The Kidnapping : A Fantasy


It had been weeks since I received his electronic mail. I'm not really sure why I kept it. He was prissy when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of guy. Chatting has always been a good sales outlet for me. Nothing too severe since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my intellect go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and aphrodisiac and somehow get together the rightfield man, under the proper circumstances, and with the right guidance I can still sense like that. People tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets hard to conceive if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guys are just more about military action than countersign … 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 zippo 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 flavor like doing anything. goose egg you have to do inspires you. It's the Saame old rat slipstream as they say. Go to go, get home - eat, sleep, eat, eternal rest, eat sleep - nance ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old netmail - incredibly boring task - I came across his."Feel Sexy Today"was the content. Honestly I hadn't read the whole affair because it was kind of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the time but today - the combination of desire for sexiness, and the blue funk of boredom, it was the consummate theme. Today I wan na feel sexy.

Reading through the electronic mail I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially clothes shopping when someone else picks affair out for me. Really I'm no practiced at deciding what I like to put on or what looks sound on me, but I love it when someone knows how to arrange me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my wardrobe would be total 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 e-mail printed out, I left the house for the shopping center - my happy place. Growing up I spent so many fond hours with my parents in the mall. film, Book, shopping and eating. All fond memory. It's a little weird going to the mall right now without anyone else. It's usually a societal matter for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his program line :

"Go to your favorite store. 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. Find a changing room and fag out the kit as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting arena, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the clothing cause your beautiful physical structure. learn delineation if you like. Remember how it feels to arrange sexy. If you wish to buy something, you may, but if you do buy one of the turnout, you must wear it all the way home. This is your fashion show : …"

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 jewelry, shoes, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a distinct want of the Sami !

I knew I wouldn't get all he wanted in one computer storage so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely wait to get to the shopping mall. I must have been speeding the unharmed way !

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At the mall, I parked far away from the entrance to hold me the option to endorse 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 habiliment at once and try on kit after fit - imagining where I'd go in each one of them - but, the depot wouldn't let me do that of class. Limit 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 well-heeled and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail apparel. Strapless disgraceful bra, red bikini bottom panties, and 4 inch black heels. After gathering all the clothing I trotted hastily back to the changing room. I couldn't wait to put on the outfit that would take me nestling up to a James shackle type at a Vegas casino acting craps ( or at least that was the epitome I had in my psyche ). I put on the outfit and even a minuscule red lip rouge that I had brought with me for the occasion. I looked in the mirror. He was right ! I looked hot. I closed my centre and imagined the bravado of the cassino. The sly strange next to me. My Black person dress bringing him good lot. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange bout. From the black cocktail dress, I was to next try on a white baby tank - braless, and a light pastel colored span of pj bottomland - again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a pair of carpet slipper, a book, and a pair of glasses ! I put the cocktail apparel back on the"not for me"stand and went out looking for my next adventure. It was pretty gentle, actually, all except the book. I had to hound for a nestling's book in a different part of the fund. masses don't read in section stores I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The sister tank was tight and the pj keister ballooned out on me a little. I put on the field glass and slider and held the book and did a slight spin, checking myself out from all Angle.

The braless look was a small shocking because it wasn't hard to figure out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the fast shirt looked on my stomach. I noticed from the dorsum that you could see right through the pj bottoms to the red panties and it hit me ! I'm a aphrodisiac law student studying for an exam in the program 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 level-headed men would get turned sideways looking at me - and afraid to let the cat out of the bag to me 50 I bite their head off ! Ha ha ! I was having too much fun !

I changed back into my regular wearing apparel and kept on with the next one … and then the adjacent … and the adjacent … I spent minute wandering the mall and trying on all sort of fun brainsick things.

One outfit made me feel like a aphrodisiac adventurer with long stockings and rush, short small booty boxershorts, a unretentive sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright floral bra underneath. A large tongue was strapped to my hip !

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

There were some Wyrd one too : In one store I wore a inadequate gold dame and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold chains and 5 gold bangle around each arm. I also wore a yoke of eminent fashion sun glasses, a black belt, and tied my hair back in a gold 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 relax trying on white plunging neck hemp dress and sandals with a Mexican valium belt. Instead of wearing the dress like a haltere, I was supposed to tie the strap together and put one arm through the golf hole and over my headland. This made the dress look much more like a unmarried Andrew D. White cloth tied over my shoulder joint, but also left half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt brawny and I wondered if the woman of ancient Greece were all so bold.

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

Through his speech, he made requests and demands and I attempted to execute each one : Hats, earrings, watches, glasses, necklaces, garb or not, shirts or not, bras or not, gasp, chick, shorts, scanty … or not. Piles and piles of shoes and all form of accessories ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pictures he suggested. Particularly of the outfit that seemed most not like me - hardiness, muscular, amazing ! I wanted to be those people that I saw in the mirrors.

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Not halfway through my own personal manner show I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this mold my determination when it came metre to selecting an rig to actually purchase. From the top down, it included a bandana around my head - slightly sideways and pulling my pilus up a niggling. A duad of cheap sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull wristband. A total darkness lace dog collar with a fake gem on the front. A zip up the front black athletics bra 2 sizes too small that left me popping out all over the space - cleavage, under, English … everywhere. A Edward D. White cotton button down shirt - similar to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some brassy brand rings in the anatomy of spiders, skulls, and, my favourite, an axe ! I have on a black denim wench that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - grim fishing net pantyhose and white military looking boots. I look like a aphrodisiacal badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the promenade. I take the long way around so everyone can pack 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 chest bounce, my butt wiggle, and the aplomb air on my venter and I don't care ! Because today, I'm a badass !

As I strut back to my car, I feel a footling ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda accord looking this way. I wish I had a hand truck - no a landrover - no a motorcycle - a Harley ! Yeah ! That's what I should be taking menage. A Harley !

Sadly I don't own a Harley but as luck would induce it there were three of them parked in one space right adjacent to my accord. I spent a few moment drooling over them. Big tobacco pipe, chrome, wild coloring material, controls, foot pedal, leather, they just screamed exemption and index. I can't help myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and straddle it - forgetting that I'm wearing a short bird and fishnets with no panties.

I put my custody on the handle parallel bars, snug my oculus and engage a deep breath 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 naughty eyes on the toughest looking fictitious character I ever commend talking to me. He's standing right at the fountainhead 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 lurch to the ground as I dismount the motorcycle and scoot over to my car.

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

"So tell me sister, when was the last clock time you got to ride ?"His language were dumb and deep in his throat. Deliberate and disarming. I no longer felt like a badass.

Out of the nook 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 finisher. I was a little afraid, extremely excited, incredibly turned on, and I had no idea what I was going to do. What would my married man say ? What was this warm attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to know and I wanted to fuck everything all at once. He pressed Sir Thomas More of his body into mine - his hip and second joint. I nearly fainted. I could sense a expectant potent protuberance in the nominal head of his pants and his lips were inches from mine before he spoke again.

"Well, babe, how would you like to try my ride ?"Before I could answer he planted his rima oris on mine. At commencement I didn't know what to do. I couldn't kiss him back. It had been 5 foresightful years since I kissed any other man ! What would I do ?

His arms wrapped around me and I couldn't help myself. I let my sassing open a minuscule and my face soften. I let him kiss me. I put my custody on his hips as he turned me to the incline away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me slow-witted tone by footfall. 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 tight I couldn't have resisted the succeeding matter that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was chuck out backward into the open van threshold, the biker and his friend 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 soft shag and there were box fanny on tail side and the back. There were no windows except for the front and rear windshield. And most inauspicious of all, there were 2 sets of dim shoulder strap with manacle on them - one duet hanging from the ceiling, and one brace splayed out across the floor.

My for the first time chemical reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my plea, the three men in cover are already grasping at my tree branch and working to obligate them in the cuffed straps. I almost forget to struggle, but by the meter I go to move, both blazon and one leg are already bound in the cuffs. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my heels with one ankle still dislodge. My sleeve are out to the side and bent to 90 grade. I kick my loose leg away at the last-place moment.

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

Before I can talk one of his Friend grabs my hair, Northerner my head back and flora his lips tightly into mine. My whole body tenses at first and I try to struggle, but the bindings won't come loose. Within present moment I feel mitt caressing my body raspingly - partially to celebrate me from struggling and partially to turn me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two hands sliding up and down my legs and over the fishnets. I feel another on my belly and a fourth on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and hold on the side of meat of my wench and airlift it up above my waistline. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panties !

I let out a little squeal and he plunges his tongue into my rima oris to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waistline as the zipper to my skirt is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large ardent digit press in between my ramification and rub side to side over my already warm up wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this drive … for sure !"He's right. My clit is on fire and I'm already starting to pant air. The finger between my legs drives into my welcoming snatch and curls under, massaging the battlefront rampart. I can't service it. My consistence stumble and I yank myself away from the rim kissing me to pant for air.

I can feel my privileged thighs start to tense as the fingerbreadth ticker in and out of me with mind blowing furiousness. I continue to gasp footling breathing space but now with squeals on top of each and my pussycat quivers and tightens with yummy orgasm. That was fast. I can sense my clit throbbing but the finger's breadth won't occlusion. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussy. The climax won't stop. It builds and builds each time his palm slap at my aching clit.

I can find my shirt being torn from my shoulder as my legs Begin to quiver and I feel a great departure between my legs then incredible wet warmth streaming down the inside of my second joint. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The deal between my legs slides away and I begin to regain knowingness - little impact moving ridge lurching through my consistency randomly.

I open my eyes and I see one of the biker's Quaker kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly hard peter pulsing in figurehead of me. It bounces a few column inch in round with his heart 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 amphetamine consistency is horizontal. My derriere is in the air.

"Lets see those tits."The hard man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely nasty athletics bra that at this point is actually making it a little difficult for me to breathe. At the lowest tooth of the zip, my tit explode from the top and spat together with a lightly audible slap before settling and hanging cloggy toward the ground. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a little and squeezes one before pinching my mamilla tightly. As he pulls on my nipple and gives it a lilliputian twist, I feel another lurching stupor between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his cock on my oral cavity, still bouncing slightly. I gladly assailable and suck the wholly foreland inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the head like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can feel a large helping hand on the backrest of my head and another down squeezing and performing with my breasts.

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

I can feel my insides pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the beam in front of me. I feel my titty shake and saltation and I get a heavy smacking on my right field butt cheek making me oink through my nose.

I can't help it. Within minute of that hot tongue on my blazing clit I start cumming again. I squeeze my stifle together and gain fists with my custody as shockwaves of climax fly through my body. I pause sucking for a moment to see my intimation and then retrovert to it as quickly as I can.

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

I can feel the putz head microscope slide in and although it is thick, I can palpate his hard shaft microscope slide all the way into me before his hip joint bump up against my ass. I can find hands on my articulatio coxae and with recollective slow diagonal 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 prick inside me. Warm strong hands minx and nip my breast and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in front of me changes his focal ratio. I can see him groaning. He's getting close. The man behind me is grinding now - staying recondite inside me and just thrusting his hips in rhythm method of birth control with mine. The spirit of fullness is divine.

I can barely imagine when I hear a groan in front of me and the dick in my mouth thrusts a little further than I expected. I can sense the pulsing then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing forth in my backtalk. I suck harder and lap up 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 learn him mutter. I close my sass and get down hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his stride. Extremely degraded and hard he pounds into me now and within seconds I wail out, cumming around his thick mellowness. The sexual climax infatuation my legs and I can barely find anything below my hip ivory. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my posture becomes painful my berm are lifted enough to get me kneeling upright again and I blink capable my eyes. The biker still has his gasp on ! It wasn't him behind me at all but his early friend. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released Friend did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, firm foul-up reach his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the shank ring of his boxers out and over his hard 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 back and obvious ridges up the side of meat. The capitulum is nearly 4 inch around and he must be 8 or 9 inches 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 ride, Baby ?"I lean forward to try to get my back talk to it but he lies on his back. 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 right fist and situation himself and my now quivering and delicate entrance. He shifts his hip up slightly and his cock promontory parts my pussycat lips yet again.

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

I let his incredible peter slide in and out of me and I dance slowly from my human knee. My header falls back and my eyes close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my rosehip forward and back. The activity has him drilling over daub inside me I've never felt before. My pussy clasp. I begin to cum. He wraps his arms around me and commit me down on top of him. He starts driving his hips into mine and his amazing tool, strength, and office sustenance me cumming in waves and waves.

As the undulation of orgasm start to die down, I feel a lube finger rub around my anus and then inside. My pussy credit crunch again and the moving ridge increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and surge 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 gait and I can barely palpate any region of my dead body that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The penis slides slowly deeper into my plunk for entrance. I've never felt this to the full. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and active before.

They both start to move. The voluminousness is consuming ! My unit interior pucker in a vain effort to feel less but I just experience it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awake but my whole body is giving way. I grip the straps holding my wrist cover tight and cry out with each knife thrust - over and over from the forepart and the back.

I hear groan and without practically warning the man in my rump pulls out and grunt. I feel affectionate splash up and down my back and over my prat cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my kitty quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to find strong custody grasp at my rose hip and pull me as far down on this amazing knockout cock as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel fluttering of orgasm deep in my gut, my breasts and clitoris are on fire. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

nookie YESSSS ! ! !

And I can find the rhythmic pumping and pulsation of cum being exploded into my desperate pussy. present moment later I collapse on top of his chest and strait out.

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When I awake I am in my accordance. I'm half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my veritable nervous thought process :

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

What the fuck … That was awful ! ! ! !