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

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

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

"Be quiet and hear !"said the man, his brass distorted behind the masque. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their capturer. But she grasped at his next tidings like a drowning cleaning woman glimpsing an island.

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

The night had all started out with the paragon escort, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a motion-picture show and then ice skating in the ballpark. Somehow though, all of it had led to this incubus. She remembered Marcus taking her rear to her apartment. She remembered a strange olfactory property as they entered the animation room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where matter began to blur.

Back in the represent, Kylee was all too aware of their captor sitting fully clothed in the chair opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to roleplay things smart. He had yet to recoup from the shock of waking up naked with his lost girlfriend, tied to a hot seat in some unknown situation. He was bound to a wicker chairperson, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectoral muscle stood out as he strained against his adhesiveness, but his understructure were tied wide of the mark apart and his wrists were bound by circle knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you roll in the hay why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a blacken vest which matched his colored camo pants and glossy grim thrill. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tincture of amusement in his voice.

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

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

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no ? And address me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll find out 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 school principal, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her innocent eyes.

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

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To feature a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her physical structure responded in way that were not unwelcome, not to the primal inherent aptitude now starting to fire everywhere throughout her Pres Young trunk. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her eubstance's reply to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"passe-partout Kray said."I have my own set of precept, Kylee, and I will keep an eye on them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hired man up thankfully away from her snatch - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her svelte breasts instead.

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

"Twenty years ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a fair sex, a crime I was devoid of… It took them the better part of a decade to assoil me. The lab tech made a mistake that resulted in a faithlessly DNA match. Not that your father cared, judgment you. After twelvemonth struggling through red magnetic tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my spirit - prison term I'll never get back, and I have your father to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go coldness. Could it be that her male parent had created a giant through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about several cases over the days. Everyone was human. fault were that inevitable part of the homo term no amount of technology 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 mitt over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her buttock, and she closed her eye. Only when he had seemed to calm down and train the gun away did she defy to spread them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was mortal I loved. We had been together for 3 year. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to take in ignited the stranger's center, because they were no longer common cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. Think for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a forbidding chroma, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its shoes between her legs, gently stroking at her slit, sliding tortuously along her labia to make delectable whizz that made her shake, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple tidings. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that court. I asked for elementary savvy, and do you know what your begetter gave me in recurrence ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his script and pressed the barrel of the gun between her branch. Kylee's eubstance went cold even as the vestige of rousing somehow remain, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to give back despite her care.

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

"Do it, then. experience your revenge. I remember my forefather talking about your case. I remember the guilt eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to go on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying countersign which told a sentiment rooted in some accuracy, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her fear, trying to save both her life and Marcus's, the innocent young woman decided to at least get together this troubled, deeply crazy man voice 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 flash of total seismic disturbance in his heart - one of the few things his masquerade party couldn't fell.

"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 sensations which seemed to dull her remaining fear."Of all the things I expected to amount from those pretty lips, of the ten million variations of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her heart and shuddered, her pussy 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 fingers inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his regard straying just above Kylee's shoulder joint. The female child was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's furious face. She could feel Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from pain or awe, 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 finger a little like a bruise panther. Deadly and with need totally different than any reasonable man being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of reality. She felt a undertone of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see matter in a luminousness that few masses would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding let down."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy niggling captive 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 discrete possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his give up script pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her gathering juices as she made herself relax and just call for the superstar he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on flavour of guilt. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the pleasure he gave her, just have it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human intimacy was almost always a dear thing…even now. In her animal behaviour class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive trend into something more redemptive.

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

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

His masked brass seemed to tinge again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smartness, short gripe. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

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

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to ride your boyfriend's cock. You can have sex as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt corneous thanks to his tormenting succor. The thought of a long, arduous cock inside her definitely didn't break her tone, and the estimation of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an supply bonus. She wiggled her bound carpus, stroking her bridge player up and down the duration of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the stop number of a rocket. The fishgig of build was aroused and all too fix for her as the sexy brunet gently squeezed the basis of her swain's phallus.

"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 gem as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe frame down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing inches of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her regard fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the tactile property of Marcus's length as she moved her articulatio coxae and knees, arching her dead body as her titty pushed forward, moaning a little each clock time she bottomed out on her fellow's eager humanness.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to break added impulse each time she sat down on the young man's dick. Her pap were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of idol that told of her arousal. maestro 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 mindful, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an slant into Kylee's neck. passion had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee more of a firing's dying hint as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to bandage up and down her boyfriend's member, moaning with more touch sensation 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 little slut. You think that by giving me a skillful fuck-show with your boyfriend, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to meet his as pleasure continued to mount.

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

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ normal'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very dissimilar way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything former than appreciation and gratitude to have got this chance to urinate have a go at it to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the worriment of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd seam to things.

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

"You make no sense !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to run, filling the basement with her scent.

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

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his center flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the brood face. A fast scar ran down the glower half of his left-hand cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a grimace that still retained a better-looking quality from youthfulness. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her boob. His fingerbreadth made lazy roofy around her teat now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

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

"Yes, passe-partout,"she said, her body singing with joy as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him graze her tight wetness as she began to miss herself in the throes of warmth."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in forepart of your boyfriend and then obliterate you both. But the truth 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 close up to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusal of your father's crime at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to take my retribution. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for words, his face clouded over. Kylee's lithesome desolation humped truehearted now, squeezing the tool between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the speech sound of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, fare on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad center of her capturer briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's stopcock vanished inside her moistness heat, her pussy clenching as the orgasm stormed her consistency like an invading army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her squeal echoing in the elbow room. Her boob swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious mo, until at survive her chill, naked figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eye again she saw that her capturer had dropped his pants, his fixed putz now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinder, her nipple hardened to painful, ecstatic point in time.

"I won't force-out 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 dominance over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a dark, rueful chortle."That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it ?"

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

"No, not completely,"she offered."crazy to virtually 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 hate for the Lapplander intellect she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting light beam, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's cock was thick, forgetful than Marcus's. Like all male prick 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 Sir Thomas More sign that I'm not rule,'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 cock once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his ball towards the wind up line. All of a sudden her young man was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his humanity spurted its cherished strong cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heating plant make her insides both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a contented sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your cum,'she thought. Maybe the sexual climax would take the bound off Marcus'reverence and calm him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her snatch as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his prick with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her sassing, her clapper cradled the bottom of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her face, 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 chops, tasting the man's pre-cum.

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

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

His face twisted, questioning."Yet you're unforced to do this ?"His tonus was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The destitute missy nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would bid a splinter of restitution for the mistake her father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted damage. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would have to realise, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a in effect thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her mouthpiece. She followed up her prospicient, business firm sucks by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him moan as he cradled her principal. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her oral cavity tenderly encased Kray's spear once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every column inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her backtalk forming a besotted seal as she gurgled and made garish slurping sounds that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his face.

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

"Yes, Kylee. Take my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her forehead, lips, and chin as skipper Kray stepped back, gripping his rigour in one hand as he continued to paint her supple cones with his quick 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 lust.

He took one last glance at her forgiving eyes, sensing some kind of strange satisfaction there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a Good Book or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a Brobdingnagian 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 house or not, I'll give myself a decent read/write head start and a prospect for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled side broke out in a rare grin."At to the lowest degree this metre if I go to prison house 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 chairwoman and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the ft of the two death chair so that neither of the raw captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handwork for a fleeting import. He leaned over to caress Kylee's hind end lip with the pad of his quarter round, his other hand slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked pussy one close time.

"I guess I'll look at my retaliation stark now. Goodbye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be surd to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The adjacent evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's theatre the following Nox. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another number. somebody had anonymously tipped off the police on the duad's enslavement after 12 agonizing hours. After helping the federal agency in whatever way they could, the beau and girlfriend drove dwelling in silence. The city had a haunted feel to it, shrouded in moonshine, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the firm with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the anteroom and flung his Florida key down on the kitchen countertop without a Holy Scripture. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower bath, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluice water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her mind was a welter of charge, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a cryptic, mind-purging breathing place.

‘ I did what I had to do…No wait…no, that's not it,'she realized. Kylee suddenly knew without a doubt that she'd done no more or no less than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost fearsome 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 bridge player bound behind her back while captain Kray watched them shtup.

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

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to experience this way. She should feel traumatized, crippled by guilt feelings. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should palpate, no issue what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the urine cascaded down her sleek skin, cleansing her torso and thigh, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. 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 animal. To her that notion of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain in the neck. She had never felt more alert. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of subservient captive and dominant capturer, that had made her blood pound frantically through her mineral vein, and not mainly out of fright. Excitement, fury.

Marcus stepped into the cascade now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled refined sugar. The raw missy turned, her centre flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the soft sympathiser.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the drive making her titty jiggle in a distracting way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the effusion, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing gloriole on her boyfriend's face. He had been hush and obsessed during the drive dwelling. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a force out of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his bare body covering hers as his manus pinned her wrist joint to either incline. His hard cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for trade good measurement, and his intimation tickled her cheek, hot against her grimace.

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

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

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

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his impregnable hands. He brought his facial expression close to hers, their mouth only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his rose hip, driving his turncock into her new wash sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million ace as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular body covered her slender nudity like the thoroughgoing mantle, and he began pumping inside her even as his backtalk found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her boob feeling discharge of energy as their eubstance re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into little pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his rosehip forward, fucking her with a quicker calendar method of birth control. His grunts were a staccato medicine with her lilting groan threatening to heave in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your slit belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy mouth, your savoury bosom, your perfect smile - ALL of those go to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to teach you that object lesson, consider me, I will. You can consider on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's shaft it made me so wild ! The truth is that I was just as raging at myself, though, at what else the mint of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's words trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their physical structure, his testicles slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her parsimony. She moaned happily, clasping her workforce to his shoulder joint and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, child. shag me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me sucking Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes, feeling promising. ‘ Maybe he's as uncanny 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 lag she was feeling the entire length of his shaft nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectoral, teasing his mamilla with two firm pinches.

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

Marcus let out an explosive breathing place of air before saying those insufferable actor's line.

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

"You mean in my lip ?"she teased, giving her swain a arch wink.

Marcus rolled his centre."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her facial expression for another buss. His pelvis rolled forward, and his quill plunged into her bitch for another toothsome push as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force play, her body melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might assist erase the tormenting, bittersweet store of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's humanity.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her aphrodisiacal 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 body's muscle spasm firing in wild outburst, her slender build wracked by tortuous 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, silken pussy.

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

‘ Right back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the ghost of a smiling as she closed her centre and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was will to acknowledge that sex and guilt feelings didn't have to subsist in the same universe.



THE END.

writer's banker's bill :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met mass who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so voice of the ground I wrote this taradiddle was to try to articulate that standpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some Justice Department. Anyway, to all my kind readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty