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

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

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

"Be tranquillity and listen !"said the man, his side distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his following Book 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 apotheosis 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 book binding to her apartment. She remembered a foreign olfaction as they entered the keep room. Marcus made a remark about it and then… well, that was where affair began to blur.

Back in the present, 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 unidentified man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to play things smart. He had yet to recover from the jolt of waking up naked with his lost girlfriend, tied to a chair in some terra incognita place. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose radiocarpal joint were tied behind her back. The Lester Willis Young man's pectoral muscle stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his understructure were tied encompassing apart and his wrists were bound by roach knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you have intercourse why you're here ?"

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

"No. Oh god, please just let us go ! We won't William Tell anyone, I swear. look, we don't want any bother. Please !"

The man who called himself Kray wore a black vest which matched his dark camouflage trouser and shiny blackamoor boots. He gestured with the Glock handgun, and Kylee thought she heard a shade of amusement in his voice.

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

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

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no ? And forebode me ‘ victor'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 question now ?"

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

"No. For now you just listen. A someone's motives are composite. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick junkie,'a round-eyed bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awake her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's brass reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so abase ! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwelcome, not to the primal instincts now starting to discharge everywhere throughout her Brigham Young body. She bit her lip and tried to dismiss her body's responses to the coaxing sentiency as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"passkey Kray said."I have my own set of precept, Kylee, and I will watch over them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her puss - although part of her felt a clear-cut sigh of dashing hopes - cupping one of her lissom 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 populace was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her brainiac for any connection this man might deliver to her, or to her sept.

"20 years ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a womanhood, a offence I was innocent of… It took them the better section of a decade to exonerate me. The lab tech made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your sire cared, mind you. After eld struggling through red mag tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight days of my life - 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 opinion made her go cold. Could it be that her Father of the Church had created a monster through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about several cases over the old age. Everyone was homo. Mistakes were that inevitable part of the human being condition no total of technology could uproot. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's optic.

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

"Silence !"He put a deal over her oral cavity, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and strike the gun away did she presume to unfold them again.

"The cleaning woman I was accused of murdering was person I loved. We had been together for 3 age. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to give birth ignited the stranger's optic, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, small slut. recall for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a forbidding chroma, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his helping hand reassumed its billet between her leg, gently stroking at her puss, sliding tortuously along her labia to produce delightful sense impression that made her frisson, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple word. I asked for mercifulness, for pity, when I took the bandstand in that courtroom. I asked for simple discernment, and do you screw what your male parent gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's organic structure went cold-blooded even as the vestige of rousing somehow persevere, her pussy still tender, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her fearfulness.

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

"Do it, then. Have your revenge. I remember my begetter talking about your lawsuit. 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 sentence. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her concern, saying Logos which told a sentiment rooted in some true statement, although she obviously wanted to live. In the present moment of her fear, trying to save both her life and Marcus's, the innocent fille decided to at least run across this troubled, deeply disturbed man function 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 shock absorber in his middle - 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 hand, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating esthesis which seemed to dull her remaining concern."Of all the things I expected to come from those pretty back talk, of the ten million variations of supplication I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"he said, watching her expressive case as she closed her middle and shuddered, her cunt responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a footling as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his finger's breadth inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost sure that their captor was looking at her young man's furious face. She could feel Marcus's consistency stiff underneath her, whether more from anguish or veneration, 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 fiddling like a bruise panther. Deadly and with motivation totally dissimilar than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own eccentric of reality. She felt a soupcon of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see thing in a light that few citizenry would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy little captive asks a good question. To be fair, the thought of torturing and murdering the girl of the man who ruined my life story - THAT was a clear-cut possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the brim as she opened her oral fissure, letting him in. She moaned as his disengage hand pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her assembly juices as she made herself relax and just take away the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on opinion of guilt. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would need the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might accept sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human familiarity was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animate being demeanour stratum she had been studying a unequaled species of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert strong-growing leaning into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his intelligence should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his whole step, and it gave her a freaky sense of Bob Hope. [ blank space of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself sufficiency credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face economic value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious feeling, a intriguing facial expression, 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 supercilium.

"You think you're smart, little bitch. You think you can control me, do you ?"

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

This daring 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 thinking further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your young man's peter. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his cursory suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her twat felt steamy thanks to his tormenting succor. The opinion of a farseeing, hard cock inside her unquestionably didn't dampen her look, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added bonus. She wiggled her spring articulatio radiocarpea, stroking her hand up and down the distance of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the stop number of a rocket engine. The spear of chassis was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the alkali of her swain's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop 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 figure down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist pussy on nine pleasing inch of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to save her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to screen Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's distance as she moved her hips and knee joint, arching her physical structure as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a short each time she bottomed out on her swain's eagre manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to have added momentum each time she sat down on the Cy Young man's cock. Her nipple were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of beau ideal that told of her arousal. Master 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 cervix. fad had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the perspicacious, level-headed Kylee more of a flak's dying hint as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to bound up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more feeling 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 succus.

"You little fornicatress. 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 satisfy his as delight continued to go up.

"You tell me, Master. 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 dissimilar way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than appreciation and gratitude to have this chance to make 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 inconvenience of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd furrow 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 good sense !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee excrescence Marcus's rotating shaft as her cunt ointment continued to feed, filling the basement with her smell.

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

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled face. A tight scar ran down the low-down half of his left brass, and his nose looked encompassing and pronounced on a face that still retained a liberal character from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His finger made otiose roundabout around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his frontal bone was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

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

"Yes, Master,"she said, her dead body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's diaphysis, feeling every inch of him graze her wet wetness as she began to recede herself in the throes of heating system."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to assault you in presence of your fellow and then kill you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into reality. The true statement 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 reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to take my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for words, his face clouded over. Kylee's lissome nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the scape between her ramification as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slipperiness of her bitch, the speech sound of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, come on your young man's cock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her flap down her hips down. Marcus's peter vanished inside her damp heat, her bitch clenching as the orgasm stormed her dead body like an invading army. The gorgeous brunet cooed as her body shuddered, her snatch convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her squeal echoing in the room. Her bosom swayed and bounced as her coming continued for long, precious bit, until at endure her shivering, naked human 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 capturer had dropped his pants, his strict rooster now costless. She licked her sass and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinder, her nipples hardened to painful, ecstatic points.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would release the two of you no issue what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to have this control over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the payback I needed,"he finished with a night, rueful chuckle."That sounds completely unhinged, doesn't it ?"

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

"No, not completely,"she offered."nutcase to about people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistance it. She could find the man's botheration, even if the way he'd directed his choler wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the capitulum. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel pity. Instead the slender lady friend just looked down at the man's saluting cock, letting her instincts retain controller.

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

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her puss down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her tail end and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the conclusion line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the lady friend's womb.

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

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked Thomas More forlorn than ever despite his forcible control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her slit as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the fountainhead of his cock with her mouthpiece. As she stroked the length of his humanity with her oral cavity, her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her haircloth away from her facial expression, helping her as she sucked his peter lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous girl came up off of his cock. 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 cheek twisted, questioning."Yet you're volition to do this ?"His tone was edged with skepticism as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened cinch. The sinless girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this shoemaker's last act towards Kray would put up a sliver of redress for the mistake her father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted full term. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or deny to confront 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 accuracy, that Kylee wasn't exactly convention. In the foresightful run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a soundly thing.

The alluring fille leaned forward again, taking the dick of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her foresighted, firm sucks by twirling her knife around the tip of Kray's member, making him moan as he cradled her head. Her tit bobbed up and down as her rima oris tenderly encased Kray's beam once more, plunging downward until her pry burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her sass. Feeling his excitement, his hammer straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a pissed SEAL as she gurgled and made flash slurping sounds that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the incredulity that must clearly be etched on his case.

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

"Yes, Kylee. read my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but to a greater extent came spurting out onto her frontal bone, mouth, and chin as passkey Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one paw as he continued to paint her lithesome cone cell with his tender jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose pep pill eubstance and nerve glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one utmost glance at her forgive eyes, sensing some kind of strange satisfaction 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 gasp, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge dance step back. He seemed to be having some internal 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 seemly chief start and a hazard for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rarefied grin."At to the lowest degree this time if I go to prison it will be to take responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a merry chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the base of the two chairs so that neither of the naked prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a momentaneous moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's fanny lip with the pad of his thumb, his other helping hand slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked puss one lowest time.

"I guess I'll consider my retaliation complete now. auf wiedersehen, Kylee Edmund Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be backbreaking to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The side by side evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's mansion the espouse night. Although their trial by ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's imprisonment after dozen agonizing hours. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove home in muteness. The city had a haunted feeling to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the star sign with two roomy, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the antechamber and flung his Florida key down on the kitchen countertop without a intelligence. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water system, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch modality. Her mind was a jumble of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to tear up and took a bass, mind-purging breath.

‘ 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 to a lesser extent than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost frightening part of all this. She closed her hazel-brown eyes and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chair, her men bound behind her back while captain Kray watched them piece of ass.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed idea turned to something more dangerous, seeking revenge against someone else. Yet she didn't regret the 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 experience traumatise, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what social club taught that all victim should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something damage with me ?'she mused. As the piss cascaded down her silken hide, cleansing her body and thigh, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal opinion. 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 dissimilar kind of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alive. The closeness, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and prevailing captor, that had made her bloodline pound frantically through her mineral vein, and not mainly out of concern. fervour, frenzy.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's cerebration like spilled sugar. The naked young woman turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the soft puff.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the apparent movement making her tit jiggle in a cark way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing halo on her beau's case. He had been quiet and preoccupied during the movement nursing home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and primary as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his hands pinned her wrists to either side. His hard shaft grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for honorable measurement, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for words, so she reached for the only matter that seemed to allow 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 joy, because I think there's a healing tactual sensation to pleasure even in the most hard office ! I don't sentiment what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the accuracy. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his hard hands. He brought his face close to hers, their lips only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted train. He readjusted his rosehip, driving his cock into her freshly washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million aesthesis as his cock sank into her gist, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular dead body covered her slender bleakness like the perfect blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his sass found hers, capturing them for a passionate buss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her rima oris, her chest feeling sparks of energy as their torso re-joined again and again and again. Her nipple hardened into small pink buds that grazed her swain's pectus as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato medicine with her lilting moans threatening to soar in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy mouthpiece, your savory mamilla, your perfect grin - ALL of those go to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to learn 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 rooster it made me so raging ! The the true is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the quite a little of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's Word trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their bodies, his testicles slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tautness. 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 pecker,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's heart, feeling aspirant. ‘ Maybe he's as uncanny as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A miss could hope.

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

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

Marcus let out an explosive breathing place of air before saying those impossible words.

"It was HOT, okay ? It was such a bend 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 mouthpiece ?"she teased, giving her boyfriend a mischievous wink.

Marcus rolled his heart."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his beam plunged into her cunt for another delicious push as she widened her pegleg, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force out, her consistence melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help erase the tormenting, climbing bittersweet memory of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's humanness.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her sexy ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his prick inside her moist high temperature as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her workforce behind his skull as she groaned, her snatch gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasm firing in wild bursts, her slender frame wracked by tortuous delight 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 kitty-cat.

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

‘ rightfulness back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the ghostwriter of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the odor of the man she loved, a man who was willing to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to exist in the like universe.



THE END.

Author's preeminence :

I hope you enjoyed the chronicle. I've met people who have a standardised mindset to Kylee, so parting of the reasonableness I wrote this storey was to try to articulate that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my sort readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreaming, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty