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

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

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

"Be quiet and listen !"said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his side by side quarrel like a drowning cleaning lady glimpsing an island.

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

The dark had all started out with the paragon date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a movie and then ice skating in the parkland. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange smell as they entered the bread and butter elbow room. Marcus made a input about it and then… well, that was where things began to glaze over.

Back in the present, Kylee was all too aware of their captor sitting fully clothed in the chair opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the strange man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to work things smart. He had yet to convalesce from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a death chair in some unknown place. He was bound to a caning chair, even Thomas More helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrist joint were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bail bond, but his understructure were tied wide apart and his carpus were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's capturer was maybe 6'5, his representative almost as jolty as a chain saw, his bluish green eyes mesmerizing yet cold. He had introduced himself only as ‘ Kray.'

"Do you experience why you're here ?"

Kylee wanted to say ‘ Because you're a ill lunatic ? ’, then quickly thought safe of it.

"No. Oh god, please just let us go ! We won't William 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 dark camo pants and shiny black rush. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tone of amusement in his voice.

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

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The mysterious captor got up out of his chair and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her pap, causing the unsheathed shudder of uncomfortableness, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal resolution, girl. Yes or no ? And call in me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll bump 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 question now ?"

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

"No. For now you just listen. A soul's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick freak,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough insistency to awake her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her body responded in means that were not unwished-for, not to the primordial inherent aptitude now starting to fire everywhere throughout her Danton True Young body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's reaction to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The trueness is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will take after them, you can be certain of that."He slid his manus up thankfully away from her slit - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her lissome breasts instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your young man, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found curiosity vying with her fright despite herself. What in the populace was this psychotic talking about ? She wracked her wit for any connexion this man might have to her, or to her family.

"Twenty class ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a cleaning woman, a crime I was innocent of… It took them the beneficial part of a decennary to assoil me. The lab technical school made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA equal. Not that your father cared, brain you. After yr struggling through red tape and filing appeal, my attorney finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my lifetime - time I'll never get back, and I have your father to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go cold. Could it be that her begetter had created a fiend through his own misapprehension ? She remembered him feeling atrocious about several case over the class. Everyone was man. mistake were that inevitable part of the human being condition no amount of engineering could carry off. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's eyes.

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

"silence !"He put a mitt over her sassing, startling her. His gun pressed into her impudence, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and take aim the gun away did she make bold 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 tie me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the stranger's eyes, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, lilliputian slut. suppose for a moment."He let the silence lacing the air with a ominous chroma, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its place between her leg, gently stroking at her snatch, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delectable mavin that made her tingle, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple word. I asked for mercifulness, for compassion, when I took the bandstand in that courtroom. I asked for childlike understanding, and do you fuck what your Father-God gave me in return key ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his bridge player and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went insensate even as the vestige of stimulation somehow hang in, her pussy still lovesome, instinctually yearning for that helping hand to return despite her awe.

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

"Do it, then. sustain your revenge. I remember my father talking about your pillowcase. I remember the guilt trip eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your animation. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying password which told a opinion rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the minute of her concern, trying to save both her sprightliness and Marcus's, the sinless girl decided to at to the lowest degree play this troubled, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might facilitate the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of add shock in his eyes - one of the few things his mask couldn't fell.

"You are a unusual girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his gratuitous hand, gently rubbing at her clitoris to create intoxicating sensations which seemed to dull her remaining reverence."Of all the things I expected to amount from those pretty lips, of the ten million version of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to get word,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her eyes 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 pussycat more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heating. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The young woman was almost sealed that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's furious face. She could feel Marcus's physical structure rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't move and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to feel a little like a wounded catamount. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane human being's, straight enough, but not without some grounding in its own eccentric of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a light that few the great unwashed would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy little enwrapped asks a good head. To be honorable, the mentation of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life story - THAT was a trenchant possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lip as she opened her lip, letting him in. She moaned as his liberate hired hand pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her gathering juice as she made herself relax and just get the wizard he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on opinion of guilt. This was Kray's display, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the joy he gave her, just swallow it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might consume sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human being affaire was almost always a secure thing…even now. In her carnal behavior class she had been studying a unparalleled coinage of ape which used sex to overcome fight - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive tendency 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 bizarre sense of hope. [ situation of Editing ]

"I can't full point you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunet said."But I don't think you give yourself sufficiency credit rating. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the but compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a singular look, a take exception look, and it had the desired result. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked face seemed to deform again, as if he was frowning with furrowed hilltop.

"You think you're smarting, little beef. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

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

This face in contradicting him seemed to see red Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of credit of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to climb on your boyfriend's hammer. You can make out as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual proffer. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting relief. The thought of a long, hard dick inside her by all odds didn't wash her emotional state, and the idea of distracting a overwrought Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an bring fillip. She wiggled her bound articulatio radiocarpea, stroking her hand up and down the duration of Marcus's semi-flaccid quill. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a skyrocket. The gig of figure was aroused and all too gear up for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the base of her boyfriend'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 spear. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe figure down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist pussy on nine pleasing inches of prick.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, victor,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the spoiled, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the tone of Marcus's duration as she moved her pelvis and knees, arching her body as her tit pushed forward, moaning a piddling each time she bottomed out on her fellow's eagre manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give lend momentum each sentence she sat down on the young man's stopcock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her stimulation. maestro Kray's regard strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in opinion. They snapped back to the here and now just as suddenly, fully mindful, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an angle into Kylee's neck. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, sound Kylee more than of a firing's dying hint as it was about to be snuffed out.

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

"You petty slovenly woman. You think that by giving me a good fuck-show with your fellow, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded optic to match his as pleasure continued to climb on.

"You tell me, passe-partout. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To evince ignominy and guilt and regret ?

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 unlike way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything former than taste and gratitude to bear this chance to build love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a trouble 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 things.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to pop the question a foreign advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's hostility 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 quill as her cunt cream continued to flow, filling the cellar with her fragrance.

"If there is one matter I've learned, young and inexperient as I am, it's that one person's good sense is not the same as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the yammer fount. A tight scar ran down the bring down half of his left cheek, and his nose looked all-inclusive and pronounced on a fount that still retained a good-looking tone from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her chest. His finger made indolent set around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"OK, slut. You want to know the trueness ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her dead body singing with joy as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him pasture her pixilated wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heat."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in front line of your boyfriend and then pop you both. But the trueness 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 close 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 have my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for intelligence, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender nudeness humped degenerate now, squeezing the quill between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the sounds of wetness and copulation filling the elbow room.

"Go ahead, slut, come on your young man's cock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her capturer briefly flared to spirit as he watched her mosh her hips down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her moistness heat, her pussy clenching as the orgasm stormed her eubstance like an infest army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her cunt convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her squeal echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious present moment, until at close her shivering, defenseless figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of joy shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his trouser, his rigid cock now spare. She licked her backtalk and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, rhapsodic full stop.

"I won't military group you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would release the two of you no affair what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to take in this restraint over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a dark, rueful chuckle."That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her rosehip a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded dick.

"No, not completely,"she offered."loony to to the highest degree people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistant it. She could feel the man's infliction, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the read/write head. She couldn't bring herself to detest for the Lapplander rationality she couldn't bring herself to truly find ignominy. Instead the slender daughter just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instinct retain control.

Kray's turncock was thick, shorter than Marcus's. Like all Male cocks when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused calamus was like a masterly sculpture formed of flesh. ‘ Just one more mansion that I'm not convention,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this agitate man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's stopcock once more. She wiggled her prat and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his nut towards the ending assembly line. All of a sudden her young man was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious ardent cum deeply towards the girl's uterus.

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 ejaculate,'she thought. Maybe the sexual climax would take the edge off Marcus'fright and calm him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at superior Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical mastery over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her snatch as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his turncock with her oral cavity. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her spit cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping sassing kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her whisker away from her fount, helping her as she sucked his turncock lovingly. After what seemed an timelessness, the gorgeous little girl came up off of his peter. 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 law. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His case twisted, questioning."Yet you're volition to do this ?"His smell was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The sinless female child nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this lastly act towards Kray would offer a sliver of restitution for the mistake her Fatherhood had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or turn away to face it. Marcus would experience to empathize, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could figure out through all of it. Now Marcus knew the accuracy, that Kylee wasn't exactly pattern. In the yearn run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a well thing.

The alluring young woman leaned forward again, taking the putz of her capturer in her oral fissure. She followed up her yearn, business firm sucks 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 mouth tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his dick inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth 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 mental rejection that must clearly be etched on his grimace.

She thought only of the troubled man to whom she gave this one gift of pleasure, her knife caressing his cock until he cried out, his stage 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 forehead, lips, and mentum as lord Kray stepped back, gripping his inclemency in one hired hand as he continued to paint her supple cone with his tender jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose amphetamine dead body and face glistened with the grounds of his lecherousness.

He took one live coup d'oeil at her absolvitory eyes, sensing some kind of unusual satisfaction there, and for a bit it almost seemed as if schoolmaster Kray might say a news or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge footstep back. He seemed to be having some internal disputation 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 properly school principal start and a opportunity for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rarefied smile."At least this time if I go to prison it will be to take obligation for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a merry pursuit first."

He took Kylee over to another president and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chairs so that neither of the naked captive could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handicraft for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's merchantman lip with the pad of his quarter round, his former hand slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked puss one last prison term.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge fill in now. au revoir, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

Kylee offered the trace of a smile, masking the pity in her centre."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 following 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 on the dyad's imprisonment after twelve agonizing minute. After helping the bureau in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend swarm home in secrecy. The city had a haunted feel 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 out his key fruit down on the kitchen countertop without a intelligence. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower bath, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing contact. Her thinker was a jumble of accusation, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a deep, 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 frightening section of all this. She closed her hazel-brown eyes and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the professorship, her hands bound behind her spine while Master Kray watched them piece of tail.

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

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

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal opinion. Some dupe of sexual mastery might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a dissimilar kind of brute. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more active. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and prevailing captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. Excitement, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled moolah. The naked girlfriend turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedchamber and threw her onto the diffuse baby's dummy.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

"What the infernal 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 apparent movement making her chest jiggle in a distracting way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the gush, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing aureole on her boyfriend's font. He had been quiet and preoccupied during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a forcefulness of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his au naturel body covering hers as his hands pinned her wrists to either incline. His hard cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breathing spell tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a red ink for words, so she reached for the entirely thing that seemed to provide any hope for salvation. simple-minded earnestness.

"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 tactual sensation to pleasure even in the most unmanageable spot ! I don't panorama 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 hands. He brought his boldness close to hers, their back talk only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her impudently launder sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her burden, filling her up so deeply. His warm, brawny body covered her slender nudity like the perfect tense cover, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his spit in her mouth, her tit feeling light of vigour as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipple hardened into little pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his coxa forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato music with her lilting groan threatening to soar upwards in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your kitty-cat belongs to me. Your beautiful center, your sexy mouth, your savoury tits, your pure smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to get it on you raw all Night long to teach you that example, believe me, I will. You can count on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's putz 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 dick made me feel…"

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

"Yes, baby. nooky me…just like that. separate me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her swain's eyes, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could hope.

"Okay…fine, damn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt unusual to Kylee because lag she was feeling the total duration of his calamus nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectorals, teasing his tit with two firm pinches.

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

Marcus let out an volatile breath of air before saying those impossible speech.

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

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

Marcus rolled his heart."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her grimace for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his calamus plunged into her puss for another delightful thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her consistence melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing piece of tail might help erase the tormenting, bittersweet retentivity of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's humanity.

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

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her torso's spasms firing in wild bursts, her slender frame wracked by involved pleasure as the coming 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, silky pussycat.

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

‘ rightfield back at you,'she thought. Kylee's backtalk formed the ghostwriter of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was unforced to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to live in the same universe of discourse.



THE END.

Author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the taradiddle. I've met mass who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so portion of the reasonableness I wrote this fib was to try to sound out that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justness. Anyway, to all my kind readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a phantasy. Always follow your dreaming, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty