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 guy rope. Chatting has always been a just issue for me. Nothing too serious since I'm married, just some harmless fun to get my nous go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and sexy and in some way meeting the right hand man, under the right circumstances, and with the right counsel I can still feel like that. the great unwashed tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets strong to believe if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guy are just more about action mechanism than words … although their words magnetise 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 character of bored you get when you don't spirit like doing anything. Nothing you have to do inspires you. It's the same old rat slipstream as they say. Go to work, get home - eat, eternal rest, eat, sleep, eat kip - poof ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old email - incredibly boring undertaking - I came across his."feel Sexy Today"was the discipline. Honestly I hadn't read the whole thing because it was kind of longsighted but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the metre but today - the combination of desire for amativeness, and the funk of boredom, it was the gross idea. Today I wan na feel sexy.

version through the electronic mail I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially dress shopping when someone else picks thing out for me. Really I'm no good at deciding what I like to wear or what looks just on me, but I love it when individual knows how to dress me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my wardrobe would be full of t-shirts, 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 house for the mall - my happy place. Growing up I spent so many fond hours with my parents in the mall. picture, account book, shopping and eating. All fond storage. 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 command :

"Go to your preferent fund. I want you to assay 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 weary the outfits as though you mean to go out in them. conceive of yourself out in them. suppose me sitting in the waiting surface area, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the clothing suits your beautiful trunk. hold characterisation if you like. Remember how it feels to habilitate sexy. If you wish to buy something, you may, but if you do buy one of the kit, you must wear it all the way home. This is your fashion display : …"

He proceeded to give me series after serial publication of turnout to try on. It looked like he thought of every point - right down to the type of jewelry, shoes, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a clear-cut lack of the Saami !

I knew I wouldn't find all he wanted in one storehouse so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely look to get to the promenade. I must have been speeding the unharmed way !

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At the mall, I parked far away from the ingress to throw me the pick to support out if I wanted to on my paseo over. I didn't back out. I marched right into the first section store. I was on a mission.

I wanted to forgather all the wear 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 course. Limit of 6 point per client into the changing way. I'd have to try on each outfit one at a time.

The starting time one was easy and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail dress. Strapless black bra, red Bikini tail scanty, and 4 in black bounder. After gathering all the wearable I trotted hastily back to the changing room. I couldn't wait to put on the kit that would possess me nestling up to a James Bond character at a Vegas casino acting Irish bull ( or at to the lowest degree that was the paradigm I had in my head ). I put on the getup and even a petty red lipstick that I had brought with me for the occasion. I looked in the mirror. He was right on ! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bluster of the casino. The sly stranger side by side to me. My pitch-black wearing apparel bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange turning. From the black cocktail attire, I was to next try on a gabardine baby army tank - braless, and a light pastel colored pair of pj tooshie - again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a twain of slippers, a book, and a pair of glasses ! I put the cocktail frock back on the"not for me"single-foot and went out looking for my side by side dangerous undertaking. It was pretty well-off, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt for a youngster's book in a unlike part of the memory. People don't read in department depot I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The baby armored combat vehicle was fuddled and the pj bottom ballooned out on me a small. I put on the glasses and slippers and held the book and did a footling twisting, checking myself out from all Angle.

The braless look was a little shocking because it wasn't laborious to enter out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the tight shirt looked on my belly. I noticed from the rachis that you could see right through the pj bottoms to the red step-in and it hit me ! I'm a aphrodisiacal law student 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 charwoman completely enthralled in her oeuvre while intelligent men would get ferment sideways looking at me - and afraid to talk to me lest I bite their head off ! Ha ha ! I was having too much fun !

I changed back into my steady dress and kept on with the next one … and then the next … and the adjacent … I spent hour wandering the shopping mall and trying on all sorts of fun weirdo things.

One kit made me feel like a sexy venturer with long stockings and rush, short petty dirty money underdrawers, a poor sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a shining flowered bra underneath. A heavy tongue was strapped to my hip !

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ball with a long backless red garb with gabardine slipper and no underwear. I kept wondering what prince would have the pureness of unzipping that dress.

There were some Wyrd 1 too : In one fund I wore a unawares Au skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 Au Ernst Boris Chain and 5 atomic number 79 bracelets around each arm. I also wore a pair of highschool manner sun glasses, a black belt, and tied my haircloth back in a braiding. I felt like a mod day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my skin !

Then there was the Greek divine guidance : A loose conform to white plunging neck halter clothes and sandals with a rope belt. Instead of wearing the clothes like a halter, I was supposed to tie the shoulder strap together and put one arm through the pickle and over my point. This made the apparel look much more like a single egg white cloth tied over my shoulder joint, but also left half of my breast entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the char of antediluvian Ellas were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a work force memory and wear upon a men's sportswoman cap. Thats all ! Just the sport jacket. I imagined greeting my senior high school powered banker married man in that when he came home to me at our Central Park view flat.

Through his words, he made postulation and demands and I attempted to carry out each one : hat, earrings, sentry, glasses, necklaces, dresses or not, shirts or not, bras or not, pants, dame, shorts, panties … or not. slews and quite a little of shoe and all sorts of appurtenance ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pic he suggested. Particularly of the rig that seemed most not like me - hardihood, powerful, pose ! 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 charm my decision when it came time to selecting an outfit to actually buy. From the top John L. H. Down, it included a bandana around my head - slightly sideways and pulling my hairsbreadth up a little. A pair of cheap sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull watchstrap. A black lace garroter with a fake precious stone on the front. A zip up the front smutty sports bra 2 size of it too small-scale that left me popping out all over the place - cleavage, under, incline … everywhere. A E. B. White cotton push button down shirt - similar to before, tied, not buttoned. My diaphragm is mostly exposed. I got some cheap steel ringing in the flesh of spiders, skulls, and, my favorite, an axe ! I have on a black denim skirt that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - ignominious fishnet pantyhose and ovalbumin military looking iron heel. I look like a sexy badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the tenacious way around so everyone can exact a spirit. Normally I would feel very shy with this sort of aid but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can feel my breasts bound, my hindquarters wiggle, and the sang-froid air on my venter and I don't concern ! 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 pact 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 dwelling house. A Harley !

Sadly I don't own a Harley but as lot would have it there were three of them parked in one blank space right next to my treaty. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, fantastic colouring, controller, pedals, leather, they just screamed freedom and power. I can't help myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and straddle it - forgetting that I'm wearing a shortsighted wench and fishnet with no panties.

I put my hands on the handle bars, closelipped my middle and aim a deep breath of air. I don't think I've ever felt this unassailable before…


"well, well…"

My eyes snap open and I'm staring at the bluest eyes on the baffling looking character I ever remember talking to me. He's standing right at the chief of his wheel, 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 distressing"I nearly misstep to the ground as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm able to find my winder and give my door he has me cornered - with my dorsum to my rider doorway. He's properly on top of me, pressing his wide thorax into mine. His heart search even deeper blue from this finis and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his right-hand arm and finis at his neck.

"So secernate me child, when was the net time you got to taunt ?"His words were slowly 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 remember … uh … I guess never…"I stuttered.

He leaned in closer. I was a small afraid, extremely excited, incredibly turned on, and I had no estimation 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 eff and I wanted to know everything all at once. He pressed more of his body into mine - his hips and thigh. I nearly fainted. I could feel a large strong swelling in the front of his knickers and his lips were inch from mine before he spoke again.

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

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

Still kissing me deeply he walked me feebleminded step by footmark. I hadn't taken notice of the turgid white van that had pulled up behind us. The bikers friend had opened the sliding room access and there was another man inside. The biker kissed me and hugged me so tight I couldn't have resisted the next affair that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was fling backward into the open van door, the biker and his admirer hopped in behind me, they closed the room access, 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 nookie and there were box seats on rump English and the back. There were no windowpane except for the front and hind end windscreen. And virtually minatory of all, there were 2 sets of black shoulder strap with cuffs on them - one pair 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 backrest are already grasping at my tree branch and working to tie down them in the cuffed straps. I almost forget to struggle, but by the clock time I go to travel, 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 implements of war are out to the slope and bent grass to 90 level. I kick my free people leg away at the last moment.

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

Before I can utter one of his supporter grabs my hair, Yankee-Doodle my head back and works his rim tightly into mine. My entirely consistence tenses at first and I try to struggle, but the dressing won't come loose. Within minute I feel men caressing my body harshly - partially to keep open me from struggling and partially to turn me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two helping hand sliding up and down my legs and over the fishnets. I feel another on my belly and a twenty-five percent on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and grasps the sides of my skirt and aerodynamic lift it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panties !

I let out a little squeal and he plunges his tongue into my lip to asphyxiate my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waist as the zipper to my dame is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large warm fingers press in between my legs and rub incline to side over my already warm wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for sure !"He's right. My clitoris is on fervor and I'm already starting to heave air. The finger's breadth between my legs thrust into my welcoming pussy and curlicue under, massaging the front line wall. I can't help it. My consistency lurches and I yank myself away from the lips kissing me to gasp for air.

I can feel my inside thighs start to tense as the finger heart in and out of me with mind blowing fury. I continue to heave trivial breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my slit quiver and tightens with delicious orgasm. That was fast. I can finger my clit throbbing but the finger won't stop. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussy. The orgasm won't stop. It builds and builds each sentence his palm smacking at my aching clit.

I can sense my shirt being torn from my shoulders as my branch begin to quiver and I feel a expectant release between my legs then unbelievable wet affectionateness streaming down the interior of my second joint. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The bridge player between my stage slides away and I begin to regain consciousness - piffling daze waves lurching through my body randomly.

I open my eyes and I see one of the biker's supporter kneeling before me with his bloomers down. His incredibly arduous cock pulsing in front of me. It bounces a few inches in regular recurrence with his core 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 body is horizontal. My butt 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 pie-eyed athletics bra that at this pointedness is actually making it a little difficult for me to emit. At the survive tooth of the zip fastener, my white meat explode from the top and clap together with a lightly audible slap before settling and hanging heavy toward the ground. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a piddling and squeezes one before pinching my mamilla tightly. As he pulls on my nipple and gives it a little twist, I feel another lurching shock between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hip toward me and rests his cock on my rima oris, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open and suck the hale head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the head like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can palpate a large hired man on the back of my read/write head and another down squeezing and playing with my breasts.

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

I can find my inside pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the ray in front of me. I feel my breasts shake and spring and I get a voiceless smacking on my justly butt brass making me squeal through my nose.

I can't help it. Within moments of that hot lingua on my blazing button I start cumming again. I squeeze my articulatio genus together and make fists with my script as shockwaves of orgasm fly through my consistence. I pause sucking for a moment to catch my breath and then return to it as quickly as I can.

"Oh yeah, she's cook !"I hear the bikers voice again. This time from slightly behind me. I'm still sucking hard on the appendage in front of me when I feel a familiar soft press at my begging, soaking lips.

I can feel the putz head slide in and although it is thick, I can sense his hard diaphysis slide all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can feel hands on my hips and with long slow strokes he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing thick again.

I keep sucking harder and foresightful as I can feel myself clenching around the pecker inside me. Warm unassailable hands tease and squash my bosom and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in battlefront of me changes his pep pill. I can hear him groaning. He's getting close. The man behind me is grinding now - staying deep inside me and just thrusting his hip joint in rhythm with mine. The feeling of fullness is divine.

I can barely reckon when I hear a groan in front of me and the cock in my mouthpiece thrusts a little further than I expected. I can feel the pulse then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing Forth in my backtalk. I suck harder and bat a little under the tip to get more out. I can sense his body lurch six or seven times completely releasing himself down my pharynx. Finally he falls back away from me - gasping through his teeth.

"Ohhh ho ho fuck yeah…"I can hear him mutter. I close my back talk and get down hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his pace. Extremely dissipated and hard he pounds into me now and within minute I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The climax crushes my legs and I can barely find 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 upright again and I blink open my eyes. The biker still has his trouser 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 friend did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly gravid, strong boner stretches his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist circle of his underdrawers out and over his hard fellow member and it stands there at care like a purple guard before me. It's hot and thick and red with a strong curvy vein down the back and obvious ridgepole up the sides. The top dog is nearly 4 inch around and he must be 8 or 9 column inch long. I've never been this conclusion to one this size of it 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 back talk to it but he lies on his spine. I'm confused, I can't get to him from there…

Then he slides his wooden leg between mine and I understand. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his potent right fist and positions himself and my now quivering and delicate entree. He shifts his hips up slightly and his cock head office my pussy brim yet again.

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

I let his incredible cock sloping trough in and out of me and I dance slowly from my knees. My header 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 action has him drilling over spots inside me I've never felt before. My kitty-cat clenches. I begin to cum. He wraps his arms around me and rive me down on top of him. He starts driving his hips into mine and his amaze dick, specialty, and might keeps me cumming in undulation and waves.

As the waves of coming commencement to die down, I feel a lubed 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 billow with every poking into my luscious depths.

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 experience any part of my dead body that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The member slides slowly mystifying into my back incoming. I've never felt this full. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and animated before.

They both start to move. The fullness is overwhelming ! My all 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 totally body is giving way. I grip the straps holding my wrist back tight and cry out with each thrust - over and over from the front man and the back.

I hear groans and without lots warning the man in my butt pulls out and oink. I feel warm splattering up and down my book binding and over my seat cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to feel strong deal grasp at my hip joint and deplume me as far down on this amazing toilsome cock as I can go. My consistency lurches again as I feel flutters of climax deep in my gut, my breasts and clit are on blast. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

FUCK YESSSS ! ! !

And I can palpate the rhythmic pumping and pulse of cum being exploded into my dire pussy. Moments later I collapse on top of his chest and pass out.

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When I awake I am in my conformity. I'm half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my regular nervous thoughts :

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

What the ass … That was awing ! ! ! !