The kidnapping : A fantasy


It had been weeks since I received his email. I'm not really certainly why I kept it. He was courteous when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of guy wire. Chatting has always been a dependable outlet for me. Nothing too good since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my idea go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and sexy and someway meeting the right field man, under the correctly circumstances, and with the right direction I can still feel like that. People tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets hard to believe if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guy cable are just more about action at law than word of honor … although their password mesmerize me as well…

I've been bored. I guess that's why I looked up the email again. Not the kind of bored you get when you have naught to do. I always feel like there's something I can do. It's more like the type of bored you get when you don't tactile property like doing anything. nix you have to do inspires you. It's the same old rat race as they say. Go to work, get home - eat, sleep, eat, eternal rest, eat sleep - poof ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old e-mail - incredibly boring task - I came across his."Feel Sexy Today"was the subject. Honestly I hadn't read the solid thing because it was kind of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the prison term but today - the combination of desire for sexiness, and the Funk of boredom, it was the perfect idea. Today I wan na tone sexy.

Reading through the email I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially clothes shopping when person else picks matter out for me. Really I'm no serious at deciding what I like to wear or what looks proficient on me, but I love it when soul knows how to dress me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my closet would be full of t-shirts, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How bore ! I'm boring ! I need to get out of the house ! I need to go shopping.

With his e-mail printed out, I left the menage for the mall - my happy place. Growing up I spent so many fond hr with my parents in the mall. picture show, rule book, shopping and eating. All fond memories. It's a little weird going to the mall right now without anyone else. It's usually a social affaire for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his instructions :

"Go to your favored storehouse. I want you to seek out and try on these thing. Only try on the matter that are described. Don't add or take away. obtain a changing room and wear the turnout as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my blessing or disproval - depending on how well the article of clothing suits your beautiful eubstance. use up impression if you like. Remember how it feels to dress sexy. If you wish to buy something, you may, but if you do buy one of the getup, you must tire out it all the way dwelling house. This is your way display : …"

He proceeded to give me series after series of turnout to try on. It looked like he thought of every particular - right down to the type of jewellery, shoe, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a distinguishable want of the same !

I knew I wouldn't find all he wanted in one store so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely waitress to get to the mall. I must let been speeding the whole way !

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At the shopping centre, I parked far away from the entrance to devote me the option to back out if I wanted to on my walk over. I didn't back out. I marched right into the first department store. I was on a mission.

I wanted to gather all the clothing at once and try on outfit after getup - imagining where I'd go in each one of them - but, the stores wouldn't let me do that of course. Limit of 6 items per customer into the changing rooms. I'd have to try on each rig one at a time.

The first one was easy and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail wearing apparel. Strapless black bra, red bikini bottom step-in, and 4 inch bootleg dog. After gathering all the wear I trotted hastily back to the changing room. I couldn't wait to put on the outfit that would have me nestling up to a James River bail type at a Vegas cassino performing craps ( or at least that was the image I had in my headspring ). I put on the turnout and even a lilliputian red lipstick that I had brought with me for the occasion. I looked in the mirror. He was in good order ! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bravado of the cassino. The sly stranger next to me. My inkiness wearing apparel bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a unusual turn. From the black cocktail wearing apparel, I was to adjacent try on a white baby tank - braless, and a lightheaded pastel colored pair of pj bottoms - again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a brace of slippers, a playscript, and a pair of glass ! I put the cocktail garb back on the"not for me"wrack and went out looking for my next dangerous undertaking. It was pretty well-to-do, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt for a small fry's book in a different portion of the store. citizenry don't read in section memory board I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The baby tank was tight and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a little. I put on the drinking glass and slippers and held the script and did a little whirl, checking myself out from all angles.

The braless tone was a short shocking because it wasn't knockout to figure out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the soaked shirt looked on my stomach. I noticed from the rachis that you could see right through the pj bottom of the inning to the red panties and it hit me ! I'm a aphrodisiac law student studying for an exam in the library at 2 am and I just don't give a shit what citizenry think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, knock-down woman completely enthralled in her oeuvre while intelligent men would get sour sideways looking at me - and afraid to sing to me lest I bite their caput off ! Ha ha ! I was having too much fun !

I changed back into my regular dress and kept on with the next one … and then the side by side … and the adjacent … I spent hours wandering the promenade and trying on all variety of fun crazy things.

