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

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

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

"Be quiet and listen !"said the man, his fount distorted behind the masque. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next Word of God like a drowning woman glimpsing an island.

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

The night had all started out with the ideal escort, she and Marcus going out for dinner party and a moving-picture show and then ice skating in the ballpark. 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 life room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where things began to blur.

Back in the present, Kylee was all too cognisant of their captor 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 tempestuous to roleplay things smart. He had yet to find from the shock of waking up naked with his lost girlfriend, tied to a death chair in some unknown spot. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more than helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bond certificate, but his human foot were tied wide apart and his wrists were bound by ropes knotted with an good's eye. It was hopeless.

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

"Do you know why you're here ?"

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

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a Negroid vest which matched his dark camo pants and sheeny black iron boot. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his part.

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

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

"I want a verbal result, miss. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll line up 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 motion now ?"

The gruff-toned man shook his principal, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her destitute eyes.

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

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's nerve reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her trunk responded in way that were not unwelcome, not to the primal instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young body. She bit her lip and tried to dismiss her trunk's responses to the coaxing star as the man continued.

"The true statement is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will stick with them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although part of her felt a distinguishable sigh of dashing hopes - cupping one of her lissom knocker instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found peculiarity vying with her fear despite herself. What in the worldly concern was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her nous for any connector this man might feature to her, or to her class.

"twenty dollar bill days ago your Church Father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a criminal offense I was clean-handed of… It took them the unspoilt section of a decade to exonerate me. The lab technical school made a misapprehension that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your father cared, mind you. After class struggling through red tape recording and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life - time I'll never get back, and I have your father to give thanks for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go cold. Could it be that her don had created a giant through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about several cases over the years. Everyone was human being. mistake were that inevitable part of the human condition no amount of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's centre.

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

"quiet !"He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her buttock, and she closed her eye. Only when he had seemed to steady down and strike the gun away did she dare to spread them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 age. I had recently asked her to wed me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the stranger's eyes, because they were no farseeing coldness. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, small trollop. Think for a moment."He let the muteness lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hired hand reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her bitch, sliding tortuously along her labia to produce delightful sensations that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

"Please…"she sighed, but her pap were hardening and her breathing space were quickening.

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple watchword. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple agreement, and do you know what your father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's organic structure went moth-eaten even as the tincture of arousal somehow persist, her pussy still warm up, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should take out the trigger right hand here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words bent, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, lethal weapon pressed between her thigh. Then she did the one affair he had never expected. She opened her legs wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. give birth your revenge. I remember my father talking about your case. 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 life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move 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 liveliness and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least match this disorder, deeply disturbed man division way. She couldn't think of anything else that might facilitate the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flash of tot up shock in his eyes - one of the few things his mask couldn't hide.

"You are a unusual girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his innocent hired man, gently rubbing at her clit to make intoxicating whizz which seemed to numb her remaining fear."Of all the things I expected to do from those fairly lips, of the ten million version of supplication I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"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 slit more insistently, gently pumping his fingerbreadth inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his regard straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The miss was almost sure that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's ferocious face. She could feel Marcus's eubstance rigid underneath her, whether more from pain or fear, 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 capturer had started to feel a picayune like a hurt catamount. Deadly and with motivating totally dissimilar than any sane human being's, rightful enough, but not without some foundation in its own eccentric of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a light that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding defeated."What am I going to do with you ? My aphrodisiac small imprisoned asks a dear question. To be honest, the persuasion of torturing and murdering the girl of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a discrete possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the brim as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his disengage paw pumped harder into her cunt, his fingerbreadth slick with her gathering succus as she made herself unstrain and just take the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt feelings. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might own sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking man intimacy was almost always a undecomposed thing…even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a unique specie of ape which used sex to overwhelm difference of opinion - where even foeman had sex with one another to change over aggressive propensity into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his Scripture should take in left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a off-the-wall sense of hope. [ Place of Editing ]

"I can't stop consonant you. I'm yours. We're both at your clemency,"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 economic value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious look, a challenging look, and it had the craved upshot. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked human face seemed to colour again, as if he was frowning with furrowed eyebrow.

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

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

This face in contradicting him seemed to see red Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that argument of intellection further, but while we're talking I want you to jump on your boyfriend's cock. You can screw as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her slit felt horny thanks to his tormenting relief. The thought process of a longsighted, hard cock inside her by all odds didn't mute her spirits, and the estimation of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an bring bonus. She wiggled her bound wrist joint, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a skyrocket. The spear of frame was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunet gently squeezed the base of operations of her young man's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his pelvic arch clenching up. Kylee looked down at the free fall of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's shaft. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe figure down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist snatch on nine pleasing inches of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to observe her gaze fixed on the man who held them prisoner."There. I have done as you asked, original,"she said. Her innate empathy and artlessness 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 length as she moved her hips and knees, arching her consistency as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a short each clock time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager humanity.

Kray could not see Kylee's hired man clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give sum momentum each meter she sat down on the immature man's pecker. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of paragon that told of her arousal. passkey 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, sound Kylee more than of a fire's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

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

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

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

"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 feel anything early than appreciation and gratitude to stimulate this prospect to do make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a brainsick 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 convention by any stretching, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a strange vantage 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 neck and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's barb as her cunt cream continued to flow, filling the basement with her aroma.

"If there is one thing I've learned, young and inexperienced as I am, it's that one someone's mother wit is not the same as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his heart flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the yammer face. A tight scratch ran down the lower half of his leave alone buttock, and his nose looked all-embracing and pronounced on a brass that still retained a big quality from younker. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingers made lazy circle around her mamilla now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"Okay, slut. You want to bang the truth ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's diaphysis, feeling every in of him crease her tight wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heat."Please… William Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in front of your swain and then kill you both. But the truth is that that phantasy in my psyche 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 to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your father's offence at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my payback. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for Word of God, his face clouded over. Kylee's slim bareness humped faster now, squeezing the ray between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the jiggery-pokery of her cunt, the sounds of wetness and copulation filling the elbow room.

"Go ahead, slattern, make out on your boyfriend's prick. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her capturer briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her rose hip down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heating plant, her pussy clenching as the coming stormed her consistency like an invading army. The gorgeous brunet cooed as her organic structure shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her fink echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, cherished moments, until at last her chill, raw digit 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 strict cock now costless. She licked her mouth and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinder, her mamilla hardened to painful, enraptured points.

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

Kylee shook her head teacher, pumping her rosehip a piddling as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his twat cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to near people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistant it. She could palpate the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his ira wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the top dog. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly find shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her inherent aptitude retain control.

Kray's cock was thick, brusk than Marcus's. Like all male turncock when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a masterful sculpture formed of anatomy. ‘ 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 pussy down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's Phallus, milking his egg towards the finish line of work. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his humanity spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

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

Now she looked up at schoolmaster Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his strong-arm controller over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the question of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her tongue cradled the underside of his hammer, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her whisker away from her face, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an timelessness, the gorgeous girl came up off of his stopcock. She licked her chop, 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 facial expression twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His pure tone was edged with incredulity as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The devoid lady friend nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this final stage act towards Kray would provide a sliver of restitution for the mistake her father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or decline to face it. Marcus would throw 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 long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her lip. She followed up her long, house suction by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him moan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her sass tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nuzzle burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her rima oris. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her lip forming a squiffy seal as she gurgled and made brassy slurping auditory sensation that echoed through the elbow 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 delight, her tongue caressing his shaft until he cried out, his legs nearly buckling.

"Yes, Kylee. Take my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her forehead, back talk, and chin as passkey Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one handwriting as he continued to paint her lissom strobilus with his affectionate jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful offspring brunet whose upper body and face glistened with the evidence of his luxuria.

He took one cobbler's last coup d'oeil at her forgiving eye, sensing some kind of strange satisfaction there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if maestro 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 vast step back. He seemed to be having some national 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 head start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rare 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 merry Chase first."

He took Kylee over to another hot seat and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two hot seat so that neither of the naked captive could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handcraft for a fleeting instant. He leaned over to caress Kylee's rear end lip with the pad of his thumb, his former hand slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked snatch one end metre.

"I guess I'll consider my retaliation complete now. cheerio, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The adjacent evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's business firm the following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. somebody had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after XII agonizing hours. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the beau and girlfriend drove habitation in silence. The city had a haunted flavour to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the house with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the vestibule and flung his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a Good Book. Kylee tromped upstairs to the exhibitioner, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing jot. Her judgement was a jumble of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a trench, mind-purging hint.

‘ 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 horrendous part of all this. She closed her hazel-brown eye and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the hot seat, her bridge player bound behind her backbone while skipper Kray watched them shtup.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed mind turned to something more dangerous, seeking retaliation against soul 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 feel this way. She should feel shock, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what order taught that all victims should feel, no affair what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the weewee cascaded down her silken hide, cleansing her trunk and thigh, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those convention flavor. Some victim of intimate domination might very well experience traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a dissimilar kind of creature. To her that smell of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought hurting. She had never felt more animated. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of subservient captive and dominant allele capturer, that had made her blood Irish pound frantically through her venous blood vessel, and not mainly out of care. excitation, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the exhibitioner now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled saccharide. The nude girl turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the soft puff.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the trend making her breasts jiggle in a distract way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the effusion, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing nimbus on her boyfriend's brass. He had been quiet and preoccupied during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a personnel of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his au naturel torso covering hers as his bridge player pinned her articulatio radiocarpea to either side of meat. His hard turncock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breath tickled her face, hot against her face.

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

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

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was pleasure, because I think there's a healing trace to pleasure even in the most hard situations ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or legal injury, 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 substantial hand. He brought his face close to hers, their sass only an inch or two apart. That was when his deportment suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hip, driving his prick into her freshly washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million hotshot as his peter sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, powerful body covered her slender bareness like the consummate blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her bosom feeling sparks of push as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipple hardened into little pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's pectus as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker regular recurrence. His grunts were a staccato euphony with her lilting moan threatening to heave in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your puss belongs to me. Your beautiful optic, your aphrodisiacal backtalk, your mouth-watering titmouse, your utter smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to teach 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 psychotic person'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 Word of God trailed off, drowned out by the meter of their body, his testis slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands 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 lactate Kray's hammer,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her young man's oculus, feeling aspirant. ‘ Maybe he's as eldritch as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could hope.

"Okay…fine, darn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because lag she was feeling the entire length of his shaft of light nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his musculus pectoralis, teasing his teat with two house pinch.

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

Marcus let out an volatile hint of air before saying those out of the question words.

"It was HOT, okay ? It was such a bit on, seeing you pleasure him like that…seeing your clasp 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 middle."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 pleasant-tasting thrust as she widened her wooden leg, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her eubstance melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fucking might assist erase the tormenting, staff vine 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 cock inside her moist heat as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her hired hand behind his skull as she groaned, her pussy gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's muscle spasm firing in dotty bursts, her slender frame wracked by tortuous joy as the coming 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, silky slit.

"Mmmm…that's right hand, cute adulteress. You're mine, and I'm going to have it away on every 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 ghost of a grin as she closed her optic and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was volition to acknowledge that sex and guilty conscience didn't have to be in the same population.



THE END.

author's eminence :

I hope you enjoyed the tarradiddle. I've met people who have a similar brainpower to Kylee, so contribution of the reason I wrote this story was to try to articulate that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my kind readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty