I hope you enjoy the tale. I went with a psychological edge as the story builds that I think many will incur interesting.
~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 silence and hear !"said the man, his side distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond feeling, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his succeeding words like a drowning woman glimpsing an island.

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

The nighttime had all started out with the saint 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 binding to her apartment. She remembered a strange olfactory sensation as they entered the livelihood room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where matter began to blur.

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

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to meet thing smart. He had yet to recover from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a professorship in some nameless place. He was bound to a wickerwork chairwoman, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose articulatio radiocarpea were tied behind her back. The Pres Young man's musculus pectoralis stood out as he strained against his bond, but his feet were tied astray apart and his carpus were bound by forget me drug knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The dyad's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as roughly as a chain saw, his teal 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 macabre maniac ? ’, then quickly thought better of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a smuggled vest which matched his dark camo pants and shiny blackamoor thrill. He gestured with the Glock shooting iron, and Kylee thought she heard a tincture of amusement in his part.

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

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The mysterious capturer got up out of his death chair and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her nipple, causing the stark tremor of irritation, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no ? And phone me ‘ master copy'while you're at it please. I think you'll incur 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 dubiousness now ?"

The gruff-toned man shook his fountainhead, gently cupping her Chin as he stared into her innocent eyes.

"No. For now you just listen. A person's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ be sick nut,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the English of Kylee's nerve, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clitoris ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure sensation to waken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her body responded in manner that were not unwelcome, not to the central instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her physical structure's answer to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"passe-partout Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her incision - although percentage of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her supple tit instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found curio vying with her fear despite herself. What in the universe was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her brain for any connexion this man might cause to her, or to her crime syndicate.

"twenty years ago your beginner convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a offense I was innocent of… It took them the better parting of a decade to exonerate me. The lab techs made a misapprehension that resulted in a faithlessly DNA friction match. Not that your founding father cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my lifespan - 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 thought made her go cold. Could it be that her father had created a monster through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about respective cases over the yr. Everyone was homo. mistake were that inevitable part of the homo status no sum of money of engineering could wipe out. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's eyes.

"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 buttock, and she closed her center. Only when he had seemed to calm down and take away the gun away did she presume to open up them again.

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

"Imagine what that's like, little slovenly woman. Think for a moment."He let the secrecy lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hired man reassumed its place between her leg, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delectable sensations that made her quiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple word. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you know what your don gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the drum of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went frigidness even as the vestige of arousal somehow hold on, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should pull the trigger right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words hang, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, deadly weapon system pressed between her second joint. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her legs wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. hold your revenge. I remember my father talking about your compositor's case. I remember the guilt feelings 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 make a motion on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her reverence, saying words which told a view rooted in some accuracy, although she obviously wanted to live. In the present moment of her fear, trying to redeem both her life and Marcus's, the innocent fille decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply commove man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might aid the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of total shock in his optic - one of the few things his masquerade couldn't pelt.

"You are a unusual girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating wizard which seemed to benumb her remaining fear."Of all the things I expected to occur from those fairly lips, of the ten million variations of plea I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to see,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her centre and shuddered, her bitch 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 finger inside her heat energy. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The miss was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's raging boldness. She could find Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from pain 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 capturer had started to finger a little like a maimed jaguar. Deadly and with motive totally different than any reasonable human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of world. She felt a jot of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see matter in a light that few the great unwashed would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his voice sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy piffling wrapped asks a goodness question. To be honest, the intellection of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a clear-cut possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lip as she opened her sassing, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her slit, his fingers slick with her gathering succus as she made herself relax and just use up the whiz he gave her. She had already started to pack down on opinion of guiltiness. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would hire the pleasure 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 good thing…even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a singular species of ape which used sex to overcome dispute - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive disposition into something more redemptive.

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

"I can't layover you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself enough quotation. I think what you just said can to be taken at grimace economic value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the but compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a peculiar look, a challenge spirit, and it had the hope effect. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked face seemed to falsify again, as if he was frowning with furrowed hilltop.

"You think you're smartness, lilliputian bitch. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

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

This face in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could enjoin she'd struck a cheek. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of intellection 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 casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The persuasion of a long, hard cock inside her definitely didn't moisten her spirits, and the approximation of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an lend fillip. She wiggled her bound wrist, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the velocity of a arugula. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunet gently squeezed the base of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's cock. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe physical body down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing inches of putz.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to preserve her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, professional,"she said. Her innate empathy and whiteness somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the look of Marcus's distance as she moved her hips and human knee, arching her soundbox as her titty pushed forward, moaning a little each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager humanness.

Kray could not see Kylee's hand clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to pass added momentum each metre she sat down on the young man's hammer. Her teat were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her rousing. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in cerebration. 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 neck. fury had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the perspicacious, healthy Kylee More of a flame's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to bound up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more flavour now. Kray glanced at their merge pubic muff as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juices.

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

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to meet his as pleasance continued to mount up.

"You tell me, lord. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To render 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 appreciation and gratitude to take in this chance to make 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 crease to affair.

That reasoning certainly wasn't rule by any stint, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a strange vantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's enmity with none of her own.

"You make no sentiency !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's cervix and took a tone back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to hang, filling the basement with her aroma.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masquerade party, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some undetectable emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled expression. A tight scar ran down the depressed half of his allow for cheek, and his nose looked widely and pronounced on a side that still retained a good-looking lineament from juvenility. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingers made otiose round around her tit now, and he leaned down until his frontal bone was pressed to hers, their regard intimately locked.

"okay, slut. You want to love the true statement ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him crease 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 front of your fellow and then pop you both. But the Truth is that that phantasy 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 charge of your father's crime at you, to use your response 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 passing for words, his nerve clouded over. Kylee's lissom nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the jibe between her peg as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the sound of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, trollop, come up on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to spirit as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's stopcock vanished inside her dampness passion, her cunt clenching as the climax stormed her body like an invading army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her fink echoing in the elbow room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, cherished moments, until at shoemaker's last her shivering, naked human body stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the girl's face.

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

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

Kylee shook her principal, pumping her hip a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his slit cream-flooded pecker.

"No, not completely,"she offered."nutcase to most masses, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistance it. She could experience the man's pain, 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 same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting cock, letting her inherent aptitude retain control.

Kray's cock was thick, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male person rooster when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused beam was like a masterful carving formed of chassis. ‘ Just one more polarity that I'm not normal,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this disturbed man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's putz once more. She wiggled her backside and clenched up again around Marcus's Phallus, milking his testicles towards the stopping point line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the little girl's womb.

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

Now she looked up at master key Kray, who looked more than 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 caput of his cock with her sassing. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouthpiece, her tongue cradled the bottom of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping backtalk kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her face, helping her as she sucked his tool lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous girlfriend came up off of his hammer. 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 law. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His boldness twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His flavour was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The free girl nodded.

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

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the dick of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her recollective, house sucking by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's member, making him groan as he cradled her straits. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her oral cavity tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her olfactory organ burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every column inch of his peter inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his tool straining between her mouth, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping strait 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 disruptive man to whom she gave this one endowment 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 Thomas More came spurting out onto her forehead, lips, and mentum as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his insensibility in one paw as he continued to paint her svelte strobile with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful Cy Young brunette whose amphetamine body and expression glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one last glance at her forgive eyes, sensing some sort of strange gratification there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if headmaster Kray might say a Holy Scripture or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his bloomers, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge step back. He seemed to be having some home debate before he spoke.

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison or not, I'll give myself a the right way capitulum starting line and a chance for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled boldness broke out in a rarefied grinning."At least this clip if I go to prison it will be to take duty for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a jolly chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the infantry of the two chairperson so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fleeting mo. He leaned over to fondle Kylee's fundament lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked purulent one final sentence.

"I guess I'll look at my revenge complete now. so long, Kylee Edmund Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The succeeding evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's business firm the following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another offspring. Someone had anonymously tipped off the constabulary on the couple's captivity after twelve agonizing minute. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the young man and girlfriend horde menage in secretiveness. The urban center had a haunted flavour to it, shrouded in Moon, 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 out his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing weewee, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her mind was a jumble of accusation, recriminations, but she tore them to rip up 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 terrible office of all this. She closed her hazel-brown eyes and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chair, her hand bound behind her binding while Master Kray watched them fuck.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed psyche turned to something more unsafe, 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 feel this way. She should feel traumatized, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what society taught that all victim should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silklike skin, cleansing her body and second joint, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. Some dupe of intimate domination might very well sense traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different sort of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought annoyance. She had never felt more alive. The closeness, that forbidden dynamic of submissive prisoner and prevalent capturer, that had made her line of descent pound frantically through her vena, and not mainly out of fear. excitation, delirium.

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

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the cause making her knocker jiggle in a trouble way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the blowup, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glow aura on her fellow's face. He had been quiet and lost during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and primary as a strength of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked organic structure covering hers as his hired hand pinned her wrists to either position. His arduous hammer grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for in effect measure, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a loss for Word of God, so she reached for the lone thing that seemed to provide any hope for salvation. childlike 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 tactile sensation to pleasure even in the most hard situations ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or faulty, 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 case close to hers, their mouth only an inch or two apart. That was when his behavior suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her impudently lap sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular body covered her slender nakedness like the perfect tense mantle, and he began pumping inside her even as his backtalk found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his clapper in her mouth, her chest feeling flicker of push as their consistency re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into fiddling pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his coxa forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato music with her lilting groan threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your aphrodisiac mouth, your mouth-watering mammilla, your double-dyed smile - ALL of those go to me. If I have to roll in the hay 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 cock it made me so angry ! The truth is that I was just as furious at myself, though, at what else the vision of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's parole trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their eubstance, his testicles slapping against her thigh as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, child. screw me…just like that. order me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me blow Kray's hammer,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's center, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A young woman could hope.

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

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

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those unacceptable 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 mouth ?"she teased, giving her swain a impish wink.

Marcus rolled his middle."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her side for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his beam of light plunged into her cunt for another delicious thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force out, her consistence melting in his munition as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might aid wipe out the tormenting, poisonous nightshade memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her aphrodisiac ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his cock inside her moist heating system as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her hands behind his skull as she groaned, her snatch gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasms firing in wild flare-up, her slender frame wracked by knotty pleasure as the coming left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his member lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

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

‘ right hand back at you,'she thought. Kylee's back talk formed the wraith of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was volition to acknowledge that sex and guilt feelings didn't have to live in the Sami universe.



THE END.

Author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the account. I've met people who have a interchangeable mentality to Kylee, so part of the reason I wrote this story was to try to articulate that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some judge. Anyway, to all my form lecturer, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty