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Kylee

By: MalePatternBoldness



They don’t let you teach Nabokov to high school students and there’s probably a pretty good reason for it. High school boys aren’t known as overly sensitive creatures, making the girls so starved for romantic attention that they regularly misdirect their fantasies toward any male over the age of 21 who seems both accessible and familiar. They don’t need the encouragement of a neo-classic writer. Sometimes a tweed sport coat and a pair of reading glasses are all the sophistication they require.

I’m nobody’s Svengali, but in the ten years I’ve been teaching at Joseph Heller High, I’ve had my share of dreamy-eyed students – unfortunately of both genders – and I never let it arouse anything more than my amusement. 

Until Kylee.

Kylee was one of my more outstanding students…in more ways than one. Straight As, accepted equally by the geeks, freaks, pops and jocks, Kylee seemed destined to succeed in anything she put her mind to, as long as she could slip into the mindset of someone else. I’d seen her clean the floor with her opposition in the debate finals, then turn shy when I tried to compliment her on it afterward.

“Thank you Mr. Hanson,” she managed, looking at the third button of my shirt, her cheeks as crimson as a Louisiana crawfish. She seemed so uncomfortable that I didn’t say anything else, though I found myself wanting to touch her and tell her it was ok. 

Kylee always seemed to be uncomfortable in her body. At 18, when all the boys her age were lusting after anorexic waifs, Kylee had filled out to a Modigliani dream of soft, unblemished alabaster curves. Her small rimmed glasses framed a pair of bright, gleaming eyes that I used to look into as I was lecturing on Steinbeck and Hemingway and other authors that no one in class gave a rat’s ass about and I’d find myself lost, the train of my thought lumbering on at breakneck speed until it had derailed in a smoking cacophony of lust and debauchery. Unlike so many of the girls who batted their eyes at me from the front row, Kylee had something going on in there. You could tell a person lived and breathed and thought in there. 

And that’s what made her so dangerous to me.

I found myself hating to see the school year draw to a close. As a senior, Kylee would be graduating and the odds were I’d never see her again except in my fantasies.

These were the morose thoughts running through my mind on the day we posted the final grades. All seniors’ grades had to be in early so the administration would know if each would be able to graduate with his or her class. For the seniors, the year was officially over.

Kylee surprised me by waiting by my car as I left the school campus. Her cheeks flushed when she saw me.

“Mr. Hanson.”

“Kylee.”

She was looking at my shoes, then stole a look at my eyes only to drop her gaze once again to my feet.

“Are you ok with your grade?” I asked. Her large breasts were rising and falling with her breathing and I knew that if this kept up my slacks would begin to show signs of arousal similar to those that were pressing through Kylee’s bra and straining against her blouse.

“The grade? Yes. The grade. Was fine. It was fine.”

“I got the impression that your heart wasn’t in the final.”

She smiled. “I gambled,” she said. “I knew my chemistry final would kill me if I didn’t study, so I maxxed out my studying on that.”

“Well, an A minus in English Lit won’t keep you out of any Ivy League schools,” I told her. “And if it does, have them call me. I’ll set them straight.”

She giggled. It was something I’d never heard Kylee do and the sound was like an alarm to my libido. Then her face got serious again.

“Mr. H.,” she started again, as if she had rehearsed something to say, but the words were failing her now. She took a deep breath and reached into the notebook she carried under one arm, producing a small, invitation-sized envelope. She held the envelope out to me. It trembled slightly.

“For me?” I asked.

She nodded as I took it from her hand.

“I’m having a little party, you know, for graduation.” She was looking at my third button again. “I’d really like to see you come.”

Her eyes opened in horror and she looked directly into my face. I could almost feel the heat from her scarlet cheeks.

“I mean, I’d really like for you to…to be there.”

“Are you sure your friends won’t feel a little inhibited with an old man there?”

She shrugged and I watched her breasts bounce a little in the movement. “Fuck ‘em,” she said.

Now it was my turn to blush in open-eyed amazement. Kylee looked up just as a smile spread across my face. She laughed with me and for a brief moment I saw the confident woman move to the forefront. She cast a quick glance behind her and across the campus and when she turned back to me a long strand of honey brown hair fell across one eye. I swear to God, it took my breath away.

“Will you?” she almost whispered.

I realized my mouth was dry. “Will…I…?”

“Come,” she said, holding onto the last consonant and making it sound like a hum. Her free hand came up to pull the loose hair back behind her ear.

“I think I just did,” I said and immediately regretted it. The smile went away from her face and she looked at the ground again.

“I’m sorry,” I started, “That was really a tasteless joke and I…”

She silenced me by placing two fingers against my lips.

“No,” she said. “Let me believe I really did.” 

She looked down again, but this time it wasn’t my feet she was looking at.

“Oh God,” she said, “I really have to go now.”

She walked away quickly, but looked over her shoulder twice to smile back at me. 

I put the invitation in my pocket, got in my car and started it up.

I tried to pretend it was just another night. I grilled a New York strip for dinner and had it with a tossed salad and a nice Merlot. It was one of those moderately priced bottles that I was really saving for a special occasion, but I decided “what the hell.” I needed something to take my mind off the afternoon and the way Kylee’s breasts looked, rising and falling with every breath she took. Her invitation sat taunting me on my dinner table. Her voice in my head.

“I’d really like to see you come.”

I finished off my glass of wine, tilting my head back and taking it like a shot. 

I let the water run in the shower until it was tepid. All those stories you’ve heard about cold showers – don’t believe them. All they do is make you realize that men have nipples too. I was soaked, shivering and horny when I wrapped the towel around me and went back to the kitchen for more wine.

Kylee’s invitation was waving to me from the table. I walked over and picked it up. Her penmanship was impeccable. To RSVP, she’d left her email address. It was a service that also had an instant messaging feature. I decided to gamble.

I pulled on a pair of boxers and sat down at the computer, opening my instant messenger and adding her email name to the list. Sure enough, she was not only registered, but she was online.

“Hello,” I typed to her, trying to figure out why my heart was beating like an 18-year-old again.

There was a long pause, then a musical sound accompanying her response. “Who is this?” she typed.

Shit! My screen name gave no clue as to who I was. I was lucky she had responded at all. “It’s Mitch,” I typed.

Again a long pause. “I don’t know any Mitch.” She typed back.

Another fuckup. She only knew me as Mr. Hanson. “Mitch Hanson,” I typed. “Your favorite teacher.”

There was another long pause. Longer this time. I was afraid I’d broached some forbidden barrier. “Kylee?” I typed.

Her response threw me. “OMFG,” she typed. 

“I’m sorry. Was this a bad idea?”

“NO!” came the swift response. Then on its heels, “OMFG.”

Now it was my turn to be at a loss for words. I knew what OMFG meant, but I wasn’t sure how she felt when she was using it. Her next response cleared that up.

“This is so fuckin cool,” she typed. Then, quickly, “Oops. Sorry.”

“It’s ok,” I typed back. “Though as your English teach I feel obligated to point out that you need either a G or an apostrophe at the end of ‘fuckin.’”

“LOL,” she typed. “Thank you, sir.”

“Not at all,” I typed. “It’s my job.”

“Not anymore. I’ve outgrown you.”

“Think so? Then you don’t want me at your party?”

“OMFG! Are you RSVPing? Is that even a word?” she typed.

“We’ll let it go for now,” I took a big sip of wine. “About that party…”

“If you’re doing this to tell me you’re not coming I’ll close this window right now.”

“Kylee, do you really think your friends and family will be able to have a good time with an old man there?”

“YOU’RE NOT OLD!” she typed.

“I just think they might be a little uncomfortable is all.”

There was a long pause. “Kylee?” I typed.

“I’m the one you should worry about being uncomfortable.”

“I am. I don’t want you uncomfortable at your own party.”

“Not what I meant,” she typed. “But do what you want.”

I sensed the change in tone. “If I did what I wanted they’d lock me up,” I typed.

“Why?” she asked.

I took a deep breath. I blame what happened next on the wine.

“There are laws against old men and young women.”

“YOU’RE NOT OLD!” I really did laugh out loud at that. “Besides,” she continued, “I’m 18, a high school graduate, a licensed driver and registered voter.”

“I stand corrected.”

“So you’re coming to the party?”

Coming to the party still didn’t seem like a good idea to me. Graduation night was a night of memories and I didn’t want anyone in the family having bad memories because of me. “Look, let’s do this. I’ll take a room at the hotel where you’re having the party. If it ends early, if it gets out of hand, or even if you just get bored, come get me and I’ll take you to dinner.”

There was a long pause and I hoped she was just thinking and not pissed off. “You’d really take me to dinner?” she finally wrote.

“I would love to take you to dinner.”

“Wow,” she typed. “I’d like that better than the party.”

I laughed out loud again. I couldn’t remember when I enjoyed a conversation more. And we were only conversing with our fingertips.

She must have been thinking the same thing. “This is so cool,” she typed. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here in my PJs talking to you.”

I felt my cock lurch in my boxers. I couldn’t believe it either. I wanted desperately to ask what kind of PJs, but I felt that would be something a pervert would do.

“Are you wearing that brown sport coat?” she typed.

Why, Miss Baron. Are you asking me what I’m wearing?”

There was a long pause.

“Ok, I am soooo crimson right now.”

A sweet confession that only made my cock grow harder. “It’s ok,” I told her. “No, I don’t always wear that sport coat, you know.”

“It was just how I was picturing you.”

“Well, you’ve made it” – I originally typed the word hard, then went back and changed it – “difficult to concentrate knowing you’re in your PJs.”

“Sorry. Nothing spectacular. A tank top and men’s boxers.”

“We match,” I typed. “Except I left off the tank top.”

“OMFG”

“Am I being a dirty old man?”

“If you are, I approve,” she typed. “OMFG!”

I poured some more wine in my glass. “What color?” I asked.

“Powder blue,” she answered. “Red plaid boxers. Not exactly into color coordination.”

I laughed.

“You?” she typed.

“Black. Silk.”

A pause. 

“Shit it’s getting hot in here,” she typed.

“Did you always have this much of a potty mouth or is it just graduation doing this to you?”

“LOL. Why? Are you going to spank me, sir?”

“Turn you right over my lap, missy.”

“Mmmmmmmm. God damn, Mr. Hanson.”

“Mitch,” I told her.

“Ok, but there’s something erotic about calling you Mr. Hanson.”

“Mr. Hanson it is then.”

“LOL.”

We sat in silence for a few moments, my hand absentmindedly stroking my cock that had grown out of its confines and was snaking down my inside thigh. I wondered if Kylee was doing anything with her hand. I wondered how to tactfully ask her.

“What are you doing?” she finally typed.

“I believe in being totally honest with you,” I typed. “That being said, I honestly can’t tell you.”

“OMFG.” She paused only a second before typing: “Are you?”

I wanted her to put it into works. “Am I…what?”

“Hard,” she typed.

“Yes,” I typed. “Painfully.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

Silence again.

“Are you wet?” I finally typed, figuring we were beyond turning back.

“God yes. Soaked.”

“And your hand?”

“Rubbing,” she wrote. “So fucking good.”

“Nipples poking through that tank top?”

“Yesssss…”

“Rub your clit for me, Kylee. Slow circles. Spread the moisture around the clit.”

I pictured her, hand under one leg of her boxers, finger lightly teasing her clit, breasts rising and falling, nipples erect. I took my cock in hand and gave it several good pumps. It felt good. Too good.

“How do you taste, sweetheart?” I typed, wondering if she would humor me. She might be too young to appreciate the question.

“Mmmmmmmmm. So good,” she typed. “You’d like it.”

“I’d love it. Circling my tongue around your clit. Tasting your juice. Pressing my tongue inside you for more.”

“God, Mr. H., I want you to eat me.”

“I am, Kylee. Feel me?”

“Yesssss…”

“Place your hand flat against your mound and press your middle finger inside your pussy.”

“Yesss…”

“Now don’t move your hand. Hold it against your pussy and move your hips. Fuck your hand with your hips.”

There was a long pause that I took advantage of to slide my hand up and down my shaft. There was so much precum I didn’t need lubrication. I pumped until my shaft was shiny and slick. The head was bigger than it had been in years and stretched to bursting.

Kylee typed with her free hand. “Ohhh fuk that’s so good, sir. I’m gonna cumm.”

“Yesss baby,” I typed to her. “Forget about typing to me. Fuck your hand. Use your other hand and stroke those beautiful breasts.”

I could feel her orgasm starting, building, growing in warmth and intensity until it enveloped her causing her to cry out in release. It was several minutes before she typed a message to me.

“OMFG. It was so intense.”

“Did you cum for me baby?”

“God yes. I’m still shaking.” A pause, then: “Did you? Cum, I mean?”

“I’m still stroking.”

“Oh god. Really? Oh fuk I’d give anything to see that.”

I thought momentarily about turning my cam on, but this already smacked of some kind of kinky, depraved act. Besides, she might not want that. Instead, I fisted my cock harder and imagined Kylee’s sticky fingers on her keyboard.

“Are you there?” she typed.

“Yes. Sorry. Lost in the moment.”

“I want to make you cum, sir. Tell me what to do.”

“What do you usually do to make a guy cum, Kylee?”

“I never have, Mr. Hanson. I’m sorry. I’ve never even seen a cock.”

Oh shit! All this sex play and it never occurred to me she might be a virgin. Guilt started going to work on my cock and I felt my erection sliding away.

“Are you disappointed? I’m sorry.”

“I’m not disappointed at all,” I wrote. “I’m just sorry. I feel like I made you do something you didn’t want to.”

“NO! OMFG. I have wanted this…YOU…for a long time. This was perfect. It was beautiful. So good. Don’t be sorry. Please.”

My hand was still pumping my wilting erection. I was unsure what to say. Kylee helped me out.

“What I’d really like is to feel your cock in my mouth.”

I was dumbfounded. “Really?” was all I could think of to type.

“I’ve never tasted cum but I just know I’d love it. I want to suck your dick, Mr. Hanson.”

My cock was almost instantly erect. “God Kylee,” I typed.

“Fuck my mouth, sir. Mmmmm you taste so good. I want to rub you on my titties, then suck you down all the way until your hot cum fills my mouth.”

It was too much. I erupted from deep inside sending hot molten cum spraying a good six inches from the tip of my cock. It splashed back, hitting the desktop and spilling down over my hand like white lava. There was so much cum that it pooled in my pubic hair and ran down onto my leather chair then in a flowing semen-fall dropped to the floor. I shot at least three clips and managed to pump my cock to a second orgasm before it got too sensitive and I had to stop.

When I looked at the screen, Kylee had typed “Sir?” three times.

“I’m ok, Kylee,” I answered, this time it was my sticky fingers on the keyboard. “I was cumming.”

“OMFG!” she typed. 

“Are you ok with what just happened?” I asked her.

“OK? Are you out of your mind? I masturbate at least three times a day and I have NEVER cum like that,” she told me. “Are you ok?”

“I feel great. I just wish I could hold you now.”

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

“Sorry, “ I typed. “Not my intent.”

“It’s ok,” she typed. Then after a pause: “Did you really cum?”

“I’m a mess, thanks to you.”

“OMFG.”

On the night of the big party, I checked into the hotel early and left a message on Kylee’s voice mail telling her what room I’d be in. I also told her to be thinking about where she’d want to have dinner. I thought about wandering by the meeting room downstairs where she was having her party, but I thought that might make her nervous. I didn’t want her to be any more nervous than I already was. Jesus Christ, I almost twice her age. Definitely old enough to know better. What was I thinking? Was I thinking? Or was my little Billy Clinton thinking for me?

I took a long hot shower, shaved and put on some casual slacks and a black t-shirt. If Kylee showed up, I’d be able to throw on a sport coat and not look too much like her father, older brother or horny school teacher.

Jesus Christ, what was I doing?

I poured myself one of the little airplane drinks from the mini-bar and called down to the desk. The attendant answered with the name of the hotel and a cheery, “May I help you?”

“Yeah,” I said. “This is Hanson in room 417. Can you turn on one of those in-room movies where the only plot is for the characters to make the beast with two backs as many times as possible?”

“The beast with two back?” he repeated.

“Sometimes three. I even seen them where you had to have advanced geometry to figure out how many sides there were.” The drink seemed to be making me friendly. Or an asshole. Depends what side of the conversation you were on I guess.

“I’m afraid I don’t quite follow you, sir.”

“Adult,” I said. “Hard core. Porno.”

“Ohhhhhh,” I could almost hear him blushing. “Certainly sir. Which one would you like?”

“Surprise me, “ I said.

The desk clerk had good taste. I was watching an impossibly developed blonde devour and impossibly endowed German man when I heard a light knock on the door. My blood pressure was already up from the circumstances and the movie, but I could feel my pulse in my forehead and I knew I looked like those aliens in an early episode of Star Trek who thought things and their foreheads wiggled.

When I opened the door, my forehead wasn’t the only thing that wiggled.

Kylee looked directly at my crotch, my cock stiffened from the movie and said, “Starting without me?”

I stood in the doorway dumbstruck. This was not the 18-year-old girl from my class. Her hair was softly curled, framing her beautiful face that had just the right amount of makeup to make her look radiant. The glasses had been left behind – contacts perhaps. She wore a long, flowing black dress that dipped from her shoulders to reveal a beautiful, womanly cleavage. She smelled powdery. It was a clean, feminine fragrance – very light.

“Oh,” was all I could manage.

Kylee giggled. “Oh? That’s all? Just…oh?”

I shook my head. “Oh. Em. Eff. Gee.”

Kylee blushed, but laughed at my reference to our online encounter. I was glad it wasn’t making her uncomfortable.

“Ummmm. Mr. H. Can I come in?”

I pulled the door open wide, suddenly remembering where I was. “Yeah. Sure. I’m sorry.”


Kylee Nash Goes Black



Kylee Nash strutted confidently across the floor of the strip club. She had been having a great night dancing for a lot of men, making tons of cash and having a lot of fun. The club was packed and every guy there had his eyes on her. The blonde sex goddess was wearing a tiny purple club dress from one of her photo shoots that just hung loosely off her huge fake boobs, showing off tons of cleavage as well as her legs up to almost her pussy. Under the dress she had on no bra and just a tiny purple thong. She had on a lot of bracelets and bangles, and work a gold heart necklace that dangled enticingly right between her breasts. She also had on big gold ghetto hoop earrings and was wearing super high platform heels. With every step her big tits bounced and every guy she passed stared at her openly, practically drooling.

She had just gotten out of the VIP room with a wealthy lawyer who was a huge fan of her movies. Despite her best attempts to not get him too worked up, he cummed in his pants after just a few songs of her grinding him and putting her boobs in his face. He gave her a huge tip though, so she was still very happy. Looking around the club, she sized up the customers looking for the next big spender to approach. As she walked through the crowd, she noticed a table filled with young, muscular black guys in basketball jerseys motioning her over.

"Hey boys, I'm Kylee. How's it going tonight?" she asked them, smiling and putting her hands on the shoulders of two of them. There were some whistles and exclamations of "Damn!" as they stared at her hot body. Black men loved her and she always sold a lot of dances to them. She wasn't racist or anything but sometimes she was a little reluctant to approach them even though she made a lot of money off them. Sometimes they got too pushy. She really pushed the limits in her dances but they always wanted more and she didn't date black guys and hated to dance for them for that reason.

"We're in here celebrating winning our big game" the leader of them said. "We're on the ball team at the local university, and we just won the championship!" The group of guys cheered.

"Well congrats, boys! That's wonderful! So would you like me to be your personal cheerleader tonight?"

"Only if you'll do the nasty shit that other cheerleaders won't!" one of them called out which caused them all to laugh. They looked like they had a lot to spend but once again it looked like they might be tough to deal with. Still though, she was on a roll tonight so she totally went for it anyways.

Kylee came over behind him where he was sitting and rubbed her hands down his chest, causing her big tits to wrap around his head from behind. "Honey, you know I can be as nasty as you need..." she sexily said as she caressed his muscular chest. The guys hooted and hollered with approval. "So who is the star player that needs his reward?" she exclaimed.

Everyone began to murmur and point at the biggest guy there. He was a huge black guy with a shaved head and looked to be very young, only maybe 19 or 20. Instead of being more skinny and tall like a lot of them, he was built more like a football player or a bodybuilder than a basketball player. He was very tall, but also had huge muscles. Kylee was really surprised because she thought he was really good looking even though she wasn't into black guys and was way younger than her.

She sat down in his lap and put her arms around him, pushing her big tits against his chest. He put an arm around her waist and held her firmly in place.

"Hey girl, my name is Dante, but you can call me Big D" he said with a cocky smile.

"Big D huh? I hope that stands for more than just your name, Dante" Kylee said back with some flirtatious sarcasm. The group of guys laughed.

"Hell yeah baby, you know it. How bout we go back into VIP and I show you how I got my nickname? It ain't because of how tall and muscular I am."

Kylee laughed. "Okay honey, let's go! You boys don't wait up for us, sounds like I might have to keep Big D back there for awhile!" 

The guys cheered as she got up and took Big D by the hand, leading him toward the VIP. As they walked away, one of the others shouted to her, "I hope you know what you got yourself into!" and the group started laughing even harder.

Kylee led Big D back into the plush VIP room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him checking a huge wad of bills in his pocket, and knew she was in for a very profitable time. As they approached the bouncer she tipped him $50 and whispered to him to make sure not to pay too much attention to them. He nodded and led them back to the most private of the private dance areas. All of the VIP lounge had walls between the cushioned couches, and the bouncer led her back to the one that was around a small corner and totally out of the way. Unless you actually walked into the booth area you couldn't see what was going on, and she made sure to tip the bouncer whenever she had a customer she thought would pay big for a little extra attention.

Kylee never went too far, but she would let guys really bury their faces and squeeze, grope, and fondle her big tits while she stroked them through their pants. She had made a lot of money making many wealthy men cum in their pants without ever having to actually take a dick out in VIP, and had a large number of regular customers that came by all the time to get off with a little help from her.

Big D was wearing basketball shorts though, and she usually was a little more hands off through the very thin fabric. Still, with his large muscles and fit body he was a lot better looking than most of the pudgy businessmen she had to pretend to be into all night long. She was very surprised how attracted she was to the decade younger black man. Maybe she would have a little bit of fun and go all out with him anyway, despite the thin shorts, she thought to herself...

He sat down on the couch and she smiled and began to run her hands up and down his body as she danced in front of him. He happily leaned back and indulged in the feeling of her manicured nails scratching over his large muscles, over his nipples, down his stomach. The jersey he wore twisted as she caressed him, letting her fingertips sometimes rub over his bare skin. He let out a deep murmur of appreciation as she continued to feel his body.

Kylee couldn't believe how ripped this guy was and how hard his muscles were. It was like someone had carved a statue out of pure black onyx. She continued to work her hands down his body, leaning in close to his face and letting her hair fall forward and tickle his face, only an inch or two between their lips. She gave him a seductive smile and began to work her way down his body, rubbing and massaging him as she slowly fell to her knees before him. Rubbing her face down his chest and taut stomach, she start to give him a few small kisses, nibbles, and licks as she breathed in his manly smell.

As her hands worked their way down his thighs, gliding over the silky material of his shorts, she got more daring and began to move them inward across his thighs. She began to push them apart to get better situated in between them when she suddenly became confused by something in his shorts near his knee. Pushing against it again, Kylee realized with absolute shock that it was the head of his cock.

Big D looked down at her with a big grin. "I told ya they call me Big D for a reason, girl. You like it?"

Kylee was stunned. She had always been a size queen, only sleeping with well hung guys, but this was unreal. It had to have been dangling down almost a ten inches from his crotch, and was thicker around as the biggest dicks she had ever enjoyed despite it not even being hard yet. Fascinated, she stared openly at the outline of it. Even in the dim club lighting she could make out the form of his huge cock, the prominent head bulging out making an obvious outline.

"Oh my god, I had no idea... I mean, holy shit... It's just so fucking big!"

"It ain't even hard yet! You curious? Why don't you give it a little stroke? Get that shit nice and hard and see how big it gets?"

Kylee bit her lip and looked back and forth between his face and that fat fuck log running down his leg. She was enthralled by it and wanted to badly to see how big it could get but she was a little worried too. She pushed the limits in her sexy, heavy contact dances, but never crossed a line. Faced with the most enormous cock she had ever seen she wasn't so sure she could keep herself under control. Still, though, it looked so amazing. Kylee told herself that she wouldn't go too far, she'd just do a normal very high contact dance for him and get him hard so she could check it out and that'd be it. She managed out a breathy, uncertain "Okay, but I won't go too far." Before she even finished the sentence though, she started to trace the tips of her fingers up and down the length of D's huge cock.

Big D started to really get into it now and kept letting out low moans. Kylee just teased at first, just barely touching, but could see it begin to swell and grow. She stroked her fingers up and down and felt it twitch a few times as it grew, the length and girth seeming more and more unreal with every passing second. She was almost hypnotized by the growing python in his shorts, and before she knew it she had began to really grab at it and stroke his cock with her hand instead of just lightly touching it with her fingers. It felt alive between her fingers, and it twitched and throbbed and seemed to have a life of its own. Kylee felt like she might never be able to drag herself away from stroking him, but D broke her fascination by grabbing her in his muscular hands and pull her back up to her feet.

"Come on baby, grind my dick a little now. I want those big ass titties in my face and your pussy rubbing all over my cock." He pulled her forward and slipped a hand into her purple dress, squeezing one of her big fake tits. She let out a surprised little moan of pleasure as his huge hands roughly massaged her boob and his thumb and finger between to tweak her nipple. Her nipples were super hard and his twisting them between his fingers caused waves of pleasure to explode down Kylee's body. She had never been so turned on by a customer playing with her tits before. 

Grabbing his dick through his shorts, she began to reposition it in his pants so that it sat straight up in his lap, tenting up toward his stomach rather than running down a leg. As she tried to wrap her sexy hand around it, she realized it was so huge that she couldn't make her fingers touch. She gave it a few tugs as she moved it, hesitating once it was in the fully upright position to give an extra three or four strokes, jacking him off through his shorts. She turned around now, and his hands wrapped around her body from behind, still slipping into her purple dress and cupping her tits with both hands now. Kylee lowered her ass onto the enormous bulge of his erect cock and began to rub up and down on him as he massaged her tits and twisted and tugged on her nipples.

Big D started to groan more loudly now, and began thrusting up to meet her gyrations. His massive dick slipped up and down between her ass cheeks as the gorgeous big tit stripper and actress passionately humped him back.

"What has gotten into me!?" Kylee wondered to herself, shocked at how aroused she was by the young hung and muscular black thug. "I almost never get so turned during dances, but I'm dripping wet. He's just so fucking hung, I can't even think straight I'm so turned on by his cock..."

Switching positions again after a few more minutes, Kylee stripped off the dress, leaving her only in her thong and platforms. She straddled him face to face now. Continuing to grind hard on him, she now began to moan a little in pleasure herself as she rubbed her pussy all over the gigantic bulge in his shorts. Big D kept squeezing and cupping her breasts, but now he leaned in and buried his face in them. After a few more minutes, he latched his mouth onto one of her nipples and began to suck and nibble on it.

As soon as his mouth started to explore her nipple, she got even more turned on than before. His playing with her tits was driving her just wild now, especially with the way he sucked on them as she grinded her sensitive pussy on him.

"Oh god, this feels amazing. You're just so fucking big! It's unreal!"

"Mmm. You love that black dick, dontcha girl? Love a fat nigga dick rubbing up on yo' creamy little pusy?"

Kylee leaned in and began to kiss his neck and giggled into his ear. "I honestly never go this far, but then again I've never seen a guy with equipment like yours. I think you're definitely the biggest customer I've ever had. It's really hot! Listen, I can't fuck you. I won't go that far. But believe me you're going to get the best lap dance of your fucking life!" She struggled for the breath to make the words coming from her mouth as she continued to grind, finding it hard to concentrate. His cock was unbelievably hard and she could feel it twitching and throbbing against her clit as she grinded harder and harder on him.

Big D laughed. "What can I say, girl? You're built for nigga dick. My huge dick matches your huge tits, and every big fake tittied blonde white girl that's ever seen it just goes wild for that shit." With that he grabbed her ass and shoved her against his dick extremely hard as he thrusted up. His rock hard shaft rubbed directly against her clit, separated only by the tiniest bit of silken material. Kylee's pleasure suddenly began to overwhelm her, and she bucked in his lap, caught totally by the surprise by the huge orgasm she suddenly experienced as a result of their grinding. He bit her nipple between his teeth and tugged on it as she came all over him and he kept thrusting hard up against her.

Collapsing forward onto him, she started laughing while panting, catching her breath. "Holy shit! Did that seriously just fucking happen? No guy has ever made cum before in the club, and you did it through my panties. I am just so turned on by your huge dick, it's unreal!"

Big D just laughed. "Well how bout you return the favor, huh? Get back down on your knees and start working it..." He pushed her downwards and fell back to her knees, her face in his crotch. His massive cock made a foot tall tent of his basketball shorts, and she started to rub her boobs all over it, titfucking him through his shorts. He roughly tugged on and stroked her nipples as she squeezed her big breast implants around his dick, jerking him off with her tits. He started thrusting up to meet her strokes with more and more excitement, until the head of his cock began bumping her right in the chin. She could feel the basketball shorts were wet from precum from his cock as she kept stroking him off with her boobs.

Totally turned on by the huge dick right in her face, Kylee leaned her head down and started to kiss the head of his cock through his shorts. She started working it with her mouth, sucking on it through the silky fabric. In a lustful daze, she started snaking one of her hands up his short leg holes. She just had to feel that monster cock in her hands to believe it was real. Her hand explored up inside his shorts, running her long nails up his muscular thighs, until she reached his plump balls. They felt huge too, like a couple of heavy plums, and she started to massage his sack causing him to moan even more. He was thrusting up now, and his massive cock head could barely fit in her mouth but he was forcing it in anyway. She was basically giving him a blowjob now except through his shorts, as she sucked on the head of his huge dick.

Her hand finally left his balls and started to explore upwards. She discovered the base of his incredibly thick shaft, which was so hard it almost felt like it was muscular like the rest of his body. She couldn't even close her fingers around it, but tried her best to. His entire cock was slippery now, between his own precum and her saliva wetting his shorts and running down his dick. She started to use the lubrication to work her fist up it, stroking it up and down as she continued to suck the head.

"Come on girl, stop teasing me... Just take it out and fucking suck it already!"

Kylee stopped for a second or two, confused, almost just realizing now what she had been doing. She had never meant to go this far, but felt almost dreamlike. "I've already gone so far with him... Fuck it. Why stop now? I want this." Resolving to give in to her desire, Kylee relented to Big D's commands. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, finally freeing his monster cock. It stood straight up, an uncircumsized big black cock, massive and throbbing and oozing precum. The enormous head poked out from the tight foreskin, and Kylee looked at it in complete awe and lust.

"How... How big is it?" she asked in wonder.

"Exactly a foot long, and about seven inches around!" he said smugly.

Kylee wrapped both hands around it and started to tug on it, watching it sway and pulse as she stroked him off. As she stroked, the foreskin retreated down, revealing more of the engorged head. She could see a little cum ooze out of the slit every time she felt it throb in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she took the plunge and leaned forward, putting the massive cock in her mouth.

It tasted so good, so manly. It filled up her mouth to capacity, stretching her plump collagen filled lips to fit around the enormous cock. She started to suck and slurp, moving her head up and down as she stroked him with both hands at the same time. He groaned and put a hand on the back of her head, forcing her down further. Relaxing her neck muscles, she suppressed her gag reflex and let the huge dick start working its way down her throat as she held her breath. Her eyes watered and she started to feel light headed from the lack of air as he began to moan more loudly, and started shoving more of his cock in. She was glad the music was so loud and she had paid off the bouncer for a good private spot or someone would have heard him for sure. Finally she gagged and gasped and let it slide out so she could catch her breath, and he let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Holy shit, you really know how to suck a nigga's dick!"

Kylee looked up at him and laughed, her makeup running a little from her watery eyes. "I've had a lot of practice, but I've never had a challenge quite like this before!"

"Well don't stop now girl!" he said with a laugh, and she put the big fat cock back in her mouth, happily suck and slurping away at it. This dick was the reason she got her lips injected with collagen, to be the perfect cock sucker for a massive piece of meat like this. She continued to alternate between deep throating him and sucking the head as she stroked with her hands, until he began to groan with pleasure and she felt his cock starting to spasming. Forcing it back deep down, she felt it suddenly explode as it jerked, blowing a huge load of cum down into her throat. It felt like it would never stop as it pumped out spurt after spurt of jizz, and she happily swallowed the whole load as Dante gasped in pleasure, his eyes rolling in his head as he shuddered in ecstasy from her expert head.

With a gasp she withdrew and after catching her breath hopped into his lap, his huge dick sagging and coated in her saliva and his cum. Sitting in his lap, the gorgeous stripper kissed him deeply as he continued to squeeze her big fake tits. She wrapped one hand as best she could around the incredibly thick cock, her fingers not meeting, and happily stroked him. The next thing she knew he was pulling aside her panties with his rough fingers, and he whispered in her ear "Let me return the favor."

Kylee felt his thick, strong fingers start to push their way into her pussy. She was utterly drenched already so they met no resistance, and she just began to kiss him more passionately as he started to finger her, teasing her clit and finger fucking with one hand while he twisted her hard nipple with the other. Meanwhile she stroked his dick, and was amazed that it started to immediately get hard again. She gyrated her hips, pushing against his fingers, feeling her pussy pulse as he rubbed her g-spot. She felt amazing as his extremely strong fingers worked her pussy, but before she could cum he stopped.




Kylee Nash Goes Black



"Baby, you got me all hard again." Kylee noticed his thick black cock was rock hard in her hand again as she jerked him, lubed with her spit from the blowjob and his cum. "Let me put it in your pussy, baby. Come on..." He kept teasing her with his fingers as he told her this, slowing down just enough to keep her on the edge, out of control.

Kylee bit her thick, pouty, collagen plumped lip as she struggled with the decision. The athletic fuck goddess loved screwing the biggest and thickest cocks she could find, and despite having fucked dozens and dozens of extremely hung male strippers from clubs she worked in and male costars from porno sets, she had never come across one like this before. She just had to have it.

"Fine, but only if you wear a condom, okay?"

Big D laughed. "Sure baby, I'll wear a rubber, but this time it's my turn to make a deal. I'll wear one if you can find one that will fit on my dick, deal?"

Kylee smiled. "No problem. I only carry the best, you know!" The eager size queen confidently reached into her purse and pulled out a Magnum XL, the biggest condom on the market. Looking the way she did she always got her pick of the most well-endowed lovers, so she only carried the extra large condoms to be able to fulfill her needs.

Dante just chuckled. "Okay, we'll try it, but otherwise I fuck you bareback, deal?"

Kylee smugly ripped open the condom wrapper and began to unroll it onto his enormous cock. It was still all slippery from their fluids, and she managed to get it over the head. It was stretched to the limit, but just barely managing to hold on. She victoriously began to unroll it down, still stroking him as she went. It only went about two thirds of the way down his cock, leaving four inches of bare dick at the base exposed. Still, she thought that would be fine.

"Told ya I'd have the perfect fit for you!"

Dante laughed. "Perfect fit, huh? Watch this." He tensed up his dick, causing it to jerk and throb and expand.The sudden increase in size, however slight, was enough that the condom rolled back up, retreating from the pressure, until it popped off the top with a snap. Kylee just stared, open mouthed. "They ain't made a condom yet that can hold me! Now get that white pussy over here, time for you to find out how much you love nigga dick."

Kylee started to mutter slight protests, but before she could really overcome her shock he scooped her up and positioned her sopping wet pussy right over his fat cock. She knew she shouldn't fuck some random black guy without any protection, but before she could say anything he grabbed her by the hips and thrust down. She felt the massive head pushing against her, and because her cunt was so wet it started to part her lips with no resistance. Way bigger than even the biggest dildo she had ever used, he thrust into her with a very rough, hard push, managing to get the head inside of her. She never felt so full before in her life, and moaned out very loudly. She saw the bouncer look around the corner and get an eyeful. He mouthed at her, "This will cost you extra" and grabbing his own bulge before turning back around, but she didn't care that she'd probably have to blow the bouncer to get him to stay quiet or that the condom was going to slip off. Her pussy was being stretched beyond her wildest dreams, and he only had the head in. She didn't care about anything at all except the enormous black cock that was about to give her the fucking of her life.

Now that he was a little inside of her, he started to do quick, shallow thrusts up and down, working a tiny bit more of himself into her every time. Kylee very slowly lowered herself with each thrust to feed her stretched cunt a little more of his dick, keeping her hands on her quivering thighs as she arched her back with her ass sticking out at him. Her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure as he worked more and more into her. The veiny ridges of his rock hard cock were rubbing her g-spot, and after only maybe a dozen thrusts she exploded, cumming all over his cock. As the pleasure overwhelmed her, her legs went weak and she felt dizzy and lightheaded, and she fell backwards a little. This just caused more of his cock to get forced into her incredibly tight pussy, and as he crammed it in her she felt like she might split from the most pleasurable pain she ever felt in her life. Looking down, she was amazed to discover only half of his meaty dark cock was inside of her.

"Oh my god, honey, I don't know if I can do this... It's so fucking big, it's too much..."

"Really? I don't know about that." Dante withdrew his cock from her pussy. She instantly felt empty, and wiggled her ass at him desperately, trying to get it back inside of her.

"Please... I need it..." she cried out.

"That's what I thought." Dante smacked the head against her clit and then proceeded to push it back in. She didn't care at all, she wanted him bareback inside of her, to feel his huge dick leaking precum lubing up her pussy as he fucked it, more than she wanted any other sexual experience in her life.

He slid in more easily now, having stretched her out a little before and now oozing precum to get his dick nice and wet. It mixed with her pussy juices, and soon streams of creamy white jizz from the both of them were running down his dick to the base, collecting around his balls. He was roughed now, though, and started to thrust up, hard and deep, instead of the little pushes earlier to ease it in. Kylee groaned loudly as he forced it in her, battering her insides. It felt like he was fucking all the way up into her stomach. Within a few strokes, he suddenly slammed the entire thing in, balls deep to the base. She immediately had another orgasm and almost screamed out but caught herself at the last second so as to not attract the attention of any other dancers.

Now that he was in her, Dante took over and went wild. He pulled her roughly backwards so she was no longer on her feet, and held her over him. He started to wildly lift her up and down over and over again, very quickly, pistoning in and out of her pussy as he stretched her. She bounced like a rag doll in his arms as he banged her with full force, her moans barely muffled by the loud club music.

Roughly squeezing one of her tits, Dante began to whisper in her ear. "How's that feel? You like that big nigger dick stretching you out? You like that shit tearing up your little white pussy? You like fucking a nigger? I'm fucking parts of yo' pussy no one ever been in before, I'm claiming it for the black man, it's mine now."

Kylee was so overcome with pleasure she couldn't even form words to respond, just groaned and moaned like an animal in response. She had never believe sex could be like this before. Whatever she had been doing before, it wasn't fucking... THIS was fucking.

Dante grabbed her and spun her around now, never taking his cock out, so that she was facing him. He slapped her ass, telling her to start fucking. Kylee started to slam herself up and down the entire length of his massive dick as she kissed his neck, caressed his shoulders, and nibbled his ear. Leaning back on the couch now, he began to take turns spanking her big fake tits and twisting and biting her nipples. Crying out again, she had another orgasm.

Finally, Dante whispered to her, "Alright, bitch, I'm ready to nut up in you. Get ready for some nigger jizz! Tell me you want it!" 

Kylee cried out in his ear, "Please, give me your cum!"

Dante slapped her ass. "What kind of cum is it, girl? What kind of dick is fucking you? Say it!"

"Black cum! A black dick!"

"No!" He slapped her ass again.

"A nigger dick! I'm getting fucked by a nigger dick and I'm going to get filled up with nigger cum!"

"That's right, girl! Here it comes!"

He grabbed her ass roughly and used his strong hands and arms to slam her up and down on his huge cock with incredible speed. Each time he thrust up as well, and Kylee felt like she was being completely impaled. He groaned out loudly and thrust in deeply one more time. Holding it deep inside of her, she felt it still moving despite him no longer thrusting because it jerked and throbbed as he began to cum. Soon she felt a surprising amount of force as he shot his load deep inside of her, coating her insides with his warm seed. She panted as he did, fucked into utter exhaustion. Finally, after he stopped exploding inside of her, she slumped into his arms. They kissed passionately, his huge cock still lodged in her stretched, creampied pussy.

"Oh my god, that was amazing, baby..." she said between kissing him and biting his lip a little. "I never knew sex could be like that. You fucked me like I've never been fucked before. It was just incredible."

Dante laughed. "I bet you never thought a teenage nigga would show a hot milfy ass white bitch like you how to fuck! Got plenty more of that shit for you though!"

Kylee joined him in laughing and kept kissing him. She didn't care that over an hour had passed in VIP, and didn't care about whether or not he paid her for her "dances." All she cared about now was huge, black nigger cock.

*** Two hours later... ***

Kylee was sucking off the bouncer from earlier in the front seat of his car in payment for him not telling the management about her sexcapade in the club. He was a very good looking Italian guy with what she had previously thought was an impressive eight inch cock. They had slept together a few times in the past, when she was horny after work and felt like bringing someone home with her. She usually was very in to him, but today she blew him without much excitement or passion. His measly little eight inch dick seemed pathetic compared to Big D's huge boner she was ravaged by earlier in the night. The bouncer noticed and was irritated at her lack of enthusiasm.

"Fine, if you're going to be so boring just let me fuck you then."

Kylee rolled her eyes and hiked up her dress, handing him a Magnum XL condom. He put it onto his dick with no trouble at all, unlike Dante. He leaned in then and put his dick in her, before looking at her with a look of confusion.

"What the fuck? I can barely feel you! Why is your pussy so loose?"

Kylee smirked. "Sorry, I got fucked by a real man earlier tonight. I guess you just don't have what it takes anymore."

He angrily thrust into her a few times, but his boner was quickly deflating from shame and lack of stimulation from her stretched out cunt. He dejectedly pulled out and told her to go home.

"I guess you won't be telling management about my fun in VIP, it would be terrible if word got around the dressing room how much of a limp-dick you are compared to a real man," Kylee threatened with a laugh as she got out of the car.

*** Two weeks later... ***

Kylee walked up to Dante's apartment door wearing super short cutoff Daisy Duke shorts, brown cowgirl boots, and a silver bikini top. She knocked on the door and had a flutter of anticipation in her stomach as she waited for the door to open. As soon as it did, she quickly entered and dropped to her knees. The two huge black cocks of Jamal and Tyrone, two of Dante's teammates, were immediately in her face. She took turns sucking off the two of them, one ten inches and super thick, the other a slimmer eleven inches, with her big plump collagen filled lips. She didn't even bother to take her sunglasses off before she started going back and forth blowing one while stroking off the other.

For the past two weeks, she had been going over to D's apartment every day and getting gang banged by his hung and young black basketball teammates. She spent all day getting passed around and gang fucked, often taking two or three of the huge cocks at a time in her pussy, ass, and mouth. On game days she was in the front row, jumping up and down with her huge fake tits almost bouncing out of her top cheering them on, and then going back into the locker room after to give them a victory gang bang until her pussy was so full of black men cum that it made a huge puddle when she stood up. The hot milf was completely hooked on teenage big black cock now.

*** Two years later... ***

Kylee screamed out in pleasure as Lexington Steele and Shane Diesel double penetrated her. Her cries were cut short when Mandingo shoved his huge black dick in her mouth. Since she got hooked on big black cock fucking it was all she could do now. She had trouble getting herself to go into work in the strip club after a while because she was too busy fucking black guys, but had figured out a way to make money instead. Now she had become an interracial hardcore porn queen, and spent many days getting fucked by the biggest cocks in porn for money. 

As the hung black porn stars took turns shooting loads into her pussy, giving her a big nasty creampie, she sighed with delight as her next co-star came out. Big D had played for a year for the LA Lakers but suspended for bad behavior and ended up getting into doing porn movies instead. He made a ton of money being the Laker gone bad, not to mention he had the biggest dick in porn. Of course, Kylee Nash was still his favorite co-star. Her journey was complete, she had gone from Kylee Nash the stripper to Kylee Nash the black cock addict, and now nothing else could ever satisfy her again.



Kylee



She stepped into the hotel room and I stood in the doorway admiring her gorgeous ass. The dress fit her perfectly and I could see the cheeks of her bottom move against the fabric. She didn’t seem to be wearing anything underneath.

I shut the door and turned to offer my guest a drink. Kylee was standing stunned, her eyes glued to the television.

“Ohhh shit. Listen, I’m sorry about that…I just…well, I didn’t know you’d be so early.” I looked at my watch. “Is the party over already?”

“I called it off,” Kylee said, still watching the action on the television. An impossibly proportioned redhead was getting it from behind from an impossibly swollen Swede.

“You called it off? The whole party?”

She didn’t answer, eyes locked on the TV.

“Do you want me to turn that off?”

“NO!” she said. “I mean, no. But I would like a drink.”

I went to the mini bar, popped the top on a Coke and poured her one over ice. She smirked when I handed the drink to her.

“Not what I meant,” she said.

“I’ll add the rum in three more years,” I told her. 

I took her hand and led her to the couch. Somehow, our little online encounter had served to break the ice. The sexual tension was still so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it, but there was less discomfort. We knew how the other felt. The question was how far this would go.

“Have you thought about where you’d like to eat?” I asked.

“No,” she said, only half paying attention to me. I could see the action on the television screen reflected in her eyes. “You choose.”

“It’s your night,” I reminded her.

“No rush,” she said. “I’d like to watch a little more of this, if that’s ok.”

I leaned back against the couch, letting my arm wrap around her on the couch back. Kylee leaned forward and I worried I had gone too far. But it was only to sit her Coke on the coffee table in front of us. Then she turned slightly, kicking off her shoes and pulling her legs under her. She wrapped both arms around my torso and lay her head against my chest.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned contentedly. Then she giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“You must really like this movie,” she said. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”

I caressed her bare shoulder. “It’s not the movie.”

She reached out and gently patted the growing bulge in my slacks. “And this?” she asked. “Is this the movie?”

“Kylee, I’m not even looking at the movie.”

She rolled onto her back and looked up to see me gazing down at her. She touched my cheek. I leaned forward and kissed her lips.

I’ve kissed many women in my life. None affected me like Kylee. Her soft lips were tentative at first, almost asking me with her gentle pressure if she was doing it right. Then she either didn’t care or didn’t need my approval. She started kissing me for her own pleasure. Her lips closed around my lower lip and her tongue ran along the length of it. Her mouth opened and she accepted my tongue greedily, her own tongue dancing against it.

We pulled apart, both trying to catch our breath. It was an incredible kiss and my entire body was hard.

We spent the next hour or so just kissing – sitting and facing each other, lying on our sides on the couch, her lying on top of me. Neither one of us had removed a stitch of clothing. The movie had finished and Kylee was sitting on my lap, holding my face and moving her hips against my erection when her breath began to catch in her throat. Her eyes widened, then closed tightly and her hips rocked in sudden spasms as she shared her first orgasm with me.

I watched her face as she slowly returned to reality, breathing hard her breasts rising and falling against her chest. She caught me watching them. Face to face like this, it was hard to hide anything.

Without saying a word, Kylee reached up and slid the sides of her dress off her shoulders. She took the front of the dress in both hands and pulled it down slowly until her breasts were revealed to me. They were full and firm and womanly and her pink nipples were reaching out for me.

I looked into her eyes. Kylee was still breathing hard and every few seconds her breath would catch, just a little. Her eyes were liquid and full of emotion, but what emotion I couldn’t be sure. I’m not sure she could. 

I leaned forward and captured Kylee’s left nipple between my lips and I felt the vibrations deep in her chest as she moaned in pleasure. Her hands went to my hair, then to the back of my head, pulling me tightly as I worked her nipple with my tongue. Circling it. Biting.

“OhGod,” I heard her say. Her hips started moving against me again and I was sure by now the slacks I was wearing would have to be permanently retired. But retired with dignity.

I cupped both full breasts in my hands and blew a stream of air on Kylee’s wet nipple. Her head tilted back as she moaned at the ceiling, then just as quickly tilted back down to watch what I was doing. She loved seeing my tongue on her nipples or sliding flat between both breasts. I gave her right breast its share of attention, even running my tongue underneath it and up into Kylee’s underarm.

She held my face as I kissed and tongued her breasts, working herself almost to another orgasm before my hands on her sides, just under her ribcage urged her to stand on the carpet in front of me.

Kylee looked a little hurt at first, like she had done something wrong. I pulled her face to mine and kissed assurance on her lips, then slid my hands downward. Kylee understood as the dress fell off her body and dropped to the floor.

I was right. She wore nothing under it. But there was still a surprise I hadn’t counted on.

Kylee’s pussy was shaved clean.

I must have been staring. Kylee slid one hand down her belly and tried covering herself.

“Is it…? Is something wrong…?”

I took her hand and kissed it, moving it away from her beautiful pussy. Then I turned her around and sat her on the soft couch. On my knees in front of her, I kissed Kylee from her ankle, up her smooth calf, lifting her leg so I could run my tongue against the sensitive skin on the back of the knee. She moaned, but didn’t take her eyes off me.

Slowly I kissed the inside of her thigh, stopping to bite gently, taste her skin with my tongue, rub my nose and cheek and fingers across the smoothness of her leg, before letting it fall gently over my shoulder.

Kylee was breathing hard. Her whole body was moving with the motion of her breath. I smiled up at her. Then I let my tongue split the seam of her wet pussy, slowly licking her from ass to clit in one long motion. 

“Ohhh shittttt,” she said. Her hands were clenched at her sides. I took one of her hands and put it in my hair. I took the other hand, motioned for her to open it, and placed it over her breast. She moaned and started moving her hips against my face.

“Mmmm perfect, Kylee,” I told her, my voice muffled by her pussy. She pulled my head tightly against her and started fucking my mouth more earnestly. She caught herself moaning a couple of times and stopped herself. I pulled away from her pussy and she looked at me quizzically.

“I love it when you moan,” I told her.

She understood and relaxed, moaning and moving against me.

I slid a finger into her impossibly tight pussy. She was so wet and delicious as I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. I looked up and saw her eyes fixed on something over my shoulders and realized she was watching our reflection in the mirror on the wall behind the TV. Here I was, her teacher, Mr. Hanson, still fully clothed and eating her pussy while she sat naked on the couch in front of me. It must have triggered a fantasy because she began bucking her hips and climaxed. Loudly, I might add.

When Kylee came down from her orgasm she was shivering. It was almost as if she couldn’t catch her breath and I started getting worried she was having an asthma attack or something. She held one hand in front of her, then put up one finger as if to signal me to wait a minute. Slowly her breathing returned to a somewhat rapid normal. Kylee stood, took a sip of her Coke, and pushed the coffee table out of the way.

She then pushed me onto my back and lowered her naked body on top of me, kissing my lips, tasting herself on me. 

“You fucker,” she whispered.

“Is that any way to talk to your teacher?”

I felt her hands on my belt, unbuckling it, then unfastening my slacks. She drew the zipper down quickly.

“I’ve already cum twice and you’re still dressed,” she said. Then added: “You fucker.”

I felt her warm hand reach in my silk boxer and grab my cock. It was easy to find.

“Wow,” she said. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like.”

I felt a cold shudder go through me. Shit, I had forgotten she was a virgin.

“Jesus Christ!”

“What?”

“Kylee, you’re a virgin.”

“Well, maybe only technically at this point.”

I tried to sit up, but Kylee made no effort to move. She was still stroking my cock with her hand in my pants.

“This makes everything a little different, don’t you think?”

“Why?” she asked. “We’re still the same people. We still want each other…don’t we?”

“You’re missing the point…”

“No, I think you are. I’m legal. I’m a high school graduate, a licensed driver and a registered voter, remember? Thanks to you, I’m still sober. More importantly, I’m a woman, I’m naked, I’m lying on top of you and I’ve got your cock in my hand.”

“You’re still one hell of a debater,” I told her.

“Master debater,” she said proudly.

“I can tell,” I moaned, feeling her gently stroke me as we argued.

“Look, Mr. H – Mitch, if it makes you feel better – you were always my favorite teacher. Not because I lusted after you, even though I did, but because you always cared. Always. You were always there when I needed encouragement. You taught me so much.” She leaned her lips in close to my face. “Don’t wimp out on me now when I need you the most.”

I put my hands in her hair and brought her face to mine, kissing her deeply. This was no child. I was making love to an incredibly intelligent, funny and beautiful woman – the combination I always thought I’d never find.

Kylee took her hand out of my pants long enough to straddle me and unbutton my shirt. She pulled it off me, kissing my shoulders, running her tongue along my collarbone, taking each nipple into her mouth in turn. I’d never had a woman suck my nipples before and I was going crazy. Then she looked down my torso and took a deep breath.

“I’ve been waiting too long for this,” she said, urging me to stand. 

My pants fell as soon as I stood up. My cock was practically screaming, pointing out and up. Kylee, still kneeling, looked at it in fascination. 

“Oh my fucking God,” she said, touching the head lightly, brushing her fingertips over the taut purple skin that looked like a ripe plum ready to burst with juice. She placed both of her hands flat against either side, sandwiching my cock between them. Then she rolled my cock between them gently. I was going nuts.

“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked softly.

“”MMMM God no,” I told her. “There is no wrong, baby. It’s whatever brings you pleasure.”

“No. This is about what brings you pleasure.”

She rubbed the head of my cock on her nipple, smearing it with precum. “God it’s so hot,” she said. Each act was a new discovery. She was loving it as much as me.

“It looks so smooth,” she said, rubbing the head against her cheek. I groaned. She smiled, placing the head against her lips and lightly stroking it there.

Then she pulled her lips away, a thin stream of precum all that was connecting her mouth to me. She licked her lips tentatively.

“Mmmm,” she finally said. “I like it.”

Sweat was running off my face now. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life and I still don’t know how I managed to keep from cumming prematurely. That would have really been impressive. Not.

Kylee smiled up at me. “Feel good?” she whispered, her soft hand wrapped around the shaft.

“You’ve got no fucking idea how good,” I told her.

She smiled such a beautiful smile that I wanted to reach out, pull her up and hold her against me. But she had other ideas. Opening her smile, Kylee sucked my cock into her mouth, moving her tongue against the bottom. Then she slid me slowly out, running her tongue around and around the head, licking up the precum she had sucked out.

“I hope I’m doing this right,” she said.

“There is no right or wrong,” I told her. “What you’re doing is magic.”

Kylee pulled me down to the carpet, pushing me onto my back. She then kneeled over my cock, ass up and head lowered, alternately sucking me into her mouth and licking up and down the sides of the shaft. The pleasure was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. To be honest, Kylee had no real cocksucking technique. But just watching her you could tell she was enjoying it. And I’ll take that over technique any day. Technique will come with experience. Nothing will ever match enthusiasm.

I finally had to pull Kylee away from my cock. “I’m sorry,” she said, as I held her naked body against mine. “I wasn’t doing it right?”

“Sweetheart, you were doing it so right you almost got a mouthful several times.”

She snuggled her nose against my neck. “What’s wrong with that?” she asked. “Think I’m not ready for it?”

“Maybe I’m the one who’s not ready for it.”

I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed where I licked her again from head to toe. She was so delicious I couldn’t get enough of her. When I took a condom from the nightstand drawer, I figured it was time to give her one last chance to change her mind.

She took the condom packet from me and tore it open. The condom was another curiosity to her and she had to touch it and look closely at it. “I think you need to do this,” she said. “I’m not quite sure how it’s done.”

I let her watch as I pulled the condom over the head and unrolled it with my hand. She felt my sheathed cock and pumped it a few times, giggling as she made me groan.

“You’re sure? “ I asked.

She smiled and tucked her chin into her chest. “Fuck me, Mr. H.”

I rubbed my cock against her clit and the smile disappeared. She moaned, moving her hips against me. I pressed the head into Kylee’s wet pussy and she bucked her hips toward me, impaling herself swiftly on my cock. She made a little sound, kind of like a squeak and both her arms went around my neck. Her hips stopped moving. She was holding me in a death grip.

“Kylee? You ok, honey?” I asked, my arms around her, my fingers on the bare skin of her back.

She nodded into my neck and inhaled sharply. “That hurt a little bit,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry. Maybe we should stop…”

“No.” she said sharply. “Just hold me.”

I held her, kissing her hair. Her neck. She moaned and moved against me. Then again. Then her hips were moving with a gentle rhythm. My cock was still inside her. God she was tight.

Eventually she took her face out of my neck and lay back in the bed. I raised myself over her so I could look down at her body, so beautiful, underneath me.

I let her set the pace, moving her hips against my cock instead of thrusting into her. She got faster, writhing against me, squeezing my ass, pulling me deeper inside.

“Fuck me, Mr. H.” She was tossing her head side to side. “Goddamm it, fuck me hard.”

I started thrusting, moving deeper and pulling back out until just the head was inside her, then going deep. I put my arms under her knees, lifting her ass off the mattress and drove my hardness into her young pussy.

Kylee was watching me, her hands on my chest, moving up to my face, as if she wanted to make sure it was real this time.

“God Kylee, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her.

She came. I felt her pussy gripping my cock, listened to the sounds she was making, watched her breasts move against her body and I suddenly felt the fire erupt inside me. Groaning, bucking, sweating, crying, I came into my beautiful young student.

We lay for a long time in each other’s arms, chasing the drops of sweat as they rolled off our bodies. Kylee touched my face, my chest. She seemed amazed at the amount of cum I was able to produce and even more amazed that the condom held it. She loved holding my cock as it softened and she managed to maneuver down my body to lick me clean.

“Taste ok?” I asked when she slid back up and into my arms.

“Next time I want to get it before the latex and spermicide,” she said.

“Sorry I didn’t get you anything for graduation,” I told her.

Kylee laughed. “I’ve had relatives come in from all over the country to see me graduate,” she said. “Every one of them thought they should bring a gift. None of them really knows me. I think they got the gifts for themselves, not me.”

She kissed me lightly on the lips. “And you apologize for not getting me a gift.” She pressed her head into my chest. “You’re the only one who gave me what I really wanted.”



Kylee's Redemption



I hope you enjoy the story. I went with a psychological edge as the story builds that I think many people will find interesting. 

~Gaggedkitty

*****

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

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

"Be quiet and listen!" said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next words 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 nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange smell as they entered the living room. Marcus made a comment about it and then... well, that was where things began to blur. 

Back in the present, 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 play things smart. He had yet to recover from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a chair in some unknown place. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied wide apart and his wrists 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 sick maniac?', then quickly thought better of it. 

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

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

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

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

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no? And call 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 question 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 motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a 'sick freak,' a simple 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 awaken 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 ways that were not unwelcome, not to the primal instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's responses to the coaxing sensations as the man continued. 

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried," Master Kray said. "I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that." He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her supple breasts 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 brain for any connection this man might have to her, or to her family. 

"Twenty years ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was innocent of... It took them the better part of a decade to exonerate me. The lab techs 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 years of my life - 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 several cases over the years. Everyone was human. Mistakes were that inevitable part of the human condition no amount of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's eyes. 

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

"Silence!" He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and take the gun away did she dare 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 marry me and she'd said yes." Something seemed to have ignited the stranger's eyes, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering. 

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. 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 hand reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious sensations that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed. 

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

"Please?" the man said darkly. "Such a simple 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 father gave me in return? Damnation." Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went cold even as the vestige of arousal somehow persisted, 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, 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 father talking about your case. I remember the guilt eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it." Kylee mastered her fear, saying words which told a sentiment rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her fear, trying to save both her life and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the situation, and she had to at least try. 

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

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

"What...what are you going to do with us?" She groaned a 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. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's furious face. She could feel Marcus's body 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 feel a little like a wounded panther. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a light that few people would. 

"Ah, back to the predictable," the man said, his voice sounding disappointed. "What am I going to do with you? My sexy little captive asks a good question. To be honest, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a distinct 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 cunt, his fingers slick with her gathering juices as she made herself relax and just take the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take 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 unique species of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive 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. [Place of Editing]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy," the beautiful brunette said. "But I don't think you give yourself enough credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one 'distinct possibility.' Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you." She gave him a curious look, a challenging look, and it had the desired 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, little bitch. You think you can manipulate me, do you?"

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

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

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The thought of a long, hard cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added bonus. She wiggled her bound wrists, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a rocket. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette 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 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 keep her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive. "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 feel of Marcus's length as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a little each time 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 give added momentum each time she sat down on the young man's cock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her arousal. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in 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. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee more of a fire's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out. 

He stared at her as she continued to bound up and down her boyfriend's penis, 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 slut. You think that by giving me a good fuck-show with your boyfriend, that I'll let you live, is that it?" 

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to meet his as pleasure 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 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 appreciation and gratitude to have 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 wrinkle to things. 

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a strange advantage 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 and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to flow, filling the basement with her scent. 

"If there is one thing I've learned, young 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 eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled face. A tight scar ran down the lower half of his left cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingers made lazy circles around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked. 

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

"Yes, Master," she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him graze her tight wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes 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 boyfriend 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 crime at you, to use your 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 words, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the sounds of wetness and copulation filling the room. 

"Go ahead, slut, 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 cock vanished inside her damp heat, her cunt clenching as the orgasm 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 squeal echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious moments, until at last her shivering, naked figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his rigid cock now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples 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 have this control over you? Maybe...maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed," he finished with a dark, rueful chuckle. "That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her hips a little 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 help it. She could feel 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 shaft, letting her instincts retain control. 

Kray's cock was thick, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male 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 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 cock once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the girl's womb. 

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her insides both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a contented sigh. 'Yes, baby...give me all your seed,' she thought. Maybe the orgasm would take the edge off Marcus' fear 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 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 face, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous girl came up off of his cock. She licked her chops, tasting the man's pre-cum. 




Kylee's Redemption



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 face twisted, questioning. "Yet you're willing to do this?" His tone was edged with disbelief 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 mistake her father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would have to understand, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could 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 cock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm sucks by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping sounds 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 troubled man to whom she gave this one gift of pleasure, her tongue caressing his cock until he cried out, his legs nearly buckling. 

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

He took one last glance at her forgiving eyes, sensing some kind of strange satisfaction there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge step back. He seemed to be having some internal debate before he spoke. 

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison or not, I'll give myself a decent head start and a chance for freedom before you report me." Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rare grin. "At least this time if I go to prison it will be to take responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a merry chase first." 

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chairs so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last time. 

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

Kylee offered the trace 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 next evening...

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove home 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 house with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

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

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

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 feel this way. She should feel traumatized, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should feel, no matter what? 'Is something wrong with me?' she mused. As the water cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. Some victims of sexual domination might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different kind of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alive. 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 shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled sugar. The naked girl turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom 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 cock? Seeing the enjoyment you got from that?" he said. 

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her breasts jiggle in a distracting way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing aura on her boyfriend's face. He had been quiet and preoccupied during the drive home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his hands pinned her wrists to either side. His hard cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good 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 words, so she reached for the only thing that seemed to provide any hope for salvation. Simple sincerity. 

"I...I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was pleasure, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most difficult situations! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus...I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his strong hands. He brought his face close to hers, their lips only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her freshly washed 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 blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss. 

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her breasts feeling sparks of energy as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into little pink buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His grunts were a staccato music with her lilting moans threatening to surge in counterpoint. 

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering tits, your perfect smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck 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 psycho's cock 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 dick 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 tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still. 

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

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

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

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those impossible 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 boyfriend a mischievous wink.

Marcus rolled his eyes. "Whatever, you know what I mean," he said, cupping her face 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 body melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help erase the tormenting, bittersweet memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood. 

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

"Aaaahhhh...fuck!" she wailed, her body's spasms firing in wild bursts, her slender frame 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, silken pussy. 

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

'Right back at you,' she thought. Kylee's lips formed the ghost of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to live in the same universe. 

**************

THE END.

Author's note:

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

~gaggedKitty



Kylee's Story



She could hardly breathe. She had been running for nearly an hour, pausing behind trees, stopping only to catch her breath here and there. She knew that eventually she would be caught. Her gowns were heavy, her shoes too thin for all this running. She was too tired to keep this up much longer.

She was breathing so heavily she was unable to hear the footsteps approaching. Before she could run, she was taken.

She had always had a difficult life. She was of mixed blood, and this complicated her daily life. Her father, a duke, had raped her mother one night in drunken lust, and from that unholy union she came. It was not that her mother was a slave; no, in fact she was from a respected family. This was quite a feat, as most Yorden families were still trapped in indentured servitude. But her Wendlar father, the duke of Grayle, had been a married man. And so, this made her not only a mixed race bastard child, but the result of adultery as well. 

The duke was responsible for his actions. He gave Kylee's mother a private estate in the country, one with servants and and horses. And every year for her birthday, he came to visit with gifts of jewelry and dresses. It was not until her mother's death, when Kylee was only 17 that her father seemed to change. He sent a messenger to inform her that indeed, he would be selling her home, and he would no longer be able to pay for her living. He then informed her that he had found her a position in the king's home, and that she would be sent there in two months time.

When the carriages pulled up outside the home, she knew it was the king's men. She waited for the servants to greet them, and were surprised at what she saw. From the window, she watched as all the female servants were forced into the carriages. Then, the men made their way toward the house. Screaming ensued, as maids began running about the house, trying to get away. Kylee ran down the back stairwell and through the kitchen out into the garden in the rear of the home. Someone shouted "There! Grab that one!" she ran through the garden, into the forrest. 

She had been running ever since, trying to get away, using her knowledge of the terrain to keep the king's men from being able to follow too closely with their horses. But in the end, she was put into a carriage like all the other women and the strong men. Next to her was her own chamber maid, Mira. They looked at one another and it was clear they both felt unimaginable fear.

Once she had arrived at the palace, she was shown about. Each of the three gardens, the libraries, the stables... the three wings of the palace were huge, and hard to remember. She was made a servant to the queen along with Mira. 

That night she was called to the library. Upon entering, she fell into her deepest curtsy- recognizing the king and queen. The queen looked up and saw her, and said "Well, you must be my new lady. What, pray tell, is your name?". Kylee cleared her throat and while she knew she had spoken her name, she had not even heard it herself.

The queen and king welcomed her, and she was quickly dismissed. She shared a room with Mira, in the queens wing of the palace. While the room was not inadequate, it was certainly not what she was used to. The bed was too stiff, and the room was dark and sullen. The pain caused by her father only seemed to further darken the room. That night, and every night, she wished on a star to give her back the free life she once had.

*~*

Days passed, and turned into weeks. Her birthday had come and gone, with no celebration by anyone.

It was no secret that the queen had fallen ill, and now she formed new hope- as mean spirited as it may be- that with the queen's death she would be released. It was during this time that she was able to gain a large amount of free time. She would spend it reading in the library, listening to birds in the garden, and taking long walks about the palace.

One night, she could not sleep and headed to the library. As she huddled herself in the corner with a candle, she read a romantic story she had started earlier in the week. Soon she was completely engulfed in a hot scene of passion. Her face became flush and her body grew warm. She continued to read until she heard footsteps. Looking up, there was a man leaning against the bookcase, watching her as she read. 

"You must be enjoying that book, girl." He spoke to her, and she knew she should retire back to her bed.

He had been watching her, taking note of her beautiful face as she became obviously aroused by the reading. Seeing her arousal built something in him as well, and he could not help but want her.

"Yes sir.. I could not sleep. I, I should go."

As she walked over to put away her book, the man reached out to grab her arm; seizing her. He looked into her eyes and saw the way the flecks of gold danced in the sea of brown. From the moment he saw her in the corner he was entranced by her. Her skin, the color of honey, so perfectly deep and sweet. Her hair, falling wonderfully over her shoulders in deep brown curls. Her lips, perfectly pink with a bottom lip that was full and looked so soft. With his free hand he pulled her closer by her waist.

"Why have I not seen you before? Surely it is not possible to look over such beauty. Where have you come from?" She tried to pull free, but found that his grip tightened on her.

"I have been here only a few weeks, sir. May I have my arm returned, or will I have to fight you for it?" She surprised herself with her own words, and quickly, she began to rethink them. 

The man laughed, releasing her arm, but not the grip on her waist. Instead, he moved his hand to her face, and brought his lips down to kiss her gently. "Is that any way to talk to a man who holds you in such a position? I could take you, here in the library and no one would be able to stop me." A menacing smile formed on his lips as he started to lift her gown. "Will you try and stop me?" 

She was shocked at this man's behavior, and would not tolerate it. Before she was able to rethink her actions, her hand had made contact with his face. She stormed off to her bedroom, ready to tell Mira all about this pig who dared to raise her skirts as if she were a common whore.

*~*

The next morning found her being called down with the rest of the girls to breakfast. She stood about, figuring there was an announcement to be made. She watched in amazement as the king, queen, and her offender came down the grand staircase. He was their son.

The queen spoke, "As you all know, my health as of late has been failing. This kingdom will need a ruler once the king and I are gone, and so it is time we prepare our son, Prince Aden, to take over the throne when the time comes. We know you will all welcome him home." 

After breakfast was served, Kylee set about her daily tasks. Changing the queen's bedding, dusting, and readying her afternoon bath. Once the queen had taken her bath, Kylee had a couple of hours to do as she wished. She made her way to the kitchen and chatted with the women there, as they made her a plate for lunch. She had much to learn about this "Prince Aden".

As it turned out, the Prince was nearing his thirtieth birthday and had still yet to pick a wife. He instead enjoyed acquainting himself with all the women in the palace. There were more stories than could be counted- him, taking them in his bedroom, the screams of pleasure that could be heard all throughout his wing of the palace. It was said that he was an amazing lover; and far too lustful to settle down. Unfortunately for him, it seemed he might have to.

The prince would be learning about the ways of a king. Since he had been traveling abroad, he had become unfamiliar with his own people. The queen would see to it that he became familiar with all the eligible princesses in nearby lands, and the king was to teach him how to lead an army and command a kingdom.

*~* 

That night, Kylee lay in bed when she heard a knock at the door. It opened suddenly, and a guard stepped into the room. "Prince Aden to see you".

How unlucky could she be, that Mira had been transferred to another room just earlier that day? The prince stepped into the room, looking about. The guard removed himself, closing the door behind him. Aden locked eyes with her, and a smile spread across his face. "My little library girl. I had a hard time finding you.. Have you missed me?"

She wrapped a cloak around her body, as her nightgown was terribly sheer and she feared he would see her all too clearly through it. "Your highness, certainly it is less than seemly to be seen in the bed chamber of a lowly maid. Is there something wrong? Does the queen need me?"

"No, but I fear that I may... May I sit?" His hand gestured toward the bed, and before Kylee could respond, he had seated himself there on the edge. "Please, I insist you join me."

She shook her head, mostly telling him no, and partly trying to get the smell of him from her nostrils. He smelled of pine needles and musk. He was quite charming, but there was no way she would fall victim to those charms. "What may I do for you, highness?" She asked, a bit too sarcastically. 

Her cloak covered only her top half, and the light behind her shone through her gown, revealing the tiny triangle of space just between her thighs, highlighting her womanly beauty. He fought to reduce the arousal he felt, building steadily in his pants. He wanted to take her, to show her exactly what she could do for him.

"You may start by removing your garments."

Her mouth dropped open, and before her words of protest, "Do not think to deny me my rights to your body. Remove the gown or I will be forced to punish you."

As she felt the tears well up in her eyes, she dropped the cloak, then she released the gown, letting it fall from her shoulders. His eyes consumed her, and he stood, stepping closer as she slowly backed away. Soon, she was cornered, her back to the wall. She looked up at him, her eyes still dewy, and pleaded, "Please, your majesty. Don't do this. I.. I have never.." 

His lips captured hers in a rough kiss, as his hand snaked around her pulling her tightly against him. Her luscious mounds crushed against his chest, and she could feel a dampness forming between her thighs. His other hand drifted down finding her pearl, and brushing it lightly with his thumb; coaxing a sigh so soft he would almost swear it hadn't happened if not for her eyes shut and her bottom lip being trapped between her teeth.

"Please, I'm begging you. I.. Oh.. I.. Ahh..."

He dipped his fingers lower into her heat, all the while kissing and licking a path from her ear down her neck, and over to her shoulder. His fingers found her entrance, now slippery with arousal, and he slipped a finger inside her wet heat. He groaned, feeling how her moist channel gripped at his finger. She was unbelievably tight, and her body was so responsive to his touch. He started to finger her, gently at first, until he became mad with lust. He wanted to watch her cum in his hands, then he would take her before she could recover from his assault on her body.

Her breathing became erratic, her pussy starting to pulse around his invading digit. She gripped at his arms and shoulders. Her hands, until now, had been at her sides, her palms resting on the stone wall behind her. She started to moan loudly now, begging him to finish it, to not stop what he was doing to her. She came in a violent burst of tremors, her scream filling the room.

As she came down from her high, the prince unlaced his britches and removed his aching cock. She didn't even see him, and had thought perhaps it was over until she felt him pick her up and the tip of his cock positioned at her entrance. She panicked, and tried to break free of his hold, pushing at his chest and raising her hand to slap him. He grabbed her wrist before saying, "You hit me once, already. You did not know me then, but you know now that I am your Prince. Do you dare to hit me again? Are you not enjoying my affections?"

"Your majesty, I cannot let you defile me..."

Without another word, he pushed into her heat. She was so tight, like a closed fist on his cock. And then he felt the barrier of her maidenhead. He then understood her fight, and removed himself from her. He placed her feet down on the floor and turned, heading for the door. 

She stood and watched, as he stormed out, suddenly feeling cold and very much alone.