The feeling of her body sliding up and down on me was incredible. She was the most exotic, sexy and erotic creature I have ever been with. Her wonderful breasts, not too large, actually just the right size were bouncing up and down as she rode my hard cock with everything she had. Her hands were all over my chest, rubbing and pinching my nipples, causing me to get harder and bringing me closer to my own climax.
She stopped riding up and down on me and began to move her hips back and forth across mine. Running her hands over my chest and slowly sliding her clit against my cock as she went forwards then backwards over my hips.
With her on top, I was able to penetrate into the deepest recesses of her pussy. I was in heaven. She began to rotate her hips faster and faster, throwing her head back and opening her mouth to take in as much air as she could. The motion of her hips and the strength of her pussy were bringing me to the very edge. I reached out and took her hips in my hands and began to push deep inside of her as she pushed back down on my hips. Soon her orgasm took over and her pussy began to squeeze my cock and I screamed as my cum shot out of my cock and deep inside of her pussy. This triggered her own orgasm and she rode me faster. She screamed out my name and I could feel her juices mixing with mine and running out of her onto my balls.
She collapsed on top of me and began to plant sweet, soft kisses onto my neck and face. I held her close and ran my hands up and down her back, hugging her tight as I stroked her back and neck.
"Mmmm. That was wonderful." She said.
"Glad I could help" I said. And we both laughed as she slowly slid off of me and began to get dressed.
"I better get back, before he misses me." She said quietly and with a bit of disappointment in her voice.
"I'll take whatever time you can give me." I replied.
She finished getting dressed, reached down and kissed me hard running her hand over my cock, which was starting to grow again. She smiled at me and said, "Wish we had some more time to take care of this. But I have to get going."
"I understand. Call me later if you can." I said.
"Bye lover." She said as she walked to the door and let herself out.
I lay there with the covers crumpled up at the foot of the bed and listened to the sound of her car pull away from the house. The thought of her filled almost every waking hour of my brain. Even at work, I would stop for a minute as my mind was replaying our latest love making session. I would have to stop, look around to make sure no one was watching and readjust my cock in my pants. Thinking of her always gave me a hard on.
I got up and walked into the den and picked up a pair of pants and slipped them on. I walked into the kitchen to fix me something to drink. I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and I figured it was my roommate coming home from work. I walked back into the den and flipped on the TV and settled down to catch up on the news.
The doorbell ran. "Damn," I thought, "He must have forgot his key again."
I walked to the door and opened it. Three men were standing outside my door, all dressed in dark suits. I was looking at their faces trying to figure out who they were. I never saw the gun until it was too late.
I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my head as the butt of the pistol hit me hard. I dropped to my knees. Someone grabbed me from both sides and drug me back into the house. My head was spinning and I was starting to black out. Rough hands grabbed my arms and pinned them behind me and the sound of duct tape being pulled off a roll and wrapped around my wrists and elbows slowly was fighting towards my brain.
I started to speak up and a hand came across my mouth hard, cutting my lip and causing me to shut my mouth quickly. A piece of duct tape was put across my mouth and a pillowcase was clamped down over my head. I was picked up underneath the arms and thrown to the ground and tape was put around my ankles. I was drug out of the house and across the asphalt driveway. I heard a trunk open and I was picked up and thrown inside.
Ok, now I'm thinking. This is it. I am on my way for a long drive and I won't be coming back. I knew I had enemies, but none that would go this far. I had a feeling I was going to a small field in the middle of nowhere.
The car started and we began to move out of the driveway. I thought to myself, "Keep you head about you, listen for any signs of where you might be going. You could escape and you would have an idea of how to get back." Yeah right! Who did I think I was? James Bond.
We rode for what seemed like forty-five minutes. We went over graveled roads, small bridges, large bridges, railroad tracks, just about any type of road sound you can imagine came through the trunk. Needless to say I lost track of direction and had no clue where we were going.
The car finally stopped and I heard the doors opening outside. From the sound it must be large doors on some type of warehouse. The car moved forward again for a minute and stopped. The car doors opened and the trunk was quickly opened and the same hands that grabbed me before pulled me out of the trunk. Wham! Hit my head on the trunk. These guys didn't really care what shape I would be in when I got to where the wanted me to be.
I was dragged across a concrete floor, I know because I didn't have any shoes on and my feet were getting burned, as I was drug from the car. I was pulled up to my feet and pushed down into a chair. My hands were moved to the back of the chair, without taking off the tape, which pulled my shoulders in a way I know were not made to go. My feet were secured to the legs of the chair and the sheet was pulled off my head.
I bright, white light was shinning in my face and I could not make out any details of the room, just dark figures swimming just outside the light.
"Shit." I said to myself, "You are in a world of hurt now."
A dark figured walked towards me from the side and a hand reached out and grabbed the corner of the tape over my mouth and pulled. The pain was so great I couldn't even scream. I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth. I stretched my jaw and opened my mouth to work out the pain.
A chair was pulled across the concrete floor and set in front of me, but just in the shadows so I could only see the legs of the chair in the light. A figure walked around to the front of the chair and sat down. His face was hidden from my view.
"Do you know why you are here?" came the gruff voice.
I stammered, "Nnnno, not really."
"Liar!" screamed the voice and a hand slapped the back of my head.
"Now." Said the voice again, "Do you know why you are here?"
"Well," I began, "If I say no someone is going to hit me again, but if I say yes, I will be lying."
A small laugh came from the chair. "Ok, let me put it this way. You have been fucking my wife and I am going to put an end to it today."
"Fucking your wife?" I questioned. "Who is your wife?"
"Ok, Mr. Smart Guy, we'll play your game for a minute." the voice said. "My wife's name is Jennifer. I know she is fifteen years younger than me, but the fringe benefits of being my wife should make up for the fact that I can't do it as much as she would like."
"Who are you?" I said.
"My name is no concern to you, however you should know that I make my living by intimidating people for money and I can have you walking at the bottom of the nearest river just by saying so. I don't take to kindly to other men fucking my wife or me for that matter. I have a tendency to eliminate them before it goes too much further. But one thing about me, I am thorough."
"So I brought you here so you could tell me from your own mouth before I have your dick cut off and stuffed into your mouth. That way you'll have something to do while your waiting for the air in your lungs to give out and the water to pour in.," sneered the voice.
"Ok." I started, "I don't know who you think I am, but I am not fucking your wife. I have a girl friend but I know she is not married. We have been dating for about two years. I think you have the wrong guy."
"Nice try, asshole." Boomed the voice, "But I have had my wife followed for a week and she goes to the house my boys picked you up from. I know she stays about an hour and then leaves. I know what cars are in the driveway and I know you live there."
