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

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

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

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

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

The night had all started out with the paragon date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a flick and then ice skating in the parkland. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange tone as they entered the living elbow room. Marcus made a scuttlebutt about it and then… well, that was where thing began to blur.

backrest 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 angry to play affair smart. He had yet to reclaim from the cushion of waking up naked with his incapacitated girlfriend, tied to a professorship in some unknown place. He was bound to a wicker chair, even Sir Thomas More helpless than his lady friend, whose wrists were tied behind her dorsum. The untested man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied wide apart and his articulatio radiocarpea were bound by ropes knotted with an technical's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you get laid why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a black vest which matched his dark camouflage pants and burnished black boots. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of entertainment in his vocalism.

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

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

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

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

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

"No. For now you just listen. A person's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ regorge nut,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the slope of Kylee's nerve, then slipped his deal down to her sex, stroking her clitoris ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunet's buttock 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 cardinal instincts now starting to terminate everywhere throughout her young trunk. She bit her lip and tried to neglect her trunk's reply to the coaxing esthesis as the man continued.

"The the true is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"sea captain Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will take after them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although division of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her lissome breasts instead.

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

"twenty dollar bill eld ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a char, a criminal offence I was devoid of… It took them the best theatrical role of a decade to exonerate me. The lab techs made a misapprehension that resulted in a simulated DNA match. Not that your father cared, idea you. After years struggling through red tape recording and filing ingathering, 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 thought made her go cold. Could it be that her father had created a monster through his own misapprehension ? She remembered him feeling direful about various cases over the old age. Everyone was human. mistake were that inevitable function of the man condition 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 hired hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her impudence, and she closed her heart. Only when he had seemed to calm down and take the gun away did she make bold to give them again.

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

"Imagine what that's like, piffling fornicatress. remember 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 topographic point between her pegleg, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious adept that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

"Please…"she sighed, but her nipple were hardening and her breathing place were quickening.

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple word. I asked for mercy, for compassionateness, when I took the stall in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you cognise what your Father of the Church gave me in restitution ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's eubstance went cold even as the vestige of rousing somehow hang on, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that script to return despite her fear.

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

"Do it, then. experience your revenge. I remember my beginner talking about your pillowcase. 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 impress 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 life and Marcus's, the sinless girl decided to at least fill this troubled, deeply commove man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might aid the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of add up cushion in his oculus - one of the few things his mask couldn't fell.

"You are a strange missy,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his unloose hand, gently rubbing at her button to create intoxicating sensations which seemed to numb her remaining care."Of all the things I expected to number from those moderately lips, of the ten million edition of plea I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to try,"he said, watching her expressive expression as she closed her centre and shuddered, her snatch responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a little as he worked her slit more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his stare straying just above Kylee's articulatio humeri. The miss was almost sealed that their capturer was looking at her boyfriend's infuriated boldness. She could feel Marcus's body strict underneath her, whether more from hurt or veneration, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to boo at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't movement and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to experience a piffling like a wounded Felis concolor. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some foundation in its own character of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a lightness that few mass would.

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

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her rima oris, letting him in. She moaned as his free helping hand pumped harder into her bitch, his finger slick with her gather juices as she made herself relax and just take the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would necessitate the pleasure he gave her, just take it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might induce sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human amour was almost always a skilful thing…even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to whelm difference of opinion - where even enemies had sex with one another to exchange aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

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

"I can't layover 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 only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a rum smell, a challenging feel, and it had the sought after effect. Kray drew back, cocking his read/write head.

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

"You think you're smart, little squawk. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

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

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to see red Kray, but she could separate she'd struck a heart. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of mentation further, but while we're talking I want you to ride your swain's cock. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his effortless trace. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting succour. The thought of a long, voiceless cock inside her emphatically didn't dampen her spirits, and the theme of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an tally bonus. She wiggled her bounce carpus, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the focal ratio of a rocket. The fishgig of flesh was aroused and all too prepare for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the radical of her boyfriend's penis.

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

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to go along her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and purity somehow seemed to harbor Kylee from thinking the whip, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's length as she moved her coxa and knee joint, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a little each fourth dimension she bottomed out on her boyfriend's tidal bore humanness.

Kray could not see Kylee's hired man clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give add together momentum each time she sat down on the young man's dick. Her pap were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of idol that told of her stimulation. overlord 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 opening. passion had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, healthy Kylee More of a fire's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to stick to up and down her fellow's penis, moaning with more feeling now. Kray glanced at their blend pubic fumble 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 adept fuck-show with your boyfriend, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to take on his as pleasure continued to mount up.

"You tell me, Master. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To show 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 different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to find anything early than appreciation and gratitude to take in this opportunity to make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a demented man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the incommodiousness of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd seam to things.

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

"You make no sentience !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's cervix and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee jut Marcus's diaphysis as her cunt cream continued to menstruate, filling the basement with her scent.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masquerade party, tossing it aside as his eye flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled face. A mingy scratch ran down the blue half of his pass on brass, and his nose looked wide-cut and pronounced on a face that still retained a well-favoured timber from juvenility. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her white meat. His fingers made lazy circles around her mamilla now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"okay, slut. You want to know the verity ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her torso singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every in of him rake her tight wetness as she began to lose herself in the throe of heat."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to assault you in front line of your boyfriend and then kill you both. But the verity is that that fantasy in my psyche isn't something I can put into realism. The true statement is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even close to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your Fatherhood's crime at you, to use your response as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to stimulate my retribution. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a red for words, his font clouded over. Kylee's lithe nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her twat, the sounds of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, loose woman, come on your young man's cock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's putz vanished inside her damp heat, her cunt clenching as the coming stormed her body like an invading regular 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 room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious import, until at live her shivering, raw figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of joy shone on the girl's face.

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

"I won't military group you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would eject the two of you no matter what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to bear this control over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a wickedness, rueful chortle."That sounds completely unbalanced, doesn't it ?"

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

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistant it. She could feel the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his ire wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head teacher. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same understanding she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting beam of light, letting her inherent aptitude retain control.

Kray's cock was compact, shorter than Marcus's. Like all Male pecker when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused barb was like a virtuoso sculpture formed of frame. ‘ Just one more signboard that I'm not formula,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this disturbed man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her pussy down roughly onto Marcus's prick once more. She wiggled her tooshie and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his egg towards the fetch up line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chairman as his manhood spurted its precious strong cum deeply towards the girl'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 seeded player,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would fill the sharpness off Marcus'awe and calmness him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his forcible ascendency over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the caput of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her tongue cradled the bottom of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouthpiece kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her grimace, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous miss came up off of his cock. She licked her chopper, tasting the man's pre-cum.

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

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

His face twisted, questioning."Yet you're uncoerced to do this ?"His look was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The innocent young woman nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this hold up act towards Kray would offer a sliver of restitution for the mistake her sire had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terminal figure. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would consume to empathise, 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 foresightful run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring girlfriend leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her yearn, firm sucks by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's member, making him moan as he cradled her brain. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every column inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her sassing, Kylee sucked harder, her sass forming a tight cachet as she gurgled and made loud slurping sounds that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the unbelief that must clearly be etched on his typeface.

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

"Yes, Kylee. pack my germ. 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 Master Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one deal 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 expression glistened with the evidence of his luxuria.

He took one last glimpse at her absolvitory heart, sensing some kind of strange gratification there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if headmaster Kray might say a word of honor or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chairperson behind him and took a vast step back. He seemed to be having some internal public 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 decent forefront showtime and a chance for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled aspect broke out in a rarefied grin."At least this time if I go to prison it will be to take responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a mirthful pursuit first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the understructure of the two chairperson so that neither of the naked prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handcraft for a pass second. He leaned over to caress Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other handwriting slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked pussy one end sentence.

"I guess I'll moot my retaliation complete now. au revoir, Kylee Edmond Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be difficult to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The succeeding evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the come after dark. Although their trial by ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another take. someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the twosome's captivity after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the agency in whatever way they could, the beau and girlfriend horde home base in silence. The urban center had a haunted tactile property to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the house with two roomie, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the vestibule and flung his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water supply, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her creative thinker was a jumble of accusation, recriminations, but she tore them to shred 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 doubt that she'd done no more or no less than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost affright part of all this. She closed her hazel-brown eye and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chairwoman, her hands bound behind her back while maestro Kray watched them shtup.

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

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to sense this way. She should experience traumatise, crippled by guilt trip. Or was that just what company taught that all victims should palpate, no affair what ? ‘ Is something unseasonable with me ?'she mused. As the urine cascaded down her silklike peel, cleansing her trunk and second joint, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those pattern feelings. Some victims of sexual supremacy 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 animate being. To her that intuitive feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more animated. The liaison, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and dominant captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her nervure, and not mainly out of fearfulness. Excitement, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the exhibitor now, scattering Kylee's thought process like spilled sugar. The naked little girl turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the soft comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her chest 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 aura on her fellow's brass. He had been quiet and lost during the thrust home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elementary as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his raw torso covering hers as his work force pinned her wrists to either side. His firmly cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for honest beat, and his breathing space tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a red for parole, so she reached for the entirely thing that seemed to provide any hope for salvation. Simple serious-mindedness.

"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 modality to pleasure even in the most difficult place ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or wrong, 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 strong hands. He brought his facial expression close to hers, their lips only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her freshly lave sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her pith, filling her up so deeply. His warm, brawny trunk covered her slender bleakness like the gross blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his sassing found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his natural language in her mouth, her white meat feeling discharge of vigour as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipple hardened into minuscule pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's dresser as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato music with her lilting moans threatening to soar in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your kitty belongs to me. Your beautiful oculus, your sexy back talk, your savoury tits, your perfective tense smiling - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to bang you raw all night long to teach you that lesson, believe me, I will. You can matter on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's tool it made me so angry ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's language trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their body, his testicles slapping against her thigh as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands 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 hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could go for.

"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 stallion length of his shaft nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectorals, teasing his mammilla with two firm pinches.

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

Marcus let out an volatile breath of air before saying those unsufferable words.

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

"You mean in my back talk ?"she teased, giving her boyfriend a wicked wink.

Marcus rolled his optic."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her cunt for another delightful push as she widened her pegleg, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her soundbox thawing in his coat of arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing piece of ass might help delete the tormenting, bittersweet memories 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 putz inside her moist warmth as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her work force behind his skull as she groaned, her snatch gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasm firing in fantastic explosion, her slender skeletal system 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, silky pussy.

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

‘ rightfulness back at you,'she thought. Kylee's sassing formed the ghost of a smile as she closed her middle and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was bequeath to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to live in the like population.



THE END.

Author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the narration. I've met the great unwashed who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so piece of the reason I wrote this story was to try to give voice that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my variety proofreader, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fancy. Always follow your dreaming, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty