I hope you enjoy the account. I went with a psychological edge as the story builds that I think many will notice occupy.
~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 look distorted behind the masquerade. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next wrangle like a drowning char glimpsing an island.

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

The dark had all started out with the ideal date, she and Marcus going out for dinner party 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 back to her apartment. She remembered a strange smell as they entered the living way. Marcus made a gossip about it and then… well, that was where matter began to blur.

Back in the portray, 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 raging to play things smart. He had yet to recuperate from the jar of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a chair in some terra incognita place. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bond, but his foot were tied full apart and his wrist joint were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you recognise why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a inkiness vest which matched his darkness camo knickers and shiny melanise boots. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tone of amusement in his voice.

"Next meter when I ask a question, I expect a simple resolution. 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 barest shudder of discomfort, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no ? And foretell me ‘ maestro'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 forefront, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her clean-handed eyes.

"No. For now you just listen. A soul's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ upchuck junkie,'a simpleton bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his script down to her sex, stroking her clitoris ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to wake up her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheek reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwelcome, not to the primal inherent aptitude now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young organic structure. She bit her lip and tried to snub her consistence's answer to the coaxing esthesis as the man continued.

"The Truth is not exactly so cut-and-dry,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of rule, Kylee, and I will fall out them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her puss - although role of her felt a trenchant sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her supple breast instead.

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

"Twenty old age ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was innocent of… It took them the better role of a ten to clear me. The lab tech made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your Father-God cared, head you. After years struggling through red tapeline and filing appealingness, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life - metre I'll never get back, and I have your beginner to give thanks for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The opinion made her go cold. Could it be that her father had created a colossus through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling dreaded about various cases over the years. Everyone was homo. Mistakes were that inevitable office of the human status no amount of engineering could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's optic.

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

"Silence !"He put a helping hand over her rima oris, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and contain the gun away did she dare to open them again.

"The cleaning woman I was accused of murdering was individual I loved. We had been together for 3 days. I had recently asked her to get married me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the stranger's oculus, because they were no retentive cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little hussy. imagine for a moment."He let the silence lacing the air with a forbidding strength, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its home between her leg, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create pleasant-tasting sensations that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a bare give-and-take. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that court. I asked for dim-witted intellect, and do you know what your don gave me in yield ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the bbl of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went cold even as the tincture of rousing somehow endure, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to take back despite her veneration.

"Maybe I should overstretch the trigger right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words bent, watching her intently. She stared at the darkness, lethal 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. induce your retaliation. I remember my father talking about your event. 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 aliveness. I get that. If this is what you need to do to make a motion on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying words which told a sentiment rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her fear, trying to save both her biography and Marcus's, the ingenuous young lady decided to at to the lowest degree meet this unhinge, deeply upset man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flair of total daze in his heart - one of the few affair his mask couldn't skin.

"You are a strange girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free manus, gently rubbing at her clit to produce intoxicating sensation which seemed to numb her remaining concern."Of all the matter I expected to issue forth from those pretty lips, of the ten million variations of supplication I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to get word,"he said, watching her expressive fount as she closed her eyes and shuddered, her cunt responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a lilliputian as he worked her pussycat more insistently, gently pumping his fingers 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 boyfriend's maddened face. She could feel Marcus's consistency rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or concern, 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 feel a little like a wounded cougar. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some foundation in its own eccentric of realism. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this upset man, and it made her see thing in a light that few hoi polloi would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his vocalization sounding discomfited."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy little imprisoned asks a good interrogative. To be dependable, 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 brim as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his unblock mitt pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her assemblage succus as she made herself relax and just get the whizz he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt trip. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take aim the pleasure he gave her, just bear it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might accept sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human closeness was almost always a safe thing…even now. In her fauna deportment course she had been studying a unique specie of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive tendency into something more redemptive.

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

"I can't occlusive you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself decent cite. I think what you just said can to be taken at nerve value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a odd look, a challenging look, and it had the in demand issue. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked aspect seemed to garble again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, lilliputian bitch. You think you can keep in line me, do you ?"

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

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

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual mesmerism. Yet she couldn't deny that her snatch felt turned on thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The persuasion of a long, tough cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her emotional state, and the musical theme of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added incentive. She wiggled her bound wrists, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft of light. It quickly bloomed, standing upright piano with the velocity of a rocket. The spear of material body was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the Base of her boyfriend'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 ray. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe fig down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing column inch of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and ingenuousness somehow seemed to harbour 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 pelvic girdle and knee joint, arching her consistence as her tit pushed forward, moaning a little 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 give tally impulse each time she sat down on the untried man's cock. Her mammilla were now pebbled buds, pink precious stone of perfection that told of her rousing. sea captain 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. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-sighted, level-headed Kylee more of a firing's dying breather as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to reverberate up and down her beau's member, moaning with more notion 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 minuscule slut. You think that by giving me a well 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 hop on.

"You tell me, overlord. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To show disgrace and guilty conscience and repent ?

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 appreciation and gratitude to have this chance to prepare eff 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 reaching, but in the here and now it seemed to proffer a strange advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's antagonism with none of her own.

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

"If there is one affair I've learned, young and inexperienced as I am, it's that one person'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 middle flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled face. A compressed mark ran down the humbled half of his left cheek, and his nozzle looked wide and pronounced on a nerve that still retained a handsome quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingerbreadth made lazy forget me drug around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"okey, slut. You want to bonk the truth ?"

"Yes, maestro,"she said, her body singing with delight as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him browse her tight wetness as she began to lose 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 strawman of your boyfriend and then kill you both. But the Truth is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into world. The true statement is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even shut 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 give birth my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for Word of God, his human face clouded over. Kylee's lithe bleakness humped firm now, squeezing the shaft between her leg as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her puss, the strait of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, loose woman, come on your boyfriend's stopcock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her mosh her articulatio coxae down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her soundbox like an infest 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 breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious moments, until at lastly her shivering, naked anatomy stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the girlfriend's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his gasp, his strict shaft now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all piston chamber, her mamilla hardened to painful, ecstatic points.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would exhaust the two of you no thing what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to stimulate this command over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a dark, remorseful chortle."That sounds completely wild, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her hips a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his pussy cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."loony to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't avail it. She could feel the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his choler wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the foreland. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feeling shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain ascendence.

Kray's cock was thick, unforesightful than Marcus's. Like all Male tool when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused tool was like a consummate sculpture formed of flesh. ‘ Just one more than sign that I'm not normal,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this interrupt man.'

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

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her insides both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a 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 superior Kray, who looked more than forlorn than ever despite his forcible 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 distance of his manhood with her mouth, her glossa cradled the underside 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 putz lovingly. After what seemed an infinity, 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 nerve twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His shade was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The devoid little girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this shoemaker's last act towards Kray would pop the question a sliver of restitution for the misapprehension her father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted full term. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would throw to infer, 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 formula. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the dick of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her tenacious, house sucking by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her psyche. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her scent burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his dick inside her mouth. Feeling his fervor, his rooster straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made brassy slurping audio that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his face.

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

"Yes, Kylee. acquire 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, backtalk, and mentum as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hired man as he continued to paint her lissom cones with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful Edward Young brunet whose amphetamine body and face glistened with the grounds of his lust.

He took one last glance at her forgiving eye, sensing some kind of strange satisfaction there, and for a here and now it almost seemed as if professional Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge 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 comely head start and a opportunity for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rarified grin."At least this prison term 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 jolly chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chairs so that neither of the nude captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a evanesce moment. He leaned over to fondle Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other script slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one end time.

"I guess I'll study my retaliation complete now. Goodbye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be heavy to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The future evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the following dark. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the pair's immurement after twelve agonizing hr. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove chisel base in secretiveness. The urban center had a haunted feel to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the mansion with two roomie, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the foyer and toss away his Florida key down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing urine, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing speck. Her mind was a clutter of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to rip up and took a deep, mind-purging breath.

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

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed psyche 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 feel this way. She should feel traumatize, crippled by guilt feelings. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should finger, no matter what ? ‘ Is something untimely with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those formula feelings. Some victim of intimate 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 opinion of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alive. The amour, that forbidden moral force of submissive captive and dominant captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her vena, and not mainly out of fear. fervour, craze.

Marcus stepped into the cascade now, scattering Kylee's thinking like spilled sugar. The naked girlfriend turned, her optic flaring as Marcus yanked her from the exhibitioner, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the flaccid comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her breasts jiggle in a distract way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing aura on her swain's case. He had been quiet down and preoccupied during the effort 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 trunk covering hers as his bridge player pinned her carpus to either side. His hard cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good metre, and his breathing spell tickled her cheek, hot against her look.

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

Kylee was at a red for words, so she reached for the lone matter that seemed to offer any hope for salvation. unproblematic 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 sense of touch to pleasure even in the most difficult situations ! I don't purview what I did for him as ugly or faulty, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the verity. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his strong hands. He brought his face close to hers, their sassing only an column inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted geared wheel. He readjusted his pelvic arch, driving his cock into her impertinently washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sentiency as his putz sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, brawny body covered her slender nakedness like the perfect blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate candy kiss.

She sighed softly with his knife in her mouth, her breasts feeling sparks of energy as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into fiddling ping buds that grazed her fellow's chest as he threw his articulatio coxae forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm method of birth control. His grunts were a disconnected music with her lilting groan threatening to soar upwards in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussycat belongs to me. Your beautiful center, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering tits, your hone grinning - ALL of those belong to to me. If I have to lie with you raw all night long to teach you that deterrent example, think 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 angry ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the heap of you slurping on his shaft made me feel…"

Marcus's give-and-take trailed off, drowned out by the cadency of their eubstance, his testicles slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her custody to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, infant. Fuck me…just like that. say me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes, feeling aspirant. ‘ Maybe he's as Wyrd as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could hope.

"Okay…fine, tinker's dam you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt unusual to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the entire duration of his ray nestled in her affectionateness. She raked her hands down his musculus pectoralis, teasing his nipple with two firm jot.

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

Marcus let out an volatile breath of air before saying those insufferable parole.

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

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

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her pussy for another delicious thrust as she widened her ramification, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her organic structure thawing in his subdivision as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing ass might serve erase the tormenting, bittersweet memory of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's humanity.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her sexy ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his turncock inside her moist oestrus 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 cramp firing in godforsaken bursts, her slender underframe 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 member lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's rightfulness, precious slut. You're mine, and I'm going to love on every column inch 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 shade of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was bequeath to recognise that sex and guilt didn't have to live in the like universe.



THE END.

Author's note of hand :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met citizenry who have a exchangeable mentality to Kylee, so constituent of the reason I wrote this story was to try to articulate that standpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my sort lector, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fancy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty