The Kidnapping : A Fantasy


It had been weeks since I received his email. I'm not really for certain why I kept it. He was nice when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of guy cable. Chatting has always been a good outlet for me. Nothing too serious since I'm married, just some harmless fun to induce my nous go spinning. I've always liked smell wanted and sexy and somehow meeting the right man, under the ripe condition, and with the right guidance I can still find like that. People tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets hard to believe if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guys are just more about natural action than Scripture … although their words mesmerize 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 Saame old rat race as they say. Go to work, get home - eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat sleep - fag ! The week go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old emails - incredibly boring task - I came across his."tone Sexy Today"was the issue. Honestly I hadn't read the wholly affair because it was kind of farseeing but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the clip but today - the combination of desire for sexiness, and the funk of boredom, it was the perfect idea. Today I wan na flavor sexy.

Reading through the e-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 right at deciding what I like to tire or what looks good on me, but I love it when someone knows how to garb me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my press would be full of t-shirts, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How boring ! I'm drilling ! I need to get out of the firm ! I need to go shopping.

With his e-mail printed out, I left the sign for the mall - my glad shoes. Growing up I spent so many fond hr with my parents in the shopping mall. Movies, books, shopping and eating. All fond memories. It's a little weird going to the promenade right now without anyone else. It's usually a social affair for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his direction :

"Go to your favorite stock. I want you to seek out and try on these things. Only try on the things that are described. Don't add or subscribe to away. receive a changing room and wear the outfits as though you mean to go out in them. opine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the clothing causa your beautiful body. Take flick if you like. Remember how it feels to set 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 rig to try on. It looked like he thought of every item - right down to the type of jewelry, shoes, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a clear-cut want of the Saame !

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 await to get to the center. I must have been speeding the whole way !

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At the mall, I parked far away from the entrance to give 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 of all department store. I was on a mission.

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

The showtime one was easy and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail frock. Strapless ignominious bra, red bikini bottom step-in, and 4 inch pitch-dark heels. After gathering all the clothing I trotted hastily back to the changing elbow room. I couldn't delay to put on the getup that would give me nestling up to a James Bond case at a Vega casino acting shite ( or at least that was the image I had in my point ). 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 rectify ! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bravado of the casino. The sly stranger next to me. My Shirley Temple apparel bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange turn. From the melanize cocktail attire, I was to next try on a white baby tank car - braless, and a light pastel colored duad of pj hindquarters - again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a pair of slipper, a book, and a yoke of glasses ! I put the cocktail dress back on the"not for me"wheel and went out looking for my next adventure. It was pretty sluttish, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt for a children's rule book in a different part of the storehouse. masses don't read in department store I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The infant armoured combat vehicle was tight and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a little. I put on the shabu and slippers and held the volume and did a fiddling spin, checking myself out from all angles.

The braless look was a piffling shocking because it wasn't backbreaking to cypher out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the tight shirt looked on my abdomen. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj buns to the red step-in and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law student studying for an exam in the library at 2 am and I just don't give a shit what mass think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, powerful woman completely enthralled in her work while level-headed men would get bend sideways looking at me - and afraid to talk to me lest I bite their psyche 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 adjacent … and the next … I spent time of day wandering the mall and trying on all variety of fun crazy things.

One outfit made me experience like a sexy explorer with long stockings and flush, short little booty trunks, a curt sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a undimmed flowered bra underneath. A large knife was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the orchis with a retentive backless red wearing apparel with white skidder and no underwear. I kept wondering what prince would own the laurels of unzipping that dress.

There were some Wyrd single too : In one entrepot I wore a short atomic number 79 annulus and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold chains and 5 gold bracelets around each arm. I also wore a pair of high mode sun glasses, a black belt ammunition, and tied my pilus back in a plait. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my skin !

Then there was the Greek inhalation : A loose fitting E. B. White plunging neck halter dress and sandals with a rope belt. Instead of wearing the dress like a halter, I was supposed to tie the shoulder strap together and put one arm through the golf hole and over my head. This made the dress depend much more like a single white cloth tied over my shoulder, but also left half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the women of antediluvian Ellas were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a hands fund and wear a men's sportsman jacket. Thats all ! Just the sport jacket. I imagined greeting my highschool powered banker hubby in that when he came home to me at our exchange green view flat.

Through his words, he made requests and demands and I attempted to fulfill each one : Hats, earrings, lookout, shabu, necklaces, frock or not, shirts or not, brassiere or not, pants, skirts, shorts, panties … or not. Piles and piles of skid and all sorting of accessory ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pictures he suggested. Particularly of the outfits that seemed most not like me - dare, powerful, amaze ! I wanted to be those the great unwashed that I saw in the mirrors.

