The story is not real but is pure fantasy. We, my wife and I write each other stories and these were actually intended only for us. But now we want to share with you and hope you like them.
There is a first part of this story, which we have also published here. We recommend to read this part first and then the sequel. There will also be a third part, but this is currently still in the completion.
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Today is a sunny day, temperatures of up to 30 degrees were announced. You are just getting ready because you want to go to the post office. You still can't explain the events around the container and Pascal. But you think a lot about this day, on the one hand because you ask why, why you of all people, and on the other hand because you think of Pascal. Why do you think about him? Do you want revenge? Anyway, these events happened almost 6 months ago. Fortunately Andreas didn't know anything and you wouldn't know how to tell him, he probably wouldn't have believed you anyway. That you were kidnapped (that already sounds absurd), then tied up, massaged and then really fucked to be released again, no one would probably believe you. So both of your lives went on quite normally. And the kids didn't notice anything anyway.
Anyway, now you are ready to go. Andreas is feeding our son and our daughter is at school. Everything is normal. A quick kiss and you are on your way.
On the way you take a few photos, maybe there is something for Instagram, you think.
When you arrive at the post office, you hand in the letter you came here for. The Arge needs documents again, as they often do. Then you actually want to leave the store again, but then you hear this voice. "Do you have pencils?" she asks. It doesn't matter what she says or asks, but you immediately recognize this voice. PASCAL. You cautiously peek out from behind a shelf. THAT IS THE VOICE, THAT IS PASCAL. You feel hot and cold. There he stands. What do you do, do you talk to him or do you say nothing and just keep hiding? You carefully leave the store. He knows what you look like, even naked. You sweat and tremble slightly. Your breath quickens. You wait in front of the store, and after a short while you see him running towards the store door. What am I doing, what am I doing, you ask yourself. Then the door opens, you stand slightly turned around next to the door, he walks past you....
"Hello Pascal", he turns to you and his face turns white. Aha, you think, so it's really him, even though you were pretty sure before. "Hello...have we met before?" he tries to save himself. "You know who I am, you know for sure." Again he looks at you, still very white in the face. Now for the first time you really register how he looks, you quickly scan his whole body, as if in slow motion, in real it's only 2-3 seconds. He has dark, almost black hair, which is styled a little bit high, so really fuzzy, light dimples in the face. He is slim, but not too much, a slight tummy line can be seen, but he still looks athletic. He wears denim pants, a t-shirt with something written on it and a loose shirt over it. Simple, but still elegant. You like what you see.
"I think you are confusing me, this happens to me often" he says. It becomes too silly for you and you become more confident, your fear disappears, you want to take this chance to get questions answered about how and why. "Listen, two options, you can keep playing dumb here or I'm going to call the police and they'll be here in a minute, turn around." Just at this moment 2 police officers leave the Leherheide police station, which is right next to the kiosk and the post office, to go to their police car. Pascal turns around and gets even whiter in the face. "OK, I don't want any trouble, we can talk, but please no police. I will try to answer your questions."
That's what you wanted to hear, but where do we go from here? Where can you talk in peace? This is where King Chance comes in. You have the keys of your mother's apartment with you. She and her husband are on Norderney for a long weekend. Both of them were feeling better in the meantime and that's why this trip to recover. Andreas knew nothing about this trip. "Please wait a short moment, I have to make a phone call. Don't go away or I'll call for help and report you immediately." Pascal looked at you almost fearfully "No, no I'll wait." You call Andreas. "Darling, the letter is gone. Mom just called me and asked if I wanted to come over for breakfast. And she wanted to explain these things to me in case something should happen with the two of them, we had forgotten that so often and she would like to have it have clarified. Is that possible, is the little one quiet?" But Andreas of course agreed, so the problem where you could talk in peace was clarified.
"Come on, let's go" you call to Pascal, "We just need to cross the street for a moment." Pascal was now following you almost like a dog, even though the color of his face was now slowly returning.
Arriving at your mother's apartment, you say in a gruff tone, "Sit down." Pascal sat down at the dining table in the living room, you sat down right across from him. "You can probably guess what I want to know?", Pascal looked a little sheepishly at the dining table, "Yes, sort of," he stammered. "I want to know who kidnapped me and why. Was it you or someone else? I had heard two voices in the meantime then?" He looked at you again almost fearfully, he knew what would happen to him if you tried it. "No, I didn't kidnap you, that was Scott. Anyway, that's what he called himself and that's what I should call him. He said he was some rich guy with a perverted bent. But he told me that later. He told me that he kidnaps women to pamper them sexually. But he doesn't do it himself, he looks for people who will do the job for him. For this they get money, so it was with me. I had found an ad, masseur wanted, who spoils my wife, pay well. That it was not his wife, I learned only later when he had paid me. I thought it was all fake, he would kidnap his wife for fun and then I would just massage you and more. I thought it was such a wacky role play between you. I am unemployed and when I read the ad and signed up I thought why not. 5,000 € and still sex on top. Sure I do, even if I found it a bit weird and sick, but hey, everyone we he likes.
Anyway, this Scott travels probably through different countries and always pulls the same through. He's looking for someone, then a woman gets kidnapped and then the act and he disappears again. He says he needs this, it would make him horny. But he doesn't want to sleep with the women himself, he just films it." You are amazed by these statements, you would not have expected something like this. "Wait, this Pervese filmed us?" you say excitedly? "Yes, but if it's true, the footage is just for him, his trophies as he says. The guy is already in his 60s. I don't know, but I'm sorry. If I had known before, I would never have done it. I know you can turn me in for rape now."
"No, I won't, don't be afraid." you call out to him. You have to think. You never expected this, all these months you've been racking your brains, why, why, and now it's just a pervert who kidnaps women to get off on it." Then you look at Pascal and ask, "Yes, but why me?", "Coincidence, just coincidence. You were walking down the street and I guess he favors the chubby guy." he replied. "Yeah, but how? I still can't remember how?"
"I wasn't there. I had already waited by the container, I have no idea. I was sitting in this little room next to the container. At some point Scott came in and just said 'his wife' was ready and wished me a good time and then what came next you know."
Whew, that was quite a shock. You would never have expected that, never. Pascal asked if everything was okay and if my questions were answered. "Yes, yes, I do need to process this, but even though it sounds crazy, it's still believable."
"Do you have something to drink?" asked Pascal suddenly. "Yeah, sure, wait a minute." You go to the kitchen for a glass of water. What Pascal doesn't know, it's not really good between you yet. You had imagined that if you saw him again someday, you would want to take revenge in a similar way. But not on the evil way, but you wanted to fuck him. You wanted the cock that had brought you to orgasm and without aids.
You notice how your crotch gets wet when you think about his spanking. You thought about different things that would happen if you met and imagined different scenarios. One of them had to do with you offering him something to drink. For this you had gotten yourself KO drops. You always had them in your handbag. Andreas thought they were eye drops
Well, anyway, now you drip a few of them into his glass, stir briefly, ready. "Here is only water, hope that's okay?", you ask Pascal as you hand him the glass. "Yes, of course, thank you, I'm so thirsty," he said and drank the whole glass. You were curious to see what would happen next. You had informed yourself about the KO drops etc., but you had not used them yet. You didn't want to do that to Andreas. That is why you are now watching Pascal very closely. According to the dosage he should become very sleepy.Why didn't you just ask him if he wanted to sleep with me again? Here comes the revenge into play and you made this situation simply horny, even when you had thought it up. Perhaps a somewhat perverse streak? Not infrequently you had thought about it when you had sex with Andreas and thereby came even wetter and not infrequently violently to climax.
And now he sits there and slowly realizes that something is wrong. "Hmm, maybe I should have let him sit on the sofa, you think, but oh, I'll get him over. Maybe I'll pull him onto the bed too." You feel yourself getting horny and that this moisture is spreading between your legs and that even though he hasn't even stepped away yet. When may it be so far? It can't take much longer. He stammers "Something is wrong, I feel so funny, what..." and already he slides slowly from the dining room chair.
Now the time has come, Pascal is lying on the floor in front of you. He looks very peaceful, as if he is sleeping. You grab him by the arms and pull him into the bedroom. "Ok, I had imagined this to be easier", you think to yourself, but you manage it. Once in the bedroom, it takes an act of violence to get him onto the bed.
A bit out of breath you look at your "prey". For so long you had imagined this situation in your fanaticism and now it is really true. Now he is lying in front of you on the bed. He had already taken off the shirt himself, at the confession. You take off the T-shirt. Then the pants. This will also take some strength, since he wears a slightly tighter pair of jeans. But that won't stop you now. Pascal is completely out of it. "I hope I didn't give him too many drops?", you think. But he is breathing, so all is well.
Pascal is now wearing only his boxer shorts. You leave them on for him. Because now you undress for the time being.
Naked, you now stand in front of the bed and look at Pascal. He is slightly muscular, has a hairy chest, is tanned and probably often goes to the beach, you think, but he also has a small belly. You estimate him to be in his mid-30s, but you don't care. You run your finger through your pussy. It is moist, no wet. You tremble briefly auvor excitement. Soon your pussy will take this cock in itself, will ride him and if all goes well also bring to squirt. And you also hope for your redemptive orgasm.
You lie down next to Pascal, he breathes calmly. You have one hand in his hair and the other one tickles his chest hair. You go to his ear with your mouth and nibble it carefully. You whisper to him, even if he can't hear you at the moment, "Today comes my sweet revenge. Today I will fuck you and steal your sperm. Then we are even." At these words you almost come, so horny makes you this whole situation.
Now your left hand slowly goes over his boxer shorts. You stroke his cock which is actually already half stiff, probably due to the caresses. "Hmm, there it is" you moan. Then you take off his boxer shorts. Now you see his semi-stiff and immediately you feel a horny tugging in your pussy. You want him..., but not yet. You stroke his cock very tenderly and take him in your mouth. You suck on him, lick his glans and jerk him, always alternately. You can't get enough of him and suddenly you feel the perverted twitching, he comes. Immediately you take his cock deep into your mouth and lick very slowly over his glans. Then Pascal comes directly in your mouth. His pelvis rises slightly and he makes cooing noises and then his hot cum squirts down your throat. You are a little surprised how much it is, but his juice tastes good and so you try to keep as much as possible in your mouth and swallow. You lick his spanking clean and to your amazement he stays completely stiff. That's how women love it, always ready, you think and have to smile yourself at this thought.
You now squat over his cock. Then you take him in your hand, jerk him briefly and bring him to your pussy. "Yessss, that's it" you moan while you slowly, almost in slow motion, lower yourself onto him. Pascal's cock is now deep inside you. You moan out, the feeling is too horny. "Finally your cock is in my pussy, I'm going to fuck you now, I'm so horny" then you lift and lower your pelvis. "Yes, yes, I'm going to fuck you, do you feel it?" you horny yourself, but Pascal breathes calmly and continues to have his eyes closed. You are riding faster and faster now and then "Jaa, oh I'm cumming, I'm almost ready...I...ahhhh....oh I'm cumming..." You have a violent orgasm. He almost knocks you out. Everything goes soft in your legs. But it's so beautiful. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. You are still moaning softly. Pascal has not yet come again. His stiff cock is still deep in your pussy.
Then something happens that you did not expect. In the middle of your resting phase Pascal wakes up and registers what is happening. But you don't notice it because you have closed your eyes. He grabs you all at once and turns you over on the bed. You are now lying on your stomach in front of him, you are startled. Pascal spreads your legs and immediately pushes his hard cock into your pussy. He immediately starts to fuck you hard. He pushes his cock harder and harder into your wet hole. You moan and scream because you immediately feel your next orgasm rolling towards you. "Well, is this what you wanted? You could have asked," Pascal moans to you. "Yessss, I wanted you to fuck me, fuck me, oh yeah, do me" you moan back. He pushes his cock further and further into your pussy and then you climax for the second time, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ahhh, yessss" again your orgasm is violent, it really shakes your body. Pascal takes no heed, but fucks you hard further through.
But then it is also with him so far, he pushes off at once, pulls his cock out of you, moans and squirts you his hot sperm on the back. He squirts three, four times. Long white trails of cum splash onto your back. You also have a third orgasm, albeit a smaller one.
"You're a woman to me, all you had to do was ask!" he says when he's caught his breath. "Then it wouldn't have been so horny, you don't understand," you answer him. "Now we're even?" asks Pascal. "Yes, even, thank you... Don't be angry with me, but I don't want to see you again, even though it was hot. I don't want to lose my family, it's not worth it to me. And my husband is very suspicious, he would find out sooner or later." Pascal put his clothes back on and said: "No problem, I don't live here anymore, I'm moving to Kiel to my girlfriend and she wouldn't be happy if she found out about us. He gave you another kiss and disappeared from the apartment. You have not seen him again until today.