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The plan

“Kidnap me,” she said, with a little laugh.

He looked surprised, unbelieving.

“What?” he asked.

“You heard me,” she said. “Kidnap me. I want you to. I dare you to.”

“You’re insane,” he laughed, lifting his beer and rolling his eyes.

“No, I’m not,” she said coolly, lifting her glass. “Send me out for an errand. Have me pick up your dry cleaning or run to the store for milk. Whatever,” she crossed her legs in his direction, pressing her knee against the edge of the bar.

He smirked, then drank more beer.

She continued, “I don’t want to know when it’s coming, so you’ll have to send me out on lots of errands before you make your move.”

“Great,” he laughed. “You’ll be picking up all of my dry cleaning for a while. Works for me.”

“Jerk,” she said with a thin smile. “Now, you don’t get off that easy. You have to do your part. Eventually.”

“Yeah?” he asked, gulping more beer.

“Yeah,” she shifted in her seat, leaning in a little closer. “See, I want you to snatch me. Cover my face, pretend to have a gun. Be creative,” she laughed wryly. “Push me into an alley or into a car, whatever.” She sipped her drink. “I want you to scare me.”

He widened his eyes.

“What you do after that is up to you,” she said with a smile. “You can rip my clothes off. You can be as rough or gentle as you want. You can bite me, lick my pussy, whatever. Fuck me. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you scaring me. I want to be scared. Got it?” she laughed and emptied her glass.

He wiped his forehead, looking scared, then signaled the barkeeper for another round.

See? Like this


She did her makeup, still naked and damp from the shower, standing over the bathroom sink. She reached for her blow dryer and did her hair, enjoying the stinging hot air snaking down her back.

She put the dryer and brush away, and moving to the next room she took a pair of panties from her drawer. She slipped them on in front of the closet. She hesitated by her clothes, looking for the right mix of put together and offhandedly sexy. She had a meeting today.

She stepped into a tight black skirt and pulled up the zipper. She studied her blouses.

“Take off the skirt,” he said from the doorway. She jumped, startled, then half-smiled. She complied, lowering the zipper, letting the skirt fall to the floor. As it hit the ground, she felt his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts. He kissed her neck.

She rubbed her ass against his boxer shorts as he pinched her nipples. After a few minutes, he reached down and yanked off her panties, removed his shorts.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered. “On your hands and knees.”

She did.

He ran his hands over her back, over her ass, and down her legs. With one hand he stroked his hard cock and began rubbing it against her ass. He pulled it down against her wet pussy and slipped it inside her.

He fucked her hard, kneeling behind her and one hand on each of her hips. With each thrust he pulled her towards him hard. When he came, he held her still against him, and when he was done, he pulled out and turned away.

“You left the closet open,” he said.

“Mmm…” she mumbled incoherently, still lying on the bed, rubbing her clit with one hand.

He laughed and pulled his boxers back on, yanked a t-shirt out of the closet and shut the door.

Let’s try it a little different

“Move down,” you growled deeply, your hands on my hips pushing me away from your face.

I felt dazed and had a little trouble making out your words. All that I understood was your hands on me. You guided me down over your chest, my soaking wet pussy dragging over your pecks. You pushed and pulled my legs until I turned my back to you, straddling your lower abdomen.

“I want you on my cock,” you demanded. I was already lifting my hips as you spoke. Deep inside I ached where the tip of your cock would rub me. I moaned as we met, your hands on your cock, plunging it inside me as I lowered myself onto you.

“Ride me,” you said, and “Yes, that’s good.” Then moments later, “Oh, yes, good girl,” and “Mmmhmm,” as you rubbed your hands over my ass, up my back and down. I just kept riding, up and down and forward, concentrating on the spot where your cock met my cunt again and again. It was all that I could feel. I didn’t notice when you began to rub my ass, putting a finger gently inside. I was lost when you began to push harder, parting my ass to see what you were doing.

“I love seeing you like this,” you said, although I don’t know how you could still form words. Words were ancient history to me. I was all knotted up on the tip of your cock, stroking and thrusting and almost ready to come again. Then I could feel your finger in my ass, your finger that was pressing down against where your cock was thrusting inside my cunt and the pressure drove me straight over the edge and I came again harder even than the first time. This time my voice returned to me and I nearly shouted “YES, oh, yeeesss,” letting my pleasure come pouring out. I rocked down hard on your cock as I finished coming, until you pulled your finger out of my ass and pushed me forward abruptly so that I was on all fours over you. I yelped, still wanting you inside me and my heart pounding as I wondered what you would do next.

Good evening

“Good evening, Jenna,” he said quietly, opening the door for me. He was taller than I had been able to imagine, easily towering a foot over me. I smiled up at him.

He stood back to let me pass, closing the door behind me.

“Undress, please,” he demanded, politely.

I did, removing my sandals, black dress, and lace panties.

“Now what?” I asked, standing naked before him.

“Undress me,” he said, with a slight smile on his face. I could see his cock bulging through his pants.

I moved to him, and put my hands on the hem of his gray t-shirt. I pulled it up, towards his head, still barely touching his skin. Between us I felt an invisible, electric energy, pulling me to him. He helped me remove his t-shirt and I pressed my hard nipples against his abdomen. For a second I paused like that, filled with the relief of contact. Then I ran my hands down the front of his pants, over his legs and back up, rubbing his cock, hot through his pants.

He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my back, and squeezed my ass, softly and then harder. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his back, while his hands on my ass pressed my wet cunt against him. I could feel him through his pants, practically burning me. I loved it.

I dragged my face against his, feeling his stubble grate against my skin. I brushed his lips with my cheeks and briefly, my lips. He ground his hips against mine, then set me down.

“I want you do something for me,” he said, calmly. “You might not want to.”

“What?” I asked, desperate for his touch.

“Sit on my face,” he said, not asking.

I smiled.

He moved to the bed and lay on his back, unzipping his jeans.

I climbed up on the bed, and lowered myself onto his mouth. I moaned at the feeling of his lips, then his tongue, on my clit. He licked gently at first, then harder. I rocked my hips back and forth to rub my inner thighs against his scratchy face. He began plunging his tongue into my cunt, and I rocked back and forth with his hands hard on my hips. I reached down to pull his cock completely free of his pants. I stroked it, squeezing the shaft and running my thumb over the head.

In just a few minutes, I could feel my approaching orgasm. It was intense and it took my voice away. For several minutes the world shrank into waves of pure pleasure that I had to endure in a strange, unfamiliar silence.