I was driving down the street at 5th and Main when my eyes fell upon what can only be described as the second most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The first off being my married woman. This beauty had articulatio humeri distance blonde hair, had to be 5'5 '' tall, and if I were to venture 36B chest. It appeared her car had broken down. As this night would prove, her ill luck was about to be my fortune.

As I pulled up and exited the landrover I called out and asked if she needed help. She spun around so fast. Her little mini skirt was barely covering her. She replied that she thought she needed a pass over start. I told her I had jumper cables in the book binding. I went to the back of my landrover. I grabbed both the jumper cables, and the prepared syringe that was in the back. As I walked back up, I handed her the jumper cablegram and asked her to connect her end to her vehicle. As she bent over I could see her very piffling pink step-in. As she got the cable length connected, I stuck the syringe into her neck opening and pressed the plunger down.

My wife climbed from the rider seat of the landrover. She hopped into the car of the little blond and started it. She then followed me to our house. She helped get the woman inside. While I was fastening the restraints, my wife drove the car to the vacant lot that we had settled on. I hopped into the landrover to trace. We chose this lot, because its secluded and no cameras. While they might find the car at some pointedness, it wont point to the young lady. We wiped the car clean and headed home. It was playact time.

Back at the firm we found our victim awake, and struggling against the restraint. With a Swift movement I smacked her across the face and commanded her to be still. Crying she begged to be let go. I got down to her ear and whispered `` Bitch by the time we are done with you, your going to be begging for us to wipe out you. Oh and we will. '' I let on the loose another smack. My wife looked on. I could recite by the look on her case that she just about had an orgasm in her panties.

I took the scissors grip off the tabular array and started cutting at her clothes. I asked her for her name. She replied through her breathlessness that her name was Sara. Such a accommodation public figure for such a cute small beef I thought to my ego. As I finished cutting her shirt, Sara started to campaign against the restraints. I slapped her again. This time I grabbed her pharynx. `` Be still '' I said. The harder she fought the harder I squeezed. I squeezed until she lost conciousness, then resumed cutting her vesture off.

As I stare at her now raw body, tied to the dining room tabular array, I could not stand my primal instinct. I stripped, and mounted Sara for what was going to be the first of many sex sessions. I didnt go long as my wife watched. I unloaded my cum mysterious into Sara 's, clearly not virgin, unconcious, lifeless body.

I decided now was the time I should give her the depo crack that was ready for her. See as she was about to be my sex toy for the near futurity. I absolutely do not want to be fathering a child with my kidnapped sex slave. She probably wont be around long enough to give nascency if she were to get pregnant.

After administering the shot, Sara began to stir. She started to contend the restraints. I asked her if she wanted to be chocked out again. She replied with no. I told her that if she struggles, I will make her unconscious again. I did not want her unconscious mind. Who am I kidding she could be awake or asleep, I was going to throw my fun.

As I went upstairs to join my wife, I find her naked egg laying in bed, playing with herself. I asked her what she was fantasizing about. She began to replay every detail of tonight from her position. The more she talked about it, the hotter she got. She got off in the bed leaving a massive pond of her noblewoman juice on the bed. She begged for me to be inside her. As I am starting to put my cock in her, she stops and says no treat me like the tart downstairs. So I gave her a hell dust. This nose drops was not near what Sara had gotten earlier. She begged for more. Harder. I gave her a nice hard savor on the face.

She begged for me to choke her. I placed my had around her throat. Appearently I was not squeezing hard enough, because she grabbed my manus and forced me to expire her harder. As I thrusted she made me squeeze harder. She began to shake under me, and let out the biggest orgasm that I had ever seen her have. She jerked and convulsed under me. I flipped her over and bewilder my rooster in her ass. She was still quivering from the last orgasm.

I gave a few mighty poke into her ass, and drop my ball into her bowels., I did n't want to be quite as rough with my wife. I love my married woman. She is allowing me to fulfil my cryptic darkest fantasy. She encouraged me to find our victim. Now while this is my illusion, she too has her plans for our beautiful victim. She is going to receive her fun too. In the end, when we are set up, we will put an end to our plot and who knows maybe find a new victim.

Exhausted, excited, and walking on cloud 9, it was meter for bed. I could not hardly believe my dour phantasy was about to be a realness .