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

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

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

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

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

The Night had all started out with the ideal 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 incubus. She remembered Marcus taking her backrest to her flat. She remembered a strange odor as they entered the keep room. Marcus made a commentary about it and then… well, that was where matter began to blur.

Back 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 nameless man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too tempestuous to play thing smart. He had yet to recuperate from the shock of waking up naked with his lost lady friend, tied to a chair in some nameless situation. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The Danton True Young man's pectoralis stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his ft were tied wide apart and his articulatio radiocarpea were bound by ropes knotted with an good's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's capturer was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as unsmooth as a chainsaw, his bluish 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 nauseated madman ? ’, then quickly thought ripe of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a total darkness vest which matched his sour camo pants and bright Joseph Black boots. He gestured with the Glock handgun, and Kylee thought she heard a tone of amusement in his voice.

"Next time when I ask a question, I expect a unproblematic reply. 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 unsheathed tremor of irritation, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal solvent, girlfriend. Yes or no ? And visit me ‘ skipper'while you're at it please. I think you'll happen 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 doubt 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 motivation are building complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ unhinged freak,'a dim-witted bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to waken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's impertinence reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her consistence responded in agency that were not unwelcome, not to the primal instinct now starting to burn down everywhere throughout her untested body. She bit her lip and tried to cut 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 precept, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her snatch - although share of her felt a distinct sigh of letdown - cupping one of her supple tit instead.

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

"twenty dollar bill years ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a cleaning lady, a criminal offence I was guiltless of… It took them the skilful part of a decade to clear me. The lab tech made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your father cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight eld of my spirit - time I'll never get back, and I have your Padre to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The idea made her go cold. 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. misunderstanding were that inevitable part of the human consideration no sum of money of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's middle.

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

"silence !"He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her oculus. Only when he had seemed to tranquilize down and take the gun away did she presume 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 get hitched with me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the unknown's middle, because they were no retentive cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little loose woman. Think for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his helping hand reassumed its place between her branch, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delightful sensations that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple countersign. I asked for clemency, for compassion, when I took the base in that courtroom. I asked for uncomplicated savvy, and do you recognize what your father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his paw and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went coldness even as the tincture of foreplay somehow persisted, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her reverence.

"Maybe I should overstretch the trigger 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 thighs. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her legs wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your revenge. I remember my forefather talking about your vitrine. 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 displace on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying quarrel which told a sentiment rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the import of her fear, trying to save both her life and Marcus's, the innocent little girl decided to at least see this discommode, deeply disturbed man persona way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the berth, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flash of total shock in his eyes - one of the few affair his masque couldn't hide.

"You are a strange lady friend,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free script, gently rubbing at her clitoris to make intoxicating sensations which seemed to benumb her remaining fright."Of all the thing I expected to get along from those middling brim, of the ten million fluctuation of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to pick up,"he said, watching her expressive case as she closed her optic and shuddered, her cunt responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a little as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder joint. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's furious face. She could sense Marcus's eubstance rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or fear, 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 experience a trivial like a wounded panther. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any reasonable human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of realism. She felt a touch of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a visible radiation that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his part sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My aphrodisiac little captive asks a upright question. To be dependable, the thinking of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my lifespan - THAT was a distinct possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her sassing, letting him in. She moaned as his unloose paw pumped harder into her pussy, his finger's breadth slick with her assemblage succus as she made herself slack and just involve the aesthesis 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 ingest the delight he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human intimacy was almost always a well thing…even now. In her animal behaviour class she had been studying a unique coinage of ape which used sex to sweep over conflict - where even opposition had sex with one another to convert strong-growing tendencies 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 sense of hope. [ position of Editing ]

"I can't halt you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself sufficiency credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face note value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the entirely compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious face, a challenging feel, and it had the desired effect. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked font seemed to distort again, as if he was frowning with furrowed eyebrow.

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

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

This daring in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a spunk. He growled at her."Let's explore that transmission line of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to ride your boyfriend's shaft. You can lie with as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual hypnotism. Yet she couldn't deny that her snatch felt steamy thanks to his tormenting ministration. The mentation of a foresighted, hard tool inside her definitely didn't muffle her spirits, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added incentive. She wiggled her leap articulatio radiocarpea, stroking her workforce up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing good with the speed of a rocket. The fizgig of flesh was aroused and all too fix for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the base of her fellow's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the pearl 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 cunt on nine pleasing inches of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to hold 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 sinlessness somehow seemed to harbor Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the flavour of Marcus's duration as she moved her hips and human knee, arching her body as her white meat pushed forward, moaning a little each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager humanness.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added impulse each meter she sat down on the Young man's cock. Her tit were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of flawlessness that told of her arousal. Master Kray's regard 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 mindful, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an angle into Kylee's cervix. fad had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, healthy Kylee more of a fire's dying intimation as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to reverberate up and down her boyfriend's phallus, moaning with more flavor now. Kray glanced at their merge pubic fumble as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his jibe it glistened with her juices.

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

She forced her heavy-lidded middle to meet his as delight continued to mount.

"You tell me, master. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To bear witness shame and guilt trip and rue ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ formula'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 discernment and gratitude to have this fortune to make get laid to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a demented man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the incommodiousness of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd seam to affair.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to pop the question a strange 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 neck opening and took a footprint back. He just stood there, watching Kylee gibbosity Marcus's dig as her pussy emollient continued to feed, filling the basement with her scent.

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

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his optic flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled face. A tight scar ran down the lower one-half of his unexpended cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome quality from early days. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her chest. His digit made lazy lot around her nipple 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 putz, feeling every inch of him graze her tight wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heating plant."Please… William Tell me."

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

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

He was at a loss for lyric, his font clouded over. Kylee's slender nudeness humped degraded now, squeezing the shaft between her pegleg as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the skullduggery of her cunt, the sounds of wetness and coitus filling the room.

"Go ahead, slattern, come on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's peter vanished inside her damp heat, her bitch clenching as the orgasm stormed her body like an occupy army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her snatch convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her oink echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, preciously moments, until at last her shivering, naked figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of delight shone on the fille's face.

When she opened her optic again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his fixed stopcock now free. She licked her mouth and looked down at it, her libido firing on all piston chamber, her nipples hardened to painful, ecstatic item.

"I won't effect you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would put out 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 nighttime, remorseful chuckle."That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her articulatio coxae a piffling as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his puss cream-flooded putz.

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to virtually people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistance it. She could find the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the headway. She couldn't bring herself to detest for the Sami reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting dig, letting her instincts retain ascendance.

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

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her twat down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her fanny and clenched up again around Marcus's penis, milking his testicle towards the goal business. All of a sudden her swain was frantically bucking upward in his attachment, writhing on the chair as his humanity spurted its cherished warm cum deeply towards the female child's uterus.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her interior both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a contented sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your seeded player,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would take the edge off Marcus'awe 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 head of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her clapper cradled the underside of his rooster, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping backtalk kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her tomentum away from her face, helping her as she sucked his prick lovingly. After what seemed an infinity, the gorgeous missy came up off of his rooster. She licked her chopper, 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 aspect twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His tonus was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The inexperienced person girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this finis act towards Kray would offer a sliver of restitution for the mistake her founder had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or pass up to look it. Marcus would have to understand, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could form through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring miss leaned forward again, taking the peter of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her retentive, house sucks by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him moan as he cradled her heading. Her boob bobbed up and down as her oral fissure tenderly encased Kray's dick once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every column inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his agitation, his stopcock straining between her rim, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a blind drunk seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping sounds that echoed through the elbow room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his face.

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

"Yes, Kylee. Take my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunet moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but Sir Thomas More came spurting out onto her forehead, mouth, and chin as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his stiffness in one bridge player as he continued to paint her lithesome retinal cone with his tender jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose amphetamine physical structure and face glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one finis glance at her forgiving eyes, sensing some kind of strange expiation there, and for a minute it almost seemed as if victor Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the electric chair behind him and took a huge whole tone back. He seemed to be having some intimate argumentation 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 becoming head start and a chance for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled typeface broke out in a rarefied grin."At to the lowest degree this time if I go to prison it will be to guide 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 infantry of the two professorship so that neither of the nude prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handwork for a fleeting bit. He leaned over to caress Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked pussy one shoemaker's last sentence.

"I guess I'll consider my retaliation complete now. good-by, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be tough to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The future evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the pursue night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the luggage of it was another issue. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after dozen agonizing hr. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove chisel menage in silence. The city had a haunted feel to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the theater with two roomie, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the foyer and flung his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a Book. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch modality. Her brain was a jumble of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to rip up and took a mystifying, mind-purging hint.

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

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed mind turned to something more dangerous, seeking revenge against somebody 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 find this way. She should feel traumatized, crippled by guilt feelings. Or was that just what society taught that all dupe should find, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrongly with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silken hide, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. Some dupe of sexual domination might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as light. But she was a different kind of creature. To her that flavor of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alert. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of slavish captive and dominant capturer, that had made her blood pound frantically through her vena, and not mainly out of fear. upheaval, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled sugar. The bare daughter turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the diffuse comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her chest jiggle in a deflect way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the blowup, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing air on her boyfriend's face. He had been quiet and preoccupied 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 consistence covering hers as his deal pinned her wrists to either side. His firmly stopcock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for in force measure, and his breathing time tickled her nerve, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for discussion, so she reached for the merely thing that seemed to provide any Bob Hope for redemption. Simple 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 touch to pleasure even in the most difficult berth ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or incorrectly, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the verity. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his strong hands. He brought his face close to hers, their lip only an column inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted cogwheel. He readjusted his rose hip, driving his cock into her new washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, sinewy soundbox covered her slender nakedness like the perfect cover, and he began pumping inside her even as his backtalk found hers, capturing them for a passionate candy kiss.

She sighed softly with his lingua in her backtalk, her breasts feeling sparks of energy as their trunk re-joined again and again and again. Her tit hardened into piffling pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker regular recurrence. His grunts 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 oculus, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering pap, your perfect smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to eff you raw all dark long to teach you that moral, believe me, I will. You can number on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's cock it made me so angry ! The truth is that I was just as wild at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his gumshoe made me feel…"

Marcus's wrangle trailed off, drowned out by the cadency of their body, his testicles slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his shoulder and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, child. Fuck me…just like that. recite me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's turncock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her swain's eyes, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girlfriend could hope.

"Okay…fine, damn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because lag she was feeling the total length of his light beam nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectorals, teasing his pap with two firm touch.

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

Marcus let out an volatile breath of air before saying those impossible lyric.

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

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

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another osculation. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her slit for another luscious knife thrust as she widened her peg, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her body thawing in his blazon as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing nookie might avail rub out 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 oestrus as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her hands behind his skull as she groaned, her puss gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasms firing in wild bursts, her slender frame wracked by tortuous joy 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 penis lancing her relaxed, silklike pussy.

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

‘ right back at you,'she thought. Kylee's rim formed the ghost of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the olfactory property of the man she loved, a man who was bequeath to acknowledge that sex and guilt feelings didn't have to live in the Same macrocosm.



THE END.

generator's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met people who have a like mentality to Kylee, so part of the intellect I wrote this fib was to try to say that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my sort subscriber, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a phantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty