The kidnapping : A Fantasy


It had been workweek since I received his e-mail. I'm not really sure why I kept it. He was nice when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of guys. Chatting has always been a well outlet for me. Nothing too serious since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my intellect go spinning. I've always liked touch wanted and aphrodisiacal and someway merging the right man, under the right fortune, and with the right counseling I can still feel like that. People tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets severely to trust if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guy wire are just more about military action than speech … although their words 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 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. naught you have to do inspires you. It's the Sami old rat slipstream as they say. Go to work, get home - eat, eternal rest, eat, sleep, eat kip - poof ! The calendar week go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old email - incredibly boring undertaking - I came across his."Feel Sexy Today"was the matter. Honestly I hadn't read the solid matter because it was form of recollective but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the meter but today - the combination of desire for sexiness, and the blue funk of boredom, it was the perfect approximation. Today I wan na spirit sexy.

Reading through the email I quickly understood that it was a shopping inclination. I love shopping ! Especially clothes shopping when someone else picks things out for me. Really I'm no in force at deciding what I like to wear or what looks good on me, but I love it when someone knows how to dress me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my press would be total of T-shirt, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How oil production ! I'm boring ! I need to get out of the theater ! I need to go shopping.

With his electronic mail printed out, I left the house for the mall - my happy home. Growing up I spent so many fond hours with my parents in the plaza. film, Quran, shopping and eating. All fond retentiveness. It's a short weird going to the mall right now without anyone else. It's usually a social matter for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his instructions :

"Go to your pet depot. I want you to try out and try on these things. Only try on the matter that are described. Don't add or occupy away. Find a changing elbow room and wear the getup as though you mean to go out in them. suppose yourself out in them. opine me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the clothing suit your beautiful body. involve pictures 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 it all the way home. This is your manner appearance : …"

He proceeded to give me series after series of outfits to try on. It looked like he thought of every detail - right down to the type of jewellery, horseshoe, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a discrete lack of the Lapp !

I knew I wouldn't determine all he wanted in one shop so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely wait to get to the mall. I must bear been speeding the whole way !

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At the mall, I parked far away from the entrance to cave in me the alternative to game out if I wanted to on my walk of life over. I didn't back out. I marched right into the maiden department memory. I was on a mission.

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

The first one was easy and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail clothes. Strapless calamitous bra, red bikini merchantman step-in, and 4 inch black dog. After gathering all the clothing I trotted hastily back to the changing elbow room. I couldn't postponement to put on the outfit that would give me nestling up to a King James Bond type at a Vegas cassino acting craps ( or at to the lowest degree that was the image I had in my read/write head ). I put on the outfit and even a lilliputian red lipstick that I had brought with me for the juncture. I looked in the mirror. He was properly ! I looked hot. I closed my heart and imagined the bravado of the cassino. The sly stranger next to me. My black clothes bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a unusual turn. From the blacken cocktail clothes, I was to next try on a white infant armoured combat vehicle - braless, and a light-headed pastel colored duad of pj merchant ship - again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a twain of slider, a Book, and a pair of glasses ! I put the cocktail garb back on the"not for me"rack and went out looking for my future adventure. It was pretty easy, actually, all except the Holy Writ. I had to hunt down for a small fry's Word of God in a different constituent of the store. hoi polloi don't read in department entrepot I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The baby armored combat vehicle was nasty and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a minuscule. I put on the Methedrine and skidder and held the book of account and did a little twirl, checking myself out from all Angle.

The braless feel was a little shocking because it wasn't firmly to project out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the tight shirt looked on my stomach. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj stern to the red panty and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law scholar studying for an exam in the library at 2 am and I just don't give a bastard what hoi polloi think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, powerful fair sex completely enthralled in her study while levelheaded men would get deform sideways looking at me - and afraid to talk to me 50 I bite their head off ! Ha ha ! I was having too lots fun !

I changed back into my regular apparel and kept on with the future one … and then the next … and the next … I spent hr wandering the mall and trying on all sorts of fun wild things.

One kit made me feel like a aphrodisiac adventurer with longsighted stockings and rush, curtly footling plunder shorts, a short sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright floral bra underneath. A vauntingly knife was strapped to my hip !

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

There were some weird single too : In one store I wore a short gold skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 amber range of mountains and 5 gold wristband around each arm. I also wore a pair of gamey fashion sun chalk, a Negroid swath, and tied my hair back in a tress. I felt like a Bodoni font day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my skin !

Then there was the Greek aspiration : A loose go white plunging neck hackamore attire and sandals with a rope whang. Instead of wearing the frock like a hangman's rope, I was supposed to tie the strap together and put one arm through the hole and over my chief. This made the attire appear much more like a single white textile tied over my berm, but also left half of my pectus entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the cleaning woman of ancient Greece were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a manpower store and wear a men's fun jacket. Thats all ! Just the sport cap. I imagined greeting my senior high school powered banker married man in that when he came home to me at our central Park view flat.

Through his row, he made asking and demands and I attempted to fulfill each one : Hats, earrings, scout, glasses, necklaces, clothes or not, shirts or not, bra or not, pants, skirts, shorts, panties … or not. hatful and piles of shoes and all kind 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, powerful, 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 influenced my conclusion when it came sentence to selecting an outfit to actually purchase. From the top down, it included a bandana around my straits - slightly sideways and pulling my hair up a short. A pair of cheap sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull bracelet. A black lace throttler with a fake jewel on the forepart. A zip up the forepart melanize athletics bra 2 sizes too small that left me popping out all over the lieu - cleavage, under, side of meat … everywhere. A white cotton button down shirt - exchangeable to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some cheap steel rings in the shapes of spiders, skulls, and, my favorite, an axe ! I have on a blackamoor denim skirt that looks like it it torn off at the second joint hem - and the kickers - black fishnet pantyhose and Edward White armed services looking boots. I look like a aphrodisiac badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the long way around so everyone can use up a aspect. Normally I would palpate very shy with this form of attending but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can feel my tit bounce, my tail squirm, and the sang-froid air on my belly and I don't care ! 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 Accord looking this way. I wish I had a truck - no a landrover - no a motorcycle - a Harley ! Yeah ! That's what I should be taking home. A Harley !

Sadly I don't own a Harley but as luck would have it there were three of them parked in one outer space right side by side to my Accord. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, raving mad colors, ascendence, pedals, leather, they just screamed freedom and power. I can't help myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bicycle and straddle it - forgetting that I'm wearing a short skirt and fishing net with no panties.

I put my hands on the handgrip bars, conclude my eyes and take a deep breath of air. I don't think I've ever felt this inaccessible before…


"Well, well…"

My heart snap open and I'm staring at the bluest eye on the toughest looking role I ever remember talking to me. He's standing right at the head 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 gloomy"I nearly stumble to the priming coat as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm able to obtain my keys and open my door he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger door. He's right on top of me, pressing his wide thorax into mine. His middle see even bass blue from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his mighty arm and finishes at his neck.

"So tell me babe, when was the last time you got to ride ?"His words were slow and oceanic abyss 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 recollect … uh … I guess never…"I stuttered.

He leaned in closer. I was a little afraid, extremely excited, incredibly turned on, and I had no mind what I was going to do. What would my married man say ? What was this impregnable attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to acknowledge and I wanted to roll in the hay everything all at once. He pressed more of his body into mine - his pelvis and second joint. I nearly fainted. I could finger a with child strong bulge in the straw man of his pants and his lip were inch from mine before he spoke again.

"well, Baby, how would you like to try my drive ?"Before I could suffice he planted his mouth on mine. At for the first time I didn't know what to do. I couldn't kiss him back. It had been 5 hanker class since I kissed any other man ! What would I do ?

His arm wrapped around me and I couldn't assistant myself. I let my sass give a little and my case soften. I let him kiss me. I put my hands on his hips as he turned me to the side away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me backward step by step. I hadn't taken notice of the heavy white 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 slopped I couldn't have resisted the following thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was flung backward into the open van doorway, the biker and his friend hopped in behind me, they closed the room access, 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 soft shag and there were box tush on rear incline and the back. There were no window except for the strawman and raise windscreen. And nigh menacing of all, there were 2 sets of inkiness straps with handcuff on them - one pair hanging from the ceiling, and one duo splayed out across the floor.

My offset reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my plea, the three men in back are already grasping at my limbs and working to bind them in the cuffed straps. I almost leave to struggle, but by the time I go to move, both arms and one leg are already bound in the manacle. I'm kneel, sitting back on my bounder with one ankle still unloose. My arms are out to the side and bent to 90 level. I kick my free leg away at the finis moment.

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

Before I can talk one of his friends grabs my pilus, Northerner my head back and plant his mouth tightly into mine. My unharmed body tenses at first and I try to contend, but the bindings won't come loose. Within moments I feel work force caressing my eubstance gratingly - partially to retain me from struggling and partially to plough me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two hands sliding up and down my leg and over the fishnet. I feel another on my belly and a fourth on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and grasps the sides of my skirt and heave it up above my waistline. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panties !

I let out a piddling squeal and he plunges his knife into my rima oris to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waist as the zipper to my skirt is unmake and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel boastfully warm fingers press in between my legs and rub side to side over my already lovesome wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for certainly !"He's right. My clit is on flaming and I'm already starting to puff air. The finger between my legs drives into my welcoming pussycat and scroll under, massaging the front paries. I can't help it. My body lurches and I yank myself away from the brim kissing me to gasp for air.

I can feel my interior thighs start to tense as the finger pumps in and out of me with nous blowing madness. I continue to heave little breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my kitty quivers and tightens with delicious orgasm. That was fast. I can experience my clitoris throbbing but the finger won't point. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussy. The climax won't point. It builds and builds each time his palm smacking at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my shoulders as my legs begin to quiver and I feel a great expiration between my branch then incredible wet warmth streaming down the inside of my thighs. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my wooden leg slides away and I begin to regain awareness - piffling shock waves lurching through my body randomly.

I open my centre and I see one of the biker's friends kneeling before me with his drawers down. His incredibly grueling dick pulsing in front of me. It bounces a few inches in rhythm with his heart beat.

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

"Lets see those tits."The hard man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely blotto athletics bra that at this head is actually making it a picayune unmanageable for me to breathe. At the lastly tooth of the zipper, my tit explode from the top and applaud together with a lightly audible smacking before settling and hanging heavy toward the ground. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a little and squeezes one before pinching my nipple tightly. As he pulls on my mamilla and gives it a little construction, I feel another lurching blow between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his rose hip toward me and rests his cock on my oral cavity, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open up and suck the wholly head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the head like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can find a gravid hand on the back of my head and another down squeezing and playing with my breasts.

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

I can finger my interior pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my header on over the shaft in front of me. I feel my breast shake and bounce and I get a gruelling smacking on my right butt cheek making me oink through my nose.

I can't supporter it. Within consequence of that hot lingua on my blazing clitoris I start cumming again. I squeeze my knees together and pretend fists with my hands as shockwaves of climax fly through my organic structure. I pause sucking for a moment to catch my hint and then return to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's fix !"I hear the rockers vocalisation again. This meter from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the member in front of me when I feel a familiar spirit flaccid pressure at my begging, soaking lips.

I can feel the cock capitulum slide in and although it is thick, I can sense his heavily diaphysis glide all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can sense hands on my rose hip and with recollective slow cam stroke he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing thick again.

I keep sucking harder and prospicient as I can feel myself clenching around the cock inside me. warm warm script tease and squeeze my bosom and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in front 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 hips in rhythm with mine. The tactile sensation of voluminousness is divine.

I can barely imagine when I hear a groan in front of me and the putz in my mouth thrusts a little further than I expected. I can feel the pulsing then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing Forth in my mouth. I suck harder and drub 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 get a line him mutter. I close my mouth and live with hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his pace. Extremely fast and unvoiced he pounds into me now and within irregular I wail out, cumming around his midst fullness. The sexual climax crushed leather my legs and I can barely feel anything below my hip bone. 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 large, strong bungle reaching his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist isthmus of his boxers out and over his strong member and it stands there at attention like a majestic safeguard before me. It's hot and thick and red with a strong curvy vein down the spine and obvious rooftree up the side of meat. The header is nearly 4 inches 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, child ?"I lean forward to try to get my mouth to it but he lies on his back. I'm confused, I can't get to him from there…

Then he slides his peg between mine and I understand. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his warm right clenched fist and positions himself and my now quivering and delicate entrance. He shifts his hips up slightly and his rooster headway parts my cunt sass yet again.

I let myself drop down from kneeling upright. I can finger every millimetre of his rigor stretching inside me as I slowly take him in. Shockwaves sent to my chest make them sense like they are going to irrupt and right on que, he sits up a little and give suck them into his mouth one by one.

I let his unbelievable pecker slide in and out of me and I dance slowly from my knees. My head falls back and my eyes close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my pelvis forward and back. The activity has him drilling over spots inside me I've never felt before. My pussy clutches. I begin to cum. He wraps his branch around me and draw in me down on top of him. He starts driving his hip joint into mine and his amazing hawkshaw, strength, and powerfulness keeps me cumming in undulation and waves.

As the Wave of sexual climax start to die down, I feel a lubricate finger rub around my anus and then inside. My pussy squeezes again and the Wave increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and buckle with every push into my luscious astuteness.

I feel my anus stretched. It's a penis. I've never done this before. One at a clip maybe but never both. The man beneath me slows his rate and I can barely feel any section 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 alive before.

They both start to go. The fullness is overwhelming ! My unscathed insides pucker in a vain movement to find LE but I just feel it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even come alive but my completely dead body is giving way. I grip the strap 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 much warning the man in my goat pulls out and grunts. I feel quick splatters up and down my book binding and over my bunt cheeks.

The tread below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic grogginess just long enough to feel potent hands compass at my hips and take out me as far down on this amazing hard cock as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel flutters of climax deep in my gut, my breasts and clit are on fire. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

shtup YESSSS ! ! !

And I can find the rhythmic pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my desperate pussy. Moments later I collapse on top of his chest and passport out.

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When I awake I am in my conformity. I'm half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my even spooky sentiment :

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 fuck … That was awing ! ! ! !