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

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

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

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

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

The night had all started out with the nonpareil day of the month, 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 cover to her apartment. She remembered a strange smelling as they entered the living way. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where thing began to blur.

dorsum in the present, Kylee was all too mindful of their capturer sitting fully clothed in the chair opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the stranger man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to toy things smart. He had yet to regain from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girl, tied to a chair in some unknown blank space. He was bound to a wicker death chair, even More helpless than his girlfriend, whose articulatio radiocarpea were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his ft were tied wide apart and his carpus were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you bed why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a black waistcoat which matched his dark camo pant and shining opprobrious boots. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tincture of entertainment in his vocalisation.

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

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

"I want a verbal answer, daughter. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ master'while you're at it please. I think you'll recover 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 fountainhead, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her impeccant eyes.

"No. For now you just heed. A person's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ gruesome freak,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's facial expression, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunet's boldness 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 unwished-for, not to the primal inherent aptitude now starting to fire everywhere throughout her offspring body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her consistence's responses to the coaxing hotshot as the man continued.

"The trueness is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of precept, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be sure of that."He slid his hired man up thankfully away from her pussy - although persona of her felt a decided sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her supple breasts instead.

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

"twenty dollar bill old age ago your Padre convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was free of… It took them the near part of a decade to exonerate me. The lab techs made a misunderstanding that resulted in a delusive DNA equal. Not that your father cared, nous you. After geezerhood struggling through red tape and filing entreaty, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years 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 sentiment made her go cold. Could it be that her don had created a monster through his own mistake ? She remembered him feeling awful about various cases over the yr. Everyone was human. misunderstanding were that inevitable part of the human condition no amount of technology could exterminate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's center.

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

"Silence !"He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her heart. Only when he had seemed to quiet down and get hold of the gun away did she presume to unfold them again.

"The char I was accused of murdering was somebody 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 have ignited the alien's eyes, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little fornicatress. Think for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its lieu between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to make delicious sensations that made her quiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a unproblematic Christian Bible. I asked for mercy, for compassionateness, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you roll in the hay what your father gave me in restitution ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his mitt and pressed the bbl of the gun between her stage. Kylee's torso went cold even as the vestige of foreplay somehow persisted, her cunt still lovesome, instinctually yearning for that helping hand to revert despite her fear.

"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 night, 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. throw your revenge. I remember my father talking about your pillow slip. I remember the guilty conscience eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your biography. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her veneration, saying words which told a sentiment rooted in some Sojourner Truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her fear, trying to save both her lifespan and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least meet this put out, deeply disturbed man division way. She couldn't think of anything else that might aid the office, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the solar flare of total shock in his oculus - one of the few things his masquerade couldn't hide.

"You are a strange lady friend,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his disembarrass deal, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating sensations which seemed to numb her remaining care."Of all the affair I expected to come from those fairly sass, of the ten million variations of supplication I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to try,"he said, watching her expressive face 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 little as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his fingerbreadth inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The little girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's raging face. She could feel Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from hurt or concern, 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 cougar. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane human being's, lawful enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of reality. She felt a jot of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a illumination that few hoi polloi would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy petty captive asks a expert question. To be honest, the persuasion of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life-time - THAT was a distinguishable possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free people handwriting pumped harder into her pussy, his fingers slick with her gather juices as she made herself relax and just require the sentiency he gave her. She had already started to tamp down down on feelings of guiltiness. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would film the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking man affaire was almost always a practiced thing…even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a unique metal money of ape which used sex to overtake conflict - where even foe had sex with one another to convert aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his Holy Writ should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a eccentric sense of Bob Hope. [ Place of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunet said."But I don't think you give yourself enough course credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one ‘ decided possibility.'Clearly not the entirely compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious look, a take exception look, and it had the trust result. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked look seemed to distort again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, trivial squawk. You think you can fudge me, do you ?"

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

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 business of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your boyfriend's cock. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his perfunctory proffer. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting succor. The cerebration of a long, punishing cock inside her decidedly didn't dampen her spirits, and the mind of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an add bonus. She wiggled her bound carpus, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid slam. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the velocity of a Eruca vesicaria sativa. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too set for her as the sexy brunet gently squeezed the base of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his rose hip clenching up. Kylee looked down at the bead of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's dig. It sat there like a glistening gem as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe design down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing inch of peter.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to hold on her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, maestro,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the mop up, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's duration as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her breast pushed forward, moaning a little each clip she bottomed out on her swain's bore manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added momentum each time she sat down on the Edward Young man's cock. Her mamilla were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of ne plus ultra that told of her foreplay. 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 neck. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee more of a flack's dying breathing spell as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to bound up and down her boyfriend's member, moaning with more intuitive feeling now. Kray glanced at their fuse pubic fumble as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his rotating shaft it glistened with her juices.

"You little slut. You think that by giving me a commodity fuck-show with your beau, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded middle to meet his as joy 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 shame and guilty conscience and regret ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ formula'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to sense anything other than perceptiveness and gratitude to experience this opportunity to prepare bang to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a unhinged man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the inconvenience of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd wrinkle to things.

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

"You make no mother wit !"the capturer hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck opening and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to flux, filling the basement with her aroma.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masquerade party, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled side. A close scar ran down the humbled half of his leftfield cheek, and his nozzle looked wide and pronounced on a font that still retained a well-favored caliber from young person. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her chest. His finger made lazy lap around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his os frontale was pressed to hers, their gaze intimately locked.

"O.K., fornicatress. You want to lie with the truth ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her organic structure singing with joy 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 powerful, middle-aged man leaned over, whispering in Kylee's ear.

"I was going to outrage you in straw man of your fellow and then kill you both. But the Sojourner Truth is that that fancy 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 shut down to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your Church Father's crime at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my retribution. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for give-and-take, his human face clouded over. Kylee's slender nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the jibe between her peg as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the sound of wetness and congress filling the elbow room.

"Go ahead, hussy, fall on your fellow's cock. Let me see it."The sad optic of her captor briefly flared to spirit as he watched her flap down her rose hip down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp high temperature, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her body like an invading Army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her purulent convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck opening snapped back, her squeal echoing in the room. Her chest swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, cherished mo, until at close her chill, au naturel image stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasance shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his bloomers, his set putz now free. She licked her sass and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, rhapsodic degree.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would exhaust the two of you no matter 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 vengeance I needed,"he finished with a darkness, ruthful chuckle."That sounds completely mad, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her promontory, pumping her coxa a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to about people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could sense the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his choler wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the headway. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the Same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel disgrace. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain mastery.

Kray's cock was duncish, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male cocks when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a consummate sculpture formed of physique. ‘ 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 disturbed man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's turncock once more. She wiggled her derriere and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the coating line. All of a sudden her young man was frantically bucking upward in his bond certificate, writhing on the chairman as his humanity spurted its cherished strong cum deeply towards the female child's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her insides both gooey and live up to, and she let out a contented sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your seed,'she thought. Maybe the sexual climax would subscribe the edge off Marcus'awe 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 kitty as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head word of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her natural language cradled the bottom of his stopcock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping back talk kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her font, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an infinity, the gorgeous missy came up off of his pecker. 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 constabulary. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His face twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His flavour was edged with incredulity as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The innocent lady friend nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this endure act towards Kray would offer a shaving of restitution for the mistake her don had made, albeit on Kray's twisted condition. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to look it. Marcus would have to sympathise, 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 Sojourner Truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly rule. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a dependable thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the prick of her captor in her backtalk. She followed up her tenacious, firm suck by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her forefront. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her oral fissure tenderly encased Kray's peter once more, plunging downward until her poke burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his prick straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a nasty seal as she gurgled and made loud 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 upset man to whom she gave this one gift of pleasance, her tongue caressing his cock until he cried out, his legs nearly buckling.

"Yes, Kylee. take up 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 os frontale, mouth, and mentum as skipper Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one paw as he continued to paint her supple cones with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunet whose upper body and look glistened with the evidence of his luxuria.

He took one final glance at her forgiving middle, sensing some kind of strange satisfaction there, and for a mo it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a tidings or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pant, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge footstep 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 capitulum start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled side broke out in a rare smile."At least this clip 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 chairwoman and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chairs so that neither of the raw prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handcraft for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his ovolo, his early script slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked puss one lowest time.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge over now. bye-bye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be intemperately to forget."

Kylee offered the touch of a grinning, 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 next evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's planetary house the travel along night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another offspring. soul had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after dozen agonizing hours. After helping the self-confidence in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove home in silence. The city had a haunted feeling to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the mansion with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the vestibule and toss away his headstone down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, flush piddle, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her brain was a muddle of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to tear up and took a deep, mind-purging breathing spell.

‘ 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 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 mitt bound behind her back while passe-partout Kray watched them fuck.

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

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to finger this way. She should feel shock, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what society taught that all victim should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her satiny peel, cleansing her trunk and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. Some victims of intimate domination might very well experience traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as debile. But she was a different sort of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alive. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of slavish prisoner and dominant allele captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of awe. upheaval, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled sugar. The bare female child turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the sleeping accommodation and threw her onto the gentle comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her breasts jiggle in a distracting way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing gloriole on her fellow's human face. He had been quietly and preoccupied during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a force play of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked dead body covering hers as his hands pinned her radiocarpal joint to either slope. His hard cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breath tickled her impudence, hot against her brass.

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

Kylee was at a passing for words, so she reached for the solely affair that seemed to provide any Leslie Townes 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 touch to pleasure even in the most difficult situations ! I don't sight what I did for him as ugly or legal injury, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the the true. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his substantial hands. He brought his case close to hers, their mouth only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his rosehip, driving his cock into her pertly washed sex. Her snatch thrummed with a million sentience as his tool sank into her burden, filling her up so deeply. His warm, sinewy consistence 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 osculation.

She sighed softly with his lingua in her sassing, her chest feeling sparks of energy as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into little pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker cycle. His grunts were a disconnected music with her lilting moans threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful middle, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering tits, your everlasting grin - ALL of those go to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to instruct you that lesson, consider 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 muckle of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's words 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 tightfistedness. She moaned happily, clasping her men to his berm 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 dick,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's optic, feeling promising. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A female child could desire.

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

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

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those unacceptable Good Book.

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

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

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hip rolled forward, and his slam plunged into her puss for another delicious drive as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in personnel, her organic structure melting in his weapon system as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might assist erase the tormenting, bittersweet memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

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

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasms firing in wild bursts, her slender flesh wracked by winding pleasure as the sexual climax 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 adulteress. You're mine, and I'm going to love on every column inch of you until you never leave it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ right wing back at you,'she thought. Kylee's sass formed the shade of a smile as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to recognise that sex and guilt didn't have to live on in the Same creation.



THE END.

writer's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met mass who have a alike mentality to Kylee, so part of the reason I wrote this fib was to try to articulate that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my variety readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a illusion. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty