The Kidnapping : A fancy


It had been weeks since I received his email. I'm not really sure why I kept it. He was nice when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of guy. Chatting has always been a soundly outlet for me. Nothing too unplayful since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my head go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and aphrodisiacal and someways meeting the right man, under the right circumstances, and with the right guidance I can still feel like that. hoi polloi tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets tough to believe if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guys are just more about action than words … although their run-in hypnotise me as well…

I've been bored. I guess that's why I looked up the e-mail again. Not the kind of bored you get when you have nothing 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 feel like doing anything. Nothing you have to do inspires you. It's the Sami old rat race as they say. Go to form, get home plate - eat, eternal sleep, eat, sleep, eat sleep - poove ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old netmail - incredibly boring project - I came across his."Feel Sexy Today"was the subject. Honestly I hadn't read the whole thing because it was sort of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the fourth dimension but today - the combination of desire for sexiness, and the Funk of boredom, it was the perfect idea. Today I wan na tactile property sexy.

reading material through the electronic mail I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially clothes shopping when someone else picks things out for me. Really I'm no soundly at deciding what I like to bear or what looks proficient on me, but I love it when someone knows how to set me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my wardrobe would be entire of tee shirt, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How tedious ! I'm drilling ! I need to get out of the sign of the zodiac ! I need to go shopping.

With his e-mail printed out, I left the theatre for the mall - my well-chosen seat. Growing up I spent so many fond minute with my parents in the plaza. moving picture, ledger, shopping and eating. All fond memories. It's a lilliputian uncanny going to the mall right now without anyone else. It's usually a mixer affair for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his command :

"Go to your favorite memory. I want you to essay out and try on these things. Only try on the things that are described. Don't add or take away. Find a changing room and get into the outfits as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the clothing suits your beautiful body. Take film 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 turnout, you must hold out it all the way home. This is your style appearance : …"

He proceeded to give me series after series of rig to try on. It looked like he thought of every detail - right down to the case of jewelry, brake shoe, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a decided lack of the same !

I knew I wouldn't observe all he wanted in one memory board so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely wait to get to the mall. I must give been speeding the unanimous way !

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At the mall, I parked far away from the incoming 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 base section store. I was on a mission.

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

The first one was gentle and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail dress. Strapless black bra, red bikini bottom pantie, and 4 inch pitch-dark hound. 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 Bond character at a Lope de Vega casino playing craps ( or at least that was the image I had in my head ). I put on the outfit and even a fiddling red lipstick that I had brought with me for the occasion. I looked in the mirror. He was right ! I looked hot. I closed my heart and imagined the bluster of the casino. The sly stranger next to me. My disastrous dress bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange round. From the black cocktail dress, I was to next try on a whitened baby armored combat vehicle - braless, and a light source pastel colored pair of pj bottoms - again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a pair of slippers, a script, and a pair of glasses ! I put the cocktail dress back on the"not for me"rack and went out looking for my following adventure. It was pretty easy, actually, all except the playscript. I had to hunt for a children's Word in a unlike role of the shop. multitude don't read in department computer storage I guess. Again I changed my apparel. The baby tank was mingy and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a little. I put on the meth and carpet slipper and held the book and did a short tailspin, checking myself out from all Angle.

The braless look was a little shocking because it wasn't hard to figure out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the plastered shirt looked on my tummy. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj bottoms to the red panties and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law pupil studying for an examination in the depository library at 2 am and I just don't give a shit what people think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, powerful woman completely enthralled in her work while sound men would get turned sideways looking at me - and afraid to talk to me fifty I bite their head off ! Ha ha ! I was having too much fun !

I changed back into my regular clothes and kept on with the next one … and then the side by side … and the next … I spent hr wandering the shopping center and trying on all variety of fun looney things.

One outfit made me feel like a sexy adventurer with tenacious stockings and boots, short little pillage trunks, a short sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright floral bra underneath. A with child knife was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ballock with a long backless red frock with white slippers and no underclothing. I kept wondering what prince would ingest the honor of unzipping that dress.

There were some weird I too : In one store I wore a little gold skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold irons and 5 gold bracelet around each arm. I also wore a yoke of mellow style sun glasses, a black whack, and tied my haircloth back in a twist. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost palpate the sun on my peel !

Then there was the Grecian inspiration : A loose go whiteness plunging neck haltere dress and sandals with a rope whack. Instead of wearing the dress like a halter, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the gob and over my head. This made the wearing apparel attend much more like a undivided whiten material tied over my shoulder, but also left half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the fair sex of ancient Ellas were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a mens stock and wear a men's sport jacket. Thats all ! Just the play cap. I imagined greeting my eminent powered banker husband in that when he came home to me at our telephone exchange common sight flat.

Through his words, he made requests and demand and I attempted to fulfill each one : Hats, earrings, watch, glasses, necklaces, dresses or not, shirts or not, bra or not, pants, skirts, shortstop, step-in … or not. heap and great deal of shoes and all variety of accessory ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pictures he suggested. Particularly of the getup that seemed most not like me - boldness, mighty, amazing ! 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 act upon my decision when it came clip to selecting an outfit to actually purchase. From the top John L. H. Down, it included a bandanna around my head - slightly sideways and pulling my hair up a short. A pair of trashy sun methamphetamine. Skull earrings, and a skull bracelet. A smutty lace choker with a fake jewel on the front. A zip up the face black summercater bra 2 sizes too small that left me popping out all over the place - cleavage, under, side … everywhere. A white cotton button down shirt - similar to before, tied, not buttoned. My diaphragm is mostly exposed. I got some cheap sword rings in the contour of wanderer, skulls, and, my favorite, an axe ! I have on a black denim skirt that looks like it it torn off at the second joint hem - and the kickers - black fishnet pantyhose and white war machine looking boots. I look like a sexy badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the hanker way around so everyone can take a look. Normally I would feel very shy with this kind of attention but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can feel my bosom bounce, my butt joint squirm, and the chill air on my paunch and I don't aid ! Because today, I'm a badass !

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

Sadly I don't own a Harley but as luck would stimulate it there were three of them parked in one space right next to my accord. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big tobacco pipe, chrome, state of nature colouring, dominance, foot lever, leather, they just screamed freedom and exponent. I can't helper myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and range it - forgetting that I'm wearing a short skirt and fishnets with no panties.

I put my hands on the hold bars, stuffy my heart and take a deep intimation of air. I don't think I've ever felt this Harijan before…


"Well, well…"

My middle snap open and I'm staring at the bluest heart on the hard looking eccentric I ever remember talking to me. He's standing right at the straits of his wheel, 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 dry land as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm able to find my Florida key and open my doorway he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger door. He's right on top of me, pressing his all-encompassing pectus into mine. His eyes look even deeper blue from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his in good order arm and finishes at his neck.

"So tell me baby, when was the last sentence you got to tease ?"His parole were slow and deep in his throat. Deliberate and disarming. I no longer felt like a badass.

Out of the box 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 call back … uh … I guess never…"I stuttered.

He leaned in closer. I was a little afraid, extremely shake, 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 eff and I wanted to know everything all at once. He pressed more of his body into mine - his hips and second joint. I nearly fainted. I could feel a large strong bulge in the front of his pants and his lips were column inch from mine before he spoke again.

"well, infant, how would you like to try my ride ?"Before I could answer he planted his mouth on mine. At first I didn't know what to do. I couldn't kiss him back. It had been 5 long class since I kissed any former man ! What would I do ?

His implements of war wrapped around me and I couldn't help myself. I let my mouth open a little and my face soften. I let him kiss me. I put my hands on his hip joint as he turned me to the face away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me rearward stride by footfall. I hadn't taken notice of the large flannel van that had pulled up behind us. The bikers friend had opened the sliding door and there was another man inside. The biker kissed me and hugged me so soused I couldn't have resisted the next affair that happened if I wanted to.

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

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Inside the van I looked around quickly. It was carpeted in cushy shtup and there were box posterior on buns side and the back. There were no window except for the forepart and rear windscreen. And virtually ominous of all, there were 2 sets of Shirley Temple strap with handcuff on them - one pair hanging from the roof, and one duet splayed out across the floor.

My first reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my plea, the three men in vertebral column are already grasping at my branch and working to bind them in the cuffed strap. I almost leave to struggle, but by the metre I go to locomote, both branch and one leg are already bound in the cuffs. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my blackguard with one articulatio talocruralis still free. My arms are out to the side and bent to 90 degrees. I kick my barren leg away at the last moment.

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

Before I can utter one of his friends grabs my fuzz, Yankee-Doodle my forefront back and plants his back talk tightly into mine. My unanimous body tenses at world-class and I try to struggle, but the book binding won't come loose. Within moments I feel workforce caressing my body gratingly - partially to restrain me from struggling and partially to turn me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two handwriting sliding up and down my stage and over the fishnets. I feel another on my belly and a quartern on my berm kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and grasps the side of my skirt and elevation it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panty !

I let out a short squeal and he plunges his tongue into my mouth to repress my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waist as the zip fastener to my dame is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large warm fingers imperativeness in between my pegleg and rub side to side over my already warm wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, infant, you wanted this ride … for sure !"He's right wing. My clit is on blast and I'm already starting to pant air. The finger between my legs movement into my welcoming pussy and curls under, massaging the front rampart. I can't assistance it. My body lurches and I yank myself away from the mouth kissing me to puff for air.

I can finger my inside thighs start to tense as the finger pumps in and out of me with mind blowing fury. I continue to gasp trivial breathing place but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy quivers and tightens with luscious orgasm. That was fast. I can experience my clit throbbing but the finger's breadth won't layover. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected kitty. The climax won't period. It builds and builds each time his palm smack at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my shoulders as my legs begin to quiver and I feel a bully release between my ramification then unbelievable wet passion streaming down the inside of my thighs. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my legs slides away and I begin to regain cognizance - little shock waves lurching through my dead body randomly.

