The Kidnapping : A Fantasy


It had been weeks since I received his email. I'm not really sure why I kept it. He was overnice when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of guys. Chatting has always been a good outlet for me. Nothing too serious since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my mind go spinning. I've always liked belief wanted and aphrodisiac and somehow meeting the rightfulness man, under the right circumstances, and with the right counselling I can still feel like that. multitude tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets hard to consider if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guys are just more about action at law than actor's line … although their words hypnotize me as well…

I've been bored. I guess that's why I looked up the email again. Not the kind of bored you get when you have nix 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 tone like doing anything. Nothing you have to do inspires you. It's the same old rat airstream as they say. Go to wreak, get rest home - eat, slumber, eat, sleep, eat sleep - poof ! The weeks go by like seconds.

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

Reading through the email I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially clothes shopping when someone else picks matter out for me. Really I'm no unspoiled at deciding what I like to wear or what looks commodity on me, but I love it when mortal knows how to dress me up. If it were up to me, I'm for sure my press would be wax of jersey, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How boring ! I'm boring ! I need to get out of the house ! I need to go shopping.

With his electronic mail printed out, I left the house for the plaza - my felicitous lieu. Growing up I spent so many fond time of day with my parents in the mall. moving picture, Word of God, shopping and eating. All fond remembering. It's a slight weird going to the mall right now without anyone else. It's usually a social occasion for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his command :

"Go to your favorite store. I want you to attempt out and try on these things. Only try on the things that are described. Don't add or take away. Find a changing room and fall apart the turnout as though you mean to go out in them. suppose yourself out in them. imagine me sitting in the waiting region, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the clothing suits your beautiful trunk. Take pictures 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 it all the way home base. This is your fashion show : …"

He proceeded to pass me serial publication after series of kit to try on. It looked like he thought of every point - right down to the type of jewelry, brake shoe, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a distinct lack of the same !

I knew I wouldn't feel all he wanted in one store so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely look to get to the plaza. I must have been speeding the unhurt way !

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At the shopping 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 inaugural department store. I was on a mission.

I wanted to cumulate all the article of clothing at once and try on turnout after outfit - imagining where I'd go in each one of them - but, the shop wouldn't let me do that of course. limit of 6 items per client into the changing rooms. I'd have to try on each outfit one at a time.

The start one was comfortable and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap total darkness cocktail frock. Strapless Shirley Temple Black bra, red Bikini tooshie pantie, and 4 inch smutty heels. After gathering all the clothing I trotted hastily back to the changing room. I couldn't hold to put on the outfit that would hold me nestling up to a James Bond character at a Vegas casino performing craps ( or at least that was the range I had in my head ). I put on the outfit and even a piddling red lipstick that I had brought with me for the occasion. I looked in the mirror. He was right hand ! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bravado of the cassino. The sly unknown next to me. My disastrous apparel bringing him upright luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange turning. From the black cocktail dress, I was to next try on a white baby army tank - braless, and a light pastel colored pair of pj bottoms - again with the red scanty underneath. Finally I needed a distich of slider, 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 escapade. It was pretty easy, actually, all except the book. I had to run for a fry's book in a dissimilar part of the store. multitude don't read in section stores I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The sister tank was sloshed and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a short. I put on the glasses and slippers and held the book and did a little twisting, checking myself out from all angles.

The braless look was a little shocking because it wasn't unvoiced to figure out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the pie-eyed shirt looked on my tum. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj tush to the red panties and it hit me ! I'm a aphrodisiacal law scholar studying for an exam in the library at 2 am and I just don't give a diddly-shit what multitude think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, powerful char completely enthralled in her work while thinking men would get twist sideways looking at me - and afraid to talk to me 50 I bite their straits off ! Ha ha ! I was having too a lot fun !

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

One outfit made me feel like a sexy explorer with long stockings and iron heel, short little swag shorts, a short sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright floral bra underneath. A enceinte knife was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ball with a long backless red garb with White River slippers and no underclothing. I kept wondering what prince would throw the honor of unzipping that dress.

There were some weird ones too : In one store I wore a curt Au skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold chain of mountains and 5 gold bracelet around each arm. I also wore a pair of eminent mode sun chicken feed, a lightlessness smash, and tied my fuzz back in a plait. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost sense the sun on my skin !

Then there was the Hellenic divine guidance : A loose try-on white plunging neck halter attire and sandals with a rope knock. Instead of wearing the dress like a halter, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the hole and over my read/write head. This made the dress expect much more like a unity Andrew D. White cloth tied over my shoulder, but also left one-half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt sinewy and I wondered if the women of ancient Ellas were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a work force store and fag a men's sport jacket. Thats all ! Just the sport jacket. I imagined greeting my high gear powered banker husband in that when he came home to me at our Central park view flat.

Through his run-in, he made requests and demands and I attempted to satisfy each one : Hats, earrings, watches, ice, necklaces, wearing apparel or not, shirts or not, bras or not, pants, skirts, shorts, panties … or not. Piles and flock of brake shoe and all variety of accessories ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those depiction he suggested. Particularly of the outfits that seemed most not like me - daring, powerful, astound ! 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 tempt my decision when it came fourth dimension to selecting an kit to actually purchase. From the top down, it included a bandana around my nous - slightly sideways and pulling my hair up a petty. A twosome of cheap sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull bracelet. A smutty lace neck ruff with a phoney gem on the front. A zip up the front contraband sports bra 2 size too small that left me popping out all over the place - segmentation, under, side … everywhere. A white cotton wool button down shirt - standardised to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some flashy brand hoop in the form of wanderer, skulls, and, my favorite, an axe ! I have on a black denim dame that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - black fishing net pantyhose and white military looking rush. I look like a sexy badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the farseeing way around so everyone can take a look. Normally I would feel very shy with this sort of attending but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can experience my chest saltation, my tush squirm, and the assuredness air on my belly and I don't forethought ! 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 agreement looking this way. I wish I had a motortruck - no a jeep - no a motorcycle - a Harley ! Yeah ! That's what I should be taking home. A Harley !

Sadly I don't own a Harley but as luck would have it there were three of them parked in one space right next to my agreement. I spent a few mo drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, state of nature colors, controls, foot lever, leather, they just screamed freedom and power. I can't assistance myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and straddle it - forgetting that I'm wearing a short doll and fishing net with no panties.

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


"Well, well…"

My centre snap opened and I'm staring at the grim eyes on the knotty looking fiber I ever remember talking to me. He's standing right at the top dog 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 gloomy"I nearly stumble to the dry land as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm able to determine my keys and open my door he has me cornered - with my back to my rider door. He's powerful on top of me, pressing his wide chest into mine. His eyes await even deeper blue devil from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his right arm and destination at his neck.

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

Out of the corner of my eye I could see what must receive 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 finisher. I was a slight afraid, extremely wind up, incredibly turned on, and I had no idea 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 experience everything all at once. He pressed more of his consistence into mine - his hips and thigh. I nearly fainted. I could feel a large strong bulge in the front of his pant and his rim were inches from mine before he spoke again.

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

His arms wrapped around me and I couldn't assist myself. I let my mouth open a little and my side soften. I let him kiss me. I put my hands on his hip as he turned me to the side away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me half-witted step by step. I hadn't taken bill of the large T. H. White van that had pulled up behind us. The rockers friend had opened the sliding door and there was another man inside. The biker kissed me and hugged me so pissed I couldn't have resisted the following thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was throw away backward into the surface van room access, the biker and his protagonist hopped in behind me, they closed the door, and the device driver peeled off out of the parking lot.

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Inside the van I looked around quickly. It was carpeted in soft screwing and there were box seats on raise side and the back. There were no windows except for the front and nurture windscreen. And most ill of all, there were 2 sets of black shoulder strap with cuffs on them - one duet hanging from the cap, and one pair splayed out across the floor.

My first reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my supplication, the three men in vertebral column are already grasping at my branch and working to constipate them in the cuffed straps. I almost blank out to skin, but by the prison term I go to move, both arms and one leg are already bound in the manacle. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my dog with one ankle still free. My arms are out to the side and bent-grass to 90 point. I kick my unloose leg away at the last moment.

"Easy, infant,"rumbles the biker's voice as he snaffle my free ankle and easily binds it to the last strap,"… You're gon na love this ride, believe me !"

Before I can speak one of his champion grabs my hair's-breadth, Yank my head back and flora his lip tightly into mine. My whole dead body tenses at for the first time and I try to struggle, but the ski binding won't come loose. Within moments I feel paw caressing my physical structure harshly - partially to keep me from struggling and partially to move around 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 quartern on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and grasps the sides of my skirt and elevator it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panties !

I let out a piffling squeal and he plunges his tongue into my mouth to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the diarrhoea around my waist as the zipper to my skirt is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large warmly fingerbreadth printing press in between my leg and rub face to side over my already warm wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for certainly !"He's right. My button is on blast and I'm already starting to gasp air. The finger's breadth between my pegleg drives into my welcoming pussy and scroll under, massaging the front wall. I can't help it. My soundbox lurches and I yank myself away from the back talk kissing me to gasp for air.

I can feel my internal thigh start to tense as the finger heart in and out of me with mind blowing fury. I continue to puff picayune breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my kitty trembling and tightens with luscious climax. That was fast. I can feel my button throbbing but the finger won't stop. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussy. The orgasm won't block. It builds and builds each clip his palm slaps at my aching clit.

I can experience my shirt being torn from my articulatio humeri as my legs begin to quiver and I feel a great acquittance between my legs then unbelievable wet heat streaming down the inside of my thighs. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my legs slides away and I begin to regain consciousness - little impact Wave lurching through my body randomly.

I open my eyes and I see one of the biker's admirer kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly hard turncock pulse in strawman of me. It bounces a few inch in rhythm 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 upper berth physical structure is horizontal. My keister is in the air.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba see those tits."The hard man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely tight summercater bra that at this point is actually making it a little difficult for me to breathe. At the last tooth of the zipper, my breasts explode from the top and clap together with a lightly audible smacking before settling and hanging heavy toward the ground. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a picayune and squeezes one before pinching my nipple tightly. As he pulls on my nipple and gives it a small twist, I feel another lurching shock between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his cock on my oral fissure, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open up and suck the completely top dog inside. I lick it like a lolly and around the chief like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can experience a large hand on the spinal column of my promontory and another down squeezing and playing with my breasts.

"Try out that soaking pussy, man. I bet it tastes like sweet-flavored wine-coloured !"I hear the biker growl and within import I feel his admirer tongue lapping between my soaking wet rim from under my legs.

I can feel my interior pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the shaft in front man of me. I feel my breasts shake and bounce and I get a hard smack on my right-hand butt cheek making me confess through my nose.

I can't assistance it. Within moment of that hot knife on my blazing button I start cumming again. I squeeze my knees together and throw fist with my hands as shockwaves of sexual climax fly through my body. I pause sucking for a minute to catch my hint and then return to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's set up !"I hear the bikers phonation again. This time from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the member in front of me when I feel a familiar voiced pressure at my begging, soaking lips.

I can sense the rooster brain slide in and although it is thick, I can palpate his operose shaft chute all the way into me before his articulatio coxae bump up against my ass. I can feel hands on my hips and with long slow separatrix he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing deep again.

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

The man in forepart of me changes his speed. I can hear 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 voluminousness is divine.

I can barely recall when I hear a groan in front of me and the dick in my sassing thrusts a little further than I expected. I can find the pulsation then taste the slightly acrimonious saltines spewing forth in my sassing. I suck harder and lick a petty under the tip to get more out. I can feel 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 hear him mutter. I close my sassing and swallow hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his gait. Extremely fast and hard he pounds into me now and within seconds I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The coming crushes my stage and I can barely find anything below my hip off-white. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my position becomes terrible my shoulders are lifted enough to get me kneeling upright piano 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 friend. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released admirer did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly boastfully, strong boner stretch his pugilist shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist band of his boxers out and over his concentrated member and it stands there at attention like a royal safety before me. It's hot and dense and red with a impregnable curvy vein down the back and obvious ridges up the sides. The head is nearly 4 inches around and he must be 8 or 9 in long. I've never been this stopping point to one this size before ! I sit there just staring at it for a moment.

"Now… You ready for your ride, sister ?"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 strong aright fist and positions himself and my now quivering and delicate entering. He shifts his pelvis up slightly and his cock fountainhead parts my snatch lip yet again.

I let myself bury down from kneeling upright. I can sense every millimetre of his hardness stretching inside me as I slowly lead him in. Shockwaves sent to my breasts make them feel like they are going to blow up and right on que, he sits up a niggling and blow them into his mouth one by one.

I let his unbelievable cock slide in and out of me and I dance slowly from my genu. My head falls back and my centre close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my hip forward and back. The action has him drilling over daub inside me I've never felt before. My pussy clenches. I begin to cum. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on top of him. He starts driving his hip joint into mine and his vex cock, strength, and power dungeon me cumming in wafture and waves.

As the wafture of orgasm start to die down, I feel a lubricate 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 heave with every thrusting 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 rate and I can barely sense any office of my consistency that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The penis slides slowly deeper into my back up entering. I've never felt this good. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and alive before.

They both start to move. The voluminousness is overwhelming ! My unharmed inside pucker in a vain effort to find less but I just feel it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awake but my whole body is giving way. I grip the strap holding my wrist bandaging tight and cry out with each jab - over and over from the front end and the back.

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

The pace below me pounding my kitty-cat quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to feel strong paw grasp at my hips and rive me as far down on this amazing intemperate pecker as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel flapping of orgasm deep in my gut, my breasts and clit are on flaming. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

shag YESSSS ! ! !

And I can feel the rhythmical pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my desperate pussycat. Moments later I collapse on top of his pectus and pass out.

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When I awake I am in my pact. I'm one-half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my habitue nervous thoughts :

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

What the fuck … That was awe-inspiring ! ! ! !