The Kidnapping : A fantasy


It had been weeks since I received his email. I'm not really sure enough why I kept it. He was nice when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of guys. Chatting has always been a good outlet for me. Nothing too severe since I'm married, just some harmless fun to hold my mind go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and sexy and somehow encounter the right man, under the justly circumstances, and with the right on counselling I can still finger 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 action than lyric … although their words mesmerize me as well…

I've been bored. I guess that's why I looked up the email again. Not the kind of bored you get when you have nothing to do. I always feel like there's something I can do. It's more like the type of bored you get when you don't feel like doing anything. nil you have to do inspires you. It's the same old rat race as they say. Go to work, get home - eat, sleep, eat, slumber, eat sleep - poof ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old e-mail - incredibly boring undertaking - I came across his."tone Sexy Today"was the subject. Honestly I hadn't read the whole thing because it was variety of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the time but today - the compounding of desire for sexiness, and the funk of boredom, it was the unadulterated thought. Today I wan na feel sexy.

recitation through the email 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 good at deciding what I like to wear or what looks unspoiled on me, but I love it when someone knows how to dress me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my closet would be entire of t-shirts, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How irksome ! I'm boring ! I need to get out of the theater ! I need to go shopping.

With his email printed out, I left the house for the mall - my happy place. Growing up I spent so many fond time of day with my parents in the shopping mall. Movies, books, shopping and feeding. All fond memories. It's a niggling weird going to the shopping center right now without anyone else. It's usually a mixer affair for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his instructions :

"Go to your favorite computer memory. I want you to assay out and try on these matter. Only try on the things that are described. Don't add or direct away. Find a changing room and hold out the outfits as though you mean to go out in them. imagine yourself out in them. conceive of me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the vesture suits your beautiful body. drive characterisation if you like. Remember how it feels to dress sexy. If you wish to buy something, you may, but if you do buy one of the outfits, you must wear thin it all the way home base. This is your manner show : …"

He proceeded to pass me series after series of outfits to try on. It looked like he thought of every detail - right down to the type of jewelry, skid, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a decided lack of the same !

I knew I wouldn't bump all he wanted in one storehouse so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely wait to get to the shopping center. I must experience been speeding the whole way !

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At the mall, I parked far away from the entrance to founder me the option to punt out if I wanted to on my walking over. I didn't back out. I marched right into the first gear section shop. I was on a mission.

I wanted to amass all the clothing at once and try on turnout after rig - imagining where I'd go in each one of them - but, the stores wouldn't let me do that of class. Limit of 6 detail per customer into the changing room. 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 wearing apparel. Strapless black bra, red bikini fanny 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 have me nestling up to a St. James bond paper type at a Vega gambling casino playacting Irish bull ( or at least that was the image I had in my heading ). I put on the turnout and even a small red lipstick that I had brought with me for the social function. I looked in the mirror. He was flop ! I looked hot. I closed my centre and imagined the bluster of the gambling casino. The sly stranger next to me. My total darkness dress bringing him good lot. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange number. From the mordant cocktail garb, I was to adjacent try on a bloodless sister armoured combat vehicle - braless, and a light pastel colored couplet of pj bum - again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a duo of slippers, a book, and a pair of trash ! I put the cocktail apparel back on the"not for me"rack and went out looking for my next risky venture. It was pretty prosperous, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt for a children's book in a different constituent of the computer storage. People don't read in department stores I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The infant armoured combat vehicle was tight and the pj backside ballooned out on me a little. I put on the glasses and slider and held the book and did a little spin, checking myself out from all angles.

The braless look was a little shocking because it wasn't hard to figure 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 freighter to the red pantie and it hit me ! I'm a aphrodisiacal law scholarly person studying for an exam in the library at 2 am and I just don't give a shit what masses think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, powerful woman completely enthralled in her employment while healthy men would get plough sideways looking at me - and afraid to talk to me lest I bite their headland off ! Ha ha ! I was having too often fun !

I changed back into my even dress and kept on with the future one … and then the next … and the future … I spent time of day wandering the center and trying on all sorts of fun brainsick things.

One outfit made me feel like a sexy adventurer with farsighted stockings and boots, short little booty drawers, a forgetful sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright floral bra underneath. A large knife was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ball with a foresighted backless red apparel with white slippers and no underclothes. I kept wondering what prince would sustain the honor of unzipping that dress.

There were some weird ones too : In one entrepot I wore a curt gold skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold chains and 5 gold wristband around each arm. I also wore a pair of high fashion sun shabu, a black smash, and tied my hair back in a braid. I felt like a advanced day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my skin !

Then there was the Greek intake : A unleash fitting white plunging neck hemp dress and sandals with a rope belt. Instead of wearing the attire like a haltere, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the muddle and over my point. This made the wearing apparel look much more like a single white cloth tied over my shoulder, but also left half of my breast entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the adult female of antediluvian Greece were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a hands storehouse and wear a men's sport jacket. Thats all ! Just the sportsman jacket. I imagined greeting my high powered banker husband in that when he came family to me at our Central car park view flat.

Through his run-in, he made request and need and I attempted to fulfill each one : Hats, earrings, vigil, shabu, necklaces, wearing apparel or not, shirts or not, bandeau or not, pants, skirts, trunks, panty … or not. hatful and plenty of shoe and all form 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 - daring, sinewy, amazing ! I wanted to be those multitude that I saw in the mirrors.

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Not halfway through my own personal fashion show I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this influenced my decision when it came time to selecting an outfit to actually buy. From the top down, it included a bandana around my head - slightly sideways and pulling my hair up a minuscule. A pair of cheap sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull watchband. A black lace choker with a fake jewel on the front. A zip up the front black summercater bra 2 size too lowly that left me popping out all over the place - cleavage, under, side … everywhere. A white cotton clitoris down shirt - standardised to before, tied, not buttoned. My diaphragm is mostly exposed. I got some chintzy steel hoop in the shapes of spiders, skulls, and, my favorite, an axe ! I have on a opprobrious blue jean bird that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - black fishnet pantyhose and Andrew D. White military looking kicking. I look like a aphrodisiacal badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the long way around so everyone can take a spirit. Normally I would sense very shy with this kind of tending but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can experience my breasts bounce, my butt wiggle, and the cool 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 lilliputian ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda accordance 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 portion would birth it there were three of them parked in one space right next to my Accord. I spent a few proceedings drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, wild semblance, restraint, pedals, leather, they just screamed freedom and power. I can't assistance myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and range it - forgetting that I'm wearing a short bird and fishing net with no panties.

I put my hands on the hold parallel bars, end my eyes and take 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 bluest eyes on the bad looking character I ever call back talking to me. He's standing right at the school principal 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 stumble to the flat coat as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm able to chance my keys and outdoors my threshold he has me cornered - with my cover to my rider door. He's right on top of me, pressing his astray breast into mine. His eyes front even deeper blue air from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his aright arm and ending at his neck.

"So tell me baby, when was the hold out time you got to ride ?"His quarrel were wearisome and deep in his throat. Deliberate and disarming. I no longer felt like a badass.

Out of the niche 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 call up … uh … I guess never…"I stuttered.

He leaned in closer. I was a little afraid, extremely aroused, incredibly turned on, and I had no idea what I was going to do. What would my husband say ? What was this strong attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to make love and I wanted to get it on everything all at once. He pressed more of his torso into mine - his rose hip and thighs. I nearly fainted. I could feel a large strong gibbousness in the strawman of his pant and his rim were inches from mine before he spoke again.

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

His arms wrapped around me and I couldn't service myself. I let my mouth open a trivial and my face soften. I let him kiss me. I put my hand on his hips as he turned me to the position away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me backwards step by step. I hadn't taken notice of the expectant tweed 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 following thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was cast aside backward into the outdoors van room access, the biker and his friend hopped in behind me, they closed the threshold, 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 screw and there were box seats on rearward side and the back. There were no windowpane except for the front and rear windshield. And most forbidding of all, there were 2 sets of black straps with cuff on them - one pair hanging from the ceiling, and one pair splayed out across the floor.

My first base reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my supplication, the three men in book binding are already grasping at my arm and working to bind them in the cuffed straps. I almost draw a blank to struggle, but by the meter I go to motivate, both limb and one leg are already bound in the cuff. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my heel with one ankle still gratis. My limb are out to the side and bent to 90 degrees. I kick my loose leg away at the last moment.

"Easy, Baby,"rumbles the biker's voice as he grabs my free ankle and easily binds it to the go strap,"… You're gon na jazz this ride, conceive me !"

Before I can speak one of his friends grabs my hair, yanks my head back and plant life his lips tightly into mine. My whole soundbox tenses at first and I try to scramble, but the back won't come loose. Within moments I feel hands caressing my torso gratingly - partially to keep me from struggling and partially to turn me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two manus 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 grasp the sides of my bird and elevation 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 mouth to dampen my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waist as the zipper to my skirt is done for and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large warm fingers public press in between my peg and rub face to side over my already warm wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, baby, you wanted this ride … for sure enough !"He's right on. My clit is on fervency and I'm already starting to gasp air. The fingerbreadth between my legs drives into my welcoming pussy and curls under, massaging the front bulwark. I can't help it. My body lurch and I yank myself away from the lips kissing me to gasp for air.

I can palpate my privileged second joint start to tense as the digit pumps in and out of me with mind blowing madness. I continue to puff little hint but now with squeals on top of each and my kitty-cat trembling and tightens with delicious orgasm. That was fast. I can feel my clitoris throbbing but the finger won't stop. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussycat. The sexual climax won't stop. It builds and builds each time his palm slap at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my berm as my legs Menachem Begin to quiver and I feel a peachy release between my legs then incredible wet heat streaming down the interior of my second joint. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my legs slides away and I begin to regain consciousness - small shock moving ridge lurching through my physical structure randomly.

I open my centre and I see one of the biker's friends kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly tough rooster pulsing in front of me. It bounces a few inches in rhythm method of birth control with his pith 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 upper soundbox is horizontal. My fag 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 cockeyed sports bra that at this point is actually making it a piddling hard for me to emit. At the last tooth of the slide fastener, my boob explode from the top and clap together with a lightly audible slap before settling and hanging threatening toward the footing. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a little and squeezes one before pinching my tit tightly. As he pulls on my mammilla and gives it a little twist, I feel another lurching shock between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his turncock on my oral cavity, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open and suck the solid head teacher inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the oral sex like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can feel a great bridge player on the back of my promontory and another down squeezing and playing with my breasts.

"Try out that soaking twat, man. I bet it tastes like dessert 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 feel my interior pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my psyche on over the beam in front of me. I feel my breasts shake and saltation and I get a surd slap on my right butt cheek making me squeal through my nose.

I can't help it. Within moments of that hot natural language on my blaze clit I start cumming again. I squeeze my knees together and get to clenched fist with my hands as shockwaves of orgasm fly through my body. I pause sucking for a moment to take in my intimation and then return to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's set up !"I hear the bikers spokesperson again. This prison term from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the fellow member in battlefront of me when I feel a companion balmy pressing at my begging, soaking lips.

I can feel the cock head slide in and although it is thickheaded, I can finger his hard cock slide all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can palpate hired hand on my hips and with tenacious behind CVA he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing oceanic abyss again.

I keep sucking harder and yearner as I can feel myself clenching around the stopcock inside me. Warm unattackable hands vamp and squeeze my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

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

I can barely think when I hear a moan in front of me and the prick in my mouth thrusts a little further than I expected. I can find the impulse then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing Forth River in my mouth. I suck harder and bat a little under the tip to get More out. I can experience his body lurch six or seven sentence completely releasing himself down my pharynx. Finally he falls back away from me - gasping through his teeth.

"Ohhh ho ho fuck yeah…"I can discover him mutter. I close my mouth and take back hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his step. Extremely profligate and hard he pounds into me now and within second gear I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The orgasm crushes my ramification and I can barely experience anything below my hip bones. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my lieu becomes painful my shoulders are lifted enough to get me kneeling upright again and I blink open my eyes. The biker still has his pant 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 champion did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, strong boner stretching his bagger shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist band of his boxers out and over his hard fellow member and it stands there at attention like a royal guard before me. It's hot and midst and red with a strong curvy vein down the back and obvious rooftree up the face. 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 size before ! I sit there just staring at it for a moment.

"Now… You ready for your ride, infant ?"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 stiff right fist and positions himself and my now quivering and delicate entrance. He shifts his hips up slightly and his cock point percentage my cunt lips yet again.

I let myself fall off down from kneeling upright. I can feel every millimeter of his insensibility stretching inside me as I slowly take him in. Shockwaves sent to my breast make them palpate like they are going to burst forth and right on que, he sits up a slight and nurse them into his mouth one by one.

I let his unbelievable prick slideway in and out of me and I dance slowly from my stifle. My head falls back and my eyes close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my hips forward and back. The natural action has him drilling over slur inside me I've never felt before. My cunt hold. I begin to cum. He wraps his implements of war around me and pulls me down on top of him. He starts driving his rosehip into mine and his amazing dick, strength, and power living me cumming in undulation and waves.

As the waves of sexual climax start to die down, I feel a lubed fingerbreadth rub around my anus and then inside. My kitty squeezes again and the waves increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and heave with every thrust into my delectable depth.

I feel my anus stretched. It's a member. I've never done this before. One at a clock time maybe but never both. The man beneath me slows his rate and I can barely finger any part of my trunk that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The member slides slowly rich into my back entree. I've never felt this broad. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and alert before.

They both start to run. The fullness is overwhelming ! My whole insides pucker in a vain effort to feel less but I just palpate it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awake but my whole soundbox is giving way. I grip the straps holding my wrist bindings tight and cry out with each thrust - over and over from the front and the back.

I hear moan and without practically warning the man in my butt pulls out and oink. I feel warm splatters up and down my back and over my butt cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my puss quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupefaction just long enough to feel unattackable men grip at my hip joint and commit me as far down on this amazing hard cock as I can go. My physical structure lurches again as I feel waver of sexual climax deep in my gut, my breasts and clit are on fire. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

piece of ass YESSSS ! ! !

And I can feel the rhythmic pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my desperate pussy. Moments later I collapse on top of his pectus 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 uneasy mentation :

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

What the ass … That was baffle ! ! ! !