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Not halfway through my own personal fashion appearance I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this influenced my decisiveness when it came time to selecting an outfit to actually purchase. From the top down, it included a bandana around my head teacher - slightly sideways and pulling my whisker up a piddling. A pair of chinchy sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull watchband. A black lace choker with a forge precious stone on the front. A zip up the look smuggled sports bra 2 size too small that left me popping out all over the place - segmentation, under, side … everywhere. A white cotton button down shirt - similar to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some cheap sword ring in the shapes of wanderer, skulls, and, my favourite, an axe ! I have on a black denim skirt that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - shameful fishnet pantyhose and tweed military 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 ingest a expression. Normally I would feel very shy with this kind of attention but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can finger my bosom bounciness, my butt wiggle, and the cool air on my belly and I don't tutelage ! 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 experience it there were three of them parked in one space right succeeding to my accordance. I spent a few mo drooling over them. Big tube, chrome, barbarian colors, controls, pedals, leather, they just screamed freedom and power. I can't supporter myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and range it - forgetting that I'm wearing a scant skirt and fishnets with no panties.

I put my hands on the handle bars, close my eyes and take a deep intimation of air. I don't think I've ever felt this untouchable before…


"Well, well…"

My eye snap open and I'm staring at the bluest eyes on the knotty looking role I ever think 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 license ?"He accuses.

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

Before I'm able to find my keys and outdoors my door he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger door. He's right on top of me, pressing his wide chest 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 right wing arm and finishes at his neck.

"So tell me baby, when was the end time you got to drive ?"His words were dim and cryptic in his pharynx. Deliberate and disarming. I no longer felt like a badass.

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

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

He leaned in closer. I was a little afraid, extremely rouse, incredibly turned on, and I had no estimate what I was going to do. What would my husband say ? What was this warm attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to know and I wanted to know everything all at once. He pressed more than of his body into mine - his hips and thighs. I nearly fainted. I could experience a large strong jut in the front of his drawers and his back talk were inches from mine before he spoke again.

"Well, Baby, how would you like to try my ride ?"Before I could do he planted his mouth on mine. At number 1 I didn't know what to do. I couldn't kiss him back. It had been 5 foresighted yr since I kissed any other man ! What would I do ?

His sleeve wrapped around me and I couldn't help myself. I let my mouth afford a little and my nerve soften. I let him kiss me. I put my mitt on his pelvic girdle as he turned me to the side away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me backward step by footmark. I hadn't taken notice of the large 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 fast I couldn't have resisted the next thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was toss away backward into the open van doorway, the biker and his friend hopped in behind me, they closed the threshold, and the number one wood peeled off out of the parking lot.

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Inside the van I looked around quickly. It was carpeted in flabby screwing and there were box seats on rear incline and the back. There were no windowpane except for the battlefront and rear windscreen. And most inauspicious of all, there were 2 sets of black strap with cuffs on them - one duad hanging from the ceiling, and one distich splayed out across the floor.

My first response is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my plea, the three men in cover are already grasping at my limb and working to stick to them in the cuffed straps. I almost block to fight, but by the metre I go to make a motion, both coat of arms and one leg are already bound in the cuffs. I'm kneel, sitting back on my heels with one ankle still free. My blazon are out to the side and bent to 90 point. I kick my free leg away at the last moment.

"Easy, babe,"rumbles the biker's voice as he grabs my liberate articulatio talocruralis and easily binds it to the last strap,"… You're gon na sleep with this ride, conceive me !"

Before I can verbalize one of his protagonist grabs my fuzz, yanks my head back and plant his lips tightly into mine. My whole organic structure tenses at first and I try to struggle, but the dressing won't come loose. Within mo I feel hands caressing my body gratingly - partially to keep on 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 quarter on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and grasps the English of my skirt and rhytidectomy it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishing net without step-in !

I let out a slight squeal and he plunges his spit into my sassing to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the diarrhea around my waist as the slide fastener to my skirt is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel declamatory ardent fingers press in between my legs and rub side to side over my already affectionate wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for indisputable !"He's right. My button is on fire and I'm already starting to puff air. The fingerbreadth between my wooden leg thrust into my welcoming twat and coil under, massaging the nominal head walls. I can't help it. My eubstance stumble and I yank myself away from the sassing kissing me to pant for air.

I can feel my inner thighs start to tense as the finger pump in and out of me with idea blowing fury. I continue to gasp little breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy quivers and tightens with delicious orgasm. That was fast. I can sense my clit throbbing but the finger won't stop. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglect pussy. The orgasm won't occlusive. It builds and builds each time his palm slaps at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my shoulder as my leg begin to quiver and I feel a great release between my legs then incredible wet affectionateness streaming down the inside of my thighs. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my pegleg slides away and I begin to regain consciousness - little shock waves lurching through my soundbox randomly.

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

I feel a deal on my cover and I'm pushed forward. Not painfully but it lowers me so that I am still kneeling but my amphetamine eubstance is horizontal. My butt is in the air.

"Lashkar-e-Taiba see those tits."The firmly man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely tight sports bra that at this point is actually making it a little unmanageable for me to catch one's breath. At the live tooth of the zipper, my bosom explode from the top and clap together with a lightly hearable slap before settling and hanging heavy toward the land. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a little and squeezes one before pinching my pap tightly. As he pulls on my nipple and gives it a little kink, I feel another lurching shock between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his pecker on my mouth, still bouncing slightly. I gladly subject and suck the whole head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the headspring like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can feel a large manus on the back of my head and another down squeeze and playing with my breasts.

"Try out that soaking kitty-cat, man. I bet it tastes like sweet wine !"I hear the biker growling 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 shaft in battlefront of me. I feel my chest shake and bounciness and I get a hard slap on my proper stub impudence making me oink through my nose.

I can't service it. Within moments of that hot lingua on my blaze clit I start cumming again. I squeeze my knees together and establish clenched fist with my hands as shockwaves of climax fly through my body. I pause sucking for a moment to catch my breath and then take back to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's ready !"I hear the bikers voice again. This time from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the member in forepart of me when I feel a conversant indulgent pressing at my begging, soaking lips.

I can palpate the pecker head playground slide in and although it is thickly, I can palpate his hard shaft slide all the way into me before his hip bump up against my ass. I can find bridge player on my pelvic arch and with long sluggish strokes he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing deep again.

I keep sucking harder and tenacious as I can finger myself clenching around the rooster inside me. warm strong hands annoyer and wring my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

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

I can barely recollect when I hear a moan in presence of me and the peter in my mouth thrusts a little further than I expected. I can experience the impulse then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing Forth in my mouth. I suck harder and work a little under the tip to get more out. I can sense 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 take heed him mutter. I close my mouthpiece and swallow hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his pace. Extremely fast and surd he pounds into me now and within seconds I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The orgasm press my legs and I can barely feel anything below my hip off-white. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my posture becomes sore my shoulder are lifted enough to get me kneeling vertical 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 supporter. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released friend did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, strong boner stretches his pugilist shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waistline set of his Boxer out and over his hard member and it stands there at care like a purple safety device before me. It's hot and thick and red with a strong curvy vein down the back and obvious ridgeline up the sides. The head is nearly 4 inches around and he must be 8 or 9 inches long. I've never been this close to one this sizing 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 mouth to it but he lies on his cover. 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 impregnable right clenched fist and placement himself and my now quivering and frail entrance. He shifts his hip up slightly and his cock head role my pussy lips yet again.

I let myself sink down from kneeling upright. I can experience 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 right on que, he sits up a piffling and sucks them into his mouth one by one.

I let his incredible cock 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 pelvic arch forward and back. The action at law has him drilling over smudge inside me I've never felt before. My kitty-cat clenches. I begin to cum. He wraps his implements of war around me and pulls me down on top of him. He starts driving his hips into mine and his amazing peter, strength, and big businessman hold me cumming in waves and waves.

As the wave of orgasm get-go to die down, I feel a lubed finger rub around my anus and then inside. My pussy squeezes again and the wafture increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and puff with every thrust into my juicy 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 character 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 replete. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and alive before.

They both start to proceed. The fullness is overtake ! My unit interior ruck in a vain try to find less but I just feel it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awake but my whole organic structure is giving way. I grip the shoulder strap holding my wrist cover tight and cry out with each drive - over and over from the front and the back.

I hear moan and without much warning the man in my bottom pulls out and grunts. I feel tender splatters up and down my spinal column and over my butt cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to sense potent hands grasp at my hips and deplume me as far down on this amazing hard cock as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel flutters of orgasm deep in my gut, my breasts and button are on flame. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

FUCK YESSSS ! ! !

And I can feel the rhythmic pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my despairing pussy. moment later I collapse on top of his chest and straits 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 unconstipated uneasy thoughts :

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 piece of tail … That was baffle ! ! ! !