I hope you enjoy the story. I went with a psychological boundary as the history builds that I think many will ascertain interesting.
~gaggedKitty

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A tall, slender brunette just past her 19th birthday sat raw and staring at the bbl of a gun.

"Please, Sir. Don't hurt us."

"Be quiet and listen !"said the man, his face distorted behind the masque. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next Book like a drowning woman glimpsing an island.

"Whether you two live or die depends on you."

The night had all started out with the nonesuch escort, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a movie and then ice skating in the car park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a foreign smell as they entered the animation room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where things began to slur.

backbone in the pose, Kylee was all too mindful of their capturer sitting fully clothed in the chair opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to play affair smart. He had yet to convalesce from the seismic disturbance of waking up naked with his helpless girl, tied to a chair in some unknown stead. He was bound to a caning chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his foundation were tied all-inclusive apart and his wrists were bound by Mexican valium knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's capturer was maybe 6'5, his vocalism almost as rough as a chainsaw, his blue-green eyes mesmerizing yet cold. He had introduced himself only as ‘ Kray.'

"Do you know why you're here ?"

Kylee wanted to say ‘ Because you're a sick madman ? ’, then quickly thought better of it.

"No. Oh god, please just let us go ! We won't tell anyone, I swear. spirit, we don't want any hassle. delight !"

The man who called himself Kray wore a melanize vest which matched his dark camo gasp and glazed black rush. He gestured with the Glock shooting iron, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his representative.

"Next time when I ask a question, I expect a simple resolution. No more whining, unless you want to be punished - understand ?"

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The occult captor got up out of his chair and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her mamilla, causing the barest tremor of soreness, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal reply, little girl. Yes or no ? And call up me ‘ Master'while you're at it delight. I think you'll regain my explanation for kidnapping you quite…unsettling, and not in the way you might expect."

"Yes,"Kylee whimpered."No whining. I understand, M-master. May I please ask a interrogative now ?"

The gruff-toned man shook his head, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her innocent eyes.

"No. For now you just listen. A individual's need are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick lusus naturae,'a unsubdivided bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's cheek, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clitoris ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To deliver a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her dead body responded in ways that were not unwished-for, not to the primeval instinct now starting to fire everywhere throughout her immature torso. She bit her lip and tried to dismiss her torso's answer to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"captain Kray said."I have my own set of principle, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hired man up thankfully away from her puss - although part of her felt a distinguishable sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her supple breasts instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your swain, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found oddment vying with her care despite herself. What in the creation was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her brain for any connection this man might consume to her, or to her family.

"20 years ago your founder convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was innocent of… It took them the better theatrical role of a decennary to acquit me. The lab tech made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA lucifer. Not that your sire cared, mind you. After years struggling through red mag tape and filing ingathering, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight class of my spirit - time I'll never get back, and I have your forefather to give thanks for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The idea made her go frigidity. Could it be that her father had created a monster through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about various grammatical case over the days. Everyone was human being. Mistakes were that inevitable piece of the human condition no amount of applied science could extinguish. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's heart.

"I'm sorry that happened to you…I truly am. But -"

"muteness !"He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eye. Only when he had seemed to simmer down down and take the gun away did she dare to open them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 years. I had recently asked her to get hitched with me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the stranger's center, because they were no longer coldness. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. call up for a moment."He let the secretiveness lace the air with a forbiddance intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his mitt reassumed its office between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to produce delicious sensations that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

"Please…"she sighed, but her tit were hardening and her breaths were quickening.

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple word. I asked for clemency, for compassion, when I took the standstill in that court. I asked for bare understanding, and do you recognize what your father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's physical structure went cold even as the vestige of foreplay somehow persisted, her pussy still lovesome, instinctually yearning for that paw to return despite her reverence.

"Maybe I should perpetrate the initiation right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words knack, watching her intently. She stared at the nighttime, lethal weapon system pressed between her second joint. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her legs wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your revenge. I remember my father talking about your caseful. I remember the guilt eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to locomote on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying Book which told a sentiment rooted in some the true, although she obviously wanted to hold out. In the second of her fear, trying to save both her life and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply touch man office way. She couldn't think of anything else that might serve the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of number jolt in his heart - one of the few things his masquerade party couldn't pelt.

"You are a foreign female child,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his costless manus, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating sensations which seemed to numb her remaining awe."Of all the things I expected to come from those somewhat lips, of the ten million variations of plea I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"he said, watching her expressive side as she closed her oculus and shuddered, her cunt responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a little as he worked her twat more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her estrus. Kray glanced upward, his stare straying just above Kylee's shoulder joint. The girl was almost certain that their capturer was looking at her boyfriend's furious facial expression. She could feel Marcus's eubstance rigid underneath her, whether more from pain or awe, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't motion and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to palpate a lilliputian like a wounded panther. Deadly and with motivations totally unlike than any sane human being being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own case of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a light that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My aphrodisiacal little captive asks a good question. To be fair, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a trenchant possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her cunt, his finger slick with her gathering succus as she made herself slow down and just bring the maven he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's display, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the joy he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human involvement was almost always a good thing…even now. In her brute behaviour class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even foeman had sex with one another to convert belligerent tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should possess left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a bizarre sense of Hope. [ Place of Editing ]

"I can't stop consonant you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself enough credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at font note value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only if compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious spirit, a thought-provoking tone, and it had the desired essence. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked expression seemed to contort again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smartness, little kick. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

"No, unless simply stating the truth can be called ‘ manipulation ’."

This brass in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a brass. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of sentiment further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your boyfriend's cock. You can have intercourse as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his nonchalant suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussycat felt corneous thanks to his tormenting succor. The opinion of a long, hard cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the estimation of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added incentive. She wiggled her bound wrists, stroking her hand up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a arugula. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too quick for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the radix of her young man's phallus.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's peter. It sat there like a glistening gem as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe figure down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing inches of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and naturalness somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the tough, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the flavor of Marcus's length as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a little each time she bottomed out on her young man's tidal bore manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give tot up momentum each meter she sat down on the young man's cock. Her mammilla were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of perfection that told of her arousal. original Kray's regard strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in thought. They snapped back to the here and now just as suddenly, fully cognisant, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an angle into Kylee's neck. furore had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the perspicacious, level-headed Kylee more of a ardour's dying breathing time as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to resile up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more notion now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic muff as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his calamus it glistened with her succus.

"You slight hussy. You think that by giving me a good fuck-show with your beau, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded centre to meet his as delight continued to mount.

"You tell me, Master. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To present shame and guilt and rue ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ normal'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything former than appreciation and gratitude to have this chance to draw love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturb man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the inconvenience of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd wrinkle to affair.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to proffer a strange advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's antagonism with none of her own.

"You make no sense !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck opening and took a footstep back. He just stood there, watching Kylee swelling Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to flow, filling the basement with her scent.

"If there is one thing I've learned, young and inexperienced as I am, it's that one someone's sense is not the same as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his masque, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some undetectable emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled brass. A tight cicatrix ran down the lower one-half of his left cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a nerve that still retained a handsome quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His finger made lazy roach around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gaze intimately locked.

"O.K., fornicatress. You want to know the Sojourner Truth ?"

"Yes, professional,"she said, her body singing with joy as she slid down Marcus's prick, feeling every inch of him graze her mingy wetness as she began to lose herself in the throe of warmth."Please… Tell me."

The hefty, middle-aged man leaned over, whispering in Kylee's ear.

"I was going to rape you in forepart of your boyfriend and then kill you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into reality. The truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even shut to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your father's crime at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to feature my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a red ink for words, his grimace clouded over. Kylee's slender nudeness humped faster now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the glibness of her cunt, the audio of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, adulteress, come on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad optic of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her mosh her hips down. Marcus's stopcock vanished inside her damp high temperature, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her organic structure like an incursive U. S. Army. The gorgeous brunet cooed as her body shuddered, her kitty-cat convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her fink echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her coming continued for long, cherished moments, until at last her shivering, defenseless figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasance shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his rigid hammer now gratis. She licked her sass and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her mammilla hardened to painful, rapturous stage.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would loose the two of you no issue what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to deliver this control over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the retribution I needed,"he finished with a dark, rueful chortle."That sounds completely sick, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her hips a minuscule as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded shaft.

"No, not completely,"she offered."weirdo to most mass, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assist it. She could find the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his ire wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the like reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly smell disgrace. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's rooster was duncish, scant than Marcus's. Like all Male stopcock when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a masterful sculpture formed of flesh. ‘ Just one More foretoken that I'm not normal,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this distressed man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her can and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bail bond, writhing on the president as his manhood spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her interior both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a contented sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your seed,'she thought. Maybe the climax would take the edge off Marcus'fear and calm him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her slit as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the heading of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her lip, her knife cradled the underside of his tool, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her whisker away from her face, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous young lady came up off of his prick. She licked her chops, tasting the man's pre-cum.

Kray hesitated before he spoke."If I let you go, you and I both know what will happen."

Kylee nodded."I report this to the police force. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His face twisted, questioning."Yet you're unforced to do this ?"His smell was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The innocent girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would offer a shaving of damages for the fault her begetter had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terminal figure. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or turn away to face it. Marcus would have to empathise, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could make for through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring daughter leaned forward again, taking the hammer of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm sucks by twirling her spit around the tip of Kray's penis, making him moan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nozzle burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his putz inside her mouth. Feeling his excitation, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping sounds that echoed through the elbow room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the unbelief that must clearly be etched on his face.

She thought only of the troubled man to whom she gave this one gift of pleasure, her tongue caressing his cock until he cried out, his legs nearly buckling.

"Yes, Kylee. take my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her brow, sass, and chin as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hand as he continued to paint her lissome cones with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunet whose upper body and face glistened with the grounds of his lust.

He took one last glance at her absolvitory eyes, sensing some kind of strange gratification there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if passkey Kray might say a Bible or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chairwoman behind him and took a huge footstep back. He seemed to be having some intragroup debate before he spoke.

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison or not, I'll give myself a decent promontory start and a probability for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rarified smile."At least this clip if I go to prison it will be to read responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a merry chase first."

He took Kylee over to another professorship and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the foot of the two chairs so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handwork for a fade moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's tail end lip with the pad of his pollex, his former hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked purulent one last prison term.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge complete now. goodby, Kylee Edmund Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

Kylee offered the trace of a grin, masking the pity in her eyes."Whatever happens, I hope you find what you're looking for. I hope you find what gives you peace."

*****

Epilogue…

The succeeding evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another return. individual had anonymously tipped off the police on the twain's enslavement after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the sanction in whatever way they could, the swain and girlfriend drove habitation in silence. The urban center had a haunted feeling to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the house with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the foyer and toss away his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing H2O, jumping in eagerly to finger its cleansing ghost. Her mind was a jumbal of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a inscrutable, mind-purging breath.

‘ I did what I had to do…No wait…no, that's not it,'she realized. Kylee suddenly knew without a doubt that she'd done no more or no less than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost awful part of all this. She closed her hazel-brown optic and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chair, her hands bound behind her back while Master Kray watched them nooky.

She sincerely hoped that the constabulary caught Kray before his disturbed mind turned to something more dangerous, seeking revenge against someone else. Yet she didn't regret the pleasure she'd shared with Marcus or, scarily enough, even with Kray.

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to sense this way. She should finger shock, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what society taught that all dupe should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal flavour. Some victims of sexual mastery might very well finger traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as infirm. But she was a different variety of animate being. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought painfulness. She had never felt more alive. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and rife captor, that had made her lineage dog pound frantically through her nervure, and not mainly out of fear. agitation, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the cascade now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled cabbage. The naked fille turned, her middle flaring as Marcus yanked her from the cascade, dragged her to the sleeping room and threw her onto the mild quilt.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

"What the nether region was that ?"Marcus exploded."You think I enjoyed watching you suck a strange man's cock ? Seeing the enjoyment you got from that ?"he said.

Kylee abruptly sat up, the trend making her chest jiggle in a perturb way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing aura on her fellow's grimace. He had been tranquil and preoccupied during the movement menage. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and primary as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his hired man pinned her wrists to either side. His hard cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for estimable mensuration, and his breathing time tickled her cheek, hot against her aspect.

"William Tell me, what were you thinking as you sucked that psycho's gumshoe ? Hmm ? William Tell me !"

Kylee was at a loss for words, so she reached for the alone thing that seemed to put up any hope for redemption. Simple sincerity.

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was pleasance, because I think there's a healing soupcon to pleasure even in the most difficult office ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his strong helping hand. He brought his face close to hers, their mouth only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her newly dampen sex. Her snatch thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her nitty-gritty, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular soundbox covered her slender nakedness like the staring blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her rima oris, her boob feeling sparks of energy as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her tit hardened into little pinkish buds that grazed her beau's chest as he threw his coxa forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato music with her lilting moans threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful oculus, your sexy mouthpiece, your mouth-watering titmouse, your perfect smiling - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to have it off you raw all night long to teach you that lesson, consider me, I will. You can numerate on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's cock it made me so tempestuous ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his hawkshaw made me feel…"

Marcus's words trailed off, drowned out by the measure of their eubstance, his ball slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her work force to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, babe. roll in the hay me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her beau's eyes, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could go for.

"Okay…fine, red cent you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the stallion duration of his shaft nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectorals, teasing his mammilla with two firm collar.

"Well…I'm waiting,"she said, a smile tugging at her sassing."You'll admit what ?"

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those impossible tidings.

"It was HOT, okay ? It was such a turn on, seeing you pleasure him like that…seeing your hold on him and how you could turn him into putty in your hands."

"You mean in my mouth ?"she teased, giving her swain a mischievous wink.

Marcus rolled his eye."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her cunt for another delicious thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force play, her body melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help score out the tormenting, climbing nightshade memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's humanity.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her sexy ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his cock inside her moist heat as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her work force behind his skull as she groaned, her snatch gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasms firing in angry burst, her slender frame wracked by tortuous pleasure as the orgasm left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his penis lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right, cute adulteress. You're mine, and I'm going to get laid on every inch of you until you never block it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ right hand back at you,'she thought. Kylee's brim formed the touch of a grin as she closed her center and breathed in the aroma of the man she loved, a man who was willing to recognise that sex and guilt trip didn't have to live in the Sami universe of discourse.



THE END.

Author's bill :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met multitude who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so component part of the reason I wrote this write up was to try to say that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justness. Anyway, to all my kind reader, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty