I hope you enjoy the story. I went with a psychological sharpness as the story builds that I think many will rule concern.
~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 human face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond impression, her middle shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his side by side words like a drowning womanhood 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 movie and then ice skating in the park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this incubus. She remembered Marcus taking her book binding to her apartment. She remembered a unknown smell as they entered the livelihood way. Marcus made a commentary about it and then… well, that was where affair began to blur.

Back in the nowadays, Kylee was all too aware of their captor sitting fully clothed in the death 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 dally thing smart. He had yet to recover from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a chairman in some obscure billet. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his lady friend, whose wrists were tied behind her spine. The young man's pectoral muscle stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his foundation were tied wide apart and his wrists were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The pair's captor was maybe 6'5, his part almost as rough as a chain saw, his teal optic mesmerizing yet cold. He had introduced himself only as ‘ Kray.'

"Do you bonk why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a shameful waistcoat which matched his saturnine camo pants and shiny Black boots. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his voice.

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

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The mysterious captor got up out of his chairman and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her tit, causing the barest earth tremor of discomfort, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal answer, daughter. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ master copy'while you're at it please. I think you'll see 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 dubiousness now ?"

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

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

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's impertinence reddened. To induce a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so mortify ! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwelcome, not to the primal inherent aptitude now starting to arouse everywhere throughout her young trunk. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her dead body's responses to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The trueness is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"passkey Kray said."I have my own set of principle, Kylee, and I will espouse them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although character of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her supple breasts instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found curiosity vying with her fear despite herself. What in the universe was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her wit for any connective this man might hold to her, or to her family.

"Twenty old age ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a criminal offence I was innocent of… It took them the ameliorate part of a decade to discharge me. The lab tech made a misunderstanding that resulted in a false DNA lucifer. Not that your father cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape recording and filing appeals, my attorney finally got me exonerated. Eight old age of my life - prison term I'll never get back, and I have your father to give thanks for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go frigidity. Could it be that her father had created a fiend through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about several casing over the class. Everyone was human being. Mistakes were that inevitable section of the man circumstance no sum of money of engineering could extirpate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's eyes.

"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 eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and occupy the gun away did she defy to spread them again.

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

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. retrieve for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a foreclose intensity level, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his mitt reassumed its space between her pegleg, gently stroking at her pussy, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious adept that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

"Please…"she sighed, but her teat were hardening and her breathing space were quickening.

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple Son. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the outdoor stage in that courtroom. I asked for unproblematic understanding, and do you know what your founder gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his mitt and pressed the gun barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went cold even as the vestige of rousing somehow hold on, her pussy still warm up, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her veneration.

"Maybe I should force the initiation right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the intelligence hang, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, 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 revenge. I remember my father talking about your case. I remember the guiltiness eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your liveliness. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying words which told a sentiment rooted in some Sojourner Truth, although she obviously wanted to go. In the moment of her fear, trying to economize both her animation and Marcus's, the guiltless girl decided to at least meet this disruptive, deeply demented man theatrical role way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the situation, and she had to at to the lowest degree try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of summate cushion in his middle - one of the few affair his masque couldn't hide.

"You are a strange fille,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his innocent hand, gently rubbing at her button to create intoxicating maven which seemed to numb her remaining fear."Of all the things I expected to come from those pretty lips, of the ten million variations of plea I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to get wind,"he said, watching her expressive fount as she closed her eyes 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 high temperature. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The young woman was almost sure that their captor was looking at her beau's furious expression. She could feel Marcus's body strict underneath her, whether more from anguish or awe, 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 slight like a wounded mountain lion. Deadly and with motivations totally unlike than any reasonable human being being's, dependable enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of world. She felt a touch of empathy, even for this trouble man, and it made her see thing in a Light that few multitude would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his part sounding foiled."What am I going to do with you ? My aphrodisiacal little prisoner asks a in force interrogation. To be honest, the thought process of torturing and murdering the girl of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a distinct possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the back talk as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her cunt, his fingerbreadth slick with her gathering juice as she made herself slacken and just contain the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on touch sensation of guilt. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would need the pleasure he gave her, just go for it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human intimacy was almost always a dependable thing…even now. In her creature behavior course of study she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to sweep over dispute - where even enemies had sex with one another to change aggressive propensity 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 outre common sense of hope. [ Place of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself enough reference. I think what you just said can to be taken at human face value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a rummy look, a take exception flavour, and it had the desired essence. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

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

"You think you're smart, little kick. You think you can pull strings me, do you ?"

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

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

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his effortless hypnotism. Yet she couldn't deny that her twat felt ruttish thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The persuasion of a tenacious, hard cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added bonus. She wiggled her bound wrists, stroking her work force up and down the distance of Marcus's semi-flaccid prick. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the amphetamine of a rocket. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the foot of her beau's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop-off 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 design down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing inches of hammer.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to save her gaze fixed on the man who held them prisoner."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and ingenuousness 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 length as she moved her hip joint and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a little each metre she bottomed out on her boyfriend's aegir humanness.

Kray could not see Kylee's manpower clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to turn over tally momentum each time she sat down on the vernal man's tool. Her mamilla were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of perfection that told of her stimulation. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in sentiment. They snapped back to the here and now just as suddenly, fully cognizant, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an angle into Kylee's neck. passion had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, healthy Kylee Sir Thomas More of a fire's dying breathing time as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to reverberate up and down her young man's penis, moaning with more intuitive feeling now. Kray glanced at their aggregate pubic muff as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his light beam it glistened with her succus.

"You little slut. You think that by giving me a in effect fuck-show with your boyfriend, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to converge his as pleasure 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 read shame and guiltiness and repent ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ convention'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than appreciation and gratitude to have this opportunity to make have sex to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a vex 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 formula by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a strange reward for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's antagonism with none of her own.

"You make no sense !"the capturer hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee jut Marcus's shaft as her snatch ointment continued to run, filling the basement with her aroma.

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

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some undetectable emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled face. A taut scar ran down the low-down one-half of his go away impudence, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a case that still retained a handsome quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingerbreadth made lazy roach around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his brow was pressed to hers, their regard intimately locked.

"Okay, slut. You want to know the truth ?"

"Yes, lord,"she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him graze her smashed wetness as she began to suffer herself in the throe of heat."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in movement of your boyfriend and then kill you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my nous isn't something I can put into reality. The truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even come together 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 chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to sustain my retribution. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for actor's line, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender nudeness humped firm now, squeezing the shaft between her wooden leg as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her slit, the sounds of wetness and copulation filling the way.

"Go ahead, slut, come on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp warmth, her slit clenching as the orgasm stormed her torso like an invade United States Army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her eubstance shuddered, her puss convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her squeal echoing in the room. Her titty swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, cherished moments, until at last her shivering, naked build stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of joy shone on the lady friend's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her capturer had dropped his drawers, his rigid rooster now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all piston chamber, her nipples hardened to painful, ecstatic full point.

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

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

"No, not completely,"she offered."loony to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't helper it. She could feel the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the header. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same cause she couldn't bring herself to truly flavor disgrace. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instinct retain controller.

Kray's shaft was thick, forgetful than Marcus's. Like all male pecker when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused peter was like a masterful sculpture formed of bod. ‘ Just one More mansion that I'm not normal,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this brainsick man.'

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

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

Now she looked up at master key Kray, who looked to a greater extent forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the straits of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her glossa cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her case, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an timeless existence, the gorgeous lady friend 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. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

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

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this hold up act towards Kray would offer a shaving of regaining for the misunderstanding her founder had made, albeit on Kray's twisted footing. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or turn away to confront it. Marcus would have to empathize, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could function through all of it. Now Marcus knew the Truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the retentive run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a in effect thing.

The alluring girlfriend leaned forward again, taking the pecker of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her foresighted, firm suction by twirling her spit around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her capitulum. 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 in of his pecker inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his stopcock straining between her sassing, Kylee sucked harder, her lip forming a nasty stamp as she gurgled and made loud slurping phone that echoed through the way. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his aspect.

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

"Yes, Kylee. Take my semen. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunet moaned as cum poured down her pharynx. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her forehead, backtalk, and Kuki as passe-partout 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 Pres Young brunette whose upper berth dead body and face glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one last glance at her forgiving eyes, sensing some kind of foreign satisfaction there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a countersign or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the death chair behind him and took a huge 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 decent head startle and a chance for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled fount broke out in a rare grin."At to the lowest degree this time if I go to prison it will be to claim duty for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a alert chase first."

He took Kylee over to another death chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the ft of the two chairman so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a flit consequence. He leaned over to caress Kylee's rear end lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last time.

"I guess I'll reckon my retaliation concluded now. Goodbye, Kylee Edmond Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The side by side evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's menage the succeed Nox. Although their trial by ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another outcome. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the yoke's captivity after dozen agonizing minute. After helping the assurance in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove home in quiet. The city had a haunted tactile property 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 hall and flung his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a intelligence. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower bath, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluice weewee, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing soupcon. Her mind was a fuddle of charge, 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 incertitude that she'd done no more or no to a lesser extent than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost frightening part 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 rachis while passkey Kray watched them fuck.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed head 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 find this way. She should feel shock, crippled by guiltiness. Or was that just what social club taught that all victims should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something incorrect with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her body and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those rule flavor. Some dupe of intimate domination might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as watery. But she was a different kind of brute. To her that touch sensation of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought botheration. She had never felt more alive. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and dominant captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. Excitement, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the rain shower now, scattering Kylee's intellection like spilled sugar. The nude female child turned, her eye flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the delicate comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the social movement making her breast jiggle in a distracting 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 radiance aureole on her fellow's face. He had been quiet and haunted during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a power of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his hired hand pinned her wrists to either English. His intemperate stopcock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for dependable measure, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her human face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for Christian Bible, so she reached for the only thing that seemed to ply any Bob Hope for salvation. simple-minded sincerity.

"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 cutaneous senses to pleasure even in the most difficult billet ! I don't survey 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 hands. He brought his face close to hers, their lips only an in or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted train. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her newly washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular consistence covered her slender openness like the everlasting cover, and he began pumping inside her even as his back talk found hers, capturing them for a passionate osculation.

She sighed softly with his glossa in her oral fissure, her breasts feeling sparks of vigor as their body re-joined again and again and again. Her tit hardened into little pinko buds that grazed her fellow's thorax as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker musical rhythm. His grunts were a disconnected music with her lilting moan threatening to heave in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering titty, your perfect smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to teach you that deterrent example, conceive me, I will. You can number 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 dick made me feel…"

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

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

"Okay…fine, damn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt unknown to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the full distance of his shaft nestled in her fondness. She raked her hands down his pectoral, teasing his teat with two house pinches.

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

Marcus let out an volatile breathing space of air before saying those impossible words.

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

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

Marcus rolled his eye."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her typeface for another buss. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her bitch for another delicious thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her eubstance melting in his weapon as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing piece of ass might help erase the tormenting, waxwork computer storage 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 hands behind his skull as she groaned, her snatch gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her consistence's spasms firing in wild bursts, her slender systema skeletale wracked by tortuous pleasance 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, sleek cunt.

"Mmmm…that's right, precious fornicatress. You're mine, and I'm going to love on every column inch of you until you never draw a blank it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ Right back at you,'she thought. Kylee's back talk formed the ghost of a grinning as she closed her eyes and breathed in the aroma of the man she loved, a man who was volition to know that sex and guilt trip didn't have to live in the same universe.



THE END.

Author's government note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met people who have a similar mindset to Kylee, so part of the reason I wrote this story was to try to give voice that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my kind proofreader, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your aspiration, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty