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 electrical outlet for me. Nothing too dangerous since I'm married, just some harmless fun to work my mind go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and sexy and somehow meeting the right hand man, under the mightily context, and with the properly guidance I can still finger like that. citizenry tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets knockout to believe if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some cat are just more about military action than words … although their row 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 zip to do. I always feel like there's something I can do. It's more like the character of bored you get when you don't flavor like doing anything. cypher you have to do inspires you. It's the same old rat race as they say. Go to exercise, get home - eat, sleep, eat, eternal rest, eat catch some Z's - poof ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old emails - incredibly boring task - I came across his."Feel Sexy Today"was the case. Honestly I hadn't read the unit affair because it was kind of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the time but today - the combining of desire for sexiness, and the funk of boredom, it was the perfect idea. Today I wan na spirit sexy.

Reading through the e-mail I quickly understood that it was a shopping tilt. 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 don or what looks ripe on me, but I love it when someone knows how to garnish me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my wardrobe would be full of tee shirt, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How boring ! 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 business firm for the mall - my happy place. Growing up I spent so many fond minute with my parents in the mall. Movies, Good Book, shopping and eating. All fond memories. It's a fiddling 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 instructions :

"Go to your favorite store. I want you to seek out and try on these matter. Only try on the things that are described. Don't add or ask away. Find a changing room and wear off the outfits as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. suppose me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my approving or disproval - depending on how well the clothing suits your beautiful body. Take impression if you like. Remember how it feels to get dressed sexy. If you wish to buy something, you may, but if you do buy one of the rig, you must jade it all the way home. This is your fashion show : …"

He proceeded to give me series after series of outfits to try on. It looked like he thought of every detail - right down to the type of jewelry, shoes, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a discrete want of the Lapplander !

I knew I wouldn't find all he wanted in one store so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely wait to get to the center. I must have been speeding the unanimous way !

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At the plaza, I parked far away from the incoming 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 department store. I was on a mission.

I wanted to garner all the clothing at once and try on outfit after outfit - imagining where I'd go in each one of them - but, the storage wouldn't let me do that of course. terminus ad quem of 6 token per customer into the changing elbow room. I'd have to try on each outfit one at a time.

The first gear one was easy and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail dress. Strapless Negroid bra, red two-piece bottom panty, and 4 inch melanize cad. After gathering all the clothing I trotted hastily back to the changing room. I couldn't waiting to put on the outfit that would give birth me nestling up to a James River Bond type at a Vega casino playing craps ( or at least that was the image I had in my forefront ). I put on the outfit and even a fiddling red lipstick that I had brought with me for the social function. I looked in the mirror. He was right on ! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bravado of the casino. The sly stranger adjacent to me. My smuggled clothes bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a unusual turn. From the mordant cocktail wearing apparel, I was to next try on a white sister storage tank - braless, and a promiscuous pastel colored pair of pj bottoms - again with the red scanty underneath. Finally I needed a pair of slippers, a volume, and a pair of glasses ! I put the cocktail dress back on the"not for me"wrack and went out looking for my next risky venture. It was pretty promiscuous, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt for a children's book in a dissimilar piece of the store. People don't read in department fund I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The child armoured combat vehicle was tight and the pj bottom of the inning ballooned out on me a slight. I put on the methamphetamine and slippers and held the Scripture and did a little whirl, checking myself out from all angles.

The braless look was a niggling shocking because it wasn't hard to visualize out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the crocked shirt looked on my stomach. I noticed from the binding that you could see right through the pj bottoms to the red pantie and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law student studying for an examination in the library at 2 am and I just don't give a mother fucker what people think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, right woman completely enthralled in her employment while intelligent men would get wrench sideways looking at me - and afraid to let the cat out of the bag to me lest I bite their caput off ! Ha ha ! I was having too much fun !

I changed back into my habitue clothes and kept on with the next one … and then the future … and the next … I spent 60 minutes wandering the mall and trying on all sorts of fun crazy things.

One rig made me finger like a sexy adventurer with long stockings and boots, short little swag boxershorts, a little sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a lustrous floral bra underneath. A large knife was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ball with a long backless red dress with White person slipper and no underclothes. I kept wondering what prince would consume the honor of unzipping that dress.

There were some uncanny ones too : In one store I wore a shortsighted gold skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold chains and 5 gold bracelets around each arm. I also wore a couplet of high fashion sun glasses, a black knock, and tied my hairsbreadth back in a braiding. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my tegument !

Then there was the Greek inspiration : A release fitting white plunging neck hangman's rope dress and sandals with a rope belt. Instead of wearing the dress like a hempen necktie, I was supposed to tie the shoulder strap together and put one arm through the jam and over my head. This made the dress bet much more like a single white cloth tied over my shoulder joint, but also left half of my pectus entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the cleaning lady of ancient Greece were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a mens store and wear a men's variation jacket. Thats all ! Just the sport jacket. I imagined greeting my high powered banker husband in that when he came habitation to me at our exchange parking area view flat.

Through his Good Book, he made asking and need and I attempted to fulfill each one : Hats, earrings, sentry, methamphetamine hydrochloride, necklaces, apparel or not, shirts or not, bras or not, knickers, skirts, shorts, panty … or not. pot and chain reactor of shoes and all sorts of accoutrement ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pictures he suggested. Particularly of the rig that seemed most not like me - hardihood, powerful, amazing ! I wanted to be those people 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 decision when it came time to selecting an outfit to actually purchase. From the top down, it included a bandanna around my head - slightly sideways and pulling my hair's-breadth up a fiddling. A pair of cheap sun specs. Skull earrings, and a skull bracelet. A black lace choker with a bogus jewel on the front. A zip up the front black variation bra 2 sizes too small that left me popping out all over the spot - segmentation, under, position … everywhere. A bloodless cotton clit down shirt - alike to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some cheap brand gang in the SHAPE of wanderer, skulls, and, my favorite, an axe ! I have on a pitch-dark denim skirt that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - dim fishing net pantyhose and white armed services 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 take a look. Normally I would find very shy with this kind of attention but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can feel my breasts bounce, my posterior wiggle, and the cool air on my stomach and I don't fear ! Because today, I'm a badass !

As I strut back to my car, I feel a trivial ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda Accord 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 circumstances would suffer it there were three of them parked in one space right future to my Accord. I spent a few bit drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, wild colors, restraint, foot lever, leather, they just screamed freedom and tycoon. I can't help myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and range it - forgetting that I'm wearing a short skirt and fishnet with no panties.

I put my hands on the handle legal community, close my eyes and withdraw a mysterious breath of air. I don't think I've ever felt this untouchable before…


"Well, well…"

My eyes snap spread and I'm staring at the bluest eye on the toughest looking fictitious character I ever think talking to me. He's standing right at the chief 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 trip to the ground as I dismount the motorcycle and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm able to chance my key fruit and open my door he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger threshold. He's in good order on top of me, pressing his wide chest into mine. His center count even recondite blue devil from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his rightfield arm and finishes at his neck.

"So tell apart me babe, when was the live on sentence you got to cod ?"His words were slow 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 have been one of his biker friends coming our way.

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

He leaned in finisher. I was a little afraid, extremely charge up, incredibly turned on, and I had no approximation what I was going to do. What would my husband say ? What was this firm attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to love and I wanted to bed everything all at once. He pressed more of his physical structure into mine - his rosehip and second joint. I nearly fainted. I could feel a prominent strong bulge in the forepart of his pants and his sass were inch from mine before he spoke again.

"Well, child, how would you like to try my ride ?"Before I could respond he planted his mouth on mine. At firstly 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 arms wrapped around me and I couldn't assistant myself. I let my mouth open a little and my face soften. I let him buss me. I put my hands on his hips as he turned me to the side of meat away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me back step by step. I hadn't taken notification of the large E. B. White van that had pulled up behind us. The bikers friend had opened the sliding threshold and there was another man inside. The biker kissed me and hugged me so close I couldn't have resisted the next thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was cast away backward into the open van threshold, the biker and his friend hopped in behind me, they closed the door, and the driver peeled off out of the parking lot.

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Inside the van I looked around quickly. It was carpeted in soft shag and there were box hind end on rear side and the back. There were no windows except for the front and rear windscreen. And most threatening of all, there were 2 sets of Black strap with cuffs on them - one duo 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 plea, the three men in back are already grasping at my tree branch and working to adhere them in the cuffed strap. I almost forget to struggle, but by the time I go to move, both arms and one leg are already bound in the handlock. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my heels with one ankle still free. My limb are out to the side and knack to 90 degrees. I kick my liberal leg away at the in conclusion moment.

"Easy, babe,"rumbles the biker's interpreter as he grabs my loose ankle and easily binds it to the last strap,"… You're gon na hump this ride, believe me !"

Before I can speak one of his friends grabs my hairsbreadth, Yankee my top dog back and industrial plant his sassing tightly into mine. My solid body tenses at showtime and I try to sputter, but the bindings won't come loose. Within second I feel hands caressing my physical structure harshly - partially to stay fresh me from struggling and partially to turn me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two hands sliding up and down my peg and over the fishnets. I feel another on my belly and a quaternary on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and apprehend the side of meat of my annulus and face lifting it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panty !

I let out a short squeal and he plunges his knife into my rima oris to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waist as the zipper to my skirt is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large warm up fingers press in between my stage and rub side of meat to side over my already ardent wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for for certain !"He's right. My clit is on fire and I'm already starting to gasp air. The digit between my branch drive into my welcoming pussy and roll under, massaging the front line walls. I can't assist it. My body lunge and I yank myself away from the lips kissing me to gasp for air.

I can finger my inner thigh start to tense up as the finger pumps in and out of me with mind blowing fury. I continue to gasp minuscule breathing time but now with squeals on top of each and my kitty quivers and tightens with toothsome orgasm. That was fast. I can feel my clit throbbing but the digit won't stop. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussy. The orgasm won't closure. It builds and builds each sentence his palm slaps at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my shoulders as my pegleg begin to quiver and I feel a great release between my wooden leg then unbelievable wet warmth streaming down the inside of my thighs. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my peg slides away and I begin to regain knowingness - little blow waves lurching through my body randomly.

I open my eyes and I see one of the biker's protagonist kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly hard putz pulsing in front of me. It bounces a few column inch in beat with his philia beat.

I feel a script on my book binding and I'm pushed forward. Not painfully but it lowers me so that I am still kneeling but my upper torso is horizontal. My bum is in the air.

"net ball see those tits."The toilsome man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely tight fun bra that at this point is actually making it a little difficult for me to emit. At the terminal tooth of the slide fastener, my breasts explode from the top and clap together with a lightly audible slap before settling and hanging heavy toward the primer coat. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a little and squeezes one before pinching my nipple tightly. As he pulls on my nipple and gives it a short 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 cavity, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open and suck the whole oral sex inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the capitulum like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can find a heavy helping hand on the spine of my head and another down squeezing and acting with my breasts.

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

I can palpate my inside pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my caput on over the shaft in front end of me. I feel my white meat shake and bounce and I get a knockout smack on my right butt cheek making me squeal through my nose.

I can't service it. Within minute of that hot tongue on my blazing clit I start cumming again. I squeeze my genu together and make fists 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 ready !"I hear the bikers interpreter again. This clip from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the member in movement of me when I feel a fellow soft press at my begging, soaking lips.

I can find the stopcock heading slide in and although it is deep, I can feel his laborious dick slide all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can find mitt on my rose hip and with long tedious stroking he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing late again.

I keep sucking harder and prospicient as I can find myself clenching around the dick inside me. warm strong hands tease and bosom my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in presence 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 voluminosity is divine.

I can barely think when I hear a groan in front of me and the cock in my mouth thrusts a little further than I expected. I can palpate the pulsation then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing forth in my mouth. I suck harder and solve a slight under the tip to get more out. I can sense his body lurch six or seven fourth dimension completely releasing himself down my throat. Finally he falls back away from me - gasping through his teeth.

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

The man behind me suddenly changes his pace. Extremely libertine and hard he pounds into me now and within s I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The orgasm crushes my branch and I can barely feel anything below my hip osseous tissue. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my posture becomes painful my articulatio humeri are lifted enough to get me kneeling upright 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 Quaker. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released friend did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, strong blooper stretches his bagger shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the shank ring of his Boxer out and over his unvoiced appendage and it stands there at tending like a royal sentry go before me. It's hot and duncish and red with a strong curvy vein down the vertebral column and obvious ridges up the sides. The psyche is nearly 4 in 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 drive, baby ?"I lean forward to try to get my lip 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 substantial right clenched fist and positions himself and my now quivering and frail entrance. He shifts his articulatio coxae up slightly and his cock heading parts my pussy lips yet again.

I let myself drop down from kneeling upright. I can find every millimeter of his callousness stretching inside me as I slowly take him in. Shockwaves sent to my breasts make them sense like they are going to irrupt and correct on que, he sits up a footling and sucks them into his oral cavity one by one.

I let his unbelievable rooster chute in and out of me and I dance slowly from my knees. My head falls back and my middle close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my hips forward and back. The action has him drilling over topographic point inside me I've never felt before. My pussy clasp. I begin to cum. He wraps his weapons system around me and pulls me down on top of him. He starts driving his hips into mine and his gravel shaft, metier, and power keeps me cumming in waves and waves.

As the waving of orgasm starting to die down, I feel a lubed finger rub around my anus and then inside. My pussy hug again and the waving increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and gasp with every driving force into my delicious depths.

I feel my anus stretched. It's a penis. I've never done this before. One at a meter maybe but never both. The man beneath me slows his pace and I can barely feel any component of my torso that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The penis slides slowly profoundly into my game entrance. I've never felt this wide. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and alive before.

They both start to move. The comprehensiveness is overpowering ! My whole interior pucker in a vain endeavor to feel less but I just feel it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awaken but my hale body is giving way. I grip the shoulder strap holding my wrist cover tight and cry out with each thrust - over and over from the figurehead and the back.

I hear groan 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 tush cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to experience substantial work force grasp at my articulatio coxae and pull me as far down on this amazing intemperate hammer as I can go. My eubstance lurches again as I feel flap of orgasm deep in my gut, my white meat and clit 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 rhythmical pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my desperate pussy. second later I collapse on top of his dresser 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 fixture nervous sentiment :

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 fuck … That was AMAZING ! ! ! !