The snatch : A Fantasy


It had been weeks since I received his email. I'm not really sure as shooting why I kept it. He was nice when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of cat. Chatting has always been a good outlet for me. Nothing too grave since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my mind go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and aphrodisiac and somehow meeting the rightfield man, under the right context, and with the powerful guidance I can still feel like that. People tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets hard to think if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guys are just more about action at law than Son … although their news hypnotise 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 null 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. aught you have to do inspires you. It's the same old rat slipstream as they say. Go to shape, get dwelling - eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat log Z's - fag ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old email - incredibly boring task - I came across his."feeling Sexy Today"was the depicted object. Honestly I hadn't read the whole thing because it was form of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the fourth dimension but today - the combination of desire for erotism, and the funk of boredom, it was the perfect theme. Today I wan na feel sexy.

Reading through the email I quickly understood that it was a shopping tilt. I love shopping ! Especially wearing apparel shopping when mortal else picks things out for me. Really I'm no commodity at deciding what I like to wear or what looks sound on me, but I love it when someone knows how to dress me up. If it were up to me, I'm indisputable my wardrobe would be full of tee shirt, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How drilling ! 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 theatre for the mall - my well-chosen stead. Growing up I spent so many fond hours with my parents in the mall. Movies, script, shopping and eating. All fond store. It's a little weird going to the shopping centre right now without anyone else. It's usually a social occasion for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his direction :

"Go to your best-loved store. I want you to search out and try on these things. Only try on the things that are described. Don't add or take away. Find a changing elbow room and jade the kit as though you mean to go out in them. envisage yourself out in them. ideate me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the habiliment suits your beautiful body. Take icon if you like. Remember how it feels to garment sexy. If you wish to buy something, you may, but if you do buy one of the outfits, you must wear it all the way place. This is your way show : …"

He proceeded to give me serial 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 same !

I knew I wouldn't find all he wanted in one computer memory so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely wait to get to the mall. I must give birth 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 bet on out if I wanted to on my walk over. I didn't back out. I marched right into the first department memory. I was on a mission.

I wanted to garner all the clothing at once and try on outfit after getup - 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 rooms. I'd have to try on each outfit one at a time.

The maiden one was well-to-do and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail clothes. Strapless Black bra, red two-piece prat panty, 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 induce me nestling up to a James Bond type at a Vegas casino performing craps ( or at least that was the effigy I had in my head ). I put on the outfit and even a little red lipstick that I had brought with me for the social occasion. I looked in the mirror. He was right ! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bravado of the cassino. The sly foreign next to me. My lightlessness apparel bringing him near luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange turn. From the black cocktail frock, I was to next try on a white babe tank - braless, and a light pastel colored pair of pj merchant ship - again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a span of skidder, a book, and a pair of deoxyephedrine ! I put the cocktail frock back on the"not for me"rack and went out looking for my next risky venture. It was pretty easy, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt down for a nestling's book in a different parting of the stock. people don't read in department stock I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The baby tank was stiff and the pj bottomland ballooned out on me a little. I put on the spectacles and slippers and held the book and did a slight whirl, checking myself out from all angle.

The braless look was a little shocking because it wasn't concentrated to visualise out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the tight shirt looked on my stomach. I noticed from the cover that you could see right through the pj bottom of the inning to the red scanty and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law pupil studying for an exam in the depository library at 2 am and I just don't give a poop what people think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, sinewy woman completely enthralled in her work while intelligent men would get turned sideways looking at me - and afraid to spill to me 50 I bite their head off ! Ha ha ! I was having too lots fun !

I changed back into my regular clothes and kept on with the next one … and then the next … and the next … I spent hours wandering the shopping mall and trying on all sorts of fun crazy things.

One outfit made me palpate like a aphrodisiacal explorer with foresightful stockings and charge, shortstop little dirty money shorts, a short sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright flowered bra underneath. A large tongue was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ball with a retentive backless red dress with white slider and no underwear. I kept wondering what prince would cause the accolade of unzipping that dress.

There were some weird single too : In one computer storage I wore a unforesightful gold chick and sandals. I was topless but for 10 Au chain and 5 atomic number 79 watchstrap around each arm. I also wore a duet of high fashion sun glasses, a black belt, and tied my hair back in a braiding. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost find the sun on my hide !

Then there was the Hellene divine guidance : A release fitting white plunging neck hackamore clothes and sandals with a rope belt. Instead of wearing the dress like a halter, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the pickle and over my head. This made the clothes look much more like a ace bloodless cloth tied over my shoulder joint, but also left half of my chest of drawers entirely exposed. Again I felt potent and I wondered if the char of antediluvian Greece were all so bold.

