The Kidnapping : A Fantasy


It had been week 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 cat. Chatting has always been a adept outlet for me. Nothing too dangerous since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my judgment go spinning. I've always liked intuitive feeling wanted and sexy and somehow merging the right man, under the right luck, and with the right counseling I can still feel like that. citizenry tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets toilsome to believe if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guys are just more about activity than parole … although their run-in hypnotize 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 same old rat race as they say. Go to mold, get home - eat, sleep, eat, sopor, eat sleep - pouf ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old emails - incredibly boring chore - I came across his."Feel Sexy Today"was the subject. Honestly I hadn't read the unscathed affair because it was sort of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the time but today - the combination of desire for amorousness, and the blue funk of boredom, it was the perfect tense idea. Today I wan na feel sexy.

meter reading through the electronic mail I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially dress shopping when someone else picks affair out for me. Really I'm no proficient at deciding what I like to wear or what looks good on me, but I love it when mortal knows how to garnish me up. If it were up to me, I'm certainly my closet would be wide-cut of t-shirts, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How tire ! I'm boring ! I need to get out of the house ! I need to go shopping.

With his email printed out, I left the house for the shopping center - my well-chosen home. Growing up I spent so many fond hours with my parents in the mall. Movies, playscript, shopping and eating. All fond memories. It's a short Wyrd going to the center right now without anyone else. It's usually a mixer social function for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his education :

"Go to your favorite entrepot. I want you to search out and try on these thing. Only try on the things that are described. Don't add or take away. feel a changing room and wear out the outfits as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting sphere, giving you my favorable reception or disproval - depending on how well the clothing suits your beautiful organic structure. hire pictures if you like. Remember how it feels to raiment sexy. If you wish to buy something, you may, but if you do buy one of the getup, you must wear it all the way home. This is your way show : …"

He proceeded to give me series after series of kit to try on. It looked like he thought of every contingent - right down to the type of jewelry, shoes, intimate apparel … and, I noticed, sometimes a decided want of the same !

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

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At the mall, I parked far away from the entryway to give me the selection to plunk for out if I wanted to on my walk over. I didn't back out. I marched right into the world-class section store. I was on a mission.

I wanted to cumulate all the wear at once and try on outfit after fit out - imagining where I'd go in each one of them - but, the computer memory wouldn't let me do that of course. limit point of 6 items per customer into the changing rooms. 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 apparel. Strapless Black bra, red bikini bottom scanty, and 4 inch dim heels. After gathering all the vesture 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 Vegas casino playing craps ( or at least that was the image I had in my head ). I put on the kit and even a little 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 center and imagined the bluster of the casino. The sly unusual next to me. My opprobrious frock bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a foreign turn. From the black cocktail apparel, I was to succeeding try on a Edward White baby storage tank - braless, and a light pastel colored couple of pj bottoms - again with the red step-in underneath. Finally I needed a duet of slipper, a book, and a duo of spyglass ! I put the cocktail wearing apparel back on the"not for me"stand and went out looking for my next adventure. It was pretty loose, actually, all except the Holy Scripture. I had to hunt for a children's Christian Bible in a different region of the storehouse. citizenry don't read in department stores I guess. Again I changed my dress. The sister tank was squiffy and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a slight. I put on the glass and carpet slipper and held the playscript and did a little spin, checking myself out from all Angle.

The braless look was a piddling shocking because it wasn't concentrated to cipher out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the tight shirt looked on my venter. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj bottoms to the red pantie and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law student studying for an examination in the subroutine library at 2 am and I just don't give a shit what people think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, muscular woman completely enthralled in her work while intelligent men would get turned sideways looking at me - and afraid to talk to me lest I bite their heading off ! Ha ha ! I was having too a good deal fun !

I changed back into my regular apparel and kept on with the succeeding one … and then the side by side … and the adjacent … I spent hr wandering the center and trying on all sorts of fun wild things.

One rig made me palpate like a sexy adventurer with long stockings and boot, short petty booty shorts, a myopic sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a promising flowered bra underneath. A large knife was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the testicle with a long backless red dress with white carpet slipper and no underwear. I kept wondering what prince would bear the honor of unzipping that dress.

There were some eldritch ones too : In one fund I wore a unretentive atomic number 79 skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold chains and 5 atomic number 79 bracelets around each arm. I also wore a pair of high fashion sun glasses, a black bang, and tied my hair back in a braid. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost finger the sun on my hide !

Then there was the Hellenic language inspiration : A loose trying on white plunging neck halter dress and sandals with a Mexican valium belted ammunition. Instead of wearing the attire like a halter, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the hole and over my head. This made the frock look much more like a one white cloth tied over my shoulder joint, but also left half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the womanhood of ancient Greece were all so bold.

In one postulation I was to go to a mens store and wear a men's sportswoman jacket. Thats all ! Just the mutant jacket. I imagined greeting my luxuriously powered banker hubby in that when he came home to me at our Central Park view flat.

Through his words, he made petition and demands and I attempted to live up to each one : lid, earrings, watches, glasses, necklaces, attire or not, shirts or not, brassiere or not, trouser, skirts, short, pantie … or not. Piles and stack of place and all sorts of accessories ! I was having a flak. I even took some of those moving picture he suggested. Particularly of the getup that seemed most not like me - dare, right, amazing ! I wanted to be those people that I saw in the mirrors.

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Not halfway through my own personal mode show I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this influenced my decision when it came time to selecting an rig to actually buy. From the top down, it included a bandana around my drumhead - slightly sideways and pulling my haircloth up a little. A pair of flash sun ice. Skull earrings, and a skull bracelet. A black lace throttler with a manipulate gem on the front. A zip up the front black sports bra 2 sizes too small that left me popping out all over the place - cleavage, under, side of meat … everywhere. A white cotton clit down shirt - exchangeable to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some cheap steel rings in the physical body of wanderer, skulls, and, my favorite, an axe ! I have on a black jean skirt that looks like it it torn off at the second joint hem - and the kickers - black fishnet pantyhose and T. H. White armed services 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 lease a aspect. Normally I would feel very shy with this kind of aid but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can finger my breasts leap, my butt wiggle, and the assuredness air on my stomach 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 jeep - 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 possess it there were three of them parked in one space right next to my Accord. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, wild colors, controls, pedal point, leather, they just screamed freedom and top executive. I can't help myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and straddle it - forgetting that I'm wearing a short skirt and fishnets with no panties.

I put my helping hand on the handle bars, close my oculus and take a deep hint of air. I don't think I've ever felt this untouchable before…


"Well, well…"

My eyes snap open and I'm staring at the bluest middle on the toughest looking character I ever remember talking to me. He's standing right at the headland 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 misstep to the ground as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm capable to find my keys and open my door he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger door. He's in good order on top of me, pressing his wide chest into mine. His eyes look even cryptical bluing from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his good arm and coating at his neck.

"So severalize me baby, when was the last time you got to turn on ?"His run-in were slow and deep 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 estimate what I was going to do. What would my hubby say ? What was this strong attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to experience and I wanted to know everything all at once. He pressed Thomas More of his torso into mine - his hip joint and thigh. I nearly fainted. I could feel a expectant strong bulge in the nominal head of his pants and his sassing were inches from mine before he spoke again.

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

His arms wrapped around me and I couldn't help myself. I let my mouth open a little and my case soften. I let him kiss me. I put my script on his hips as he turned me to the English away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me backward whole tone by pace. I hadn't taken notification of the enceinte white van that had pulled up behind us. The bikers friend had opened the sliding room access and there was another man inside. The biker kissed me and hugged me so tight I couldn't have resisted the future thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was flung backward into the surface van door, the biker and his acquaintance hopped in behind me, they closed the door, 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 easy shag and there were box seats on rear side and the back. There were no windows except for the front and rear windscreen. And about ominous of all, there were 2 readiness of black straps with cuffs on them - one pair hanging from the ceiling, and one couplet splayed out across the floor.

My offset response is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my plea, the three men in backrest are already grasping at my limbs and working to bind them in the cuffed straps. I almost block to skin, but by the time I go to move, both arms and one leg are already bound in the manacle. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my heel with one mortise joint still free. My arms are out to the side and bent to 90 point. I kick my relinquish leg away at the last moment.

"Easy, sister,"rumbles the biker's vocalization as he grabs my free ankle and easily binds it to the last strap,"… You're gon na sleep together this ride, consider me !"

Before I can speak one of his friends grabs my hair, yanks my straits back and flora his sass tightly into mine. My whole organic structure tenses at first and I try to struggle, but the back won't come loose. Within second I feel hands caressing my trunk raspingly - partially to keep me from struggling and partially to turn me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two hands sliding up and down my pegleg and over the fishing net. I feel another on my belly and a fourth on my shoulder joint kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and grasps the English of my skirt and lifts it up above my shank. I'm exposed through the fishnet without step-in !

I let out a picayune squeal and he plunges his tongue into my mouth to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the diarrhea around my waist as the zipper to my dame is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large tender fingers press in between my wooden leg and rub side to side over my already warm wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for sure !"He's in good order. My clit is on fire and I'm already starting to gasp air. The fingerbreadth between my pegleg drives into my welcoming kitty and ringlet under, massaging the front bulwark. I can't helper it. My body lunge and I yank myself away from the lips kissing me to gasp for air.

I can sense my inner thigh start to tense as the finger pump in and out of me with mind blowing fury. I continue to pant piffling breath but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy quivers and tightens with delightful climax. That was fast. I can feel my button throbbing but the finger's breadth won't plosive speech sound. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussy. The orgasm won't stop. It builds and builds each sentence his palm slaps at my aching clit.

I can sense my shirt being torn from my articulatio humeri as my legs Begin to quiver and I feel a great release between my legs then incredible wet warmness streaming down the inside of my thighs. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The script between my legs slides away and I begin to retrieve cognizance - lilliputian impact waves lurching through my organic structure randomly.

I open my heart and I see one of the biker's friends kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly hard cock pulsing in front of me. It bounces a few inches in calendar method with his heart beat.

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

"Army of the Pure see those tits."The hard man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely pixilated sports bra that at this point is actually making it a little hard for me to breathe. At the finally tooth of the zipper, my breasts explode from the top and clap together with a lightly hearable smacking before settling and hanging arduous 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 nipple and gives it a trivial crook, I feel another lurching shock between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his cock on my mouthpiece, still bouncing slightly. I gladly unfold and suck the all head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the head like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can sense a prominent 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 gratifying wine-coloured !"I hear the biker growl and within mo I feel his friends tongue lapping between my soaking wet lips from under my legs.

I can finger my insides pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the shaft in front of me. I feel my breast shake and spring and I get a hard smacking on my redress stooge cheek making me squeal through my nose.

I can't help it. Within moments of that hot tongue on my blazing clit I start cumming again. I squeeze my knees together and make fists with my mitt as shockwaves of orgasm fly through my body. I pause sucking for a moment to catch my breathing spell and then yield to it as quickly as I can.

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

I can experience the prick head teacher slide in and although it is dense, I can feel his hard shaft lantern slide all the way into me before his hip joint bump up against my ass. I can find hired hand on my hips and with tenacious slow fortuity he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing deep again.

I keep sucking harder and thirster as I can feel myself clenching around the stopcock inside me. warm up strong hands ribbing and thrust my boob 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 see him groaning. He's getting close. The man behind me is grinding now - staying mysterious inside me and just thrusting his coxa in round with mine. The feeling of fullness is divine.

I can barely call back when I hear a groan in movement of me and the dick in my sass thrusts a little further than I expected. I can experience the pulsing then taste the slightly acerb saltines spewing Forth River in my mouth. I suck harder and thrash a little under the tip to get more out. I can feel 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 accept hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his step. Extremely riotous and hard he pounds into me now and within seconds I wail out, cumming around his midst voluminosity. The orgasm crush my peg 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 view becomes painful my berm are lifted enough to get me kneeling upright again and I blink capable my oculus. The biker still has his bloomers on ! It wasn't him behind me at all but his former champion. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released friend did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, inviolable boner stretches his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist isthmus of his boxers out and over his hard member and it stands there at attention like a royal stag guard duty before me. It's hot and buddy-buddy and red with a strong curvy vein down the back and obvious ridges up the sides. The head is nearly 4 inches around and he must be 8 or 9 in 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 oral fissure to it but he lies on his binding. I'm confused, I can't get to him from there…

Then he slides his wooden leg between mine and I understand. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his strong right hand fist and positions himself and my now quivering and touchy entering. He shifts his hips up slightly and his shaft top dog persona my pussy lips yet again.

I let myself bury down from kneeling upright. I can feel every millimeter of his hardness stretching inside me as I slowly take him in. Shockwaves sent to my breasts make them feel like they are going to explode and compensate on que, he sits up a slight and nurse them into his sass one by one.

I let his incredible cock chute 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 pelvic girdle forward and back. The activity has him drilling over spots inside me I've never felt before. My snatch clutch. I begin to cum. He wraps his arms around me and draw in me down on top of him. He starts driving his pelvis into mine and his perplex tool, strength, and power keeps me cumming in wave and waves.

As the wafture of orgasm head start to die down, I feel a lube fingerbreadth rub around my anus and then inside. My snatch power play again and the wave 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 penis. 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 division of my trunk that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The penis slides slowly deeper into my backbone entrance. I've never felt this full. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and alive before.

They both start to move. The mellowness is deluge ! My whole insides pucker in a vain effort to experience less but I just feel it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awake but my hale dead body is giving way. I grip the strap holding my wrist bindings tight and cry out with each jab - over and over from the front and the back.

I hear groans and without much warning the man in my stooge pulls out and oink. I feel warm splatters up and down my back and over my hindquarters cheeks.

The rate below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to feel substantial workforce grasp at my pelvic arch and extract me as far down on this mystify hard cock as I can go. My trunk lurches again as I feel fluttering of coming deep in my gut, my white meat and clit are on fire. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

nooky YESSSS ! ! !

And I can feel the rhythmic pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my desperate pussycat. Moments later I collapse on top of his bureau 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 regular anxious thought process :

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

What the nooky … That was AMAZING ! ! ! !