Murder and Mistresses! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

[Jack Stalker]

Murder and Mistresses
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It had been friendship at first sight for Yvonne Stravoski, when she had met Jessica at work, both women found solace in being powerful department heads who did not have to answer to men, though it was clear from the start that Yvonne was far more aggressive, bossy, even domineering in her work. People called her a bitch, but only behind her back. She was wicked and ruthless and always got what she wanted, and that was fine, it was a boon to the company. A boon, until she decided that one of the things she wanted was Jessica of course. A slow realization had then crept up on her, one which told her that she wasn't just interested in men, that women had something more to offer her as well. It had not taken long to get close to her, a few after meeting coffee's, some brunches away from the office, then some weekend conventions where she ended up heading back to Jessica's suite after a few drinks at the bar... just to talk. Of course she talked best when she was whispering filth into Jess's ear during a meeting, or while driving some strap on toy into her tightest holes... or plundering screams from her hoarse throat as she fucked the hot bodied and blooded red head up against some wall... or bent over the CEO's desk. A lashing of tongue against her clit or burying her fingers deep in her pussy or ass? That was often the only way to end a day and take away the stress and pressure of a high paying and powerful job, and Yvonne had experienced some of the most intense orgasms of her thirty something years, while grinding the hot wet lips of her cunt into Jessica's face. Yvonne feasted on the red head and loved every second of it, yet she was annoyed each day, each week, each passing month as time and time again her requests for Jessica to leave the woman, Anna, she was 'married' to slowly began to grate on her nerves. Rubbish about waiting for the right time, about financial considerations, it all began to build up until one day she decided that Jessica was never going to leave the whore... unless she was pushed.

Pushing could be as simple as letting them get discovered fucking somewhere, but that wasn't Yvonne's style and it could be messy, causing issues at work. Not everyone was enlightened and free, even in a world slipping slowly into the grasp of the lunatic liberals. If people at work knew they were lovers things could get awkward, for Yvonne's relationship with her family at least... and she was the one that mattered here. She was the bit on the side, the mistress, and that annoyed her greatly, even more than the thought that every night where Jess should be lying next her, being fucked by her, she was instead laying naked in another woman’s bed, Anna, the real bitch of the company who had laid a claim to Jess and staked it down hard. Well, enough was enough. tonight things would be different, tonight things would be changed forever. She had not even given it that much thought, the plan was simple, make it look like Jessica walked out after a spat and vanished, simple and straight forward enough. Would it work? Did she even care? Of course she had to do things herself, she couldn’t let someone else handle it, it would be too much work having to dispose of such a loose end. No. The large house where Anna and Jessica lived was set back from the road, secluded, enough... and she had a way to get in. She'd fucked Jessica there enough times, twice in their own sweet main bedroom, although Jess had likely had the sheets laundered afterwards, not wanting to risk Anna returning from some wok trip to find the stench of their sex reeking in her palatial home. No... enough of that, the hot red head was hers and now she was going to stake her own claim.

Lounging on the back of a couch facing the entrance door, Yvonne waited, revolver in one hand an a glass of wine within reach of the other. She was wearing gloves, of course, but the rest of her outfit was liquid sex which had been sprayed onto her body. The light pink and cream dress was obscenely short and hugged her curves as it should, with her long legs stretching out bare and naked, but for the cream closed toe heels. The shoes sported spikes which, even now, were creasing grooves into the expensive leather of the seat she was perched on. She kept thumbing the safety of the thirty eight calibre revolver she held, hefting it every so often to point it at the door. She wasn't sure who she wanted to shoot, Jess or her whore of a 'wife'. She snorted at the concept, having been brought up properly by her parents, she figured same sex marriage was laughable, an abomination in the eyes of god. She much preferred the sin of fucking another woman to the blessed matrimony aspect. She didn't want to be blessed, she liked doing things that were wrong. Fucking another woman was wrong, loving another woman was wrong, killing another woman was wrong... all good in her eyes. It was so wrong that the thought of it sent pleasant shivers and shudders through her taut wired body as she waited. She even had time to realise that, ultimately, she got off on the fact that she was fucking a married woman. Laughable, yet a turn on at the same time.

She heard the scrunch of tires on gravel, the engine fading away as it was killed, the slamming of the car doors, one after the other. She took another sip of wine, lifting the gun and aiming down the iron sights towards the door, along the sleek metal top of the gun and along the large fat silencer which was attached tto the end. The black metal shone in the light which was shining in from outside, the lights activating upon the arrival of the car. They were getting in late from a dinner she had heard Jess say they had planned, some anniversary or something, something she could not get out of. It was pathetic. That annoyed her as well, everything seemed to be annoying her this evening. Even the fact that she had been stroking the silencer trough the lips of her cunt earlier, thinking about how it would feel to fuck it into Jessica, to punish her for forcing her to go as far as she had gone. No.. she wasn't going to pull the trigger on her, it was Anna who was the problem, Anna who was influencing Jess, forcing her to stay with her when she didn't want to. She was the whore who needed to be dealt with. The further scrunch of heels on gravel, then heels on paving, reached her ears. She could tell from the clicking sounds who was who. She waited, downing the rest of the glass of wine, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she lifted the gun and aimed it at the door. Sitting to the side and a fair way back, Anna was not going to see her until it was way too late. She thumbed back the hammer, took aim, waiting, waiting, waiting, stopping the slight tremble in her hand, focusing all her bile and hate into one golden shot that she was going to drill into that fucking whores face the moment it appeared.

Anna walked in, tossing her car keys onto a side table, Jessica behind her closed the door and Yvonne found herself staring into her eys as she caught them with her own cool cold stare. She pointed the revolver straight at Jessica for a few long drawn out heart beats, long enough for Anna to open her mouth as she felt the scrunch of plastic underfoot and turned on the interior light, a quizzical look on her face as she turned to ask Jessica why there was plastic all over the floor and plastered up the wall next to her. Her expression was one of annoyance, am emotion Yvonne knew only too well. It was also the last expression she would ever display, as a loud bang sent a bullet smashing into the side of her head. she dropped like a sack of potatoes, crumpling in place without a word. Yvonne sprang up to her feet and walked over to her, smiling at Jessica, before emptying the gun into Anna's cooling corpse until the weapon delivered only clicks with each pull of the trigger. The shots had been louder than she had expected, but no matter. "Ding dong, the bitch is dead." she said with a smirking laugh, turning to Jessica. She drank in the sight of her, from head to toe, before bringing her eyes to rest on hers. "Long live the bitch." she added smiling now, "Now there's no fucking excuse you can use to stay away from. Come here. Come here and show me how fucking grateful you are, for me delivering you from that fucking evil. Convince me that I just shot the right bitch." she spat the words out, lifting one foot to step on Anna's body, grinding a heel into her blood soaked face with a look of contempt.

 

[MissMayday]

"Yeah, but the wine was good."

"That's not an excuse for the abysmal meal, you just liked it because you could eye up James all night." Retorted Jessica as the Audi crunched into the drive. It was nearing one in the morning, and the two lesbian lovers had just returned home after a rather terrible soirée at Anna's bosses house. The two women were both professionals. Anna, a whizz with numbers and insurance trends, Jessica was a Human Resources genius. Starting at a young age in the firm in a lowly admin post, she rose through the ranks quickly. Totally devoted to her work, it took less than 10 years in the company before she became departmental head for Human resources and standards. For a firm with over a thousand people under their employ across the world, it was quite a damn big responsibility.

During her rise to power, she met Anna. A rival at a different firm, but their chilly meetings soon began to blossom as they realised that their interests aligned closely. Soon, coffee mornings turned into brunch, turned into rather liquored up late night meetings. The older redhead soon becoming infatuated with the cute dark haired expert. The sex wasn't half bad either. It was a warm, almost scripted relationship. Two professional business women, fell in love, had a lavish wedding, though Jessica's family promptly disowned her for her 'sinful' relationship.

So things fell into an easy cycle.

For a while.

Three years into the relationship, it was going stale, and Jessica's relationship with Yvonne began in earnest. The seduction didn't take long at all, and Anna had no idea what was happening, every little business trip turned into 20 minutes of actual meetings, followed by hours having her tight pussy pounded by the blonde, or fingered on the plane to and from conferences. It was like the late 30's redhead was a teenager again.

She loved it.

Things were going well in Jessica's life. Good wife, hotter mistress, well paying job. Nothing could go wrong at all, Yvonne had been insisting on Jessica breaking up with Anna but that could never happen...for a fleeting few thoughts Jessica considered floating the idea of a threesome between the women...maybe that would make things easier...she'd have to ask Yvonne...

The party over, and the lingering effects of wine still in her system, the redhead smoothed out her cream dress. Her feet were aching from the high red heels, and her tits were squashed, already her hands were reaching back to undo the zip on her dress, when her foot hit the plastic, and the world lit up. Sheets of white lined every inch of the house, and her eyes settled onto the pistol levelled at her chest.

"Yvonne..." Whispered out the redhead, her hands slowly raising up to try defend herself, when the pistol slewed right and fired. The round bursting into Anna's head and sending gore splattering over the room as the lifeless corpse dropped, and was then pummelled by the remaining five bullets in the gun. The brunette was dead in a nano second, thankfully it was painless, but she was ruined by the rest of the bullets.

That was when the blood spattered Jess tried to step back. Shaking, trembling and terrified.
"No no no no..." She chanted. Shock setting in as the blonde lover approached. Watching as she stamped onto Anna's lifeless head.
"Why...What...no..." Muttered Jessica, but out of pure instinct, the older woman had to step forwards. Trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened.

 

[Jack Stalker]

"Why?..." Yvonne almost laughed, gesturing at Jessica with the gun before switching it to her left hand and reaching out with her right. She grasped at the woman's dress, gripping the bottom of the V which pointed down between her heaving tits, dragging her closer as she stepped forwards. Without even saying another word she forced her lips against Jessica's, her tongue slashing along the slit of her mouth until it was able to push its way inside. Her body clashed against her friends, pushing hard into her, forcing her back against the closed door behind her as he extricated her heel from Anna's face and steadied herself against the other woman. Hot heated breath and spit entwined about her lips as she devoured her lips with a dominating kiss and a hiss from her throat. Her hand wrenched and twisted at the dress where she held it, pulling it down to expose her nipples as they popped free of their constraints. Leaning away for a moment, strings of saliva still connected her lower lips to Jess's, she gave a twisted and cocky grin, filled with arrogance and confidence as she stared into the other woman's eyes, not even sparing a second glance for the corpse which mow lay behind her.

Yvonne could almost feel the blood pumping, now oozing, slowly out of Anna's corpse. The expensive scents they all wore could not diminish the stench of the gun powder which hung in the air, nor the taint of the red liquid which had splattered the wall and floor sheets. It hung cloyingly in the air, but was forced from her mind by the taste of Jess's lips. She paused, licking her own as she gripped the dress tighter, tugging it down enough to expose both of Jess's large tits which she had always viewed in contrast to her own. Her left hand brought the gun to bear between Jessica's legs, slowly easing up her dress to expose her legs as its heated barrel teased against her flesh. The barrel left a heated red trail up her inner thigh as Yvonne bore a dominating crude and callous looking gaze into her. "...why?" she snorted, bringing the barrel up sharply to press between Jessica's legs, the rounded cylinder pushing into the lips of her cunt through whatever underwear she might be wearing, or crudely into her splayed flesh if she wore none.

"...why? I'll tell you why Jessica. Because you fucking belong to <i>me</i> and you needed a sharp reminder of that fact. You just wouldn't listen, would you? I took you away from that bitch. <i>Me</i>. I took you away to be <i>mine</i>, I fucked you at meetings, I fucked you at work, I even brought you back here and stained your master fucking bedroom with your screams and your hot wet cum. But no, <i>you</i> wanted to stay with <i>her</i>, you wouldn't listen to reason. You wouldn't listen to what your <i>cunt</i> was telling you." she perfectly enunciated the word cunt, relishing in the filthy sound it made when it was spat from her angry and annoyed lips. "Well, if you won't listen to your cunt, then you will have to listen to me... and when I'm done I'm the only one you will be listening to." she snarled, releasing the dress she moved her hand upwards, over Jessica's tits, past her throat, snaking around behind her head until it was buried in her hair.

She pulled her in for another dominating passionate kiss, forcing her lips against hers, ignoring any resistance, her strong limbs making Jess do what she wanted for a change as she indulged herself. "Enough of the word no. No more bullshit about how you can't leave her, about how it would be too awkward, to problematic. Now its too fucking late. Now you are going to do as you are fucking told Jessica, because it's for your own good. For our own good." she hissed, sliding the gun against Jessica's slit, back and forth the silencer slid, grinding into her as Yvonne eased up on the grip she had on the other woman's hair. "Take it off. All of it." she nodded to the dress. "That's one of the ones she bought you. I'm not fucking you in that. Get rid of it. I want you naked, just like that time in that Tokyo office after closing. Strip down you bitch, you owe me for everything that I've had to go through today. The waiting, the solitude, the counting of the minutes until that fucking whore walked through the door." she seethed. "I want you, like when we first met and you couldn't control yourself. Like when you were begging em to fuck you, because you'd never experienced such fucking passion, least of all with that dried up cunt of a bitch." she turned her head to spit on Anna's warm corpse. "I'm going to fuck you Jessica, and you better make me believe that you fucking like it, that all this wasn't for nothing, because you were playing me or something. No, you better make me believe that you're happy to be rid of that slut."

 

[MissMayday]

The stench of Cordite permeated in the air for what seemed to be an age, lingering, sticking to the plastic, to the clothes, to her hair and skin. The terrible act had been done. 6 rounds of .38 calibre bullets had punched into her lover and tore her away in a moment of pure rage and murder. It was the only way to describe what had happened. A criminal act, despicable and malicious...yet so cooly executed and calmly thought out.