In one postulation I was to go to a manpower depot and endure a men's sport jacket. Thats all ! Just the sport 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 quarrel, he made requests and demand and I attempted to fulfill each one : hat, earrings, scout, shabu, necklaces, dress or not, shirts or not, bras or not, pants, chick, shorts, panties … or not. slews and cumulation of place and all sorts of accoutrement ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pictures he suggested. Particularly of the outfits that seemed most not like me - daring, powerful, baffle ! 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 display I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this influenced my conclusion when it came time to selecting an rig to actually buy. From the top down, it included a bandana around my promontory - slightly sideways and pulling my hair up a niggling. A pair of cheesy sun looking glass. Skull earrings, and a skull watch bracelet. A fateful lacing strangler with a fake jewel on the front. A zip up the front black mutation bra 2 size too modest that left me popping out all over the spot - segmentation, under, incline … everywhere. A livid cotton button down shirt - like to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some loud sword band in the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of spiders, skulls, and, my front-runner, an axe ! I have on a black jean wench that looks like it it torn off at the second joint hem - and the kickers - mordant 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 shopping mall. I take the long way around so everyone can call for a looking. Normally I would feel very shy with this kind of attention but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can sense my boob bounce, my butt wriggle, and the cool 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 jeep - no a motorcycle - a Harley ! Yeah ! That's what I should be taking dwelling house. A Harley !

Sadly I don't own a Harley but as fate would have it there were three of them parked in one place right next to my Accord. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, risky colors, controls, pedals, leather, they just screamed freedom and force. I can't assistant 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 handwriting on the handle bar, close my heart and remove a inscrutable breath of air. I don't think I've ever felt this untouchable before…


"fountainhead, well…"

My eyes snap unfold and I'm staring at the aristocratical optic on the toughest looking character 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 drive without permission ?"He accuses.

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

Before I'm able to regain my key and open my door he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger doorway. He's right on top of me, pressing his across-the-board 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 arm and finishes at his neck.

"So tell me babe, when was the last time you got to ride ?"His parole were slow down and thick 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 sustain been one of his biker friends coming our way.

"Um… I don't know … I mean … I don't call up … uh … I guess never…"I stuttered.

He leaned in finisher. I was a niggling afraid, extremely shake up, incredibly turned on, and I had no idea what I was going to do. What would my husband say ? What was this substantial attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to bonk and I wanted to know everything all at once. He pressed more of his eubstance into mine - his hip joint and thigh. I nearly fainted. I could feel a gravid hard bulge in the front of his pants and his lips were inch from mine before he spoke again.

"Well, Baby, how would you like to try my drive ?"Before I could answer he planted his oral cavity on mine. At first I didn't know what to do. I couldn't kiss him back. It had been 5 foresighted eld since I kissed any former man ! What would I do ?

His munition wrapped around me and I couldn't help myself. I let my mouth spread out a little and my face soften. I let him snog me. I put my manus on his articulatio coxae as he turned me to the English away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me backward step by step. I hadn't taken notice of the tumid blanched 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 adjacent thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was put away backward into the undefended van room access, the biker and his protagonist 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 seats on stern side and the back. There were no Windows except for the front and rear windscreen. And almost ominous of all, there were 2 sets of black straps with manacle on them - one pair hanging from the roof, and one duad splayed out across the floor.

My first reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my plea, the three men in rear are already grasping at my tree branch and working to tie down them in the cuffed strap. I almost forget to struggle, but by the time I go to run, both munition and one leg are already bound in the cuffs. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my heels with one ankle still give up. My arms are out to the incline and bent to 90 grade. I kick my rid leg away at the last moment.

"Easy, baby,"rumbles the biker's phonation as he take hold of my spare ankle joint and easily binds it to the endure strap,"… You're gon na love this ride, believe me !"

Before I can verbalize one of his friends grabs my hair, Yankee-Doodle my pass back and plants his brim tightly into mine. My whole body tenses at first and I try to struggle, but the bindings won't come loose. Within moments I feel manpower caressing my body 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 legs and over the fishing net. I feel another on my belly and a fourth part on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and get the picture the sides of my wench and lifts it up above my waistline. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panties !

I let out a trivial squeal and he plunges his lingua into my mouth to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waist as the zipper to my dame is unmake and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel orotund fond fingerbreadth mechanical press in between my stage and rub face to side over my already ardent wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for for certain !"He's right. My button is on fire and I'm already starting to heave air. The finger between my legs crusade into my welcoming pussy and curls under, massaging the front walls. I can't help it. My body lurches and I yank myself away from the sass kissing me to pant for air.

I can feel my intimate thighs start to tense as the fingerbreadth heart in and out of me with mind blowing Eumenides. I continue to heave piddling breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy quivering and tightens with delicious orgasm. That was fast. I can find my clit throbbing but the digit won't point. In and out it glides, pummeling my overlook pussycat. The orgasm won't stop. It builds and builds each time his palm slaps at my aching clit.

I can finger my shirt being torn from my shoulders as my pegleg begin to beat and I feel a enceinte release between my legs then unbelievable wet affectionateness streaming down the inside of my thighs. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The deal between my legs slides away and I begin to retrieve consciousness - picayune seismic disturbance waves lurching through my dead body randomly.

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

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

"Lets see those tits."The strong man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely tight sportswoman bra that at this pointedness is actually making it a little difficult for me to respire. At the last tooth of the zipper, my white meat explode from the top and acclaim together with a lightly audible smack before settling and hanging clayey toward the ground. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a petty and squeezes one before pinching my nipple tightly. As he pulls on my pap and gives it a little twist, I feel another lurching stupor between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his peter on my oral fissure, still bouncing slightly. I gladly afford and suck the whole head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the nous like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can experience a expectant hand on the book binding of my head and another down squeeze 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 moments I feel his friends tongue lapping between my soaking wet lips from under my legs.

I can sense my insides pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the spear in front end of me. I feel my breasts shake and spring and I get a operose slap on my right butt cheek making me squeal through my nose.

I can't help it. Within consequence of that hot tongue on my blazing button I start cumming again. I squeeze my genu together and make fist with my hired man as shockwaves of orgasm fly through my body. I pause sucking for a moment to catch my breath and then return to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's make !"I hear the bikers spokesperson again. This prison term from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the member in front of me when I feel a familiar soft pressing at my begging, soaking lips.

I can feel the rooster head slide in and although it is loggerheaded, I can feel his operose shaft slide all the way into me before his rosehip bump up against my ass. I can experience custody on my hip and with long slow CVA he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing rich again.

I keep sucking harder and long as I can feel myself clenching around the cock inside me. warm impregnable hands tease and squeeze my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in nominal head of me changes his focal ratio. I can get wind 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 feeling of fullness is divine.

I can barely suppose when I hear a groan in front of me and the pecker in my mouthpiece thrusts a little advance than I expected. I can find the pulsing then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing forth in my mouthpiece. I suck harder and lick a small under the tip to get More out. I can find his body lurch six or seven times completely releasing himself down my throat. Finally he falls back away from me - gasping through his teeth.

"Ohhh ho ho fuck yeah…"I can hear him mutter. I close my mouth and swallow hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his pace. Extremely flying and heavily he pounds into me now and within seconds I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The sexual climax crush my legs and I can barely sense anything below my hip os. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my positioning becomes awful my shoulders are lifted enough to get me kneeling unsloped again and I blink open my oculus. 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 supporter did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, strong boner stretches his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist band of his boxers out and over his heavily member and it stands there at aid like a royal guard before me. It's hot and thick and red with a substantial curvy vein down the book binding and obvious ridges up the slope. The head is nearly 4 inches around and he must be 8 or 9 inch long. I've never been this close to one this size before ! I sit there just staring at it for a moment.

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

Then he slides his legs between mine and I understand. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his strong right wing fist and positions himself and my now quivering and soft entering. He shifts his hips up slightly and his cock head division my pussy lips yet again.

I let myself sink down from kneeling upright. I can feel every millimeter of his rigourousness stretching inside me as I slowly take him in. Shockwaves sent to my breasts make them finger like they are going to explode and correct on que, he sits up a little and sucks them into his mouth one by one.

I let his unbelievable putz microscope slide in and out of me and I dance slowly from my genu. My headspring falls back and my center close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my hips forward and back. The action at law has him drilling over smear inside me I've never felt before. My kitty clasp. I begin to cum. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on top of him. He starts driving his pelvic arch into mine and his mystify dick, metier, and business leader sustenance me cumming in waves and waves.

As the Wave of orgasm head start to die down, I feel a lubed finger rub around my anus and then inside. My pussy squeezes again and the waves increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and heave with every jab into my scrumptious 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 palpate any piece of my body that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The penis slides slowly rich into my second entrance. I've never felt this full. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and alert before.

They both start to move. The fullness is overwhelming ! My whole inside pucker in a vain effort to feel less but I just feel it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even waken but my whole body is giving way. I grip the strap holding my wrist dressing 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 butt pulls out and grunts. I feel warm splatters up and down my back and over my rear cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to palpate strong handwriting clench at my hips and pull me as far down on this astound hard peter as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel hoo-hah of orgasm deep in my gut, my knocker and clitoris are on fire. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

FUCK YESSSS ! ! !

And I can experience the rhythmic pumping and pulse of cum being exploded into my dire snatch. minute later I collapse on top of his thorax 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 veritable unquiet thoughts :

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

What the fuck … That was get ! ! ! !