The Not So Good Samaritan

By Charlie Wish

His intentions start off pure until she awakens something inside him

Gary is somehow bothered by a tramp sleeping on the streets in London and wants to help them. They turn out to be a pretty teenage girl.

Unable to send her back to the street after feeding her he takes her home with him.

It very quickly becomes apparent she is a natural submissive and likes to be told what to do. Gary finds his dominant streak that has been buried all his life coming out and so begins a relationship of her more than willing to please him and him wanting to make her his to do with as he pleases.

Despite being on the street for two years she is still a virgin and wants Gary to have her precious gift, but he makes her wait while she is tested and it is safe to take her without protection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Wish
• Release date: Oct 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370323593

Charlie Wish

I live full time in an American RV and travel europe all year round. I came to writing quite late in life have had a programming background that I am bored with now and writing has given me a new lease of life. I love to give people pleasure. I find it almost as rewarding as receiving pleasure myself. I write erotica for the simple reason that I can give many people a lot of pleasure not only by exciting them but hopefully in assisting in them reaching their climax the ultimate in pleasure. I hope you enjoy my books and if you do please leave me a comment or visit my blog at http://charliewish.blogspot.com/

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The Not So Good Samaritan

His intentions start off pure until she awakens something inside him

Copyright 2017 Charlie Wish

Warning

This story contains explicit details of sexual acts between consenting adults. If explicit details of sexual activity are likely to offend you in any way then please do not read any further.

Chapter 1

Can you spare some change? A regularly heard mantra on the streets of London, in fact, in cities all over the world. These are the words Gary is hearing as he walks through the subterranean passages on the London Underground between Bank and Monument as he heads back to his six bedroom house in the Surrey countryside where he lives alone.

It’s been a few years since he has had to travel up to London to visit his publisher and he had forgotten just how many homeless are on the streets, or under them, as he is now. Gary reflected back to when he worked in London and how these poor people were totally invisible to him as he passed the sad and grimy faces pleading for money.

After all these years of not seeing them and the troubles Gary had endured in recent years, he could see, and hear, them once again. He wanted to give them all some help but knew this was impractical and would make little or no difference. He also had a very good notion that at least some of them wanted the money for drugs rather than food, something he was not willing to do.

As he made the 7 minute walk between the two stations something caught his eye in the shadows of an archway. He walked straight on, without pausing, trying to ignore it and work out what he had briefly seen at the same time. All the while something deep within him was imploring him to go back and have a proper look.

He walked for almost an entire minute before he slowed to a stop and stood looking back along the tunnel. From where he was, he could no longer see the archway, but it felt as if it was calling him back.

He headed back the way he came looking for the archway. He almost walked passed it again as it was quite narrow. Set back a few feet inside it was a dark coloured door.

Scrunched up on the floor at the foot of the door was a mass of dirty matted hair between two equally dirty denim clad knees which topped legs that led down to a pair of filthy trainers that were falling apart around the feet.

Are you okay? he said.

The hair mass moved slowly and the grimy face of what was clearly a young female looked up at him. She had the most startling blue eyes made all the more so by the dirt on her face with streaks running down her cheeks where the tears had tried to wash the dirt away.

Are you okay miss? he said again.

He watched as her eyes filled with tears and began to roll down her face making fresh tracks in the dirt. She didn't say a word and didn't need to. Gary could clearly see for himself that she was far from okay. Looking at her eyes she didn’t have that glazed look that drug users often seem to have but they were quite clear and had a deep sadness in them that seemed to touch Gary’s heart and soul.

The girl looked as though she had been there a long time, probably too long, and had not eaten for some time.

You hungry? Gary said.

The girl nodded slowly without taking her tearful gaze off him.

Come on, I’ll get you some food and drink, Gary said and smiled at her as he held out a hand for her to take.

Her gaze slowly shifted from his face to his outstretched hand and she stared at it for a few moments. Gary kept still and continued to hold his hand out guessing she was trying to decide if he could be trusted or not. Either that or if her hunger was enough to take the risk.

Eventually a delicate, dirty, hand reached out and took his. She pulled herself up and her face betrayed the difficulty of her action and possibly pain.

Gary noticed that she didn’t appear to have any belongings which struck him as odd. All the tramps he had seen in the past had bags full of who knows what with them.

Are you really going to get me some food? she said. She had a