The Stolen Girl

by Samantha Westlake

  “You know, I always seem to find you in your pajamas,” Roads remarked as we broke apart for air. “Do you wear any other clothes?”

  I slid off of him, standing up and tugging my shirt up over my head. “Sometimes I don’t wear any clothes at all!” I replied as my foot swung back to kick the bedroom door shut. And to immediately prove my point, I tossed my shirt off and sashayed out of my pants as I shimmied back to bed. By the time I reached the edge of my bed, my pajama bottoms were a bundle around my ankles, which I delicately stepped out of. I climbed back on top of Roads, now fully and gloriously nude.

  As I had stripped down, the man’s eyes had widened and his smile had grown. Now that I was within reach, he didn’t even bother with talking any more; his hands were immediately on me. I shivered as they ran up and down me, exploring my curves, sliding over my breasts and dipping between my thighs.

  Tightening around my ass, Roads leaned back and hauled me forward, pulling me up so that I was kneeling right above his head. He lifted his head and I felt his stubble brushing against and tickling the insides of my thighs as he nuzzled me. His tongue slid out, and I gasped as I felt it running up and down the outside of my pussy. He found my clit and flicked at it with the tip of his tongue, and I nearly collapsed down on top of him with pleasure.

  As he licked and probed at me, I gazed down at his body laid out in front of me, still covered by his jeans and white tee. Leaning forward and reaching down, I fumbled with the clasp at his waist. My fingers wouldn’t stop trembling from the attention he was paying to my pussy, and it took several attempts before I was able to get the top button undone and pull down the zipper.

  I few more tugs, and once again, his cock was out for me to admire. “Oh, I’ve been dreaming about this,” I said aloud, reaching down and gently taking it with one hand. And it was true; after coming home, I had been plagued by dreams. Half of them had been nightmares in which Slammer appeared again, somehow free from jail and back to finish what he had tried before. But the other half of them had been filled with Roads, muscled and sweaty and taking me, and I had always woken from those hot and flushed, my loins aching. Now, those good dreams were playing out in real life!

  Roads’ mouth was a little occupied, but he let out a murmur of assent between my thighs. I leaned a little further forward, pressing my tits down against the man’s stomach as I brought my head down to his cock. Moistening my lips with my tongue, I gently kissed the tip of his big cock, feeling its tightness inside my mouth.

  As my lips slid around the head of his dick, I heard Roads gasp beneath me. His hands, planted on the curves of my ass, dug in deeper and squeezed. This unspoken encouragement was enough to make me slide his cock into my mouth deeper, trying to take as much as possible. I couldn’t fit it all inside, but I pushed forward until it was nearly hitting the back of my throat.

  For a couple minutes we remained like that, the man beneath me lapping at my pussy as I sucked him off, but I could feel Roads itching for more. And after a few more sucks, he pulled his hands up to grab me around the waist and lifted me off of him. “I can’t stand it any longer,” he panted as he flipped over on top of me. “Oh, Beth, I have to have you.”

  “Take me,” I moaned back to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. The man paused for a moment to strip off the rest of his clothing, showing me all of those shapely and well-formed muscles encircling his torso and running up and down his arms and legs. And then he was back on top of me, kissing at my lips, grinding against my hips. It was really going to happen...

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  It was just Roads and me, alone in my room, and we were now both naked. The big man was on top of me, aroused and ready, about to finally take my virginity. I wanted him, needed him to take me with every fiber of my being.

  My breath was coming in quick, shallow gasps as I felt that cock grinding between my legs. It rubbed up and down, parting the lips of my vulva, coating itself in my ready wetness. I wanted him inside me so badly.

  “Are you ready?” Roads asked, his voice intoxicating as his hot exhalation slid over my ear and neck. The man was still being hesitant, gentle, even this close to the object of his desire. He cared so much about me.

  I slid my hand down between his thighs, grabbing at his cock, pulling it up until the head breached my hole. “Oh, yes,” I gasped, feeling the tip of his shaft enter me. “Yes, I want you! I love you!”

  As these last words slipped out, I froze. Oh my god. I hadn’t meant to say that! It was too soon, too sudden. Above me, I felt Roads stiffen as well, pausing and freezing, even though the tip of his penis was still anchored inside me. He pulled his head back a little, gazing down at me. “Really?” he asked.

  I hadn’t meant to say that, but now that it was out in the open, I realized that it was true. “Yes,” I nodded, my eyes wide as I gazed back up at him. “I really do.”

  Roads held there for what felt like an eternity, staring back down at me. I shrank back a little, suddenly terrified of how he might respond. What if he rejected me? But finally, mercifully, his lips pulled up into a beaming smile. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I love you too,” he replied ruefully.

  My smile widened along with his. I reached up and grabbed at his neck, using my weight to pull him down close to me, his head pressing against my shoulder. “Then prove it,” I whispered into his ear, grinding my hips up and against him.

  It took no further urging. Slowly, his movements measured but irresistible, Roads slid deeper and deeper into me, his cock spreading me open as it penetrated inside my pelvis. I tilted my head back and moaned, awash in the new sensation. There was a little bit of pain, definitely, as he stretched me out. I had masturbated before, put my fingers inside myself, but I’d never felt anything nearly as long or thick - and I felt as though I was being stretched to my limits, nearly about to rip. But at the same time, that sensation of fullness was intoxicating, and little shocks of pleasure were coursing up and down my spine.

  It took a good minute for the man to finally work himself entirely inside me, but I finally felt his hips meet mine. He gazed down at me, and I could see a bit of concern on his face. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he whispered.

  I shook my head, strands of hair dancing about me. “You’re amazing,” I told him.

  Slowly, moving with the greatest of care, Roads began to pump in and out of me, gently rising and falling on top of me. I laid back, trying to move my hips in sync with his to help him. He would withdraw until his cock was nearly out of me, just the very tip still in contact with my lips, and would then reverse and come sliding back in. I was dripping wet for him, helping to lubricate his cock so that it didn’t catch but went straight in. Each thrust hit new areas inside of me, stimulating and exciting me in new ways.

  After a few strokes, Roads began to pick up speed. I could feel the muscles in his legs and buttocks standing out with exertion as he pumped back and forth, his thrusts faster and harder. He was now slamming into me with each thrust, the power pushing me up an inch or two on the bed each time. He was panting like a stallion atop me, and I couldn’t keep quiet either; my breath was now coming out in short, airy moans, punctuated by each penetration.

  Another minute, and I felt a familiar sensation starting to rise up from between my legs. I had cum before, sure, but only from touching myself. And when that had happened, I was always in control; I could stop it whenever I wanted, could go harder or faster or slower or softer as I chose. But now, for the first time, I was going to cum at the hands of someone else. My eyes were wide, but I wanted this. No, more than anything, I needed this.

  Above me, Roads had to be able to sense what was happening. I was making quick little cries now, panting but unable to get enough air. “Yes, yes!” I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as I waited for that rising wave of pleasure to overtake me.

  Roads grunted, but merely redoubled his efforts, his hips moving in circles as that massive cock dove in and out of me. I
could feel his breath, hot against my face as he worked. Finally, with one last cry, I went over the edge.

  The rush of pleasure was unlike anything that I’d ever felt before! I thought that touching myself was similar, that it would prepare me for the feel of a real orgasm. I was wrong. This was far more intense, overwhelming every other sensation and pushing me almost to the brink of pain. And although it receded after a minute, it didn’t fully fade away, staying at the edge of my perception and making me aware of every tiny movement of my limbs.

  As I opened my eyes, my boobs rising and falling on my heaving chest, Roads slowed down. His big hand slid down and ducked beneath the small of my back, grabbing me and pulling me in close to him. With me unable to move, pinned by both his arm around me and his cock inside me, Roads rolled over on the bed, ending up lying on his back with me now perched atop him, still skewered on his cock.

  “Your turn,” the man whispered to me as I gazed down at him. “Move back and forth, find out where it feels best.”

  Hesitantly, I slid my hips back and forth. To my surprise, this produced a new and different sensation! I’d never masturbated in this position, and each movement brought that big cock inside my pussy in contact with new and unexplored areas. I began grinding back and forth against this perfect man, feeling almost like a jockey atop a horse as I pushed and pulled that dick in and out of me.

  My boobs were bouncing up and down from the repetitive motion, making soft slapping sounds as they collided. As I reveled in the sensation, Roads’ hands slid up along my thighs. One hand settled firmly on my hip, helping to guide me back and forth, while the other hand ducked between my legs. His fingers, moving in time with my motions, found the hard little knob of my clit and rubbed it back and forth, adding a new level of sensation to my pleasure.

  Rocking along, I gazed down at this man, my eyes filled with love. He was my savior, the only one who had gotten me through this entire ordeal. And I wanted, more than anything, to please him. “Tell me what you want,” I panted down to the man beneath me, leaning forward to press his face into my hanging breasts.

  The man beneath me groaned with pleasure, and he nuzzled at my nipples. “Mmm,” he commented into my chest. “I want you,” he whispered back simply. He shifted his grip to tighten both hands beneath my ass, lifting me up slightly so that he could piston his pelvis up and down, in and out of me. The rapid speed of his cock made me gasp again, slumping further forward so that my chest was pressed against his.

  As Roads pistoned up and down beneath me, I sucked in air and tried to keep from screaming aloud. It had only been a couple minutes since my last orgasm, but I could already feel that tell-tale tightening in my gut that signaled that another one was coming. “Oh, god,” I gasped, my limbs tingling.

  Beneath me, Roads was also breathing more heavily, huffing and puffing as he pounded me. “I’m close, I’m close,” he gasped, his hands tightening around me and squeezing me tight against him.

  I let him squeeze me, wanting to feel him release. Roads’ motions were growing slower, more labored, but it was still more than enough to get me off. We were both about to come, both about to meld together in a giant, shared release. And I wanted to feel him finish, wanted to feel him give out in one last, explosive burst inside me.

  It only took a few more strokes. Beneath me, I heard Roads let out a moan, loud and throaty and filled with animalistic power, and his hips pushed up to grind against me. His arms, wrapped around my waist, tightened down hard to hold me firmly against him, and I felt a rush of hot wetness down inside of me, between my legs. I could feel the heat from his sweaty, raw chest as he squeezed me tightly and squished my breasts against him.

  That release, that last, deep push of his, was enough to push me over the edge as well. I cried out in sync with the man beneath me, squeezing my eyes shut and luxuriating in the heat of his body, the hot warmth pressed against me. For that moment, I felt gloriously whole and complete. I wanted that moment of perfection to last forever.

  Slowly, that orgasmic pleasure retreated from my mind, leaving me warm and flushed and happy. I lifted my head from where it was buried in Roads’ neck, gazing down at him. I knew that the glowing love I could see in his eyes was reflected back in my own. I knew that I should get up, should get cleaned off before all of my partner’s juices flowed out of me and stained my bed, but I just didn’t want to move, to break this moment.

  For a long time, we just laid there in each other’s arms. But finally, I stretched my suddenly tired limbs and hoisted myself up. I felt Roads’ wet cock, now soft and shrunken after releasing its load, slide out of me. Feeling my joints pop as I used my limbs after a long period of inactivity, I stood up and stretched my arms up over my head.

  “I’m just going to get cleaned up,” I whispered to my partner, who was still lying nude on the bed. He twisted around a little and tucked his arms behind his head, showing no shame about his exposure. He grinned, showing me a mouth of broad white teeth, and I made sure to put a little swing into my hips as I sauntered, still nude, out of my bedroom and across the hall.

  When I returned, a few minutes later, Roads had pulled on his boxers, but that big muscled chest and his shapely legs were still in glorious view. I hopped up into bed, squirming in next to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. “So now what?” I asked, my eyes already drooping as I settled into a comfortable position.

  Roads leaned in to plant a soft, caring kiss on my forehead. “Your father apparently was very impressed with your description of me,” he replied. “So I’ve been hired to be your personal bodyguard, sticking with you and keeping you safe.”

  “What about your living situation? Are you going to stay here?”

  My cuddling partner shook his head. “No, but your father did set me up with a very affordable rental, just a couple blocks away. He really does look out for you.”

  “He loves me,” I murmured, squirming in closer to press my naked body against the man. “And I love him. And you.”

  The man with his arms around me let out a deep sigh of contentment. “And I love you too,” he whispered, pulling me close.

  And for the first time in days, I finally felt totally and completely safe. My eyes closed, and my breathing soon fell into sync with the man next to me. I had survived through my nightmare, and had come out stronger and happier than ever. If it hadn’t been for my kidnapping, I never would have met this kind-hearted biker, this burly man with a kind and caring soul.

  And, happy and fulfilled, I drifted off to sleep.

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  Unfortunately, things don’t always work out quite as well in real life as they do in the stories. But sometimes, when someone is especially lucky, enough things come together to make them happy.

  And I had to admit, despite the outcome of everything, I was happy.

  The wheels of justice grind away without ceasing, but they also move slowly. Over the next few months, I had to stop by the police station a few more times, and then move over to the courthouse, where lawyers questioned me and grilled me on details about my time when I had been kidnapped. Sometimes, when I was speaking to the prosecutor, the questions were careful, safe, gently prodding at my memories without being aggressive. But when I was called in to be interrogated by the defense attorney, the questions flew hard and fast, even though my own lawyer was by my side to field any questions that strayed across those invisible and unpredictable boundaries.

  But throughout it all, I never faltered, never felt myself slipping back into that black hole of depression and sadness. And the reason for that stood just outside the room every single time, patiently waiting for me.

  True to his word, my father had agreed to hire Roads to serve as a “security consultant” - or, in other words, my personal bodyguard. My father had told me that the position was not guaranteed to be long-term, and that Roads would have his service evaluated, but I was just happy to have him by my side. He was there next to me every morning when I woke up
, and I fell asleep every night in the comfort of his big, strong arms.

  Fortunately, the lawyer that my father had hired to serve as the chief prosecutor was a very kind and understanding man - that is, when he wasn’t staring down a hostile witness or the defendant or his own lawyer. I had told the attorney my story, recounting as much detail as I could while pulling a constant stream of tissues out of the box he had handed to me as soon as I sat down. The man had remained silent the entire time, the only noise beside the sound of my voice the faint scratching of his pen. He had maintained sympathetic eye contact, only occasionally nodding or glancing down at his notes when I paused to sniffle.

  After I had finished, now sitting in a small heap of crumpled tissues filled with tears and snot, the man nodded and looked down at his notepad. “So, from the sound of this, you only want to press charges against some of these men, correct?” he asked. “I assume so, given how one of the men ended up becoming your… bodyguard.” The pause was slight, but I still caught it.

  I simply nodded, however, not wanting to have to explain more about that situation. “Slammer,” I said instead. “I want him to pay for everything he did. It was all his idea, and everyone else was all but forced to go along.”

  The attorney flipped back a few pages in his notes. “Christopher Hemmelson,” he read off. “That’s the name of the man with the alias Slammer. And yes, from the sound of things, he will our primary focus.”

  “Will there be enough evidence?” I asked, concerned. I had spent some time Googling cases similar to mine, cases of attempted rape, and had seen depressing results come out of our legal system. I hadn’t actually been raped, in the end, and there had been no doctor’s examination to verify what I claimed.

  The attorney smiled, however - a cold smile that promised that someone was going to soon be very unhappy. “Hemmelson’s blood is a positive match for the blood on your bedroom window, so we have him on the kidnapping,” he said with confidence. “And there are multiple witnesses to the attempted rape - several of the other bikers have agreed to testify against him as part of their deals to cooperate with the prosecution.”