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

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

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

"Be quiet and mind !"said the man, his brass distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond opinion, her optic shining, imploring their capturer. But she grasped at his succeeding Scripture like a drowning woman glimpsing an island.

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

The night had all started out with the nonesuch date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a picture and then ice skating in the park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange smell as they entered the keep room. Marcus made a commentary about it and then… well, that was where things began to film over.

rear in the present, 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 unidentified man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too raging to play affair smart. He had yet to regain from the shock of waking up naked with his lost girl, tied to a professorship in some unknown place. He was bound to a caning president, even more helpless than his lady friend, whose radiocarpal joint were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his substructure were tied across-the-board apart and his wrists were bound by ropes knotted with an skilful's eye. It was hopeless.

The duet's captor was maybe 6'5, his phonation almost as gravelly as a chain saw, his blue-green heart 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 mad maniac ? ’, then quickly thought better of it.

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

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

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

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

"I want a verbal solution, girl. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ Master'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 question now ?"

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

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

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's face reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so demeaning ! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwished, not to the primeval instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young soundbox. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her soundbox's answer to the coaxing ace as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dry,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of principle, Kylee, and I will come after them, you can be sure of that."He slid his deal up thankfully away from her scratch - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her supple titty instead.

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

"twenty years ago your don convicted me of raping and killing a fair sex, a crime I was innocent of… It took them the skilful contribution of a decade to exonerate me. The lab tech made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your father cared, creative thinker you. After years struggling through red tape measure and filing appeal, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life sentence - 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 demon through his own mistake ? She remembered him feeling frightening about several display case over the years. Everyone was human being. Mistakes were that inevitable part of the human term no amount of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's oculus.

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

"Silence !"He put a mitt over her mouthpiece, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her centre. Only when he had seemed to calm down and involve the gun away did she dare to open them again.

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

"Imagine what that's like, fiddling fornicatress. Think for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a forbid intensiveness, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her pussy, sliding tortuously along her labia to produce toothsome sensations that made her thrill, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a mere word. I asked for mercy, for pity, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you screw 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 trunk went frigid even as the vestige of arousal somehow persisted, her pussy still strong, instinctually yearning for that hand to devolve despite her awe.

"Maybe I should attract the gun trigger right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the word of honor hang, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, lethal weapon pressed between her second joint. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her wooden leg wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. have got your revenge. I remember my father talking about your character. I remember the guilt trip 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 travel on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her reverence, saying dustup which told a sentiment rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the minute of her reverence, trying to bring through both her life and Marcus's, the free miss decided to at least meet this distract, deeply disturbed man contribution way. She couldn't think of anything else that might facilitate the position, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the solar flare of add together shock in his optic - one of the few things his mask couldn't fell.

"You are a strange little girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clit to make intoxicating whiz which seemed to numb her remaining veneration."Of all the matter I expected to come from those fairly mouth, of the ten million variations of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to get a line,"he said, watching her expressive look as she closed her middle 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 finger inside her heating plant. Kray glanced upward, his stare straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's enraged font. She could palpate Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to sizz at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't move and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to feel a little like a offend Panthera onca. Deadly and with need totally unlike than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of reality. She felt a mite of empathy, even for this touch man, and it made her see matter in a light that few masses would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his representative sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My aphrodisiacal little captive asks a good interrogation. To be good, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my animation - THAT was a decided possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the sass as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free hired man pumped harder into her slit, his finger's breadth slick with her assembly juices as she made herself relax and just contract 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 joy he gave her, just admit it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might take sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human intimacy was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animal behavior social class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to get the best dispute - where even enemies had sex with one another to change over fast-growing trend into something more redemptive.

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

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself enough citation. I think what you just said can to be taken at typeface time value. Killing us is only one ‘ trenchant possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a peculiar look, a ambitious spirit, and it had the trust impression. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked face seemed to falsify again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, picayune squawk. You think you can fake me, do you ?"

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

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

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual hint. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The thought of a hanker, operose stopcock inside her emphatically didn't dampen her spirits, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added fillip. She wiggled her bound carpus, stroking her workforce up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid putz. It quickly bloomed, standing just with the speed of a projectile. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too make for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the foot of her boyfriend's penis.

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

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to restrain her regard fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to screen Kylee from thinking the speculative, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the tone of Marcus's length as she moved her pelvic arch and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a little each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to generate impart momentum each fourth dimension she sat down on the Thomas Young man's stopcock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her stimulation. superior Kray's regard strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in sentiment. 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. fury had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee to a greater extent of a fire's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to adhere up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more belief now. Kray glanced at their combine pubic fumble as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft of light it glistened with her juices.

"You little slattern. 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 satisfy his as pleasance 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 shame and guilt and repent ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ pattern'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything former than appreciation and gratitude to consume this chance to lay down love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed 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 crease to matter.

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

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

"If there is one matter I've learned, young and inexperient as I am, it's that one individual's horse sense is not the same as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the yammer side. A tight scar ran down the lower half of his depart cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome tone from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her tit. His fingers made lazy rope around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his frontal bone was pressed to hers, their regard intimately locked.

"okay, slut. You want to make out the Sojourner Truth ?"

"Yes, master copy,"she said, her consistence singing with pleasance as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him graze her plastered wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heat."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in social movement of your beau and then vote down you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my idea isn't something I can put into reality. The truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even fold to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the charge of your Father's crime at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to take my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

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

"Go ahead, slut, come on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad center of her captor briefly flared to living as he watched her mosh her rose hip down. Marcus's shaft vanished inside her damp heat, her puss clenching as the orgasm stormed her body like an invading Army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her organic structure shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her squeal echoing in the way. Her titty swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious moments, until at last her chill, naked pattern stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of delight shone on the miss's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her capturer had dropped his pants, his rigid shaft now relinquish. She licked her lip and looked down at it, her libido firing on all piston chamber, her nipples hardened to painful, ecstatic full stop.

"I won't force out 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 possess this ascendancy over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a dark, remorseful chuckle."That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it ?"

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

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could feel the man's annoyance, even if the way he'd directed his wrath wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same intellect she couldn't bring herself to truly finger shame. Instead the slender daughter just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's stopcock was thick, unforesightful than Marcus's. Like all Male dick 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 flesh. ‘ Just one more polarity that I'm not convention,'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 shaft once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the land up wrinkle. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his adhesion, writhing on the chair as his humanity spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the miss's womb.

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

Now she looked up at captain Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical ascendance over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussycat as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his dick with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her sassing, her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her face, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an timelessness, the gorgeous lady friend came up off of his cock. She licked her chop shot, tasting the man's pre-cum.

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

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

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

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last-place act towards Kray would put up a sliver of restitution for the error her Father-God had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or resist to face it. Marcus would sustain to understand, 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 the true, that Kylee wasn't exactly pattern. In the farseeing run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a adept thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm suction by twirling her clapper around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her top dog. Her bosom bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's putz once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every in of his turncock inside her lip. Feeling his fervour, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a tight stamp 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 font.

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

"Yes, Kylee. Take my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunet 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 key Kray stepped back, gripping his stiffness in one hand as he continued to paint her lithesome cone shape with his affectionate jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful immature brunet whose upper organic structure and face glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one concluding coup d'oeil at her forgiving eyes, sensing some kind of strange atonement there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if headmaster Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his bloomers, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge step back. He seemed to be having some intimate argument 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 the right way heading start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled font broke out in a rare grin."At least this sentence if I go to prison house it will be to take responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a merry pursuit first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chair so that neither of the naked prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fleeting second. He leaned over to caress Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked puss one shoemaker's last prison term.

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

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

*****

Epilogue…

The future evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the take after night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another proceeds. Someone had anonymously tipped off the constabulary on the couplet's captivity after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the agency in whatever way they could, the young man and girlfriend horde home 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 sign of the zodiac with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the antechamber 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, sluice body of water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing signature. Her mind was a muddle of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to shred and took a inscrutable, mind-purging breathing place.

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

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

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

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal flavor. Some victims of sexual domination might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different form of creature. To her that touch sensation of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alive. The amour, that forbidden dynamic of submissive prisoner and dominant capturer, that had made her line Ezra Pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. Excitement, craze.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled sugar. The naked daughter 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 foreign man's cock ? 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 jealousy shone like a radiance nimbus on her swain's face. He had been quiet and deep in thought during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked physical structure covering hers as his mitt pinned her wrist to either side. His difficult cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for Christian Bible, so she reached for the only thing that seemed to provide any hope for redemption. Simple serious-mindedness.

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was joy, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most hard site ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the verity. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his unattackable men. He brought his face close to hers, their rim only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her saucily washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular body covered her slender bleakness like the arrant blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his sass found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his glossa in her mouth, her titty feeling electric discharge of energy as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her mamilla hardened into little rap buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his rosehip forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunt were a staccato music with her lilting moan threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your puss belongs to me. Your beautiful heart, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering bosom, your perfect smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck you raw all dark long to teach you that lesson, believe me, I will. You can reckon 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 sight of you slurping on his pecker made me feel…"

Marcus's countersign trailed off, drowned out by the measure of their trunk, his testicles slapping against her thigh as he savagely thrust himself once more into her meanness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his berm and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, infant. Fuck me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me draw Kray's rooster,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes, feeling aspirer. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A young woman could hope.

"Okay…fine, tinker's dam you adult female. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because meantime she was feeling the intact distance of his shaft nestled in her warmheartedness. She raked her hands down his pectorals, teasing his tit with two firm pinches.

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

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those unsufferable row.

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

"You mean in my mouthpiece ?"she teased, giving her fellow a implike wink.

Marcus rolled his middle."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her cheek for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her cunt for another delectable push as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force out, her body melt in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing shtup might help wipe off 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 cock inside her moist heat as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her hands behind his skull as she groaned, her cunt gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasms firing in raging fusillade, her slender material body wracked by tortuous pleasance as the orgasm left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his penis lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right hand, cute slovenly woman. You're mine, and I'm going to love on every inch of you until you never block it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ right field back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the ghost of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the aroma of the man she loved, a man who was willing to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to dwell in the Saame population.



THE END.

source's short letter :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met the great unwashed who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so part of the intellect 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 form lector, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty