SARAH'S GOOD DEED

BY ZOOCH

Sarah had been playing near her home in Inglebert Street, in the square by the church. There were some swings in the playground she liked to play on.

She was still wearing her school clothes: a short blue striped dress and white socks and black shoes and, of course, her white cotton vest and her navy blue school knickers. Mummy didn’t like her playing in the playground by herself, but Sarah didn’t always do what Mummy said.

She saw the silver BMW pull up while she was sitting on the swings, swinging gently to and fro. The man that got out was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit, like the one Daddy wore to the office. The man came into the park and over to Sarah.

“Can you tell me the way to the swimming baths at Ironmonger’s Row?” he asked.

Sarah knew the way, she went there often after school. She loved swimming. She explained how to get there. The man looked puzzled and didn’t understand.

“I’ll give you ten pounds if you come with me and show me the way. You can catch the bus back,” offered the stranger.

Ten pounds was a lot more than Sarah’s pocket money, and even more than she had got saved up for Christmas presents. She knew Mummy wouldn’t have allowed her to go with the man. But like playing in the park, Sarah didn’t always tell Mummy about the things she did. “Well,” she reasoned, “I will be doing a good deed if I do, and Mummy and Daddy are always telling me to do good deeds for other people.”

A few minutes later they were in the car and driving along in the direction of Ironmonger’s Row. It was a short distance and they were soon there. Sarah expected the car to stop but the man drove past, saying that as she had been a good girl he would drive her some of the way back. He drove down a few more streets then stopped the car at the end of a long side street where there was no-one about.

“You’re a really lovely girl Sarah,” he said, calling her by name since she had told him it as they were driving along. “I’ll give you the money, but first will you let me give you a kiss? I’ll give you and extra ten pounds if you do.” Sarah didn’t really want to kiss him, but she agreed anyway, just to get the extra money. She wanted to get it over with and go home.

He kissed her on the lips Her heart was beating faster and she wanted to go.

“That was really nice Sarah, lovely. Do you kiss all the boys in school?” He tried to sound funny but Sarah didn’t think it was and wished that he would just hand over the twenty pounds so she could go.

“Just another kiss. A nice long one this time,” he said.

Sarah didn’t say “No” and the man kissed her again, his lips pressed against hers. He put his hand on her leg and as they kissed it slid up her skirt right between her legs.

He kissed her full on the lips and she could feel his tongue licking her own lips. His hand was sliding up and down over her knickers, just like Sarah used to do to herself when Mummy was out. She couldn’t say a word. Not ”Stop” or anything because his mouth was over hers. And she would have said “Stop” because the man’s fingers had pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side and were rubbing her up and down her slit. Right on her button where she liked to do it to herself.

Just as she was beginning to get frightened, the man broke off completely and, looking up at her, he licked his lips.

‘Well Sarah, that was absolutely wonderful. I hope you don’t let all the wicked men do that to you!’

Sarah didn’t say anything.

“Tell you what,” the man said, “you are so wonderful and nice that I’ll give you another twenty pounds if you will let me lick you, you know, just like an ice cream.”

Sarah was still a bit shocked. She was going to say “No” and just get out and run all the way home, home to her house and her bedroom in Inglebert Street. But she didn’t say “No.” Instead she nodded her head and whispered “OK” in a very hushed voice. After all she had never had forty pounds before and to her it seemed like more money in the whole world.

Soon the man was fumbling with his hands up her dress and taking down her navy blue school knickers. She had half expected it so she didn’t make a fuss.

Then, when her knickers were off, the man took hold of one of her feet and looped something around it. It was a red silk cord that had one end tied around the door handle. Sarah wondered how she had never noticed the cord before. Soon Sarah’s foot was tied fast to door by the silk cord. Then the man did the same with the other foot, so that her foot was secured to the other door and her legs were spread wide apart. It was a little bit uncomfortable but not too much. The man smiled at her.

“Don’t worry Sarah, just part of my little game. I love you too much to hurt you. Relax and you’ll find that you will enjoy it.”

Sarah didn’t feel much like smiling, and it was very difficult to relax. Still, she did trust the man and was sure he would give her the money.

“Just one more little thing, sweetheart,” he said and took hold of both of Sarah’s hands in one of his. He produced another piece of red silk cord identical to the ones binding each Sarah’s feet to the door handles. He put her hands behind her back and tied the cord.

“How clever,” thought Sarah, “to be able to tie a knot without even looking at it.” The man smiled at Sarah, a big grin this time, and despite herself Sarah smiled back at him.

He lifted Sarah’s dress at the front and slowly stroked her fanny. Sarah was worried. Not by the man stroking her fanny but by the fact that someone might be passing by and look into the car and then they would be in trouble, her as well as him. She craned her neck up so that she could see out of the window. The street was completely deserted which made Sarah feel a little better.

“Relax,” said the man. Sarah slid down a bit on the seat and tried to be cooperative.

Sarah didn’t really know what she should expect. How long would all this go on for and what would the man do? But she didn’t have long to wait to find what was coming next. As soon as she slid down on the back seat the man hunched himself over and began licking her down below. Just like an ice cream. Just like he said he would.

First he licked her just above the knees. Then her thighs. The just below her fanny. Then on her fanny. And then his fingers were prying open her fanny lips and he was licking her most intimate bits. “How rude!” thought Sarah, but she let him do it without saying a word in protest.

Very soon Sarah realized that the man’s tongue was concentrating on her button, her very secret place that she played with in bed some nights. In fact it was rather nice, she liked the wetness of his tongue and rather thought that one day when Mummy and Daddy were out she might try rubbing herself down there with some soap and water. Sarah lay back and tried to relax.

However, just as she tried to do this, the man started to do something else that came as a bit of a shock. As well as licking her on her button he was, every so often, trying to push his tongue right up her little vagina.

“Oh!” said Sarah, in shock. She would have sat up and pushed his head away from her lap but of course she was tied up so she couldn’t.

The man heard her reaction and stopped probing with his tongue. He looked up at her and winked at her.

“Oh well,” thought Sarah, “this must be what grown ups do;” and convinced that no harm would come to her and, perhaps more importantly, that no-one was going to come along and discover them, Sarah did find that she could relax. She slid down a little further in the back seat and spread her legs as wide as she could while the man’s busy tongue worked at her tender young pussy. Every time his tongue pushed into her vagina her body tensed and pulled against the cords. Over and over again. Sarah began to enjoy it.

Sarah began having strange imaginings. She imagined Sammy in front of her, Sammy with her long golden hair and her pretty blue eyes. Sammy her friend who had whispered to her that they should feel inside each other’s knickers and rub each other’s slits. Sammy who had kissed her when they had been alone in Sammy’s bedroom.

Sarah had been frightened by Sammy and had run away, but now she wished she had stayed and done what Sammy asked. Now she could tell Sammy about having her fanny licked. Perhaps they could even be alone in Sammy’s bedroom again and lick each other’s fannies. She imagined Sammy was licking her fanny now. Sammy was putting her tongue deep into Sarah’s fanny. Sammy was making Sarah come.

Having finished, the man smiled up at her. Then he undid the red silk ties, put her knickers back on her and helped Sarah straighten herself up again.

The man got out his wallet and pulled out lots of notes: at least three five pound notes, several ten pound notes and a couple of twenty pound notes.

‘Here,’ he said, ‘these are all for you since you have been such a super girl. Look after them and don’t let Mummy find them.’

Sarah took the money and put it in the pocket of her dress.

‘If ever you want a nice afternoon out, you know a really nice afternoon out: fun fair and candy floss, train rides, burgers, cinema, chips, rowing on the lake, a slap up meal at MacDonald’s, then just come with me early one Saturday afternoon. Maybe we could even go to the seaside.’

Sarah still didn’t know what to say.

‘Oh, and I’ve got a friend who would like to meet you as well.’ He smiled.

Next thing she knew, she was standing on the pavement and the silver BMW had sped off round the corner.

Sarah kept the money. She didn’t say anything to her mum or to anyone else, not even Sammy. And she was very sensible about not spending the money all at once. She counted it all out, there was eighty five pounds in total. She put fifty pounds in a safe place, and used the rest slowly, each week buying extra sweets and comics and some new clothes for her Barbie doll. She also remembered to spend some on Christmas presents for her mum, dad and grandmother. Yes, Sarah was a good girl and always did kind things for others.