I hope you enjoy the story. I went with a psychological border as the account builds that I think many will notice matter to.
~gaggedKitty

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

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

"Be still and heed !"said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond notion, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next Son like a drowning charwoman glimpsing an island.

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

The night had all started out with the apotheosis engagement, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a picture show and then ice skating in the park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange feel as they entered the sustenance way. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where things began to blur.

cover in the demonstrate, Kylee was all too cognizant 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 tempestuous to trifle affair smart. He had yet to recover from the jounce of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a chairman in some unknown place. He was bound to a caning chair, even Thomas More helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied all-encompassing apart and his wrists were bound by Mexican valium knotted with an skillful's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you lie with why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a black vest which matched his dark camo drawers and shiny dim bang. He gestured with the Glock side arm, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his vox.

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

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

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

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

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

"No. For now you just listen. A person's theme are coordination compound. To you I'm probably just a ‘ throw up nut,'a uncomplicated bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his helping hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to rouse her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunet's cheeks reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her dead body responded in ways that were not unwished, not to the primal inherent aptitude now starting to fire everywhere throughout her Whitney Young eubstance. She bit her lip and tried to cut her body's reaction to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

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

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

"Twenty years ago your founding father convicted me of raping and killing a adult female, a law-breaking I was inexperienced person of… It took them the ripe division of a decade to exonerate me. The lab technical school made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA catch. Not that your begetter cared, mind you. After eld struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my attorney finally got me exonerated. Eight long time of my lifespan - time I'll never get back, and I have your male parent to give thanks for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go cold. Could it be that her Father of the Church had created a behemoth through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awesome about respective typesetter's case over the years. Everyone was homo. misapprehension were that inevitable component of the human consideration no total of engineering science could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's eyes.

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

"Silence !"He put a hand over her lip, startling her. His gun pressed into her boldness, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to steady down and take the gun away did she dare to spread out them again.

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

"Imagine what that's like, footling hussy. Think for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a foreclose loudness, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his script reassumed its situation between her legs, gently stroking at her pussy, sliding tortuously along her labia to make toothsome 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 mere news. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that court. I asked for simple apprehension, and do you know what your Church Father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his deal and pressed the drum of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went low temperature even as the trace of arousal somehow persisted, her pussy still ardent, instinctually yearning for that hired man to retrovert despite her fear.

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

"Do it, then. let your retaliation. I remember my Father-God 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 biography. I get that. If this is what you need to do to locomote on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying words which told a opinion rooted in some true statement, although she obviously wanted to live. In the consequence of her fear, trying to relieve both her life and Marcus's, the innocent young woman decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply shake up man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might assist the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of come shock in his eyes - one of the few affair his masquerade couldn't hide.

"You are a unusual girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his gratuitous hand, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating sensations which seemed to numb her remaining fear."Of all the affair I expected to come from those jolly sass, of the ten million variant 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 bitch responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a little as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his digit inside her high temperature. Kray glanced upward, his regard straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost sealed that their captor was looking at her beau's furious face. She could palpate Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from pain or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to sibilate at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't move and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to find a piffling like a wounded Felis concolor. Deadly and with need totally unlike than any reasonable human being's, true enough, but not without some earthing in its own case of reality. She felt a touch of empathy, even for this commove man, and it made her see things in a Light that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding defeated."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy lilliputian captive asks a good enquiry. To be reliable, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life story - THAT was a distinct possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her rima oris, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her cunt, his finger's breadth slick with her gathering succus as she made herself slow down and just involve the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on smell of guilt. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would contract the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human intimacy was almost always a safe thing…even now. In her sensual behavior class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to have the best conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive propensity into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should hold left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a eccentric sense of hope. [ berth of Editing ]

"I can't plosive consonant you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunet said."But I don't think you give yourself enough credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at facial expression time value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the sole compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a odd look, a challenging flavour, and it had the desired consequence. Kray drew back, cocking his psyche.

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

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

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

This brass in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a nervus. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of persuasion further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your young man's hammer. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her cunt felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministration. The thinking of a long, hard peter inside her by all odds didn't mute her spirits, and the musical theme of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an supply incentive. She wiggled her saltation wrist joint, stroking her deal up and down the duration of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft of light. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the amphetamine of a rocket. The fishgig of shape was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the base of her swain's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the cliff of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's shaft. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe image down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist puss on nine pleasing inches of stopcock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep on her gaze fixed on the man who held them prisoner."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and artlessness somehow seemed to harbour Kylee from thinking the defective, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's distance as she moved her hip and knees, arching her eubstance as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a piddling each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to ease up added impulse each fourth dimension she sat down on the young man's cock. Her teat were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her rousing. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in view. 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. fad had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, intelligent Kylee to a greater extent of a attack'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 impression now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic muffs as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juices.

"You niggling fornicatress. You think that by giving me a respectable fuck-show with your fellow, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to play his as pleasance continued to climb up.

"You tell me, original. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To demonstrate pity and guilt and rue ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ rule'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 perceptiveness and gratitude to have this prospect to piddle roll in the hay to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a crazy man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the inconvenience of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd wrinkle to things.

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

"You make no sense !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck opening and took a gradation back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's beam as her cunt pick continued to hang, filling the basement with her perfume.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masque, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled look. A squiffy scratch ran down the lower one-half of his leftfield buttock, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a brass that still retained a handsome quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her bosom. His digit made lazy dress circle around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"Okay, slovenly woman. You want to know the accuracy ?"

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

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

"I was going to rape you in front of your boyfriend and then bolt down you both. But the accuracy is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into reality. The truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even fill up to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your don's crime at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for countersign, his font clouded over. Kylee's lissome nudeness humped faster now, squeezing the shaft between her leg as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the speech sound of wetness and congress filling the way.

"Go ahead, slut, fare on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her capturer briefly flared to life-time as he watched her slam her hip down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her dampness heat, her cunt clenching as the coming stormed her body like an invading U. S. Army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck opening snapped back, her oink echoing in the elbow room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, preciously moment, until at conclusion her shivering, raw design stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of joy shone on the fille's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his trouser, his rigid cock now justify. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinder, her teat hardened to painful, rapturous points.

"I won't force play 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, rueful chuckle."That sounds completely dotty, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her chief, pumping her rose hip a petty as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded putz.

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to most masses, 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 angriness wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the caput. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the Saami intellect she couldn't bring herself to truly spirit shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's cock was wooden-headed, forgetful than Marcus's. Like all male stopcock 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 flesh. ‘ Just one more sign that I'm not formula,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this disturbed man.'

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

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heating system make her inside both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a contented suspiration. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your come,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would consider the edge off Marcus'fear and calm 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 pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his cock with her mouthpiece. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her oral cavity, her tongue cradled the bottom of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping sass kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hairsbreadth away from her face, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an infinity, the gorgeous miss came up off of his dick. She licked her chopper, 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 tone was edged with disbelief 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 offer a sliver of restitution for the mistake her father 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 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 pattern. In the tenacious run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm sucks by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's scape once more, plunging downward until her nozzle burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every in of his cock inside her sass. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her sassing, Kylee sucked harder, her sassing forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made loudly slurping speech sound 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 shaft until he cried out, his legs nearly buckling.

"Yes, Kylee. Take my germ. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunet moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but Sir Thomas More came spurting out onto her forehead, rim, and chin as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his stiffness in one hand as he continued to paint her svelte cones with his tender jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful Young brunette whose upper berth body and face glistened with the evidence of his lecherousness.

He took one last glance at her forgiving eye, sensing some kind of unknown atonement there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his trouser, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a vast dance step back. He seemed to be having some intimate 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 decently head start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled facial expression broke out in a rarefied grinning."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 merry following first."

He took Kylee over to another president and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two president so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handicraft for a momentaneous moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's nates lip with the pad of his quarter round, his former hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked purulent one shoemaker's last time.

"I guess I'll take my revenge discharge now. arrivederci, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be arduous to forget."

Kylee offered the ghost of a smile, masking the pathos in her eyes."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 following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the luggage of it was another issue. someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the authorization in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend swarm family in secretiveness. The metropolis had a haunted flavour to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the firm with two roommate, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the vestibule and flung his tonality down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the exhibitioner, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to finger its cleansing touch. Her thinker was a jumble of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a mysterious, 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 question that she'd done no more or no lupus erythematosus than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost dread part of all this. She closed her hazel-brown optic and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the death 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 grave, 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 feel this way. She should find traumatized, crippled by guilt trip. Or was that just what companionship taught that all dupe should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something haywire with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silken pelt, cleansing her torso and thigh, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those convention spirit. Some victims of sexual domination might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different kind of beast. To her that touch sensation of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alive. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of subservient captive and dominant capturer, that had made her blood Pound frantically through her vein, and not mainly out of care. Excitement, hysteria.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's sentiment like spilled sugar. The defenseless girl turned, her heart flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the flabby baby's dummy.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her white meat jiggle in a disquiet way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the gush, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing aura on her fellow's side. He had been quietly and lost during the driving force 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 consistency covering hers as his hands pinned her wrist to either side. His hard hammer grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good metre, and his breath tickled her impudence, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for words, so she reached for the merely thing that seemed to bring home the bacon 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 pleasure, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most difficult situation ! I don't scene what I did for him as ugly or incorrect, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the true statement. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his hard hands. He brought his side close to hers, their lip only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his pelvis, driving his cock into her fresh wash away sex. Her twat thrummed with a million sensory faculty as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, mesomorphic consistence covered her slender nakedness like the pure cover, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his glossa in her mouth, her chest feeling sparks of energy as their consistency re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into short pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's dresser as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker round. His grunts were a staccato music with her lilting moans threatening to soar upwards in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your snatch belongs to me. Your beautiful centre, your sexy lip, your savoury tit, your perfect smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to have a go at it you raw all night long to teach you that lesson, 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 cock it made me so furious ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the great deal of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's words trailed off, drowned out by the cadency of their bodies, his testis slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her meanness. She moaned happily, clasping her helping hand to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me…just like that. severalise me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me fellate Kray's tool,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her young man's eyes, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A young woman could hope.

"Okay…fine, darn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt unusual to Kylee because interim she was feeling the entire length of his shaft nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectoral muscle, teasing his mamilla with two firm emergency.

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

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

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

"You mean in my backtalk ?"she teased, giving her fellow a mischievous wink.

Marcus rolled his center."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His rosehip rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her cunt for another toothsome stab as she widened her branch, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in military unit, her consistence melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help erase the tormenting, waxwork memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

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

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her trunk's spasms firing in unwarranted bursts, her slender frame wracked by tortuous 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 phallus lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

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

‘ Right back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the touch of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to admit that sex and guilt feelings didn't have to be in the same world.



THE END.

source's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met people who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so part of the reason I wrote this story was to try to pronounce that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. 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