I open my oculus and I see one of the biker's friends kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly hard hammer pulsation in front of me. It bounces a few inches in round with his mettle beat.

I feel a hand on my rachis and I'm pushed forward. Not painfully but it lowers me so that I am still kneeling but my upper dead body is horizontal. My butt is in the air.

"Lets see those tits."The operose man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely besotted sports bra that at this point is actually making it a fiddling hard for me to take a breather. At the last tooth of the zip, my breasts explode from the top and clap together with a lightly hearable smack before settling and hanging heavily toward the ground. He sticks his hired hand between them, bats them around a little and squeezes one before pinching my tit tightly. As he pulls on my tit and gives it a niggling gimmick, I feel another lurching impact between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his cock on my mouth, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open and suck the whole read/write head inside. I lick it like a ice lolly and around the head like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can experience a magnanimous paw on the back of my head and another down squeezing and playing with my breasts.

"Try out that soaking pussycat, man. I bet it tastes like confection wine !"I hear the biker growl and within moments I feel his friends tongue lapping between my soaking wet rim from under my legs.

I can feel my inside pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the irradiation in figurehead of me. I feel my white meat shake and bounce and I get a tough slap on my right butt buttock making me oink through my nose.

I can't help it. Within moment of that hot clapper on my blazing button I start cumming again. I squeeze my genu together and create clenched fist with my hired hand as shockwaves of climax fly through my trunk. I pause sucking for a instant to get my hint and then return to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's ready !"I hear the rockers vocalism again. This time from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the member in front of me when I feel a familiar voiced pressing at my begging, soaking lips.

I can feel the shaft head slide in and although it is thick, I can sense his gruelling rotating shaft swoop all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can feel hands on my hips and with long slack cam stroke he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing deep again.

I keep sucking harder and longer as I can feel myself clenching around the tool inside me. warm unattackable handwriting tease and squelch my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in battlefront of me changes his speed. I can hear him groaning. He's getting close. The man behind me is grinding now - staying deep inside me and just thrusting his coxa in rhythm with mine. The feeling of richness is divine.

I can barely think when I hear a groan in front man of me and the dick in my oral cavity thrusts a little encourage than I expected. I can palpate the pulse then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing Forth in my oral fissure. I suck harder and puzzle out a short under the tip to get More out. I can palpate his body 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 up hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his pace. Extremely fast and hard he pounds into me now and within sec I wail out, cumming around his thick comprehensiveness. The orgasm crushed leather my stage and I can barely finger anything below my hip bones. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my position becomes painful my shoulders are lifted enough to get me kneeling upright again and I blink open 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 enceinte, strong boner reach his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist band of his Boxer out and over his hard member and it stands there at attention like a royal guard before me. It's hot and blockheaded and red with a firm curvy vein down the back and obvious ridges up the side. The head is nearly 4 column inch around and he must be 8 or 9 column inch long. I've never been this close to one this size before ! I sit there just staring at it for a moment.

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

Then he slides his legs between mine and I understand. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his strong right fist and stance himself and my now quivering and delicate entrance. He shifts his hips up slightly and his cock head parts my twat lips yet again.

I let myself dip down from kneeling upright. I can feel every mm of his hardness stretching inside me as I slowly withdraw him in. Shockwaves sent to my bosom make them find like they are going to explode and right on que, he sits up a little and sucks them into his mouth one by one.

I let his unbelievable stopcock slide in and out of me and I dance slowly from my genu. My head falls back and my center close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my hips forward and back. The action has him drilling over spots inside me I've never felt before. My pussy clench. I begin to cum. He wraps his blazon around me and pulls me down on top of him. He starts driving his hips into mine and his amazing gumshoe, strength, and mightiness keep me cumming in waves and waves.

As the wafture of sexual climax start to die down, I feel a lubed finger rub around my anus and then inside. My twat squeezes again and the waves increase instead of subside and I begin to groan and heave with every poke into my luscious depth.

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

They both start to move. The fullness is overwhelming ! My unharmed insides pucker in a vain effort to feel less but I just finger it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awake but my completely body is giving way. I grip the straps holding my wrist bindings tight and cry out with each thrust - over and over from the figurehead and the back.

I hear groans and without much warning the man in my butt pulls out and grunt. I feel fond sputtering up and down my back and over my stern cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to feel stiff manus range at my pelvic girdle and extract me as far down on this amazing difficult turncock as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel disturbance of orgasm deep in my gut, my bosom and button are on flack. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

shtup YESSSS ! ! !

And I can feel the rhythmic pumping and pulse of cum being exploded into my desperate pussy. Moments later I collapse on top of his chest of drawers and pass out.

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When I awake I am in my Accord. I'm half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my fixture nervous thinking :

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 screw … That was AMAZING ! ! ! !