One getup made me palpate like a sexy explorer with tenacious stockings and flush, short little swag short circuit, a suddenly sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright floral bra underneath. A orotund knife was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ball with a long backless red dress with White person skidder and no underwear. I kept wondering what prince would have the accolade of unzipping that dress.

There were some weird ones too : In one depot I wore a short amber doll and sandals. I was topless but for 10 amber chains and 5 gold bangle around each arm. I also wore a pair of high fashion sun spyglass, a black belt, and tied my hair back in a twist. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my skin !

Then there was the Greek divine guidance : A liberate suit white plunging neck hemp dress and sandals with a roofy belt ammunition. Instead of wearing the frock like a halter, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the fix and over my head. This made the wearing apparel see much more like a single white cloth tied over my shoulder, but also left one-half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt hefty and I wondered if the fair sex of ancient Ellas were all so bold.

In one petition I was to go to a hands stock and wear a men's mutation jacket crown. Thats all ! Just the sport jacket. I imagined greeting my high powered banker husband in that when he came rest home to me at our Central Park view flat.

Through his words, he made asking and demands and I attempted to fulfill each one : Hats, earrings, picket, looking glass, necklaces, clothes or not, shirts or not, bras or not, gasp, skirts, short circuit, panties … or not. dozens and batch of shoes and all sorts of accessories ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pictures he suggested. Particularly of the getup that seemed most not like me - daring, mighty, amaze ! I wanted to be those people that I saw in the mirrors.

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Not halfway through my own personal fashion show I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this work my decisiveness when it came time to selecting an outfit to actually buy. From the top down, it included a bandana around my oral sex - slightly sideways and pulling my hair up a little. A couple of cheap sun shabu. Skull earrings, and a skull bracelet. A black lacing strangler with a fraud jewel on the presence. A zip up the look black athletics bra 2 sizing too small that left me popping out all over the berth - cleavage, under, side … everywhere. A white cotton release down shirt - standardized to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some tinny steel rings in the SHAPE of wanderer, skulls, and, my pet, an axe ! I have on a mordant denim doll that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - pitch blackness fishnet pantyhose and blanched armed forces looking boots. I look like a sexy badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the long way around so everyone can take a look. Normally I would palpate very shy with this kind of care but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can feel my titty bounce, my butt joint wiggle, and the cool air on my venter and I don't concern ! Because today, I'm a badass !

As I strut back to my car, I feel a little ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda conformity looking this way. I wish I had a motortruck - no a jeep - no a motorcycle - a Harley ! Yeah ! That's what I should be taking family. A Harley !

Sadly I don't own a Harley but as luck would have got it there were three of them parked in one space right succeeding to my accord. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, natural state coloring material, controller, foot pedal, leather, they just screamed freedom and tycoon. I can't help myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest motorcycle and straddle it - forgetting that I'm wearing a short skirt and fishing net with no panties.

I put my hands on the handle legal profession, close my eye and take a deep breath of air. I don't think I've ever felt this inaccessible before…


"wellspring, well…"

My eyes snap undecided and I'm staring at the bluest eyes on the elusive looking character I ever remember talking to me. He's standing right at the head teacher of his bike, eyeing me from top to bottom.

"You know it's not right to get on a man's ride without permission ?"He accuses.

"Oh ! I'm sorry"I nearly stumble to the ground as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm capable to obtain my keys and open my door he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger threshold. He's right on top of me, pressing his full chest of drawers into mine. His eyes wait even deeper blue sky from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his right arm and finishes at his neck.

"So severalise me sister, when was the last meter you got to rally ?"His words were sluggish and deeply in his throat. Deliberate and disarming. I no longer felt like a badass.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see what must have been one of his biker friends coming our way.

"Um… I don't know … I mean … I don't remember … uh … I guess never…"I stuttered.

He leaned in closer. I was a niggling afraid, extremely energise, incredibly turned on, and I had no idea what I was going to do. What would my husband say ? What was this strong attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to get it on and I wanted to know everything all at once. He pressed more of his consistence into mine - his hips and thigh. I nearly fainted. I could feel a gravid strong bulge in the front of his trouser and his sassing were inches from mine before he spoke again.

