I hope you enjoy the story. I went with a psychological edge as the story builds that I think many will detect interest.
~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 quiet and listen !"said the man, his aspect distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next give-and-take 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 nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her backrest to her flat. She remembered a unknown odour as they entered the living room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where things began to blur.

backrest 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 unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too wild to play things smart. He had yet to recover from the jounce of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a chair in some unknown place. He was bound to a caning chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose articulatio radiocarpea were tied behind her back. The young man's musculus pectoralis stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied wide apart and his carpus were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you know why you're here ?"

Kylee wanted to say ‘ Because you're a be sick maniac ? ’, then quickly thought proficient 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 singlet which matched his dark camo pant and glazed black boots. He gestured with the Glock side arm, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his spokesperson.

"Next time when I ask a question, I expect a bare reply. 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 mamilla, causing the simple earth tremor of uncomfortableness, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ passkey'while you're at it delight. I think you'll recover 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 question now ?"

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

"No. For now you just listen. A someone's motive are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick junkie,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the position of Kylee's facial expression, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To let a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humbling ! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwished-for, not to the cardinal instincts now starting to terminate everywhere throughout her young eubstance. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her consistence's response to the coaxing champion as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of precept, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his manus up thankfully away from her slit - although portion of her felt a distinct sigh of letdown - cupping one of her supple bosom instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found curiosity vying with her awe despite herself. What in the Earth was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her learning ability for any joining this man might have to her, or to her sept.

"Twenty age ago your founder convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was innocent of… It took them the break character of a decennium to exonerate me. The lab technical school made a misunderstanding that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your father cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape and filing entreaty, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my spirit - 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 father had created a freak through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about several cases over the yr. Everyone was human being. Mistakes were that inevitable part of the human precondition no amount of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer'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 face, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and contain the gun away did she dare to open them again.

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

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. Think for a moment."He let the muteness lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its topographic point between her branch, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to produce delicious sensations that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple word. I asked for mercy, for pity, when I took the tie-up in that court. I asked for wide-eyed understanding, and do you know what your father gave me in replication ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her stage. Kylee's torso went cold even as the vestige of arousal somehow persist, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to recall despite her care.

"Maybe I should tear the trigger right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words hang, watching her intently. She stared at the shadow, lethal artillery 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. suffer your revenge. I remember my beginner talking about your case. I remember the guilt eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her veneration, saying give-and-take which told a sentiment rooted in some accuracy, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her fear, trying to save both her biography and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might aid the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flash of total shock in his eyes - one of the few things his masque couldn't hide.

"You are a strange miss,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clit to produce intoxicating sensations 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 learn,"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 niggling as he worked her puss more insistently, gently pumping his finger's breadth inside her heating system. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's articulatio humeri. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her swain's furious side. She could sense Marcus's body strict underneath her, whether more from pain 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 short like a wounded Panthera onca. Deadly and with need totally different than any sane human being's, straight enough, but not without some foundation in its own type of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a Inner Light that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his interpreter sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy little engrossed asks a in effect question. To be honest, the thinking of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a discrete possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the sass as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his exempt hand pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her gathering juice as she made herself loosen up and just occupy the sensory faculty he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would use up the pleasure he gave her, just have it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might own sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking homo intimacy was almost always a practiced thing…even now. In her animal behavior socio-economic class she had been studying a unique mintage of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to change aggressive propensity into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should experience left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a bizarre sentiency of hope. [ position of Editing ]

"I can't occlusive you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself sufficiency credit entry. I think what you just said can to be taken at face time value. Killing us is only one ‘ clear-cut possibility.'Clearly not the only 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 head.

His masked side seemed to wring again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, little 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 nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to climb your boyfriend's prick. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt turned on thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The persuasion of a long, hard rooster inside her unquestionably didn't dampen her spirits, and the idea of distracting a overwrought Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added bonus. She wiggled her bound wrist joint, stroking her hands up and down the duration of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the fastness of a rocket. The lance of physical body was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the base of her young man's member.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his pelvic arch clenching up. Kylee looked down at the free fall of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's peter. 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 snatch on nine pleasing inch of peter.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, skipper,"she said. Her innate empathy and ingenuousness somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the unsound, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's length as she moved her pelvic arch and knees, arching her body as her boob pushed forward, moaning a little each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eagre humanity.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added impulse each sentence she sat down on the young man's cock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink precious stone of ne plus ultra that told of her arousal. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in intellection. 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 cervix. passion had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee more of a fire's dying intimation as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to bound up and down her fellow's penis, moaning with more feeling now. Kray glanced at their fuse pubic fumble as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his spear it glistened with her juices.

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

She forced her heavy-lidded center 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 disgrace and guilty conscience 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 different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than appreciation and gratitude to have this chance to work screw to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed 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 wrinkle to matter.

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

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

"If there is one matter I've learned, young and inexperient as I am, it's that one person's gumption 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 insensible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzle nerve. A stiff scar ran down the lower half of his exit nerve, and his nose looked extensive and pronounced on a cheek that still retained a bounteous quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her chest. His finger's breadth made lazy roundabout around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"okay, slut. You want to have a go at it the verity ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her soundbox singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him graze her tight wetness as she began to miss herself in the throe of heating."Please… William Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in front line of your swain and then stamp out you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my thinker 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 accusal of your male parent's crime at you, to use your response as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to receive my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a expiration for words, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the skullduggery of her twat, the strait of wetness and coitus filling the elbow room.

"Go ahead, slut, do on your fellow's cock. Let me see it."The sad optic of her capturer briefly flared to biography as he watched her slam her rosehip down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her organic structure like an encroach upon army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her slit 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 moments, until at last her shivering, naked figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her capturer had dropped his pants, his rigid cock now unloosen. She licked her lip and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, rhapsodic points.

"I won't military force 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 accept this control over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a dark, contrite chuckle."That sounds completely nutcase, doesn't it ?"

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

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to well-nigh people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistance 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 head. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same reasonableness she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting beam of light, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's cock was thick, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male dick when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a masterful carving formed of build. ‘ Just one More sign that I'm not pattern,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this commove man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her pussy down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her bottom 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 attachment, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the lady friend's uterus.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her insides both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a content sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your source,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would take the edge off Marcus'fearfulness and equanimity him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked Sir Thomas More forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her snatch as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the school principal of his cock with her lip. As she stroked the length of his humanity with her mouth, her clapper cradled the underside of his tool, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping sassing kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her face, helping her as she sucked his hammer lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous girl came up off of his cock. She licked her chops, tasting the man's pre-cum.

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

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

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

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would offer a shaving of return for the mistake her begetter had made, albeit on Kray's twisted term. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or reject to front it. Marcus would feature to understand, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the farsighted run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a near thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, business firm sucks by twirling her natural language around the tip of Kray's phallus, making him groan as he cradled her read/write head. Her tit bobbed up and down as her sass tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her horn in burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his pecker inside her mouth. Feeling his inflammation, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her backtalk forming a slopped seal as she gurgled and made tacky slurping auditory sensation that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his face.

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

"Yes, Kylee. ask 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, sassing, and Kuki as lord Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hand as he continued to paint her svelte cone shape with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunet whose upper consistency and boldness glistened with the grounds of his lust.

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

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison house or not, I'll give myself a adequate head start and a probability for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled expression broke out in a rare grin."At least this time if I go to prison it will be to take responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a brisk Salmon P. Chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two death chair so that neither of the nude captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handwork for a dart here and now. He leaned over to caress Kylee's seat lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last metre.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge sodding now. sayonara, Kylee Edmund Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be surd to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The adjacent evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. individual had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend swarm home in silence. 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 antechamber and throw away his Francis Scott Key down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to palpate its cleansing feeling. Her creative thinker was a jumble of accusation, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a rich, mind-purging breath.

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

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

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to sense this way. She should find traumatized, crippled by guilty conscience. Or was that just what companionship taught that all dupe should palpate, no matter what ? ‘ Is something incorrect with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her satiny cutis, cleansing her trunk and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal spirit. Some victims of sexual supremacy might very well experience traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as debile. But she was a different form of animal. To her that belief of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alert. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of slavish prisoner and dominant captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. fervour, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled saccharide. The naked girl turned, her heart flaring as Marcus yanked her from the cascade, dragged her to the sleeping accommodation and threw her onto the soft sympathiser.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her bosom jiggle in a distracting 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 aura on her boyfriend's side. He had been quiet and preoccupy 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 bare soundbox covering hers as his paw pinned her wrists to either side. His hard stopcock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for just bar, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for Word of God, so she reached for the only when affair that seemed to provide any hope for salvation. mere seriousness.

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was pleasure, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most difficult place ! I don't thought 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 face close to hers, their brim only an column inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted power train. He readjusted his hip joint, driving his turncock into her freshly water-washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million aesthesis as his cock sank into her center, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular body covered her slender nakedness like the stark mantle, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her titty feeling sparks of energy as their dead body re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into little ping buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his pelvic arch forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato medicine with her lilting moans threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your aphrodisiac back talk, your mouth-watering tits, your perfect smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to have sex you raw all night long to teach you that moral, 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 tool it made me so furious ! The verity 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 metre of their consistency, his testicles slapping against her second joint as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her manus to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me…just like that. secern me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's shaft,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's eye, feeling aspirer. ‘ Maybe he's as Weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A young lady could go for.

"Okay…fine, damn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because meantime she was feeling the entire length of his gibe nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectoral, teasing his nipples with two firm pinches.

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

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

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

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

Marcus rolled his middle."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her brass for another osculation. His pelvic arch rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her twat for another delicious 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 nookie might help erase the tormenting, bittersweet store 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 dick 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 body's spasms firing in wild fit, her slender frame wracked by Byzantine pleasure as the orgasm left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his phallus lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

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

‘ right wing back at you,'she thought. Kylee's rim formed the wraith of a smiling as she closed her middle and breathed in the odour of the man she loved, a man who was bequeath to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to live in the Saame universe of discourse.



THE END.

Author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met people who have a standardized mentality to Kylee, so part of the reason I wrote this write up was to try to articulate that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some Justice Department. Anyway, to all my kind readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a illusion. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty