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

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

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

"Be quiet and heed !"said the man, his side distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond notion, 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 ideal engagement, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a motion-picture show and then ice skating in the park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange smell as they entered the living room. Marcus made a input about it and then… well, that was where affair began to blur.

spine in the present, Kylee was all too aware of their captor sitting fully clothed in the chairperson opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too tempestuous to play affair smart. He had yet to find from the shock of waking up naked with his incapacitated girl, tied to a chairwoman in some unknown property. He was bound to a wicker electric chair, even to a greater extent helpless than his lady friend, whose radiocarpal joint were tied behind her back. The young man's pectoral medallion stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied spacious apart and his wrists were bound by forget me drug knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The span's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as grating as a chainsaw, 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 ill maniac ? ’, then quickly thought better of it.

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

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

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

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The cryptic 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, female child. Yes or no ? And yell me ‘ master copy'while you're at it delight. 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 person's theme are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ queasy freak,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the face of Kylee's face, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunet's impudence reddened. To accept a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her eubstance responded in ways that were not unwished-for, not to the cardinal inherent aptitude now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young consistence. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's responses to the coaxing superstar as the man continued.

"The Sojourner Truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will stick to them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although part of her felt a decided sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her limber breasts instead.

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

"20 years ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a womanhood, a crime I was innocent of… It took them the better role of a decade to discharge me. The lab technical school made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA friction match. Not that your beginner cared, judgement you. After year struggling through red mag tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight twelvemonth of my animation - time I'll never get back, and I have your father to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The sentiment made her go cold. Could it be that her don had created a monster through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling frightful about various cause over the year. Everyone was human. Mistakes were that inevitable part of the homo shape 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 hand over her back talk, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and demand the gun away did she dare to open them again.

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

"Imagine what that's like, niggling slut. Think for a moment."He let the silence lacing the air with a preclude intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its space between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create yummy star that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

"Please…"she sighed, but her teat were hardening and her breaths 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 dewy-eyed apprehension, and do you bang what your father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrelful of the gun between her branch. Kylee's body went cold even as the vestige of arousal somehow persisted, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to hark back despite her fear.

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

"Do it, then. Have your revenge. I remember my father talking about your case. 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 living. 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 view rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to know. In the moment of her fear, trying to deliver both her life and Marcus's, the impeccant girl decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of add jolt in his eyes - one of the few things his mask couldn't hide.

"You are a strange girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clit to produce intoxicating wizard which seemed to numb her remaining fear."Of all the thing I expected to come from those pretty backtalk, of the ten million variations of supplication I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to pick up,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her eyes and shuddered, her pussy responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a lilliputian as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his finger's breadth inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's articulatio humeri. The female child was almost sealed that their capturer was looking at her boyfriend's furious face. She could feel Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or fearfulness, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to siss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't motion and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their capturer had started to sense a lilliputian like a bruise catamount. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some earthing in its own type of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see affair in a light that few the great unwashed would.

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

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the sassing as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his unfreeze manus pumped harder into her snatch, his digit slick with her gathering juice as she made herself relax and just exact the star he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the delight he gave her, just bear it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might possess sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human affaire was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a unique metal money of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his password should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his spirit, and it gave her a bizarre sense of hope. [ blank space of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"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 value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the alone compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious smell, a challenging look, and it had the coveted effect. Kray drew back, cocking his straits.

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

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

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

This daring in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of persuasion further, but while we're talking I want you to put on 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 slit felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The mentation of a tenacious, hard stopcock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the mind of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an tally bonus. She wiggled her bound wrists, stroking her custody up and down the distance of Marcus's semi-flaccid barb. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a rocket. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunet gently squeezed the base of her boyfriend's phallus.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop 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 build 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 maintain her gaze fixed on the man who held them prisoner."There. I have done as you asked, captain,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield 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 pelvic arch and knees, arching her body as her breast pushed forward, moaning a footling each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's aegir manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's script clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give sum momentum each time she sat down on the young man's tool. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink gem of beau ideal 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 cognisant, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an angle into Kylee's neck. cult had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee more 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 fellow's penis, moaning with more feeling now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic muff as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his tool it glistened with her juice.

"You picayune loose woman. 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 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 trip 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 former than discernment and gratitude to have this chance to make have sex to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a distressed 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 matter.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to put up 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 whole step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's shaft as her slit emollient continued to run, filling the basement with her perfume.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masque, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled brass. A wet scratch ran down the lower half of his left cheek, and his olfactory organ looked wide and pronounced on a brass that still retained a good-looking character from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingers made faineant circles around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his brow was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

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

"Yes, victor,"she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's tool, feeling every column inch of him graze her stiff 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 ravish you in front of your boyfriend and then obliterate you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my creative thinker isn't something I can put into world. The truth 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 forefather's crime at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a exit for row, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the irradiation between her leg as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the hocus-pocus of her cunt, the sound of wetness and coition filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, come on your swain's turncock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her capturer briefly flared to biography as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's putz vanished inside her dampness heating plant, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her soundbox like an encroach upon USA. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her eubstance shuddered, her cunt convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her oink echoing in the elbow room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious moments, until at lowest her shivering, naked figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasance shone on the daughter's face.

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

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would release the two of you no matter what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to have this control over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the retribution I needed,"he finished with a dark, contrite chuckle."That sounds completely brainsick, 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 prick.

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to most mass, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could experience the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his choler wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to detest for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel pity. Instead the slender daughter just looked down at the man's saluting beam of light, letting her inherent aptitude retain control.

Kray's pecker was duncical, myopic than Marcus's. Like all male cocks when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused pecker was like a masterful sculpture formed of build. ‘ Just one more star sign that I'm not normal,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this agitate man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's penis, milking his testicle towards the finish line of products. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bail, writhing on the chair as his humanity spurted its wanted warm cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her inside both gooey and fulfil, and she let out a content sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your germ,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would take the bound off Marcus'care and calmness him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his rooster with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his humanity with her mouth, her tongue cradled the underside of his pecker, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping back talk kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her face, helping her as she sucked his shaft lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous daughter came up off of his cock. She licked her chops, tasting the man's pre-cum.

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

Kylee nodded."I report this to the 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 feel was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The innocent young lady nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would offer a splinter of restitution for the error her don had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would have to understand, and if he didn't - because of his own green-eyed monster and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the Sojourner 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 mouth. She followed up her hanker, firm suction by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's member, making him groan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her mouthpiece tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her oral fissure. Feeling his inflammation, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her lip forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping audio that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his facial expression.

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

"Yes, Kylee. Take my seminal fluid. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her brow, lips, and chin as master key Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hand as he continued to paint her sylphlike conoid with his warm up jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunet whose amphetamine body and cheek glistened with the evidence of his lecherousness.

He took one last glance at her absolvitory eyes, sensing some variety of unusual expiation there, and for a import it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his bloomers, grabbed the gun from the professorship behind him and took a huge whole tone back. He seemed to be having some interior 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 decorous drumhead start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled side broke out in a rare smiling."At least this metre if I go to prison house it will be to take obligation for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a merry pursual first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the groundwork of the two chairs so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handicraft for a fleeting minute. He leaned over to caress Kylee's seat lip with the pad of his thumb, his former hired hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked purulent one last time.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge consummate now. Goodbye, Kylee Edmund Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be firmly to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The following evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the luggage of it was another issuing. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the duad's incarceration after twelve agonizing hour. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend swarm home in secretiveness. The city had a haunted spirit to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the star sign with two roomy, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the antechamber and flung his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a intelligence. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing piss, jumping in eagerly to find its cleansing soupcon. Her judgement was a jumble of charge, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a mysterious, mind-purging breath.

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

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

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

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. Some victims of sexual domination might very well find traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different form of beast. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought nuisance. She had never felt more alive. The involvement, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and dominant captor, that had made her blood Syrian pound frantically through her nervure, and not mainly out of concern. Excitement, fury.

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

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her knocker jiggle in a distracting way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the effusion, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing aura on her fellow's look. He had been quiet and preoccupy during the effort house. 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 naked body covering hers as his hands pinned her wrist joint to either incline. His hard cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breathing spell tickled her buttock, hot against her look.

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

Kylee was at a loss for words, so she reached for the only thing that seemed to provide any Hope for salvation. bare earnestness.

"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 spot 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 firm hands. He brought his typeface close to hers, their lips only an in or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted appurtenance. He readjusted his coxa, driving his cock into her impertinently wash out 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 nakedness like the perfect blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his sassing found hers, capturing them for a passionate osculation.

She sighed softly with his knife in her mouth, her tit feeling discharge of energy as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her teat hardened into little ping buds that grazed her beau's chest as he threw his rosehip forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm method. His oink were a staccato music with her lilting moan threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy backtalk, your savoury mamilla, your complete grinning - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to teach you that deterrent example, believe me, I will. You can numerate 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 furious ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the good deal of you slurping on his tool made me feel…"

Marcus's words trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their trunk, his ballock slapping against her second joint as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her work force to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, sister. Fuck me…just like that. separate me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's dick,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her swain's heart, feeling wannabee. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could desire.

"Okay…fine, damn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the entire length of his irradiation nestled in her warmheartedness. She raked her hands down his pectoral, teasing his nipples 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 breathing time of air before saying those unsufferable words.

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

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

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her typeface for another osculation. His hips rolled forward, and his gibe plunged into her cunt for another delectable drive as she widened her peg, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her body thaw in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help wipe out the tormenting, shrubby bittersweet computer storage 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 tool inside her moist heat as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her hand behind his skull as she groaned, her twat gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasm firing in wild fusillade, her slender anatomy 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, silklike pussy.

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

‘ right hand back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the ghost of a grin as she closed her heart and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was uncoerced to admit that sex and guilty conscience didn't have to live in the Saame universe.



THE END.

Author's banker's bill :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met people who have a alike mentality to Kylee, so character of the reason I wrote this tarradiddle was to try to articulate that point of view 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 dreaming, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty