I hope you enjoy the floor. I went with a psychological edge as the story builds that I think many will find interesting.
~gaggedKitty

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

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

"Be quiet and listen !"said the man, his facial expression distorted behind the masquerade. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her center shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his following words like a drowning woman glimpsing an island.

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

The night had all started out with the ideal date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a pic and then ice skating in the ballpark. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her spine to her flat. She remembered a strange olfactory perception as they entered the livelihood elbow room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where thing began to blur.

back in the present, Kylee was all too cognizant of their captor sitting fully clothed in the professorship opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to recreate things smart. He had yet to retrieve from the blow of waking up naked with his lost girlfriend, tied to a chair in some terra incognita blank space. He was bound to a wicker chairwoman, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrist were tied behind her back. The new man's pectoral stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied astray apart and his wrists were bound by rope knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you get laid why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a black undershirt which matched his non-white camo gasp and shiny disgraceful flush. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his representative.

"Next fourth dimension when I ask a interrogative sentence, I expect a simple answer. No more whining, unless you want to be punished - understand ?"

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The mysterious capturer got up out of his death chair and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her nipple, causing the plain shudder of discomfort, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal answer, lady friend. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll recover 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 doubtfulness now ?"

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

"No. For now you just mind. A person's motives are composite. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick monstrosity,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his deal down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough insistence 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 mortify ! Yet her eubstance responded in ways that were not unwished-for, not to the primal inherent aptitude now starting to give notice everywhere throughout her young dead body. She bit her lip and tried to discount her physical structure's reply to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The Truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"victor Kray said."I have my own set of rationale, Kylee, and I will keep abreast them, you can be sure of that."He slid his paw up thankfully away from her cunt - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of dashing hopes - cupping one of her supple bosom instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found curiosity vying with her concern despite herself. What in the world was this psychotic person talking about ? She wracked her brain for any connector this man might have to her, or to her sept.

"XX old age ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a adult female, a crime I was free of… It took them the sound share of a 10 to discharge me. The lab technical school made a misunderstanding that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your sire cared, judgment you. After class struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight days of my life - meter I'll never get back, and I have your Church Father to give thanks for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go cold. Could it be that her don had created a monster through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling tremendous about respective casing over the years. Everyone was man. Mistakes were that inevitable part of the man shape no total of technology could exterminate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's eyes.

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

"Silence !"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 calm down and take the gun away did she dare to open them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was somebody I loved. We had been together for 3 years. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to hold ignited the stranger's eyes, because they were no thirster cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. intend for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a forbidding saturation, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his handwriting reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to make delightful aesthesis that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple word. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for uncomplicated savvy, and do you know what your father gave me in payoff ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her stage. Kylee's torso went cold even as the vestige of rousing somehow persisted, her pussy still affectionate, instinctually yearning for that deal to fall despite her care.

"Maybe I should pull the induction right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the intelligence bent, watching her intently. She stared at the iniquity, deadly weapon pressed between her second joint. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her leg wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your retaliation. I remember my Fatherhood talking about your font. 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 lifespan. I get that. If this is what you need to do to go on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her awe, saying words which told a sentiment rooted in some accuracy, although she obviously wanted to experience. In the minute of her fear, trying to save both her life and Marcus's, the clean-handed female child decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the berth, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flair of add impact in his centre - one of the few things his mask couldn't hide.

"You are a unusual young lady,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hired man, gently rubbing at her clit to produce intoxicating hotshot which seemed to numb her remaining fear."Of all the matter I expected to come from those pretty lip, of the ten million sport of plea I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her optic and shuddered, her pussy responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a little as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her fellow's furious face. She could feel Marcus's body fixed underneath her, whether more from anguish or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to sizz at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't move and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their capturer had started to feel a little like a wounded jaguar. Deadly and with motivations totally unlike than any sane man being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own character of reality. She felt a hint of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see matter 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 aphrodisiac small captive asks a good question. To be honest, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a distinct possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the backtalk as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his unloosen mitt pumped harder into her snatch, his finger slick with her gathering juice as she made herself relax and just take the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down down on notion of guilty conscience. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the pleasure he gave her, just take on it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking homo closeness was almost always a unspoilt thing…even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to get over conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive trend into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a gonzo sense of hope. [ blank space of Editing ]

"I can't stoppage you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"the beautiful brunet said."But I don't think you give yourself plenty credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a odd expression, a challenging look, and it had the desired effect. Kray drew back, cocking his mind.

His masked face seemed to tinge again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, short bitch. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

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

This hardihood in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that communication channel of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to climb your beau's prick. You can make out as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his daily hint. Yet she couldn't deny that her slit felt horny thanks to his tormenting succour. The thought of a long, hard turncock inside her definitely didn't soften her booze, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added bonus. She wiggled her bounds wrists, stroking her hired man up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing good with the velocity of a rocket engine. The spear of chassis was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the radix of her young man's penis.

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

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to restrain her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, sea captain,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's duration 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 swain's eager humanity.

Kray could not see Kylee's manpower clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give sum momentum each fourth dimension she sat down on the offspring man's hammer. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of paragon that told of her arousal. overlord 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 aware, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an slant into Kylee's neck. cult had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee Sir Thomas More of a fire's dying intimation as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to bound up and down her swain's phallus, moaning with more feeling now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic muff as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his prick it glistened with her juices.

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

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to forgather his as delight continued to hop on.

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

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ rule'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very unlike way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than admiration and gratitude to possess this chance to cause love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a sick 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 seam to thing.

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

"You make no sense !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's jibe as her twat cream continued to flow, filling the cellar with her scent.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masquerade party, tossing it aside as his center flashed with some undetectable emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled aspect. A tight scrape ran down the gloomy half of his leave alone cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome character from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His finger's breadth made lazy circles around her pap now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their regard intimately locked.

"okey, slut. You want to lie with the truth ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's irradiation, feeling every inch of him rake her tight wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heat."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in front of your boyfriend and then pop you both. But the accuracy is that that phantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into realism. The the true is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even close to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your sire's crime at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to possess my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for quarrel, his typeface clouded over. Kylee's slim nudity humped firm now, squeezing the shaft between her branch as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slipperiness of her bitch, the speech sound of wetness and sexual intercourse filling the room.

"Go ahead, jade, add up on your boyfriend's dick. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her hip down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat energy, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her soundbox like an incursive ground forces. The gorgeous brunet cooed as her dead body shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck opening snapped back, her fink echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious import, until at last her shivering, naked shape stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the female child's face.

When she opened her middle again she saw that her capturer had dropped his gasp, his unbending shaft now unloose. She licked her backtalk and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, rapturous points.

"I won't forcefulness you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would eject the two of you no topic what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to have got this controller over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a wickedness, remorseful chuckle."That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her pelvic arch a lilliputian as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his slit cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."weirdo to virtually people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could feel the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his ire wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the heading. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same cause she couldn't bring herself to truly tone pity. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instinct retain control.

Kray's cock was thickly, shorter than Marcus's. Like all Male shaft when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused quill was like a masterful sculpture formed of flesh. ‘ Just one more preindication that I'm not rule,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this shake up man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's rooster once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish stemma. All of a sudden her beau was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the president as his manhood spurted its precious fond cum deeply towards the girl's uterus.

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

Now she looked up at maestro Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical ascendance over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her cunt as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the header of his cock with her back talk. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her lip, her tongue cradled the undersurface of his hammer, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping rima oris kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her face, helping her as she sucked his turncock lovingly. After what seemed an timelessness, the gorgeous girl came up off of his cock. 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. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His case twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His step was edged with incredulity 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 sliver of restoration for the misunderstanding her father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would ingest to empathize, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could turn through all of it. Now Marcus knew the the true, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a effective thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm suction by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her backtalk tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every column inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his fervor, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her rima oris forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping auditory sensation that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his side.

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

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

He took one endure glance at her forgiving eyes, sensing some kind of strange expiation there, and for a consequence it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the hot seat behind him and took a huge whole step back. He seemed to be having some internal argument 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 right head start and a fortune for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled side broke out in a rare grin."At least this time if I go to prison it will be to take responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a zippy chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two electric chair so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other mitt slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked pussy one last fourth dimension.

"I guess I'll see my revenge complete now. Goodbye, Kylee Edmund Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be severe to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The next evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the trace night. Although their trial by ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police force on the couple's imprisonment after 12 agonizing hours. After helping the regime in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove menage in silence. The metropolis had a haunted tactile property to it, shrouded in Moon, 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 flung his winder down on the kitchen countertop without a Good Book. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her mind was a clutter of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to rip up and took a cryptic, mind-purging breather.

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

She sincerely hoped that the law caught Kray before his disturbed mind turned to something more dangerous, seeking retaliation 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 finger this way. She should experience traumatized, crippled by guilt feelings. Or was that just what society taught that all victims 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 formula feelings. Some victims of sexual domination might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as light. But she was a different kind of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alive. The closeness, that forbidden dynamic of subservient captive and dominant captor, that had made her pedigree British pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. turmoil, craze.

Marcus stepped into the exhibitor now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled lolly. The naked girl turned, her oculus flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the gentle comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

"What the Inferno 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 apparent motion making her breasts jiggle in a distracting way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the blowup, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing nimbus on her young man's face. He had been quiet and bemused during the driveway home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elementary as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his au naturel body covering hers as his hands pinned her carpus to either slope. His hard prick grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for sound measuring, and his breathing place tickled her cheek, hot against her font.

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

Kylee was at a loss for discussion, so she reached for the only thing that seemed to provide any hope for salvation. simple seriousness.

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was pleasure, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most difficult situations ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or legal injury, 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 custody. He brought his case close to hers, their lips only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanour suddenly shifted geartrain. He readjusted his hips, driving his dick into her fresh washed sex. Her puss thrummed with a million star as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, brawny body covered her slender openness like the perfect mantle, and he began pumping inside her even as his sass found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her white meat feeling light of vitality as their consistence re-joined again and again and again. Her pap hardened into little pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's dresser as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato music with her lilting moan threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your kitty belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering tits, your perfect grinning - ALL of those go to me. If I have to do it you raw all Nox long to learn you that lesson, believe me, I will. You can look on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's hammer it made me so angry ! 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 Scripture trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their consistence, his testicles slapping against her thigh as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tautness. She moaned happily, clasping her hired man to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, infant. shag me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me take in Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as Wyrd as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A fille could hope.

"Okay…fine, tinker's dam you charwoman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt unknown to Kylee because lag she was feeling the stallion length of his irradiation nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pecs, teasing his teat with two firm pinches.

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

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those out of the question Word.

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

"You mean in my rima oris ?"she teased, giving her swain a wicked wink.

Marcus rolled his centre."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her boldness for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his shot plunged into her puss for another delicious thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in forcefulness, her dead body melting in his branch as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing nooky might help rub out the tormenting, shrubby bittersweet 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 peter inside her moist heating system as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her work force behind his skull as she groaned, her twat gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasm firing in wild outburst, her slender frame wracked by knotty pleasure as the climax 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 slit.

"Mmmm…that's right, cunning slut. You're mine, and I'm going to love on every inch of you until you never forget it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ right hand back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the ghost of a grin as she closed her center and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to be in the same universe.



THE END.

Author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the news report. I've met citizenry who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so part of the rationality I wrote this write up was to try to word that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my form proofreader, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fancy. Always follow your ambition, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty