Pass the Ketchup dear! - Sex Stories

Pass the Ketchup dear!

... broke him from his thoughts. He spun around to see Mike attempting to squeeze his car around the back of Jim's poorly parked one. "Sorry Mike." Jim spluttered, "World of my own there for a sec!" "Well now you're back in this one. Would you mind?" Mike gestured towards Jim's car. Jim got in, started the engine and drove around the block. When he reached his house the strange car was still there on his drive. He looked around at the other houses, all his neighbours had gone to work. He wasn't particularly neighbourly with them, he'd wave and say hi to them if he saw them, but he was no social butterfly. Kate, on the other hand, knew them all by name. It was because of her that they were invited to all the neighbourhood parties and barbeques, and Jim's services were offered when their vehicles broke down or other mechanical jobs needed someone who understood the workings. He didn't know any of them well enough that they'd tell him that strange cars were turning up on a regular basis. He drove up the street, passed the road he'd turned up before and turned down a secluded street further down. The houses here were bigger, and most people round here kept themselves to themselves. He was sure that none of them would recognise him. Jim got out of the car and walked slowly towards his house. Fifteen minutes later and he was standing, shaking, at his front door. His worry had turned to anger as he slid his key into the lock quietly and pushed the door open slowly. He needn’t have been ...

... so stealthy though, Kate was moaning loudly in time to the squeaking of their bed and the headboard banging on the wall. He was angry now, walking through the kitchen into the garage, he reached up, felt around on top of a shelf and retrieved his baseball bat. Kate was screaming now as Jim climbed the stairs and slowly opened the bedroom door. Jim stood in the doorway, Kate was on her knees on the bed, face buried in a pillow, screaming as a man he'd never seen before stood behind ploughing into her arse. Shifting his grip on the bat and approached the man quickly, Jim swung the bat upwards between the man's legs. He connected with the man's testicles on his inward stroke, feeling at least one of them burst as the bat reached his pelvis. All three of them screamed; Jim with a shout of triumph, Kate with surprise and lust as the man thrust himself hard into her anus, and her lover, in pain and terror as Jim stepped to the side and swing the bat at the strangers head. The screaming stopped as he crumpled to the floor and Jim stood over him, bat raised and ready for more; but there was no movement from him at all. Kate was cowering at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard, knees pulled against her chest, a frightened look in her eyes as Jim's gaze fell upon her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!" She panicked as Jim rounded the bed towards her, bat in hand. "He was blackmailing me. I had no choice. Please listen!" ...