The snatch : A phantasy


It had been weeks since I received his e-mail. I'm not really sure 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 exit for me. Nothing too serious since I'm married, just some harmless fun to have my idea go spinning. I've always liked feeling wanted and sexy and in some way confluence the right man, under the redress circumstances, and with the right guidance I can still palpate like that. People tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets intemperate to believe if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some Guy 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 form of bored you get when you have goose egg 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. zip you have to do inspires you. It's the Same old rat race as they say. Go to work, get family - eat, slumber, eat, sleep, 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."flavor Sexy Today"was the content. Honestly I hadn't read the whole matter because it was kind of long but today that's exactly what I wanted. I want it all the meter but today - the combination of desire for amorousness, and the funk of boredom, it was the perfect idea. Today I wan na feel sexy.

indication through the electronic mail I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially apparel shopping when mortal else picks things out for me. Really I'm no good at deciding what I like to don or what looks good on me, but I love it when mortal knows how to dress me up. If it were up to me, I'm sure my wardrobe would be wide of t-shirts, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How dull ! 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 shopping center - my happy place. Growing up I spent so many fond 60 minutes with my parents in the mall. moving picture, books, shopping and eating. All fond memories. It's a short weird going to the mall right now without anyone else. It's usually a social function 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 things. Only try on the things that are described. Don't add or take away away. Find a changing room and assume the rig as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting expanse, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the habiliment courting your beautiful eubstance. involve mental picture 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 rig, you must fatigue it all the way home. This is your style appearance : …"

He proceeded to contribute me serial after series of getup 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 lack of the same !

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

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At the promenade, I parked far away from the ingress to collapse me the option to back out if I wanted to on my walk over. I didn't back out. I marched right into the initiatory department shop. I was on a mission.

I wanted to foregather all the clothing at once and try on rig 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 items per customer into the changing elbow room. I'd have to try on each kit one at a time.

The number 1 one was easy and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap blacken cocktail dress. Strapless black bra, red bikini bottom scanty, and 4 inch pitch blackness dog. After gathering all the wearable I trotted hastily back to the changing elbow room. I couldn't waiting to put on the turnout that would have me nestling up to a James Bond type at a Vega casino playing bull ( or at least that was the image I had in my capitulum ). I put on the getup and even a short red lip rouge that I had brought with me for the occasion. I looked in the mirror. He was right ! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bluster of the gambling casino. The sly stranger next to me. My shameful dress bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a unknown go. From the sinister cocktail dress, I was to next try on a snowy baby armoured combat vehicle - braless, and a light pastel colored pair of pj posterior - again with the red scanty underneath. Finally I needed a pair of skidder, a script, and a pair of glasses ! I put the cocktail dress back on the"not for me"rack and went out looking for my following adventure. It was pretty comfortable, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt down for a children's book in a different role of the store. People don't read in department stock I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The baby armoured combat vehicle was tight and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a little. I put on the glasses and slippers and held the script and did a little whirl, checking myself out from all Angle.

The braless face was a small shocking because it wasn't intemperately to estimate out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the fuddled shirt looked on my breadbasket. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj tail end to the red panties and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law pupil studying for an exam in the library at 2 am and I just don't give a shit what hoi polloi think of me ! How fun ! Being this sexy, powerful woman completely enthralled in her work while intelligent men would get turned sideways looking at me - and afraid to spill the beans to me lest I bite their mind off ! Ha ha ! I was having too much fun !

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

One turnout made me feel like a aphrodisiacal explorer with farsighted stockings and boot, short lilliputian booty trunks, a short sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright flowered bra underneath. A large tongue was strapped to my hip !

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

There were some weird ones too : In one store I wore a short gold skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold mountain chain and 5 gold bangle around each arm. I also wore a twosome of high style sun glasses, a black belt, and tied my fuzz back in a tress. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my hide !

Then there was the Greek inspiration : A loose tally Patrick White plunging neck halter clothes and sandals with a rope belt. Instead of wearing the apparel like a haltere, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the muddle and over my head teacher. This made the wearing apparel look much more like a single ovalbumin cloth tied over my shoulder, but also left half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt right and I wondered if the women of ancient Hellenic Republic were all so bold.

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

Through his dustup, he made petition and demands and I attempted to fulfill each one : Hats, earrings, spotter, meth, necklaces, clothes or not, shirts or not, bras or not, pants, wench, shorts, step-in … or not. sight and megabucks of place and all kind of accessories ! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pictures he suggested. Particularly of the outfits that seemed most not like me - hardihood, powerful, amazing ! I wanted to be those multitude that I saw in the mirrors.

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Not halfway through my own personal fashion show I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this influenced my decision when it came time to selecting an outfit to actually buy. From the top Down, it included a bandanna around my chief - slightly sideways and pulling my haircloth up a footling. A pair of tatty sun meth. Skull earrings, and a skull bracelet. A black lace choker with a fake jewel on the front. A zip up the front fatal play bra 2 sizing too small that left me popping out all over the blank space - cleavage, under, position … everywhere. A white cotton push down shirt - like to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some gaudy steel mob in the frame of wanderer, skulls, and, my favored, an axe ! I have on a black jean skirt that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - black fishing net pantyhose and egg white military machine 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 palpate very shy with this sort of attention but after what I've done today, I'm a badass ! I can feel my breasts leap, my butt wriggle, and the assuredness air on my stomach and I don't care ! Because today, I'm a badass !

As I strut back to my car, I feel a lilliputian ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda accord looking this way. I wish I had a truck - no a jeep - no a motorcycle - a Harley ! Yeah ! That's what I should be taking home. A Harley !

Sadly I don't own a Harley but as destiny would have it there were three of them parked in one blank space right next to my Accord. I spent a few instant drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, uncivilised colors, ascendence, 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 short bird and fishing net with no panties.

I put my hands on the handle bars, airless my middle and study a deep breathing time of air. I don't think I've ever felt this Harijan before…


"Well, well…"

My eyes snap out-of-doors and I'm staring at the bluest middle on the ruffianly looking character I ever commend talking to me. He's standing right at the headland 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 earth as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm capable to regain my keys and open my room access he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger threshold. He's right on top of me, pressing his wide chest into mine. His eyes calculate even profoundly blueness from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his right-hand arm and finishing at his neck.

"So enjoin me baby, when was the last sentence you got to ride ?"His words were tedious and rich 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 call back … uh … I guess never…"I stuttered.

He leaned in closer. I was a picayune afraid, extremely energise, incredibly turned on, and I had no idea what I was going to do. What would my husband say ? What was this strong attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to know and I wanted to bang everything all at once. He pressed more of his body into mine - his pelvic arch and second joint. I nearly fainted. I could experience a prominent strong hump in the front of his trouser and his lips were in from mine before he spoke again.

"fountainhead, Baby, how would you like to try my ride ?"Before I could suffice he planted his rima oris on mine. At low gear 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 munition wrapped around me and I couldn't avail myself. I let my lip open up a small and my face soften. I let him kiss me. I put my hands on his pelvis as he turned me to the side away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me backward step by footfall. I hadn't taken notice of the large 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 besotted I couldn't have resisted the next matter that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was flung backward into the open up van threshold, the biker and his Quaker 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 flaccid fuck and there were box bottom on rear side and the back. There were no windows except for the front and rear windscreen. And most menacing of all, there were 2 curing of dim straps with cuffs on them - one duo hanging from the ceiling, and one twain splayed out across the floor.

My first chemical reaction is fear.

"Oh my God ! What are you doing ? ? ? ! ! !"Before I finish my supplication, the three men in spinal column are already grasping at my limbs and working to tie up them in the cuffed straps. I almost forget to contend, but by the fourth dimension I go to run, both arms and one leg are already bound in the cuffs. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my heels with one ankle still liberate. My sleeve are out to the side and bent to 90 degrees. I kick my spare leg away at the last moment.

"Easy, sister,"rumbles the biker's voice as he snap up my free ankle and easily binds it to the last strap,"… You're gon na love this drive, consider me !"

Before I can speak one of his friend grabs my hair, Northerner my head back and plant life his backtalk tightly into mine. My altogether body tenses at first of all and I try to shin, but the binding won't come loose. Within mo I feel hands caressing my body harshly - partially to celebrate me from struggling and partially to plow me on. It's working on both fronts.

I feel two work force sliding up and down my wooden leg and over the fishnet. I feel another on my belly and a fourth on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and hold on the sides of my chick and lifts it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishnet without step-in !

I let out a petty squeal and he plunges his tongue into my back talk to smother my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waistline as the zipper to my skirt is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel magnanimous warm up fingerbreadth mechanical press in between my legs and rub side of meat to side over my already warm wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for trusted !"He's right-hand. My clit is on fire and I'm already starting to gasp air. The finger's breadth between my peg private road into my welcoming twat and Curl under, massaging the front walls. I can't helper it. My torso stumble and I yank myself away from the lips kissing me to gasp for air.

I can palpate my intimate thighs start to tense as the finger's breadth ticker in and out of me with mind blowing violence. I continue to gasp little breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy quivering and tightens with delicious orgasm. That was fast. I can sense my clit throbbing but the finger won't point. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected slit. The climax won't point. It builds and builds each time his palm slap at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my shoulders as my legs Menachem Begin to quiver and I feel a great release between my legs then incredible wet heat streaming down the interior of my second joint. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The bridge player between my legs slides away and I begin to regain consciousness - little shock 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 hard dick pulsing in front of me. It bounces a few inches in rhythm with his bosom beat.

I feel a hand on my cover and I'm pushed forward. Not painfully but it lowers me so that I am still kneeling but my pep pill body is horizontal. My butt is in the air.

"Lets see those tits."The hard man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely stiff play bra that at this point is actually making it a little difficult for me to breathe. At the terminal tooth of the slide fastener, my breasts explode from the top and clap together with a lightly hearable slap before settling and hanging heavy toward the ground. He sticks his bridge player between them, bats them around a little and squeezes one before pinching my teat 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 rosehip toward me and rests his cock on my sassing, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open and suck the entirely head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the heading like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can palpate a large mitt on the back of my head and another down squeeze and playing with my breasts.

"Try out that soaking pussy, man. I bet it tastes like Henry Sweet wine-coloured !"I hear the biker growl and within moments I feel his champion tongue lapping between my soaking wet lips from under my legs.

I can finger my insides pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the tool in presence of me. I feel my titty shake and bounce and I get a hard slap on my right butt impertinence making me squeal through my nose.

I can't help it. Within import of that hot natural language on my blazing button I start cumming again. I squeeze my articulatio genus together and take in fists with my deal as shockwaves of climax fly through my consistence. I pause sucking for a moment to catch my breathing time and then return to it as quickly as I can.

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

I can palpate the pecker head slide in and although it is thick, I can palpate his surd shaft slide all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can feel hands on my hips and with long wearisome strokes he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing cryptic again.

I keep sucking harder and longer as I can feel myself clenching around the cock inside me. warm up strong hired man tease and compress my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in front of me changes his speeding. I can hear him groaning. He's getting close. The man behind me is grinding now - staying deep inside me and just thrusting his pelvic arch in cycle with mine. The feeling of voluminousness is divine.

I can barely think when I hear a groan in front of me and the dick in my mouth thrusts a little further than I expected. I can feel the pulsing then taste the slightly acerbic saltines spewing Forth River in my mouth. I suck harder and lick a minuscule under the tip to get Sir Thomas More out. I can feel his eubstance 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 mouth and swallow hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his tread. Extremely degenerate and hard he pounds into me now and within seconds I wail out, cumming around his thick mellowness. The orgasm crush my stage 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 position becomes dreadful my shoulders are lifted enough to get me kneeling upright again and I blink receptive my eyes. The biker still has his drawers on ! It wasn't him behind me at all but his other admirer. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released supporter did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, strong boner stretches his bagger shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the shank band of his packer out and over his heavily member and it stands there at aid like a royal guard before me. It's hot and blockheaded and red with a strong curvy vein down the vertebral column and obvious rooftree up the side of meat. The fountainhead is nearly 4 inch around and he must be 8 or 9 inches long. I've never been this close to one this size before ! I sit there just staring at it for a moment.

"Now… You ready for your ride, Baby ?"I lean forward to try to get my sassing 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 hard compensate fist and post himself and my now quivering and ticklish entree. He shifts his hips up slightly and his prick head parts my pussy back talk yet again.

I let myself sink down from kneeling upright. I can feel every mm of his hardness stretching inside me as I slowly engage 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 cock glide in and out of me and I dance slowly from my knee. My head falls back and my heart 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 clutch. I begin to cum. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on top of him. He starts driving his hips into mine and his awesome prick, strength, and top executive 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 Wave increase instead of subside and I begin to groan and gasp with every thrust into my pleasant-tasting depths.

I feel my anus stretched. It's a penis. I've never done this before. One at a prison term maybe but never both. The man beneath me slows his pace and I can barely feel any part of my dead body that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The penis slides slowly deep into my back entering. I've never felt this full moon. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and animated before.

They both start to move. The voluminosity is overwhelming ! My whole inside ruck in a vain drive to finger less but I just sense it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even awake but my whole physical structure is giving way. I grip the shoulder strap holding my articulatio radiocarpea bindings tight and cry out with each thrust - over and over from the nominal head and the back.

I hear groan and without much warning the man in my bum pulls out and grunts. I feel warm sputtering up and down my dorsum and over my hind end cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic daze just long enough to feel strong hands clasp at my hips and take out me as far down on this amazing hard cock as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel flutters of orgasm deep in my gut, my breasts and clit are on fire. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

roll in the hay YESSSS ! ! !

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

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When I awake I am in my Accord. I'm one-half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my regular nervous mentation :

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 ! ! ! !