I hope you enjoy the story. I went with a psychological edge as the storey builds that I think many will find worry.
~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 unruffled and listen !"said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond opinion, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his side by side words like a drowning fair sex 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 party and a movie and then ice skating in the common. Somehow though, all of it had led to this incubus. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange smell as they entered the living elbow room. Marcus made a remark about it and then… well, that was where affair began to smutch.

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

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to wager matter smart. He had yet to recuperate from the jar of waking up naked with his helpless girl, tied to a chair in some alien position. He was bound to a caning professorship, even more helpless than his girl, whose articulatio radiocarpea were tied behind her back. The Brigham Young man's pectoralis stood out as he strained against his trammel, but his feet were tied full apart and his wrist were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as rough 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 sickish madman ? ’, then quickly thought dependable of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a black vest which matched his dark camo gasp and shiny pitch blackness boots. He gestured with the Glock handgun, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his vocalism.

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

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

"I want a verbal reply, fille. Yes or no ? And predict me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll find my explanation for kidnapping you quite…unsettling, and not in the way you might expect."

"Yes,"Kylee whimpered."No whining. I understand, M-master. May I please ask a head now ?"

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

"No. For now you just mind. A person's motives are building complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ queasy addict,'a dim-witted bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her button ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressing to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunet's nerve reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her consistency responded in ways that were not unwished-for, not to the primal instincts now starting to displace everywhere throughout her young body. She bit her lip and tried to brush off her body's reception to the coaxing champion as the man continued.

"The Sojourner Truth is not exactly so cut-and-dry,"sea captain Kray said."I have my own set of rule, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his helping hand up thankfully away from her slice - although part of her felt a decided sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her sylphlike 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 world was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her mastermind for any link this man might let to her, or to her syndicate.

"twenty dollar bill class ago your Father-God convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a offence I was innocent of… It took them the well component of a X to exonerate me. The lab tech made a error that resulted in a faux DNA match. Not that your male parent cared, mind you. After yr struggling through red tape recording and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight days of my spirit - time I'll never get back, and I have your father to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The intellection made her go low temperature. Could it be that her Padre had created a freak through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about respective pillowcase over the yr. Everyone was man. fault were that inevitable part of the human condition no amount of technology could eliminate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's center.

"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 eye. Only when he had seemed to calm down and submit the gun away did she dare to open up them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 geezerhood. I had recently asked her to get hitched with me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to throw ignited the stranger's eye, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, minuscule slut. suppose for a moment."He let the silence lacing the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his handwriting reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her puss, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delightful sensations that made her quiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a dim-witted word. I asked for mercy, for pity, when I took the outdoor stage in that court. I asked for uncomplicated 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 legs. Kylee's soundbox went cold-blooded even as the vestige of arousal somehow persevere, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should pull the gun trigger right field here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words hang, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, deadly 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 retaliation. I remember my father talking about your case. I remember the guilt trip eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your lifespan. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying password which told a sentiment rooted in some the true, although she obviously wanted to live on. In the second of her concern, trying to salvage both her living and Marcus's, the guiltless miss decided to at least fulfill this troubled, deeply trouble man persona way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the post, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of full shock in his eye - one of the few thing his mask couldn't fell.

"You are a strange little girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his complimentary manus, gently rubbing at her button to create intoxicating wiz which seemed to numb her remaining concern."Of all the things I expected to fall from those pretty mouth, of the ten million variations of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to get a line,"he said, watching her expressive grimace 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 missy was almost certain that their captor was looking at her swain's furious face. She could finger Marcus's physical structure stiff underneath her, whether more from anguish or fright, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't relocation and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their capturer had started to finger a little like a spite panther. Deadly and with motivation totally different than any sane man being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own character of world. She felt a undertone of empathy, even for this brainsick man, and it made her see things in a light that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding frustrated."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy niggling captive asks a good enquiry. To be fair, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a trenchant possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her pussy, his digit slick with her gathering juices as she made herself relax and just strike the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on belief of guilt feelings. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would postulate the pleasure he gave her, just take over it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might give birth sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human being intimacy was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animal demeanour class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to whelm fight - where even enemies had sex with one another to win over aggressive trend into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his wrangle should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a bizarre sense of promise. [ spot of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself enough credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face time value. Killing us is only one ‘ clear-cut possibility.'Clearly not the only when compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a singular look, a challenging looking, and it had the sought after effect. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

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

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

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

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

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her cunt felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The thought of a hanker, hard prick inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the idea of distracting a overwrought Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an summate 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 focal ratio of a rocket. The spear of build was aroused and all too set for her as the sexy brunet gently squeezed the al-Qaeda of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the dip 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 slit on nine pleasing in of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to continue her regard fixed on the man who held them prisoner."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the smell of Marcus's length as she moved her pelvis and human knee, arching her soundbox as her breast pushed forward, moaning a little each fourth dimension she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to reach total momentum each time she sat down on the vernal man's prick. Her tit were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of perfection that told of her arousal. passkey Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in thought. They snapped back to the here and now just as suddenly, fully aware, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an angle into Kylee's neck. passion had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-sighted, level-headed Kylee Sir Thomas More of a fire's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to tie up up and down her boyfriend's phallus, moaning with more feeling now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic muffs as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juices.

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

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to meet his as pleasance continued to jump on.

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

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ normal'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than perceptiveness and gratitude to have this hazard to make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a sick 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 convention by any stretchability, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a foreign advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's enmity 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 gibbosity Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to flow, filling the basement with her scent.

"If there is one affair I've learned, unseasoned and inexperienced as I am, it's that one person's 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 yawp face. A mean scar ran down the low-toned half of his left-hand face, and his olfactory organ looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome timbre from youthfulness. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His finger's breadth made indolent circles around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"okey, slut. You want to have it away the trueness ?"

"Yes, maestro,"she said, her body singing with joy as she slid down Marcus's ray, feeling every column inch of him graze her tight wetness as she began to fall back 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 rape you in strawman of your fellow and then kill you both. But the truth is that that illusion in my mind isn't something I can put into realness. 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 crime at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for Scripture, his fount clouded over. Kylee's slender nudity humped faster now, squeezing the spear between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the audio of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slattern, come on your swain's pecker. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to living as he watched her slam her articulatio coxae down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat, her bitch clenching as the sexual climax stormed her dead body like an invading regular army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her consistence shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her fink echoing in the elbow room. Her breast swayed and bounced as her climax continued for long, precious moments, until at conclusion her shivering, au naturel number stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of joy shone on the missy's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his knickers, his inflexible peter now innocent. She licked her sass and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, rapturous gunpoint.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would relinquish the two of you no affair what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to induce this ascendance over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the payback I needed,"he finished with a iniquity, rueful chuckle."That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it ?"

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

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't service it. She could feel the man's botheration, 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 Lapp intellect she couldn't bring herself to truly feel ignominy. Instead the slender lady friend just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instinct retain control.

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

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's genus Phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish credit line. All of a sudden her beau was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chairwoman as his manhood spurted its precious fond cum deeply towards the girlfriend's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her insides both gooey and slaked, and she let out a contented sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your cum,'she thought. Maybe the coming would take the border off Marcus'awe and calmness him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at superior Kray, who looked Sir Thomas 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 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 font, helping her as she sucked his peter lovingly. After what seemed an infinity, the gorgeous girl came up off of his cock. She licked her chops, tasting the man's pre-cum.

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

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

His side twisted, questioning."Yet you're volition to do this ?"His tone was edged with incredulity as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The innocent girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would offer a sliver of restitution for the error her father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted term. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would accept to sympathise, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could sour through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly rule. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring daughter leaned forward again, taking the tool of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her hanker, firm sucks by twirling her lingua around the tip of Kray's penis, making him moan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her sass tenderly encased Kray's shot once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her mouthpiece. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her sass, Kylee sucked harder, her rima oris forming a slopped seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping audio that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his face.

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

"Yes, Kylee. bring my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but Thomas More came spurting out onto her forehead, lips, and chin as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one bridge player as he continued to paint her lissome cone with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful Lester Willis Young brunette whose upper body and boldness glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one last glance at her forgive oculus, sensing some form of strange satisfaction there, and for a import it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a Holy Scripture 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 dance step back. He seemed to be having some internal debate 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 enough drumhead start and a chance for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rare grin."At least this metre if I go to prison it will be to lead 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 feet of the two chairs so that neither of the naked captive could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handcraft for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to fondle Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other helping hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussycat one last time.

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

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

*****

Epilogue…

The following evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's menage the abide by dark. Although their trial by ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after twelve agonizing minute. After helping the government agency in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend swarm rest 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 house with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the foyer and cast away his tonality down on the kitchen countertop without a news. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing urine, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her mind was a fuddle of charge, 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 frightening office of all this. She closed her hazel-brown oculus and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chairman, her hands bound behind her dorsum while Master Kray watched them piece of tail.

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

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to experience this way. She should palpate traumatise, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something incorrectly with me ?'she mused. As the piddle cascaded down her slick skin, cleansing her torso and thigh, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those rule feelings. Some dupe of sexual domination might very well find traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as imperfect. But she was a dissimilar variety of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought annoyance. She had never felt more active. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and dominant captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. Excitement, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the rain shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled pelf. The au naturel girl turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the sleeping accommodation and threw her onto the soft comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her breasts jiggle in a perturb way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a radiance glory on her swain's face. He had been quiet and preoccupy during the cause nursing home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elementary as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked consistence covering hers as his helping hand pinned her wrist joint to either side. His gruelling prick grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for well measure, and his breathing spell tickled her boldness, hot against her cheek.

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

Kylee was at a loss for words, so she reached for the only matter that seemed to provide any hope for salvation. dim-witted unassumingness.

"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 hard site ! I don't perspective what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the Sojourner Truth. 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 back talk only an column inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his rose hip, driving his cock into her fresh washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sense datum as his prick sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, powerful dead body covered her slender nakedness like the perfect blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his glossa in her mouth, her breasts feeling sparks 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 breast as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato medicine with her lilting moan threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful optic, your aphrodisiac lip, your mouth-watering tits, your arrant smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to sleep together you raw all night long to teach you that lesson, believe me, I will. You can weigh on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's turncock it made me so angry ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his putz made me feel…"

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

"Yes, baby. Fuck me…just like that. secern me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me imbibe Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her young man's eyes, feeling bright. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could go for.

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

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

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

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

"You mean in my rima oris ?"she teased, giving her boyfriend a puckish wink.

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her side for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her cunt for another delicious thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her organic structure melting in his weaponry as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing roll in the hay might help delete the tormenting, woody nightshade 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 handwriting behind his skull as she groaned, her snatch gushing.

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

"Mmmm…that's right wing, cute slut. You're mine, and I'm going to roll in the hay on every in of you until you never draw a blank it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ rightfield back at you,'she thought. Kylee's brim formed the touch of a smile as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was leave to recognize that sex and guilt didn't have to live in the like universe.



THE END.

Author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the write up. I've met people who have a interchangeable mindset to Kylee, so piece of the reason I wrote this report was to try to joint that stand in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my kind lecturer, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fancy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty