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

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

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

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

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

The dark had all started out with the nonsuch date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a flick and then ice skating in the park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this incubus. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a foreign flavor as they entered the living room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where things began to blur.

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

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too raging to play affair smart. He had yet to recover from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a electric chair in some unknown region home. He was bound to a wicker chairperson, even to a greater extent helpless than his girlfriend, whose radiocarpal joint were tied behind her rachis. The offspring man's musculus pectoralis stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his metrical unit were tied wide apart and his wrists were bound by forget me drug knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's captor was maybe 6'5, his interpreter almost as rocky 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 sick of maniac ? ’, then quickly thought easily of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a mordant vest which matched his dark camo pants and glossy blackened bang. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tincture of amusement in his vocalization.

"Next clip when I ask a doubtfulness, I expect a wide-eyed answer. No more whining, unless you want to be punished - understand ?"

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

"I want a verbal resolution, fille. Yes or no ? And scream me ‘ schoolmaster'while you're at it please. I think you'll feel 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 clean-handed optic.

"No. For now you just listen. A person's theme are composite. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick addict,'a simple-minded bad guy."He softly stroked the slope of Kylee's font, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her button ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

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

"The verity is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be sure of that."He slid his paw up thankfully away from her slit - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her slender white meat instead.

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

"Twenty twelvemonth ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a law-breaking I was innocent of… It took them the better part of a X to assoil me. The lab technical school made a mistake that resulted in a simulated DNA match. Not that your Father cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape and filing solicitation, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my biography - time I'll never get back, and I have your don to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go low temperature. Could it be that her father had created a monster through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about several cases over the years. Everyone was human. fault were that inevitable piece of the human circumstance no quantity of engineering science could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's eyes.

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

"secretiveness !"He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her boldness, and she closed her centre. Only when he had seemed to lull down and take the gun away did she defy to open them again.

"The char I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 years. I had recently asked her to splice me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to give ignited the stranger's optic, because they were no farseeing cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. Think for a moment."He let the secretiveness lace the air with a veto intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his paw reassumed its station between her peg, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to make delicious champion that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple password. I asked for mercifulness, for pity, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for bare understanding, 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 branch. Kylee's body went frigidity even as the vestige of arousal somehow persisted, her slit still warm, instinctually yearning for that deal to return despite her reverence.

"Maybe I should commit the initiation rightfield here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the Word hang, watching her intently. She stared at the wickedness, 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. Have your retaliation. I remember my Church Father talking about your case. I remember the guilt eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your aliveness. I get that. If this is what you need to do to proceed 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 import of her care, trying to save both her life story and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least touch this troubled, deeply disturbed man component way. She couldn't think of anything else that might avail the situation, and she had to at to the lowest degree try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of add up shock in his eyes - one of the few things his masque couldn't skin.

"You are a strange girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his barren hired man, gently rubbing at her clitoris to create intoxicating wizard which seemed to blunt her remaining fear."Of all the things I expected to come from those passably lips, of the ten million magnetic declination of plea I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to take heed,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her optic and shuddered, her twat responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a picayune as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his stare straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her fellow's raging face. She could feel Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or awe, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't move and don't provoke him !'

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

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

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her oral fissure, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her gathering juices as she made herself relax and just take the sensory faculty he gave her. She had already started to pack down on opinion of guilt. This was Kray's display, not hers, but it was more than that. She would conduct the pleasance he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might take sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human being affair was almost always a good thing…even now. In her sensual behavior course she had been studying a unique mintage of ape which used sex to whelm conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive inclination 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 bizarre common sense of hope. [ Place 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 decent credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face time value. Killing us is only one ‘ decided possibility.'Clearly not the solely compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a singular look, a challenging look, and it had the craved effect. Kray drew back, cocking his psyche.

His masked side seemed to contort again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

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

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

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a mettle. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of business of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your swain's pecker. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his free-and-easy suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussycat felt ruttish thanks to his tormenting succor. The thought process of a long, surd cock inside her definitely didn't mute her spirits, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an tally bonus. She wiggled her bound wrists, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the stop number of a Eruca sativa. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the Base of her swain's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his pelvic arch clenching up. Kylee looked down at the bead 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 bitch on nine pleasing inches of hammer.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep back her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and purity somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the defective, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's distance as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a short each time she bottomed out on her beau's eagre manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to consecrate add up momentum each meter she sat down on the young man's cock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of perfection that told of her rousing. schoolmaster 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 slant into Kylee's cervix. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-sighted, 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 boyfriend's penis, moaning with more belief now. Kray glanced at their commingle pubic muffs as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his slam it glistened with her juice.

"You little hussy. 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 wax.

"You tell me, master copy. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To bear witness pity and guilty conscience and regret ?

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 other than appreciation and gratitude to give this probability to make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a crazy 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 normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to extend a unusual reward 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 cervix and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's gibe as her twat cream continued to flow, filling the cellar with her scent.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masque, tossing it aside as his oculus flashed with some undetectable emotion. Kylee studied the grizzle facial expression. A tight mark ran down the downcast half of his lead impudence, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a human face that still retained a handsome lineament from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her boob. His finger's breadth made lazy circles around her tit now, and he leaned down until his os frontale was pressed to hers, their gaze intimately locked.

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

"Yes, passe-partout,"she said, her body singing with pleasance as she slid down Marcus's barb, feeling every inch of him pasture her sozzled wetness as she began to lose herself in the throe of heating system."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in front of your boyfriend and then kill you both. But the true statement is that that fantasy in my head isn't something I can put into reality. The Truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even close down to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the charge of your Padre's law-breaking at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to deliver my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for language, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slipperiness of her snatch, the phone of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, come up on your beau's cock. Let me see it."The sad middle of her captor briefly flared to lifespan as he watched her slam her rosehip down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp warmth, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her torso like an invading army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her oink echoing in the room. Her boob swayed and bounced as her sexual climax continued for long, wanted mo, until at conclusion her shivering, naked figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eyes 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 piston chamber, her tit hardened to painful, rhapsodic points.

"I won't force-out you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would release the two of you no subject 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, rueful chuckle."That sounds completely gaga, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her pelvic girdle a niggling as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded putz.

"No, not completely,"she offered."looney to most the great unwashed, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could find 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 hate for the like reason she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain mastery.

Kray's cock was duncical, forgetful than Marcus's. Like all Male cock 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 to a greater extent polarity 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 bitch down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her tail end and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious quick cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

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

Now she looked up at master Kray, who looked More forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the heading of his cock with her rima oris. As she stroked the length of his humanity with her mouth, her tongue cradled the undersurface 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 eternity, the gorgeous daughter came up off of his peter. 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 facial expression twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His smell was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The devoid girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would propose 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 resist to present it. Marcus would feature to sympathise, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the yearn run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring daughter leaned forward again, taking the cock of her capturer in her mouthpiece. She followed up her long, firm sucks by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him moan as he cradled her question. Her titty bobbed up and down as her backtalk tenderly encased Kray's beam once more, plunging downward until her nuzzle burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his putz straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a miserly seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping speech sound that echoed through the way. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the incredulity that must clearly be etched on his face.

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

"Yes, Kylee. exact my cum. 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 Kray stepped back, gripping his rigor in one hand as he continued to paint her limber strobile with his tender jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose upper body and cheek glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one last glance at her absolvitory centre, sensing some kind of strange satisfaction there, and for a minute it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a watchword or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge step back. He seemed to be having some intimate 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 showtime and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled look broke out in a rare grinning."At to the lowest degree 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 chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the metrical unit of the two chairs so that neither of the naked prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fleeting here and now. He leaned over to caress Kylee's fathom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last time.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge concluded now. adios, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be arduous to forget."

Kylee offered the tracing of a grin, 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 next evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issuing. soul had anonymously tipped off the police on the pair's captivity after twelve agonizing 60 minutes. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the beau and girlfriend swarm home in silence. The metropolis had a haunted feel to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the mansion with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the foyer 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, sluice down H2O, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing ghost. Her mind was a jumble of accusal, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a deeply, mind-purging breath.

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

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed creative thinker turned to something more dangerous, seeking revenge against mortal 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 sense traumatise, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what beau monde taught that all victims should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something untimely with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silklike peel, cleansing her trunk and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those rule tactile sensation. Some victims of intimate domination might very well experience traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as debile. But she was a different kind of animal. To her that spirit of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain sensation. She had never felt more animated. The affair, that forbidden dynamic of slavish prisoner and prevailing captor, that had made her pedigree pound frantically through her mineral vein, and not mainly out of veneration. fervour, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the exhibitioner now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled boodle. The naked girl turned, her heart flaring as Marcus yanked her from the exhibitor, dragged her to the sleeping room and threw her onto the soft comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the apparent movement making her bosom jiggle in a disorder 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 glow atmosphere on her boyfriend's side. He had been still and taken up during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and primary as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his manus pinned her carpus to either English. His grueling cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for expert measure, and his breath tickled her buttock, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for dustup, so she reached for the lone matter that seemed to put up any hope for salvation. dewy-eyed sincerity.

"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 tactile sensation to pleasure even in the most difficult situations ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or awry, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his strong workforce. He brought his face close to hers, their back talk only an inch or two apart. That was when his deportment suddenly shifted geartrain. He readjusted his hip, driving his dick into her impertinently rinse sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million genius as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, sinewy body covered her slender bareness like the arrant mantle, and he began pumping inside her even as his mouth found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his lingua in her mouth, her boob feeling glint of free energy as their dead body re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into little pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a disconnected music with her lilting groan threatening to soar upwards in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering tits, your perfect grinning - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to teach you that object lesson, conceive me, I will. You can count on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's prick it made me so angry ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the stack of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's speech trailed off, drowned out by the metre of their bodies, his bollock slapping against her second joint as he savagely thrust himself once more into her constriction. She moaned happily, clasping her script to his shoulder and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. fucking me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suckle Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's optic, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as unearthly as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could hope.

"Okay…fine, damn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt foreign to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the entire length of his dick nestled in her affectionateness. She raked her hands down his pectoral medallion, teasing his nipple with two house pinches.

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

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

"It was HOT, okay ? It was such a go on, seeing you pleasure him like that…seeing your handgrip 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 oculus."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His pelvis rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her puss for another delectable thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force play, her soundbox melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing piece of ass might help 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 aphrodisiacal ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his peter 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 wild bursts, her slender frame wracked by voluminous pleasure as the sexual climax left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his member lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right, precious jade. You're mine, and I'm going to sleep with 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 brim formed the wraith of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to notice that sex and guilt didn't have to survive in the Sami creation.



THE END.

Author's banker's bill :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met mass who have a alike mental capacity to Kylee, so part of the reasonableness I wrote this story was to try to phrase that stand 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 ambition, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty