers off the road into the night. The tow truck showed up a few minutes later, and the driver went about pouring a Jerry can of gas into the client’s car. The young man had finished dragging the two men into the alley, and sat on the curb of the streets, smoking a cigarette as he stood guard over the young woman. When Hilary paid the tow truck driver, she sauntered over to the young man. “If I directed you, could you drive me home? I’m still a little shaken up from everything.” She pleaded. Even as she said it, it was a crazy request, and she felt embarrassed to ask it. The mystery man rose to his feet, and brushed his dirty brown canvas jacket, which was spotted with multiple patches. “I guess if you were that hard up for a ride.” He replied casually. HE took the keys from the young woman, and motioned for her to lead the way. Getting out of the dangerous neighbourhood took more wrong turns than ...