Kidnapped Girl/John
From Create Your Own Story
It is Friday and you get off of work after what seamed and eternity. When you spoke with your wife at lunch she said she had something really special in mind, which generally mean something new to try. She is insatiable, and you love her for it. As you race home, there is too many pleasant ideas that come to mind, all of which would work just fine for you. Regardless of whatever kinky stuff she has dreamed up, you have the entire weekend to enjoy it.
You live in the country, which means the commute is hell, but also means there are no neighbors. You can screw your wife wherever you wish and make as much noise as you like. Slowly the miles pass and you finally pull onto your driveway that winds away from the road behind trees. No one from the road can see your house, which is the way you like it. You also have a relatively quick turn around, which means it does not take you long to get hard after filling one of your wife's holes with your cum.
You park in front of your house and get out of your car. You quickly slam the door and race to the front door. You open it quickly and then shut it behind you. You see a trail of your wife's clothes leading to your bedroom and find the door closes. You quickly open it and see your naked wife sitting next to a girl.
The girl is wearing a dress and has a blindfold on. She is also tied with a rope around her wrists and another around her feet to keep her from getting away. She is sobbing and trying to say something.
You look at your wife and ask, "What the hell is this?"
The girl looks in your direction and begs, between sobs, "Please...help me...mister."
Your wife smiles and says, "Look what I found. She said she was running away from home, so I brought her here. She is perfect."
You ask, not believing what your wife just said, "What do you mean?"
She says, "I am keeping her so we can live out our fantasies every day. She said she hated it at home, so we are keeping her."
The girl tries to say something, but you just look at your wife. You say, "We can't keep her, Donna."
Your wife says, "Yes we can, John. She is going to be a good little whore. She says her name is Kim, but we are going to call her Beth."
You want to say no, but the idea of fulfilling the fantasies has caused your dick to get hard. You smile and say, "Fine, but Beth is your responsibility." Your wife beams with pleasure. Before she can say anything, you ask, "How old is she?"
Your wife says Beth is:
