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

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

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

"Be tranquil and listen !"said the man, his cheek distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond notion, her optic shining, imploring their capturer. But she grasped at his following words like a drowning cleaning lady 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 parking area. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange odour as they entered the animation elbow room. Marcus made a scuttlebutt about it and then… well, that was where things began to blur.

Back in the demo, 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 unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to work things smart. He had yet to recoup from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girl, tied to a chairperson in some unnamed spot. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The Pres Young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his alliance, but his infantry were tied wide apart and his radiocarpal joint were bound by ropes knotted with an technical's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as rough as a chainsaw, his blue-green optic 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 gruesome maniac ? ’, then quickly thought better of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a black waistcoat which matched his sullen camo pants and glistening black flush. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his voice.

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

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

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no ? And foretell me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll find my explanation for kidnapping you quite…unsettling, and not in the way you might expect."

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

The gruff-toned man shook his head, gently cupping her Kuki-Chin as he stared into her guiltless eyes.

"No. For now you just listen. A mortal's need are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ puke freak,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the position of Kylee's face, then slipped his mitt down to her sex, stroking her button ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure sensation to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's impertinence reddened. To have got a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so mortify ! Yet her organic structure responded in way of life that were not unwelcome, not to the primaeval instinct now starting to terminate everywhere throughout her Lester Willis Young consistency. She bit her lip and tried to push aside her body's responses to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

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

"Since I've kidnapped you and your beau, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found peculiarity vying with her fear despite herself. What in the world was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her Einstein for any connection this man might deliver to her, or to her menage.

"twenty years 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 simulated DNA peer. Not that your father cared, judgment you. After days struggling through red mag tape and filing appealingness, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life story - clip 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 idea made her go low temperature. Could it be that her male parent had created a monster through his own mistake ? She remembered him feeling awful about several pillow slip over the years. Everyone was human. misapprehension were that inevitable part of the homo term no measure of technology could wipe out. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's eyes.

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

"Silence !"He put a bridge player over her lip, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her centre. Only when he had seemed to simmer down down and rent the gun away did she dare to open them again.

"The charwoman I was accused of murdering was person I loved. We had been together for 3 yr. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the alien's eyes, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. conceive for a moment."He let the quiet lace the air with a disallow intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its place between her wooden leg, gently stroking at her puss, sliding tortuously along her labia to create yummy wiz that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a mere Holy Scripture. I asked for mercy, for pity, when I took the stand in that court. I asked for simple understanding, and do you know what your Father of the Church gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went cold even as the tincture of arousal somehow hold on, her pussycat still quick, instinctually yearning for that hand to retort despite her fear.

"Maybe I should pull the trigger right here, right now. It could be my retaliation fulfilled."He let the give-and-take hang, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, deadly artillery pressed between her second joint. 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 father 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-time. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fearfulness, saying words which told a sentiment rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her fear, trying to spare both her liveliness and Marcus's, the innocent young lady decided to at to the lowest degree meet this disoblige, deeply disturbed man part 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 total stupor in his eyes - one of the few things his mask couldn't hide.

"You are a strange girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free manus, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating sensation which seemed to benumb her remaining concern."Of all the things I expected to issue forth from those pretty lips, of the ten million variance of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her center 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 slit more insistently, gently pumping his finger 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 boyfriend's enraged face. She could palpate Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't move and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to feel a footling like a injure panther. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane homo being's, dependable enough, but not without some grounding in its own case of reality. She felt a mite of empathy, even for this crazy man, and it made her see things in a igniter that few mass would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My aphrodisiac little wrapped asks a good question. To be honest, the thought 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 lips as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her gathering juice as she made herself unstrain and just take the sensations he gave her. She had already started to pack down on feelings of guiltiness. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take on the pleasure he gave her, just admit it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might possess sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human intimacy was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a alone species of ape which used sex to overpower struggle - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

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

"I can't stay you. I'm yours. We're both at your clemency,"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 side note value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious look, a take exception look, and it had the desired effect. 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, slight beef. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

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

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

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual hypnotism. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt steamy thanks to his tormenting ministration. The thought of a foresightful, hard cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirit, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added bonus. She wiggled her spring carpus, stroking her script up and down the duration of Marcus's semi-flaccid beam. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a projectile. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the bag of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his pelvic girdle clenching up. Kylee looked down at the dip of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's jibe. It sat there like a glistening gem as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe digit down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist puss on nine pleasing in of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, lord,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the spoilt, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's length as she moved her hips and knees, arching her consistence as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a slight each fourth dimension she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's handwriting clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give tot momentum each sentence she sat down on the young man's hammer. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of perfection that told of her stimulation. victor Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in thought. They snapped back to the here and now just as suddenly, fully aware, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an Angle into Kylee's neck. fury had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee more than of a fervency's dying breath 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 flavor now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic muff as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juices.

"You short 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 eyes to encounter his as delight continued to mount.

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

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ normal'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very unlike way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything early than taste and gratitude to have this chance to make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the troublesomeness of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd wrinkle to thing.

That reasoning certainly wasn't pattern 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 gumption !"the capturer hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck opening and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee swelling Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to fall, filling the basement with her scent.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masquerade, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some undetectable emotion. Kylee studied the brood grimace. A sloshed scar ran down the lower half of his left cheek, and his nozzle looked wide and pronounced on a face 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 round around her mammilla now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"Okay, slut. You want to have intercourse the truth ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her consistence singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every in of him graze her stiff wetness as she began to mislay herself in the throe of heat."Please… William Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in forepart of your boyfriend and then kill you both. But the the true is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into realness. The the true is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even close to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the charge of your founding father's crime at you, to use your response as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my retribution. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a exit for speech, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender bleakness humped debauched now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the skulduggery of her cunt, the sounds of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, come on your boyfriend's prick. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life sentence as he watched her thrash her hips down. Marcus's putz vanished inside her dampness heat, her cunt clenching as the climax stormed her eubstance like an invading regular army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her purulent convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her confess echoing in the room. Her titty swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious second, until at finis her chill, bare material body stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her centre again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his unbending cock now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her pap hardened to painful, rapturous gunpoint.

"I won't 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 have this ascendence over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the payback I needed,"he finished with a dark, remorseful chuckle."That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head teacher, pumping her pelvic girdle a footling as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded stopcock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."nutcase to well-nigh people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could feel the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to detest for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender young woman just looked down at the man's saluting rotating shaft, letting her instincts retain controller.

Kray's cock was duncical, shortsighted than Marcus's. Like all male tool when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused diaphysis was like a masterful sculpture formed of flesh. ‘ Just one Thomas More sign that I'm not convention,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this interrupt man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her puss down roughly onto Marcus's turncock once more. She wiggled her ass and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish argument. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious ardent cum deeply towards the fille's womb.

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

Now she looked up at victor Kray, who looked to a greater extent forlorn than ever despite his physical mastery over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head teacher of his turncock with her oral cavity. As she stroked the distance of his humanness with her mouth, her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping back talk kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair's-breadth away from her aspect, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous fille came up off of his pecker. 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 willing to do this ?"His flavour was edged with mental rejection as the brunet looked down at his fully awakened girth. The innocent girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this lastly act towards Kray would offer a sliver of redress for the misunderstanding her beginner had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would have to sympathize, and if he didn't - because of his own green-eyed monster and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could mold through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a soundly thing.

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

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

"Yes, Kylee. aim my cum. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her pharynx. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her forehead, brim, and chin as overlord Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one bridge player as he continued to paint her supple cones with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose upper torso and face glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one last glance at her absolvitory eyes, sensing some kind of strange atonement there, and for a minute it almost seemed as if master key Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pant, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a Brobdingnagian step back. He seemed to be having some internal disputation before he spoke.

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison house or not, I'll give myself a becoming head start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rare grin."At to the lowest degree this fourth dimension if I go to prison it will be to convey responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a merry chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chairperson and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the metrical unit of the two chair so that neither of the naked prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a pass off moment. He leaned over to fondle Kylee's fundament lip with the pad of his quarter round, his early hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one live on time.

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

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

*****

Epilogue…

The following evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the comply night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the luggage of it was another issue. Someone had anonymously tipped off the constabulary on the couple's incarceration after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the dominance in whatever way they could, the swain and girlfriend drove chisel home in muteness. The metropolis had a haunted flavour to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the home with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the antechamber and discard his winder down on the kitchen countertop without a news. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower bath, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing pee, jumping in eagerly to experience its cleansing jot. Her intellect was a jumble of charge, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a mysterious, mind-purging breather.

‘ 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 LE 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 death chair, her hands bound behind her dorsum while schoolmaster Kray watched them fuck.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed head turned to something more unsafe, 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 finger this way. She should find traumatized, crippled by guilt feelings. Or was that just what companionship taught that all victims should find, no issue what ? ‘ Is something amiss with me ?'she mused. As the piddle cascaded down her slick skin, cleansing her torso and thigh, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal notion. Some victim of intimate domination might very well experience traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different form of animal. To her that look of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more active. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of submissive prisoner and dominant captor, that had made her blood lb frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of care. Excitement, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled wampum. The naked girl turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedchamber and threw her onto the soft comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

"What the snake pit was that ?"Marcus exploded."You think I enjoyed watching you suck a unknown man's tool ? Seeing the enjoyment you got from that ?"he said.

Kylee abruptly sat up, the apparent motion making her breasts jiggle in a distracting way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glow air on her boyfriend's grimace. He had been quiet and haunted during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elementary as a force play of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked dead body covering hers as his helping hand pinned her wrists to either side. His concentrated cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for give-and-take, so she reached for the sole affair that seemed to leave any hope for salvation. unsubdivided sincerity.

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was delight, because I think there's a healing soupcon to pleasure even in the most difficult situations ! I don't opinion 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 expression close to hers, their backtalk only an inch or two apart. That was when his deportment suddenly shifted paraphernalia. He readjusted his hips, driving his pecker into her freshly wash out sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sensations as his dick sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular soundbox covered her slender bareness like the sodding blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his sass found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her lip, her chest feeling spark of energy as their organic structure re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into niggling tap buds that grazed her boyfriend's dresser as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato music with her lilting moan threatening to billow in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your cunt belongs to me. Your beautiful heart, your sexy mouth, your savory tits, your perfective tense grinning - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to hump you raw all night long to teach you that moral, believe me, I will. You can bet on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psychotic's pecker it made me so angry ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the visual modality of you slurping on his gumshoe made me feel…"

Marcus's Bible 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 hands to his shoulders 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 suck Kray's shaft,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her young man's eyes, feeling aspirant. ‘ Maybe he's as Weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could hope.

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

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

Marcus let out an volatile breath of air before saying those impossible actor's line.

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

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

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her side for another osculation. His hips rolled forward, and his ray plunged into her puss for another delicious thrust as she widened her legs, 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 oneself erase the tormenting, Solanum dulcamara memories 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 hotness 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 muscle spasm firing in wild bursts, her slender form wracked by involved 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 penis lancing her relaxed, silky pussy.

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

‘ right field back at you,'she thought. Kylee's backtalk formed the ghost of a grinning as she closed her eye and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to inhabit in the same universe.



THE END.

source's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met hoi polloi who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so component of the reasonableness I wrote this narration was to try to articulate that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justness. Anyway, to all my kind readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your ambition, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty