I hope you enjoy the narration. I went with a psychological edge as the story builds that I think many will get hold occupy.
~gaggedKitty

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

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

"Be muted and listen !"said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his side by side word of honor like a drowning charwoman glimpsing an island.

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

The Nox had all started out with the ideal date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a movie 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 unknown flavor as they entered the life room. Marcus made a commentary about it and then… well, that was where things began to smear.

Back in the represent, Kylee was all too aware of their captor sitting fully clothed in the death chair opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the stranger man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too furious to diddle matter smart. He had yet to retrieve from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girl, tied to a chair in some terra incognita space. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectoral stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his foot were tied wide-cut apart and his wrist were bound by Mexican valium knotted with an practiced's eye. It was hopeless.

The dyad's captor was maybe 6'5, his vocalisation almost as rough as a chainsaw, his blue-green center 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 barf lunatic ? ’, 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 hassle. please !"

The man who called himself Kray wore a pitch-black vest which matched his dark camo trouser and shiny black boots. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a shade of entertainment in his spokesperson.

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

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

"I want a verbal response, girl. Yes or no ? And ring me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll find my account 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 mentum as he stared into her innocent optic.

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

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunet's cheeks reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so chagrin ! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwelcome, not to the primal instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her Lester Willis Young body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's responses to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of rule, Kylee, and I will watch them, you can be certain of that."He slid his helping hand up thankfully away from her dent - although parting of her felt a distinct suspiration of letdown - cupping one of her sylphlike breasts instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found peculiarity vying with her fear despite herself. What in the world was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her mind for any connection this man might make to her, or to her phratry.

"twenty years ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a charwoman, a crime I was innocent of… It took them the better piece of a decade to exonerate me. The lab techs made a mistake that resulted in a sour DNA match. Not that your father cared, judgment you. After years struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight old age of my life sentence - metre I'll never get back, and I have your beginner to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The opinion made her go coldness. Could it be that her father had created a colossus through his own misunderstanding ? She remembered him feeling awful about respective cases over the years. Everyone was man. Mistakes were that inevitable portion of the man term no sum 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 mitt over her lip, startling her. His gun pressed into her face, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and take the gun away did she presume to open them again.

"The cleaning lady I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 years. I had recently asked her to get hitched with me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the unknown's middle, because they were no longer frigidity. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. intend for a moment."He let the secretiveness lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its situation between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious sensations 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 intelligence. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you get laid what your father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his script and pressed the barrelful of the gun between her legs. Kylee's eubstance went cold even as the vestige of rousing somehow persisted, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her veneration.

"Maybe I should pull the induction right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words hang, watching her intently. She stared at the iniquity, lethal weapon pressed between her second joint. Then she did the one matter he had never expected. She opened her wooden leg wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your revenge. I remember my 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 life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to incite on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying parole which told a view rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to exist. In the moment of her awe, trying to pull through both her lifespan and Marcus's, the innocent daughter decided to at to the lowest degree meet this incommode, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might avail the situation, and she had to at least try.

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

"You are a strange miss,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clitoris to make intoxicating sensations which seemed to numb her remaining care."Of all the things I expected to come from those pretty lips, of the ten million variations of plea I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to listen,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her eyes and shuddered, her cunt responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a minuscule as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heating. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's articulatio humeri. The missy was almost certain that their capturer was looking at her boyfriend's tempestuous face. She could feel Marcus's soundbox rigid underneath her, whether more from torture or care, 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 capturer had started to feel a niggling like a offend Felis concolor. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane homo being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a light that few people would.

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

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his exempt hired man pumped harder into her cunt, his digit slick with her assembly succus as she made herself unstrain and just take the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would learn the pleasure he gave her, just admit it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human affair was almost always a proficient thing…even now. In her animal behavior year she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even foeman had sex with one another to change aggressive inclination into something more redemptive.

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

"I can't stopover you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunet said."But I don't think you give yourself enough credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at boldness economic value. Killing us is only one ‘ trenchant possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious expression, a gainsay look, and it had the desire impression. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

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

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

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

This cheek in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a spunk. 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 fooling proposition. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussycat felt corneous thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The thought process of a long, grueling cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added bonus. She wiggled her bound wrist, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright piano with the speeding of a projectile. The lance of flesh was aroused and all too gear up for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the radix of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his pelvic girdle 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 gem as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe shape down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist slit on nine pleasing inch of dick.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to sustain her regard fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, captain,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to harbour Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's duration as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a petty each time she bottomed out on her young man's eager manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's work force clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added momentum each clip she sat down on the young man's cock. Her pap were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her arousal. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in idea. 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. craze 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 stick up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more feeling now. Kray glanced at their compound pubic muffs as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juice.

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

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to receive his as delight continued to mount.

"You tell me, superior. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To show shame and guiltiness and regret ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ convention'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very unlike way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than admiration and gratitude to have this luck to nominate love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed 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 formula by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to provide a strange advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's antagonism with none of her own.

"You make no sentience !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck opening and took a footfall back. He just stood there, watching Kylee extrusion Marcus's irradiation as her puss cream continued to course, filling the basement with her scent.

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

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his oculus flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the whine face. A tight scar ran down the low-spirited half of his left boldness, and his nozzle looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a freehanded character from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingerbreadth made slothful circles around her mamilla now, and he leaned down until his brow was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"Okay, trollop. You want to recognize the truth ?"

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

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

"I was going to assault you in front of your fellow and then kill you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into reality. The the true 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 accusal of your founder's crime at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my payback. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for words, his face clouded over. Kylee's slim nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the beam between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the skullduggery of her pussy, the audio of wetness and sexual congress filling the way.

"Go ahead, slattern, come on your boyfriend's dick. Let me see it."The sad center of her capturer briefly flared to life as he watched her mosh her pelvic girdle down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her body like an invading army. The gorgeous brunet cooed as her body shuddered, her slit convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck opening snapped back, her squeal echoing in the elbow room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her climax continued for long, precious present moment, until at last her chill, au naturel figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the young lady's face.

When she opened her middle again she saw that her captor had dropped his drawers, 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, rapturous point.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would eject 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 vengeance I needed,"he finished with a nighttime, rueful chortle."That sounds completely gaga, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her rosehip a petty as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded pecker.

"No, not completely,"she offered."crazy to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't service it. She could feel the man's pain sensation, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the like reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly flavor shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her inherent aptitude retain ascendancy.

Kray's cock was boneheaded, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male person hammer when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused tool was like a masterful carving formed of flesh. ‘ Just one more sign that I'm not convention,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this stir up man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's tool once more. She wiggled her arse and clenched up again around Marcus's member, milking his testicles towards the eat up line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his James Bond, writhing on the chairwoman as his manhood spurted its precious tender cum deeply towards the daughter's womb.

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

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his strong-arm controller over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his pecker with her mouth. As she stroked the duration of his manhood with her mouth, 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 aspect, helping her as she sucked his stopcock lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous missy 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 constabulary. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His face twisted, questioning."Yet you're bequeath to do this ?"His step was edged with disbelief as the brunet looked down at his fully awakened girth. The barren fille nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this utmost act towards Kray would offer a sliver of indemnity for the fault her father 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 jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could lick through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a soundly thing.

The alluring young woman leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her backtalk. She followed up her foresightful, business firm sucks by twirling her spit around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her head. Her titty bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every column inch of his tool inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her brim, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a mean cachet as she gurgled and made gimcrack slurping sounds that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the unbelief that must clearly be etched on his face.

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

"Yes, Kylee. Take my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but more than came spurting out onto her os frontale, lip, and mentum as sea captain Kray stepped back, gripping his insensibility in one hand as he continued to paint her supple cones with his warm up jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose pep pill body and cheek glistened with the grounds of his lust.

He took one last glance at her absolvitory optic, sensing some variety of unusual satisfaction there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if passe-partout Kray might say a word of honor or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his trouser, grabbed the gun from the death chair behind him and took a huge step back. He seemed to be having some internal disputation before he spoke.

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison house or not, I'll give myself a decent promontory head start and a probability for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rare grin."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 pursual first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two hot seat so that neither of the au naturel captive could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a flit mo. He leaned over to fondle Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his quarter round, his former hand slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked pussycat one close meter.

"I guess I'll think my revenge utter now. Goodbye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

Kylee offered the trace of a smile, masking the pathos 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 planetary house the following Night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another yield. individual had anonymously tipped off the constabulary on the couplet's immurement after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the fellow and girlfriend swarm home in silence. The metropolis had a haunted flavour to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the star sign 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 Word of God. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower bath, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her brain was a jumble of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a deep, mind-purging breath.

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

She sincerely hoped that the law caught Kray before his disturbed psyche turned to something more unsafe, seeking retaliation against individual 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 palpate this way. She should feel traumatise, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what fellowship taught that all victims should find, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silklike skin, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal belief. Some victim 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 variety of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain in the neck. She had never felt more awake. The intimacy, that forbidden moral force of submissive prisoner and dominant captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of veneration. inflammation, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the exhibitioner now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled sugar. The naked daughter turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the exhibitioner, dragged her to the sleeping accommodation and threw her onto the easy comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the campaign 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 glowing aura on her beau's facial expression. He had been tranquillity and obsessed during the driving home base. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and primary as a forcefulness of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his bridge player pinned her wrists to either side. His voiceless cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good touchstone, and his breath tickled her impudence, 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 words, so she reached for the only affair that seemed to provide 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 pleasure, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most unmanageable billet ! I don't aspect what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the the true. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his stiff hands. He brought his cheek close to hers, their sassing only an in or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hips, driving his rooster into her freshly washed sex. Her twat thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her effect, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular body covered her slender nakedness like the staring blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his sassing found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her white meat feeling sparkle of Energy Department as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipple hardened into little pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his pelvic girdle forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunt were a staccato music with her lilting moans threatening to surge in counterpoint.

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

Marcus's words trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their bodies, his testicle slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her men to his berm and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me…just like that. state me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck up Kray's dick,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's optic, feeling bright. ‘ Maybe he's as Weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could desire.

"Okay…fine, damn you womanhood. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because interim she was feeling the entire distance of his pecker nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectorals, teasing his mammilla with two business firm pinches.

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

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those impossible parole.

"It was HOT, okay ? It was such a turn 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 lip ?"she teased, giving her beau a mischievous wink.

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His rosehip rolled forward, and his ray plunged into her cunt for another delicious drive as she widened her ramification, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in power, her body melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing shag might assist erase the tormenting, bittersweet memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her sexy ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his cock inside her moist heat as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her script behind his skull as she groaned, her cunt gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her consistency's cramp firing in dotty bursts, her slender shape wracked by knotty pleasance as the climax left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his phallus lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right, precious hussy. You're mine, and I'm going to know on every inch of you until you never leave it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ right wing back at you,'she thought. Kylee's sass formed the ghostwriter of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the olfactory property of the man she loved, a man who was willing to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to inhabit in the same universe.



THE END.

Author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met people who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so part of the reason I wrote this narrative was to try to articulate that stand in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my sort readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fancy. Always follow your dreaming, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty