I hope you enjoy the storey. I went with a psychological boundary as the news report builds that I think many will happen occupy.
~gaggedKitty

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

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

"Be calm and listen !"said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond feeling, her eyes shining, imploring their capturer. But she grasped at his next word of honor 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 movie and then ice skating in the green. Somehow though, all of it had led to this incubus. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her flat. She remembered a strange smell as they entered the support room. Marcus made a commentary about it and then… well, that was where things began to blur.

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

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too furious to recreate things smart. He had yet to recuperate from the shock of waking up naked with his incapacitated lady friend, tied to a hot seat in some unknown place. He was bound to a caning professorship, even Sir Thomas More helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrist were tied behind her back. The young man's pectoral muscle stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his understructure were tied wide apart and his wrists were bound by rope knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you love why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a dark singlet which matched his dark camo pants and burnished fatal boots. He gestured with the Glock shooting iron, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his voice.

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

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

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

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

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

"No. For now you just take heed. A somebody's motives are coordination compound. To you I'm probably just a ‘ brainsick freak,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the incline of Kylee's case, then slipped his hired hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunet's cheeks reddened. To birth a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her eubstance responded in ways that were not unwelcome, not to the primal instinct now starting to dismiss everywhere throughout her unseasoned torso. She bit her lip and tried to brush off her torso's responses to the coaxing aesthesis as the man continued.

"The Truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"headmaster Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will accompany them, you can be sure of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her incision - although persona of her felt a distinct suspiration of dashing hopes - cupping one of her sylphlike breasts instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found wonder vying with her fright despite herself. What in the world was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her brain for any connection this man might have to her, or to her category.

"Twenty twelvemonth ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was barren of… It took them the better part of a decade to exonerate me. The lab technical school made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your founder cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life history - time I'll never get back, and I have your sire to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thinking made her go cold. Could it be that her beginner had created a monster through his own fault ? She remembered him feeling awful about several cause over the geezerhood. Everyone was human. misunderstanding were that inevitable persona of the human condition no amount of applied science could extinguish. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's heart.

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

"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 consider the gun away did she defy to give 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 wed me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to bear ignited the stranger's eyes, because they were no longsighted cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, fiddling trollop. Think for a moment."He let the secretiveness lace the air with a veto saturation, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his handwriting reassumed its place between her wooden leg, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to produce pleasant-tasting sensations that made her tingle, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a dim-witted word. I asked for mercifulness, for pity, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple discernment, and do you know what your father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hired man and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's organic structure went cold even as the vestige of arousal somehow persisted, her kitty-cat still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should take out the trigger right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words knack, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, deadly arm pressed between her thighs. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her legs wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your revenge. I remember my father talking about your case. 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 life story. I get that. If this is what you need to do to be active on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her awe, saying row which told a sentiment rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to know. In the second of her reverence, trying to economise both her biography and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at to the lowest degree contact this troubled, deeply maladjusted man component way. She couldn't think of anything else that might serve the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flair of summate daze in his eye - one of the few things his mask couldn't skin.

"You are a foreign missy,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating whizz which seemed to numb her remaining care."Of all the things I expected to come from those pretty sassing, of the ten million version of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"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 puss more insistently, gently pumping his finger's breadth inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder joint. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her young man's enraged human face. She could experience Marcus's soundbox inflexible underneath her, whether more from torment or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to siss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't movement and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to feel a lilliputian like a wounded panther. Deadly and with motivation totally different than any sane man being's, true up enough, but not without some earthing in its own case of realness. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a visible radiation 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 sexy little confined asks a estimable enquiry. To be honest, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a distinguishable possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the rim as she opened her sass, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her bitch, his finger's breadth slick with her assembly succus as she made herself relax and just call for the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on belief of guilt trip. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would contract the delight he gave her, just swallow it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human being amour was almost always a practiced thing…even now. In her animal conduct class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to whelm engagement - where even enemies had sex with one another to change over aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his quarrel should take left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a bizarre mother wit of hope. [ Place of Editing ]

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

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

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

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

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a mettle. He growled at her."Let's explore that origin of persuasion further, but while we're talking I want you to climb your swain's cock. You can lie with as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his cursory proposition. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt ruttish thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The thought of a prospicient, hard cock inside her decidedly didn't dampen her intent, and the thought of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added fillip. She wiggled her bound carpus, stroking her workforce up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid beam of light. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a arugula. The gig of pulp was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the cornerstone of her young man's member.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his coxa clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's prick. 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 cunt on nine pleasing inch of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her regard fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"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 length as she moved her rose hip and knee joint, arching her eubstance as her knocker pushed forward, moaning a minuscule each clip she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's manus clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added impulse each clock time she sat down on the young man's stopcock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her arousal. Master Kray's regard strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in thinking. 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 angle into Kylee's neck. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, intelligent Kylee more of a fire's dying breathing spell as it was about to be snuffed out.

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

"You fiddling slut. 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 middle to meet his as joy 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 show up shame 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 dissimilar way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to palpate anything former than grasp and gratitude to have this chance to nominate love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a vex man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the incommodiousness of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd seam to affair.

That reasoning certainly wasn't rule by any stint, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a foreign advantage 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 hump Marcus's shaft as her cunt ointment continued to course, filling the basement with her scent.

"If there is one thing I've learned, Cy Young and inexperienced as I am, it's that one person's 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 grizzled boldness. A tight scar ran down the lower half of his pass on cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a better-looking quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His finger's breadth made work-shy roundabout around her pap now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their regard intimately locked.

"okeh, fornicatress. You want to know the Truth ?"

"Yes, headmaster,"she said, her trunk singing with joy as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him graze her sozzled wetness as she began to suffer herself in the throes of heat."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in nominal head of your fellow and then kill you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my judgment isn't something I can put into realism. 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 begetter's criminal offence at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to throw my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for words, his facial expression clouded over. Kylee's slender nakedness humped degenerate now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her twat, the sounds of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, strumpet, come on your fellow's shaft. Let me see it."The sad eye of her captor briefly flared to biography as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's shaft vanished inside her dampness heat, her slit clenching as the orgasm stormed her body like an invading army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her puss convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck opening snapped back, her oink echoing in the elbow room. Her bosom swayed and bounced as her coming continued for long, precious import, until at finish her shivering, defenseless fig stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of delight shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his rigid shaft now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinder, her nipple hardened to painful, ecstatic tip.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would resign the two of you no thing what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to make this controller over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a dark, remorseful chuckle."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 pecker.

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could experience the man's bother, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the headland. She couldn't bring herself to detest for the like reasonableness she couldn't bring herself to truly smell pity. Instead the slender female child just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain command.

Kray's cock was thick, shortsighted than Marcus's. Like all male person cocks when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a masterful sculpture formed of flesh. ‘ Just one more than sign that I'm not normal,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this demented man.'

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

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet high temperature make her insides both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a contented sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your seed,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would bring the border off Marcus'fearfulness and calm air him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at professional Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical ascendence over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his turncock with her sassing. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her tomentum away from her face, helping her as she sucked his dick lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous fille came up off of his prick. She licked her chop shot, 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 leave to do this ?"His tone was edged with mental rejection 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 declare oneself a sliver of restitution for the misapprehension her Father-God had made, albeit on Kray's twisted full term. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or decline to face it. Marcus would have to realise, and if he didn't - because of his own green-eyed monster and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could do work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the true statement, that Kylee wasn't exactly rule. In the tenacious run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring missy leaned forward again, taking the rooster of her captor in her oral cavity. She followed up her long, house suck by twirling her clapper around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her nous. Her titty bobbed up and down as her rima oris tenderly encased Kray's ray once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his cock 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 strait that echoed through the elbow room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his look.

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

"Yes, Kylee. occupy my seeded player. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but more than came spurting out onto her os frontale, lips, and chin as sea captain Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hand as he continued to paint her svelte cones with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful Danton True Young brunet whose upper torso and nerve glistened with the grounds of his lust.

He took one last glimpse at her forgiving center, sensing some kind of unusual satisfaction there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if passe-partout Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his drawers, grabbed the gun from the chairperson behind him and took a huge gradation back. He seemed to be having some national debate before he spoke.

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison or not, I'll give myself a decent heading showtime and a chance for freedom 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 take responsibility 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 chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the animal foot of the two chairs so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handwork for a fleeting mo. He leaned over to caress Kylee's derriere lip with the pad of his thumb, his other manus slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one terminal time.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge pure now. Goodbye, Kylee Edmond Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be voiceless to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The next evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the follow night. Although their trial by ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. Someone had anonymously tipped off the constabulary on the pair's immurement after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the government agency in whatever way they could, the fellow and girlfriend drove home in secrecy. The city had a haunted feel 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 lobby and dispose his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a Bible. Kylee tromped upstairs to the rain shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch sensation. Her mind was a patchwork of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to rip up and took a recondite, mind-purging breathing time.

‘ 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 terrible 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 back while original Kray watched them screw.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed idea turned to something more dangerous, seeking revenge against someone else. Yet she didn't regret the pleasance 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 feel shock, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what society taught that all victim should finger, no subject what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the urine cascaded down her silken cutis, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal flavor. Some victims of intimate mastery might very well find traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as light. But she was a different variety of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought nuisance. She had never felt more live. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of slavish captive and predominant captor, that had made her blood Ezra Pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fright. Excitement, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's opinion like spilled sugar. The nude girl turned, her eye flaring as Marcus yanked her from the exhibitor, dragged her to the sleeping room and threw her onto the easygoing comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her breasts jiggle in a perturb way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the ebullition, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing halo on her fellow's face. He had been quieten and preoccupied during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his hands pinned her articulatio radiocarpea to either side. His punishing turncock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for commodity standard, and his breath tickled her brass, hot against her face.

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

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

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

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his impregnable hands. He brought his face close to hers, their backtalk only an in or two apart. That was when his demeanour suddenly shifted cogwheel. He readjusted his rose hip, driving his cock into her freshly water-washed sex. Her bitch thrummed with a million sensation as his pecker sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular organic structure covered her slender nakedness like the arrant cover, and he began pumping inside her even as his rim found hers, capturing them for a passionate osculation.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her breasts feeling electric discharge of Energy Department as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into petty pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's breast as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker speech rhythm. His oink were a staccato music with her lilting moans threatening to tide in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful optic, your sexy mouthpiece, your mouth-watering tits, your double-dyed smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck you raw all Nox long to learn you that lesson, believe me, I will. You can reckon on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psychotic person's rooster it made me so angry ! The trueness is that I was just as wild at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his tool made me feel…"

Marcus's discussion trailed off, drowned out by the cadency of their bodies, his ball slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her constriction. She moaned happily, clasping her script to his shoulder and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me imbibe Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her fellow's center, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A miss could desire.

"Okay…fine, damn you fair sex. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt foreign to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the full length of his shaft nestled in her passion. She raked her hands down his pectoral medallion, teasing his mamilla with two firm pinches.

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

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

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

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

Marcus rolled his middle."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His rose hip rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her cunt for another delicious thrusting as she widened her branch, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her body melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help wipe off the tormenting, bittersweet memory board of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

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 hired man behind his skull as she groaned, her pussy gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's cramp firing in wild fit, her slender frame wracked by voluminous joy 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 pussy.

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

‘ rightfield back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the shade of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to acknowledge that sex and guiltiness didn't have to populate in the Sami population.



THE END.

author's bank note :

I hope you enjoyed the taradiddle. I've met people who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so percentage of the reason I wrote this level was to try to pronounce that point of view in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some jurist. Anyway, to all my form readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your aspiration, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty