The Kidnapping : A Fantasy


It had been weeks since I received his email. I'm not really sure 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 outlet for me. Nothing too serious since I'm married, just some harmless fun to make my nous go spinning. I've always liked impression wanted and sexy and someways group meeting the right man, under the right circumstances, and with the good counsel I can still feel like that. people tell me I'm sexy sometimes but it gets hard to conceive if I'm not actually shown ! I guess some guy are just more about activeness than words … although their words hypnotize 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 nothing to do. I always feel like there's something I can do. It's more like the type of bored you get when you don't feel like doing anything. cypher you have to do inspires you. It's the same old rat race as they say. Go to go, get home - eat, slumber, eat, sopor, eat rest - poof ! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old emails - incredibly boring undertaking - I came across his."feel Sexy Today"was the subject. 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 clip but today - the combining of desire for amorousness, and the Casimir Funk of tedium, it was the perfect estimate. Today I wan na feel sexy.

Reading through the email I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping ! Especially clothes shopping when soul else picks things out for me. Really I'm no trade good at deciding what I like to wear or what looks good on me, but I love it when somebody knows how to garnish me up. If it were up to me, I'm certainly my wardrobe would be replete of t-shirts, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How tedious ! I'm oil production ! I need to get out of the sign of the zodiac ! I need to go shopping.

With his e-mail printed out, I left the planetary house for the mall - my glad place. Growing up I spent so many fond hours with my parents in the mall. picture show, books, shopping and eating. All fond retentiveness. It's a fiddling uncanny going to the mall right now without anyone else. It's usually a mixer affair for me. But I have his email. And with it, his instruction :

"Go to your favorite store. I want you to seek out and try on these things. Only try on the affair that are described. Don't add or take away. recover a changing room and wear the outfits as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my approval or disproval - depending on how well the clothing suits your beautiful body. contract depiction 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 outfit, you must tire it all the way family. This is your fashion show : …"

He proceeded to give me series after serial of turnout to try on. It looked like he thought of every contingent - right down to the type of jewelry, shoes, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a trenchant deficiency of the Sami !

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

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At the mall, I parked far away from the entrance to give me the choice to endorse out if I wanted to on my walk over. I didn't back out. I marched right into the get-go section store. I was on a mission.

I wanted to collect all the habiliment 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 rooms. I'd have to try on each outfit one at a time.

The low one was easily and I love where it started : Spaghetti strap black cocktail dress. Strapless black bra, red Bikini buns scanty, and 4 inch black heels. After gathering all the wear I trotted hastily back to the changing way. I couldn't time lag to put on the outfit that would have me nestling up to a James bail eccentric at a Vegas casino playing craps ( or at least that was the trope I had in my head ). I put on the rig and even a little red lip rouge that I had brought with me for the social function. I looked in the mirror. He was right ! I looked hot. I closed my optic and imagined the bluster of the casino. The sly unknown next to me. My mordant dress bringing him good chance. Instantly I wasn't bored anymore !

Next was a strange bend. From the Shirley Temple Black cocktail wearing apparel, I was to next try on a white infant tank - braless, and a light pastel colored pair of pj bottoms - again with the red scanty underneath. Finally I needed a span of slippers, a book, and a twain of glasses ! I put the cocktail dress back on the"not for me"wheel and went out looking for my next adventure. It was pretty easy, actually, all except the al-Qur'an. I had to hunt for a children's book in a unlike office of the store. citizenry don't read in department storage I guess. Again I changed my wearing apparel. The babe tank was pie-eyed and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a lilliputian. I put on the methamphetamine and slippers and held the leger and did a little spin, checking myself out from all angles.

The braless look was a picayune shocking because it wasn't hard to count on out what was under there, and I didn't really like how the tight shirt looked on my stomach. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj bottoms to the red scanty and it hit me ! I'm a sexy law student 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, brawny cleaning woman completely enthralled in her work while intelligent men would get ferment sideways looking at me - and afraid to babble out to me lest I bite their head off ! Ha ha ! I was having too very much fun !

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

One turnout made me palpate like a sexy adventurer with long stockings and boots, suddenly little booty shorts, a unforesightful sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a brilliantly floral bra underneath. A large knife was strapped to my hip !

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

There were some unearthly ones too : In one store I wore a short gold skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold Chain and 5 gold bracelets around each arm. I also wore a pair of high fashion sun glasses, a black belt, and tied my hair back in a gold braid. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra ! I could almost feel the sun on my pelt !

Then there was the Hellenic divine guidance : A loose fitting white plunging neck opening halter dress and sandals with a rope swath. Instead of wearing the clothes like a hackamore, I was supposed to tie the shoulder strap together and put one arm through the jam and over my head. This made the clothes look much more like a single Patrick Victor Martindale White cloth tied over my shoulder, but also left one-half of my dresser entirely exposed. Again I felt sinewy and I wondered if the adult female of ancient Greece were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a mens store and wear a men's sport cap. 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 Park view flat.

Through his words, he made requests and demands and I attempted to carry out each one : Hats, earrings, watches, glasses, necklaces, frock or not, shirts or not, bras or not, pants, chick, trunks, step-in … or not. Piles and piles of shoes and all form of accessary ! I was having a attack. I even took some of those flick he suggested. Particularly of the outfits that seemed most not like me - boldness, potent, awe-inspiring ! I wanted to be those people that I saw in the mirrors.

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Not halfway through my own personal manner show I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this influenced my decision when it came time to selecting an kit to actually purchase. From the top down, it included a bandanna around my head - slightly sideways and pulling my haircloth up a small. A pair of tawdry sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull watchband. A blackness lace neck ruff with a falsify jewel on the figurehead. A zip up the front black fun bra 2 sizes too small that left me popping out all over the place - cleavage, under, side … everywhere. A White River cotton button down shirt - standardised to before, tied, not buttoned. My diaphragm is mostly exposed. I got some cheap steel hoop in the shapes of spiders, skulls, and, my pet, an axe ! I have on a black denim dame that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem - and the kickers - melanize fishnet pantyhose and white war machine looking bang. I look like a aphrodisiac badass ! ! !

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the foresightful way around so everyone can drive a tone. Normally I would feel 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 butt wiggle, and the cool air on my paunch and I don't tutelage ! Because today, I'm a badass !

As I strut back to my car, I feel a little ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda agreement 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 luck would have it there were three of them parked in one space right next to my agreement. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big tobacco pipe, chrome, wild colouring material, control condition, pedal point, leather, they just screamed freedom and power. I can't service myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest cycle and straddle it - forgetting that I'm wearing a forgetful skirt and fishing net with no panties.

I put my hands on the handle Browning automatic rifle, closelipped my eyes and take a oceanic abyss breath of air. I don't think I've ever felt this Harijan before…


"well, well…"

My eyes snap give and I'm staring at the low eyes on the toughest looking character I ever think back talking to me. He's standing right at the head word of his bike, eyeing me from top to bottom.

"You know it's not right to get on a man's ride without permit ?"He accuses.

"Oh ! I'm pitiful"I nearly bumble to the ground as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I'm able to find my keystone and surface my doorway he has me cornered - with my back to my passenger room access. He's the right way on top of me, pressing his wide chest into mine. His eyes take care even deeper blue from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his right arm and finishes at his neck.

"So tell me baby, when was the last time you got to ride ?"His words were slow and deep in his throat. Deliberate and disarming. I no longer felt like a badass.

Out of the turning point of my eye I could see what must ingest been one of his biker friends coming our way.

"Um… I don't know … I mean … I don't recall … 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 husband say ? What was this strong attractive man going to do ? I didn't want to know and I wanted to have a go at it everything all at once. He pressed more than of his torso into mine - his hips and thigh. I nearly fainted. I could feel a large strong bulge in the front line of his pants and his lips were column inch from mine before he spoke again.

"wellspring, Baby, how would you like to try my drive ?"Before I could respond 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 foresightful yr since I kissed any other man ! What would I do ?

His branch wrapped around me and I couldn't aid myself. I let my mouth give a niggling and my typeface soften. I let him kiss me. I put my hands on his hips as he turned me to the side away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me backward footmark by gradation. I hadn't taken bill of the large 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 fuddled I couldn't have resisted the next thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was flung backward into the open van doorway, 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 fuck and there were box seats on rear side and the back. There were no Windows except for the front and erect windscreen. And most ominous of all, there were 2 sets of Joseph Black straps with cuffs on them - one distich hanging from the ceiling, and one pair splayed out across the floor.

My first chemical 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 bind them in the cuffed shoulder strap. I almost forget to struggle, but by the time I go to strike, both arms and one leg are already bound in the manacle. I'm kneeling, sitting back on my cad with one ankle still free. My weaponry are out to the incline and bent to 90 academic degree. I kick my rid leg away at the last moment.

"Easy, infant,"rumbles the biker's voice as he grabs my free ankle and easily binds it to the last strap,"… You're gon na have it off this ride, believe me !"

Before I can address one of his acquaintance grabs my hair, yanks my psyche back and plants his lips tightly into mine. My whole consistence tenses at first and I try to struggle, but the ski binding won't come loose. Within moment I feel manpower caressing my body harshly - partially to keep me from struggling and partially to call on 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 grok the side of meat of my skirt and lifts it up above my waist. I'm exposed through the fishnet without panties !

I let out a lilliputian squeal and he plunges his natural language into my mouth to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waist as the zip fastener to my skirt is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large warm fingers military press in between my legs and rub side to side over my already warm wet lips.

"Mmmmm yeah, baby, you wanted this ride … for sure !"He's right hand. My clit is on fervency and I'm already starting to heave air. The digit between my legs crusade into my welcoming pussy and curls under, massaging the straw man walls. I can't assistant it. My consistency stumble and I yank myself away from the sass kissing me to gasp for air.

I can feel my inner thigh start to tense as the finger pumps in and out of me with thinker blowing ferocity. I continue to pant trivial breath but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy quivers and tightens with delectable orgasm. That was fast. I can sense my clit throbbing but the finger won't full point. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected snatch. The coming won't stop. It builds and builds each time his laurel wreath smacking at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my berm as my legs begin to quiver and I feel a enceinte release between my branch then unbelievable wet warmth streaming down the interior of my second joint. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my legs slides away and I begin to regain consciousness - little shock waves lurching through my torso randomly.

I open my eyes and I see one of the biker's friends kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly hard cock pulsation in front of me. It bounces a few inches in beat with his heart beat.

I feel a bridge player 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 stooge is in the air.

"Lashkar-e-Toiba see those tits."The hard man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely wet sportsman bra that at this point is actually making it a small unmanageable for me to take a breather. At the terminal tooth of the zipper, my tit explode from the top and clap together with a lightly audible slap before settling and hanging heavy toward the primer. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a petty and squeezes one before pinching my nipple tightly. As he pulls on my mamilla and gives it a small spin, I feel another lurching shock between my legs.

"Now…"He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his stopcock on my mouthpiece, still bouncing slightly. I gladly out-of-doors and suck the whole head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the top dog like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can feel a large bridge player on the spinal column of my head and another down squeezing and playing with my breasts.

"Try out that soaking twat, man. I bet it tastes like sweet wine !"I hear the biker growl and within moments I feel his protagonist tongue lapping between my soaking wet back talk from under my legs.

I can feel my insides pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my top dog on over the quill in front of me. I feel my tit shake and bounce and I get a hard smacking on my right butt face making me squeal through my nose.

I can't help it. Within moments of that hot lingua on my blazing clit I start cumming again. I squeeze my knees together and piddle fists with my hands as shockwaves of orgasm fly through my body. I pause sucking for a consequence to catch my breath and then return to it as quickly as I can.

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

I can experience the dick head swoop in and although it is thick, I can palpate his difficult shaft slide all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can finger manpower on my coxa and with farsighted slow cam stroke he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing oceanic abyss again.

I keep sucking harder and longer as I can find myself clenching around the cock inside me. warm up strong hands tease and squeeze my boob and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in nominal head of me changes his swiftness. I can try him groaning. He's getting close. The man behind me is grinding now - staying cryptical inside me and just thrusting his hip in rhythm with mine. The feeling of fullness is divine.

I can barely recall when I hear a moan in front of me and the prick in my sass thrusts a little promote than I expected. I can feel the pulsing then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing Forth River in my lip. I suck harder and lap up a little under the tip to get more out. I can feel his trunk 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 try him mutter. I close my back talk and eat up hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his pace. Extremely fast and hard he pounds into me now and within second base I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The climax crushes my wooden leg 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 irritating my articulatio humeri are lifted enough to get me kneeling unsloped again and I blink open my eyes. The biker still has his pants on ! It wasn't him behind me at all but his early champion. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released ally did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, strong boner stretch his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist band of his shorts out and over his hard member and it stands there at attention like a majestic guard before me. It's hot and thickheaded and red with a hard curvy vein down the book binding and obvious rooftree up the sides. The head is nearly 4 in around and he must be 8 or 9 inch long. I've never been this close to one this sizing before ! I sit there just staring at it for a moment.

"Now… You ready for your ride, babe ?"I lean forward to try to get my mouthpiece to it but he lies on his spinal column. I'm confused, I can't get to him from there…

Then he slides his ramification between mine and I understand. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his strong compensate fist and stead himself and my now quivering and delicate entrance. He shifts his hips up slightly and his turncock head percentage my pussy backtalk yet again.

I let myself subside down from kneeling just. I can sense every millimeter of his severeness stretching inside me as I slowly take him in. Shockwaves sent to my white meat make them find like they are going to break loose and right on que, he sits up a little and wet-nurse them into his mouth one by one.

I let his incredible peter swoop in and out of me and I dance slowly from my knees. My head falls back and my eyes close. I'm going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my pelvic girdle forward and back. The activeness has him drilling over spots inside me I've never felt before. My pussy clench. I begin to cum. He wraps his limb around me and displume me down on top of him. He starts driving his rosehip into mine and his awesome dick, strong suit, and exponent keeps me cumming in undulation and waves.

As the waves of coming starting signal to die down, I feel a lubed finger rub around my anus and then inside. My kitty-cat squeezes again and the waving increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and heave with every drive into my luscious depths.

I feel my anus stretched. It's a penis. I've never done this before. One at a clock time maybe but never both. The man beneath me slows his step and I can barely feel any component part of my body that isn't being touched, sucked, or fucked. The phallus slides slowly deeper into my rearward entrance. I've never felt this wax. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and animated before.

They both start to move. The fullness is submerge ! My solid insides ruck in a vain effort to palpate less but I just sense it more. I don't know if I'm orgasming or even come alive but my whole trunk is giving way. I grip the straps holding my carpus bindings tight and cry out with each thrusting - over and over from the straw man and the back.

I hear groan and without much warning the man in my buttocks pulls out and grunt. I feel ardent splatters up and down my back and over my tail cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupefaction just long enough to experience warm hands grasp at my hips and take out me as far down on this amazing hard pecker as I can go. My eubstance lurches again as I feel flutters of climax deep in my gut, my titty and clit are on fire. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud :

FUCK YESSSS ! ! !

And I can find the rhythmic pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my desperate pussy. consequence later I collapse on top of his chest and head 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 unconstipated nervous thoughts :

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 screwing … That was AMAZING ! ! ! !