"fountainhead, Baby, how would you like to try my drive ?"Before I could answer he planted his oral fissure on mine. At first I didn't know what to do. I couldn't kiss him back. It had been 5 prospicient years since I kissed any former man ! What would I do ?

His munition wrapped around me and I couldn't avail myself. I let my mouth open a little and my facial expression soften. I let him buss me. I put my hands on his hip as he turned me to the side away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me rearwards footprint by step. I hadn't taken notice of the large blank van that had pulled up behind us. The rockers friend had opened the sliding room access and there was another man inside. The biker kissed me and hugged me so besotted I couldn't have resisted the succeeding thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was flung backward into the surface van door, the biker and his friend hopped in behind me, they closed the threshold, and the driver peeled off out of the parking lot.

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Inside the van I looked around quickly. It was carpeted in soft shag and there were box seats on nates side and the back. There were no windows except for the front man and fanny windscreen. And virtually ominous of all, there were 2 sets of blackamoor straps with cuffs on them - one pair hanging from the ceiling, and one couplet splayed out across the floor.

My first reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my supplication, the three men in dorsum are already grasping at my limbs and working to bind them in the cuffed shoulder strap. I almost forget to struggle, but by the time I go to move, both munition and one leg are already bound in the handlock. I'm kneel, sitting back on my cad with one mortise joint still free. My arms are out to the slope and bent-grass to 90 degrees. I kick my free leg away at the lastly moment.

"Easy, Baby,"rumbles the biker's voice as he grabs my gratis ankle and easily binds it to the terminal shoulder strap,"… You're gon na love this drive, believe me !"

Before I can speak one of his acquaintance grabs my hair, yanks my brain back and plants his mouth tightly into mine. My whole body tenses at number one and I try to sputter, but the ski binding won't come loose. Within moments I feel hands caressing my consistence harshly - partially to restrain me from struggling and partially to turn me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two custody sliding up and down my stage and over the fishnets. I feel another on my belly and a fourth on my berm kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and grasps the sides of my skirt and airlift it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishing net without panties !

I let out a fiddling squeal and he plunges his tongue into my mouthpiece to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the dissipation around my waist as the zip to my wench is unwrap and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel boastfully warm finger pressing in between my legs and rub face to side over my already affectionate wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for sure !"He's right. My button is on fire and I'm already starting to gasp air. The finger between my legs effort into my welcoming puss and Robert Floyd Curl Jr. under, massaging the battlefront walls. I can't help it. My body stumble and I yank myself away from the lips kissing me to gasp for air.

I can sense my intimate second joint start to tense as the finger heart in and out of me with mind blowing hysteria. I continue to puff piffling breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy quivers and tightens with luscious orgasm. That was fast. I can find my clitoris throbbing but the finger's breadth won't stop. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussy. The sexual climax won't stop. It builds and builds each metre his palm slap at my aching clit.

I can experience my shirt being torn from my shoulder as my leg begin to quake and I feel a great release between my branch then incredible wet warmheartedness streaming down the interior of my thigh. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The paw between my leg slides away and I begin to regain consciousness - petty shock wafture lurching through my body randomly.

I open my eyes and I see one of the biker's Friend kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly hard cock pulsation in presence of me. It bounces a few inch in rhythm with his mettle beat.

I feel a hand on my back and I'm pushed forward. Not painfully but it lowers me so that I am still kneeling but my upper physical structure is horizontal. My tail is in the air.

"let see those tits."The laborious man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely tight sports bra that at this full point is actually making it a picayune unmanageable for me to rest. At the finally tooth of the zipper, my breasts explode from the top and spat together with a lightly hearable slap before settling and hanging weighty toward the ground. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a piffling and squeezes one before pinching my nipple tightly. As he pulls on my nipple and gives it a little turn, I feel another lurching impact between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hip joint toward me and rests his cock on my mouth, still bouncing slightly. I gladly undefendable and suck the unit read/write head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the read/write head like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can palpate a vauntingly hand on the back of my head and another down squeeze and performing with my breasts.

"Try out that soaking twat, man. I bet it tastes like angelic wine-coloured !"I hear the biker growling and within consequence I feel his friends tongue lapping between my soaking wet lips from under my legs.

I can find my insides pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my straits on over the shaft in social movement of me. I feel my breasts shake and bouncing and I get a toilsome slap on my decently butt face making me squeal through my nose.

I can't help it. Within moment of that hot tongue on my blaze button I start cumming again. I squeeze my stifle together and make fist with my script as shockwaves of coming fly through my body. I pause sucking for a minute to enamour my breath and then return to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's ready !"I hear the bikers articulation again. This sentence from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the phallus in front of me when I feel a familiar soft pressing at my mendicancy, soaking lips.

I can feel the prick head slide in and although it is thick, I can feel his hard irradiation glide all the way into me before his rosehip bump up against my ass. I can feel hands on my pelvic arch and with foresighted slow strokes he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing deep again.

I keep sucking harder and retentive as I can feel myself clenching around the pecker inside me. Warm substantial custody tantalization and tweet my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in front of me changes his stop number. I can hear him groaning. He's getting close. The man behind me is grinding now - staying mystifying inside me and just thrusting his rosehip in rhythm with mine. The feeling of fullness is divine.

I can barely retrieve when I hear a groan in front of me and the hawkshaw in my oral fissure thrusts a little further than I expected. I can experience the pulsing then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing Forth in my mouth. I suck harder and lick a little under the tip to get More out. I can feel his organic structure lurch six or seven times completely releasing himself down my throat. Finally he falls back away from me - gasping through his teeth.

"Ohhh ho ho fuck yeah…"I can hear him mutter. I close my mouth and swallow hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his gait. Extremely riotous and hard he pounds into me now and within mo I wail out, cumming around his midst mellowness. The orgasm infatuation my stage and I can barely feel anything below my hip bones. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my position becomes painful my articulatio humeri are lifted enough to get me kneeling vertical again and I blink capable my eyes. The biker still has his pants on ! It wasn't him behind me at all but his other friend. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released friend did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly tumid, strong flub reach his bagger shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist band of his boxers out and over his hard fellow member and it stands there at care like a royal guard before me. It's hot and thick and red with a strong curvy vein down the book binding and obvious ridges up the sides. The head is nearly 4 in around and he must be 8 or 9 inches long. I've never been this finale to one this size before ! I sit there just staring at it for a moment.

"Now… You ready for your ride, baby ?"I lean forward to try to get my sassing to it but he lies on his vertebral column. I'm confused, I can't get to him from there…

Then he slides his stage between mine and I understand. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his strong the right way clenched fist and positions himself and my now quivering and soft entrance. He shifts his hips up slightly and his cock brain component my twat lips yet again.

I let myself lapse down from kneeling unsloped. I can find every millimeter of his stiffness stretching inside me as I slowly take on him in. Shockwaves sent to my chest make them feel like they are going to irrupt and compensate on que, he sits up a little and suckle them into his mouth one by one.

I let his incredible peter slideway in and out of me and I dance slowly from my knee. My head falls back and my eyes close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my hips forward and back. The action at law has him drilling over smudge inside me I've never felt before. My snatch clench. I begin to cum. He wraps his subdivision around me and extract me down on top of him. He starts driving his rosehip into mine and his perplex tool, military capability, and superpower keeps me cumming in waves and waves.

As the moving ridge of orgasm start to die down, I feel a lubricate finger rub around my anus and then inside. My pussycat squeeze again and the waves increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and heave with every thrust into my luscious depths.

I feel my anus stretched. It's a phallus. I've never done this before. One at a time maybe but never both. The man beneath me slows his pace and I can barely feel any part of my body that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The penis slides slowly deeper into my back entrance. I've never felt this full. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and active before.

They both start to travel. The fullness is whelm ! My all inside pucker in a vain exploit to feel to a lesser extent but I just finger it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awake but my completely physical structure is giving way. I grip the straps holding my wrist bindings tight and cry out with each thrust - over and over from the front and the back.

I hear groans and without a great deal warning the man in my butt pulls out and grunts. I feel warm sputtering up and down my back and over my butt cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to sense strong hands grip at my pelvic arch and draw me as far down on this amazing hard cock as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel to-do of sexual climax deep in my gut, my knocker and clit are on fervency. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

fucking YESSSS ! ! !

And I can feel the rhythmic pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my heroic pussy. present moment later I collapse on top of his chest and pass out.

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When I awake I am in my Accord. I'm one-half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my regular nervous thought :

Oh my God, what did I just do ? What if my husband finds out ? What if I get pregnant ? What if … what if… What if…

What the shag … That was stick ! ! ! !