The kidnapping : A Fantasy


It had been hebdomad since I received his electronic mail. I'm not really indisputable why I kept it. He was prissy when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of bozo. Chatting has always been a good outlet for me. Nothing too good since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my mind go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and sexy and in some way meeting the right hand man, under the flop circumstances, and with the right field guidance I can still find like that. people tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets severe to trust if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some cat are just more about action than words … 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 case of bored you get when you don't feel like doing anything. Nothing you have to do inspires you. It's the Lapplander old rat race as they say. Go to work, get dwelling house - eat, sleep, eat, slumber, eat sopor - poove ! The workweek go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old email - incredibly boring task - I came across his."Feel Sexy Today"was the study. Honestly I hadn't read the whole thing because it was kind of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the time but today - the combination of desire for sexiness, and the Funk of tedium, it was the perfect estimate. Today I wan na look sexy.

Reading through the electronic mail I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially wearing apparel shopping when someone else picks thing out for me. Really I'm no serious at deciding what I like to wear or what looks good on me, but I love it when someone knows how to raiment me up. If it were up to me, I'm surely my wardrobe would be fully of jersey, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How tiresome ! I'm boring ! I need to get out of the menage ! I need to go shopping.

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

"Go to your favourite store. I want you to try 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 fall apart the turnout as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting orbit, giving you my favorable reception or disproval - depending on how well the clothing suit of clothes your beautiful body. choose movie 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 place. This is your manner display : …"

He proceeded to gift me series after serial of rig 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 deficiency of the same !

I knew I wouldn't find all he wanted in one fund so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely waitress to get to the promenade. I must consume been speeding the completely way !

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At the mall, I parked far away from the ingress to give me the pick 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 board. I was on a mission.

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

The low one was easy and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail clothes. Strapless black bra, red Bikini bottom step-in, and 4 inch black hound. After gathering all the wearable I trotted hastily back to the changing room. I couldn't postponement to put on the outfit that would have got me nestling up to a James chemical bond type at a Lope Felix de Vega Carpio casino playing craps ( or at least that was the simulacrum I had in my head ). I put on the getup and even a little red lipstick that I had brought with me for the juncture. I looked in the mirror. He was right ! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bravado of the casino. The sly stranger next to me. My black apparel bringing him salutary fate. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange twist. From the disgraceful cocktail frock, I was to next try on a whiteness baby tankful - braless, and a calorie-free pastel colored pair of pj undersurface - again with the red scanty underneath. Finally I needed a pair of slider, a book, and a pair of glasses ! I put the cocktail clothes back on the"not for me"single-foot and went out looking for my future adventure. It was pretty gentle, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt for a fry's book in a unlike part of the depot. masses don't read in department shop I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The baby tank was tight and the pj seat ballooned out on me a minuscule. I put on the field glass and carpet slipper and held the book and did a niggling spin, checking myself out from all angle.

The braless look was a little shocking because it wasn't hard to forecast out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the miserly shirt looked on my venter. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj bottoms to the red pantie and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law bookman studying for an exam in the library at 2 am and I just don't give a shit what people think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, mighty woman completely enthralled in her work while intelligent men would get turned sideways looking at me - and afraid to talk to me l I bite their head off ! Ha ha ! I was having too much fun !

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

One outfit made me feel like a sexy adventurer with long stockings and boots, short little booty shorts, a shortsighted sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a promising floral bra underneath. A great knife was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ball with a long backless red dress with white slider and no underclothes. I kept wondering what prince would stimulate the laurels of unzipping that dress.

There were some Weird ones too : In one entrepot I wore a curt gold dame and sandals. I was topless but for 10 Au concatenation and 5 gold bracelets around each arm. I also wore a pair of richly fashion sun chalk, a total darkness belt, and tied my hair back in a braid. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my skin !

Then there was the Greek inhalation : A loose meet white plunging neck halter dress and sandals with a rope belt. Instead of wearing the dress like a balancer, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the hole and over my straits. This made the attire look much more like a single E. B. White cloth tied over my berm, but also left half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the women of ancient Greece were all so bold.

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

Through his Word, he made requests and demands and I attempted to fulfill each one : hat, earrings, watches, methamphetamine hydrochloride, necklaces, garb or not, shirts or not, bandeau or not, pants, chick, shorts, panties … or not. hatful and piles of shoes and all sorts of supplement ! I was having a flak. I even took some of those video he suggested. Particularly of the outfits that seemed most not like me - daring, 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 show I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this influenced my decision when it came clip to selecting an outfit to actually purchase. From the top Down, it included a bandana around my head - slightly sideways and pulling my pilus up a little. A dyad of cheap sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull bangle. A Shirley Temple lace neckband with a fake precious stone on the forepart. A zip up the strawman black sports bra 2 size too belittled that left me popping out all over the place - cleavage, under, English … everywhere. A snowy cotton button down shirt - alike to before, tied, not buttoned. My midsection is mostly exposed. I got some cheap steel rings in the physique 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 fishnet pantyhose and ovalbumin military looking boots. I look like a sexy badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the long way around so everyone can take a expression. Normally I would feel very shy with this sort of attention but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can feel my chest bounciness, my butt wiggle, and the poise air on my belly and I don't tending ! Because today, I'm a badass !

As I strut back to my car, I feel a picayune ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda treaty looking this way. I wish I had a truck - no a landrover - no a motorcycle - a Harley ! Yeah ! That's what I should be taking place. 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 accordance. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, wild coloring material, ascendency, pedals, leather, they just screamed freedom and power. I can't assistance myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest wheel and straddle it - forgetting that I'm wearing a light chick and fishing net with no panties.

I put my hands on the handgrip cake, close my heart and ingest a deep breathing spell of air. I don't think I've ever felt this untouchable before…


"fountainhead, well…"

My eyes snap subject and I'm staring at the sorry eyes on the toughest looking character I ever remember talking to me. He's standing right at the head of his cycle, 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 grim"I nearly misstep to the undercoat as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm able to find my samara and open my door he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger door. He's rectify on top of me, pressing his wide chest into mine. His eyes bet even abstruse bluing from this end and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his right wing arm and last at his neck.

"So secernate me infant, when was the last clip you got to razz ?"His words were slow and cryptical in his pharynx. Deliberate and disarming. I no longer felt like a badass.

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

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

He leaned in closer. I was a little afraid, extremely excited, incredibly turned on, and I had no idea what I was going to do. What would my hubby say ? What was this strong attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to know and I wanted to bang everything all at once. He pressed more of his soundbox into mine - his rosehip and thighs. I nearly fainted. I could feel a great strong gibbosity in the front of his pants and his lips were inches from mine before he spoke again.

"wellspring, Baby, how would you like to try my drive ?"Before I could suffice he planted his sassing 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 sleeve wrapped around me and I couldn't aid myself. I let my mouthpiece open a little and my look soften. I let him kiss 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 backward tone by footstep. I hadn't taken notification of the great white van that had pulled up behind us. The bikers friend had opened the sliding door and there was another man inside. The biker kissed me and hugged me so tight I couldn't have resisted the future thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was flung backward into the open van door, the biker and his admirer hopped in behind me, they closed the room access, 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 piano screwing and there were box seats on keister side and the back. There were no windowpane except for the front and rear windscreen. And most ominous of all, there were 2 Set of black straps with cuff on them - one pair hanging from the ceiling, and one twosome splayed out across the floor.

My number one reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my plea, the three men in book binding are already grasping at my limbs and working to bind them in the cuffed straps. I almost forget to struggle, but by the sentence I go to impress, both arms and one leg are already bound in the cuffs. I'm kneel, sitting back on my heels with one ankle joint still free. My arms are out to the side and knack to 90 level. I kick my free leg away at the end moment.

"Easy, baby,"rumbles the biker's voice as he snaffle my free mortise joint and easily binds it to the finish strap,"… You're gon na love this ride, trust me !"

Before I can speak one of his friends grabs my hair, Yankee my head back and flora his lips tightly into mine. My whole body tenses at first and I try to struggle, but the ski binding won't come loose. Within moments I feel helping hand caressing my consistency harshly - 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 fishnets. I feel another on my belly and a fourth on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and apprehend the side of my wench and lifts it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panties !

I let out a piffling squeal and he plunges his lingua 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 warm fingerbreadth pressing in between my leg and rub slope to side over my already warm wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, sister, you wanted this ride … for sure !"He's proper. My clit is on flack and I'm already starting to gasp air. The digit between my legs campaign into my welcoming pussycat and whorl under, massaging the front bulwark. I can't avail it. My body lurches and I yank myself away from the back talk kissing me to puff for air.

I can experience my inner thighs start to tense as the finger pumps in and out of me with mind blowing furiousness. I continue to gasp slight breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy shaking and tightens with delicious orgasm. That was fast. I can find my clit throbbing but the finger won't stop. In and out it glides, pummeling my overlook pussy. The climax won't stop. It builds and builds each time his palm tree slaps at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my shoulders as my legs Begin to flicker and I feel a with child release between my legs then unbelievable wet fondness streaming down the inside of my thigh. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my legs slides away and I begin to regain consciousness - picayune shock wafture lurching through my organic structure randomly.

I open my eyes and I see one of the biker's friend kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly strong tool pulsing in front of me. It bounces a few inches in calendar method with his fondness beat.

I feel a manus on my cover and I'm pushed forward. Not painfully but it lowers me so that I am still kneeling but my upper soundbox is horizontal. My laughingstock is in the air.

"Lets see those tits."The firmly man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely tight athletics bra that at this pointedness is actually making it a little unmanageable for me to respire. At the last tooth of the zipper, my breasts explode from the top and spat together with a lightly audible slap before settling and hanging heavy toward the land. He sticks his manus 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 little turn of events, I feel another lurching shock absorber between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his stopcock on my mouth, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open and suck the whole head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the caput like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can find a large hired hand on the back of my nous and another down squeezing and playing with my breasts.

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

I can palpate my insides pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the beam in straw man of me. I feel my breasts shake and bounce and I get a intemperate slap on my rectify butt boldness making me squeal through my nose.

I can't help it. Within present moment of that hot spit on my blaze button I start cumming again. I squeeze my knees together and make fists with my hands as shockwaves of orgasm fly through my consistence. I pause sucking for a here and now to enamour my breath and then retrovert to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's ready !"I hear the bikers representative again. This metre from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the penis in front of me when I feel a comrade soft pressing at my begging, soaking lips.

I can feel the tool chief lantern slide in and although it is thickset, I can sense his voiceless shaft slide all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can feel deal on my pelvis and with long slow strokes he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing deep again.

I keep sucking harder and thirster as I can sense myself clenching around the stopcock inside me. Warm inviolable hand flirt and embrace my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in strawman of me changes his speed. I can get a line him groaning. He's getting close. The man behind me is grinding now - staying thick inside me and just thrusting his hips in rhythm with mine. The feeling of fullness is divine.

I can barely think when I hear a groan in social movement of me and the dick in my mouth thrusts a little far than I expected. I can sense the pulsing then taste the slightly acerbic saltines spewing forth in my mouthpiece. I suck harder and thrash a little under the tip to get to a greater extent out. I can sense 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 sassing and immerse hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his gait. Extremely fast and toilsome he pounds into me now and within moment I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The orgasm crushes my legs and I can barely feel anything below my hip bones. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward - still suspended in my bindings.

Before my position becomes painful my berm are lifted enough to get me kneeling vertical again and I blink outdoors my eyes. The biker still has his pants on ! It wasn't him behind me at all but his early friend. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released friend did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, strong foul-up stretches his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist circle of his boxers out and over his hard phallus and it stands there at attention like a imperial sentry go before me. It's hot and thick and red with a strong curvy vein down the backrest and obvious ridges up the sides. The nous is nearly 4 inches around and he must be 8 or 9 column inch long. I've never been this ending 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 backrest. 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 mightily fist and placement himself and my now quivering and delicate entryway. He shifts his hips up slightly and his cock head component my pussy backtalk yet again.

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

I let his incredible stopcock slide in and out of me and I dance slowly from my genu. My heading 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 has him drilling over spots inside me I've never felt before. My pussy clenches. I begin to cum. He wraps his arms around me and force me down on top of him. He starts driving his hip into mine and his awe-inspiring hawkshaw, posture, and ability support me cumming in undulation and waves.

As the moving ridge of climax get-go to die down, I feel a lube finger's breadth rub around my anus and then inside. My pussycat squeeze again and the moving ridge increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and gag with every driving force into my toothsome deepness.

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

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

I hear groans and without much warning the man in my butt pulls out and grunts. I feel ardent spatter up and down my rachis and over my fag cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to feel unattackable hands grasp at my hips and rend me as far down on this pose hard cock as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel flutters of orgasm trench in my gut, my breasts 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 feel the rhythmic pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my do-or-die pussy. Moments later I collapse on top of his chest and passport out.

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When I awake I am in my treaty. I'm half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my regular queasy persuasion :

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 piece of tail … That was AMAZING ! ! ! !