Yvonne was a fucking pyschopath, it was the only reasonable explanation, Jess had her suspicions that a few screws might have been loose from the blonde, but it was never anything deemed serious enough to look into. The older redhead just believed her adulterous lover had a few eccentric kinks and desires, yet the truth seemed much much darker...And now Anna had paid for Jessica's poor perception dearly.

"Yvonne...Yvonne...she's my...she was my wife..." Gasped out the redhead. Her cheeks splattered with gore. Crimson streaks running across the womans cheeks and mixing with the tears that now freely flowed forth, even as she was pulled into a steamy, passionate make out session, literally over the top of her still cooling wife's corpse. The stench of death began to fill the room. It was growing cold...and Jessica knew that things were going to get a lot more dangerous before they were going to get safer.

She didn't shy away from the blondes forceful fingers, or her hungry lips. Their tongues duelling back and forth for a few moments as the shock gently melted away to a manageable level and allowed her to regain her senses. Only Yvonne was a muderer for the minute, the HR manager was still clean as their lips parted, and her heavy tits were revealed. She allowed the lustful murderer a moment to monologue and rub the uncomfortably hot gun up her thigh, moaning slightly as it parted her pussy lips and applied quite a lovely heat to her sensitive clit, instantly a wetness forming between her legs and an inadvertant moan escaping her lips.

"Yes..." She muttered at the order to strip. Reaching back and unzipping, only to reveal that beneath the cream dress she was commando and nude. Bare save for the white heels accentuating her legs.

"Then what...what are you waiting for?" Jess stammered out weakly. Trying not to throw up as the adrenaline wore off, and the smell hit hard.

 

[Jack Stalker]

"Don't give me that 'she was my wife' bullshit. It won't fly Jess. She wasn't your loving wife when you were fucking me on her bed, was she? When I made you cum, while you were shoved over the bathroom sink she wasn't your wife, was she? When you flooded my mouth with your juices and then I drilled you with a toy in the back seat of your expensive car, the one she bought for you, she wasn't your wife then either. All those times she was just some weight around your neck that was getting in the way of you fucking me. Wasn't she? If you gave a flying fuck about her then you wouldn't have been with me, would you?" she smirked as she looked at Jessica, letting her gaze trail up and don the woman the same way she had the first day she had fucked her. Too delicious to ignore, even if married. In fact the fact that she had been married had only made Yvonne want to fuck her harder and longer. Stealing another woman's girl? There was a delicious buzz to that which she could not ignore.

She pulled the gun away from Jessica's thighs, holding the barrel up in front of her. "Yeah, you're so upset about me killing your fucking bitch of a wife, you're wetting yourself... except that this isn't you wetting yourself, is it Jess? You're soaking yourself because you are a horny, fuck hungry, little bitch who wants me. A fuck hungry slut who never wanted her wife... and who knows that she is going to get a fucking tonight, one that's far better than anything she would have gotten from the whore she married." she hissed, grinning as she tossed the gun onto a table by the door, bringing both her hands up onto Jess's shoulders as she licked her lips again. She paused, taking a good few moments to look Jess over as she stripped down. The other woman wasn't in the same tight bodied and firm state that Yvonne was, but she liked it that way. Soft curves and round tits met her gaze and she shook her head with her admiring glances. "Waiting? Nothing. Just to tell you not to worry about this mess that used to share your bed." she thumbed towards the corpse. "When you look back on this night in years to come, you won't recall what even happened to her face, all you will be thinking about is how many times I made your sorry ass come." she smirked.

Spinning Jessica around she pushed her up against the front door, wrestling with her own dress she dragged up the skirt enough so that she could pull around and into place the double ended vibe she had been concealing along one thigh. One end slipped coolly into her sopping cunny, already dripping with lust and excitement at what she had done. The other, longer and fatter end jutted out from her pussy now, spearing up and waiting to be sheathed in Jessica when she decided it was time. "You kept me waiting way too long. Way too fucking long and this is what you get for that, you nasty little bitch. You get owned." she seethed. She spat into one hand and smeared the spittle over the obscene length of the toy jutting out of her own cunt, then reached down to slap Jessica's ass, before plying her cheeks apart. With one hand she splayed open Jess's pussy lips, then with the other she guided the head of the buzzing phallus until it was resting up[ against Jess's cunt.

With a huff and a grunt she speared it up and into her, just a few feet away from a gurgling mess of blood and gore she drove her pseudo cock deep onto Jess's cunt and let it sit there a while, he cool length growing hot inside her tight searing cunny. Then she pulled back, and started to saw it back and forth into her tight vaginal tract, fucking her with the toy as though it were her own huge shaft. Slick with spit and fuck juice, it drove back and forth with a relentless hum, drilling deep towards Jessica's core with one end and vibrating and throbbing within Yvonne's own gash with a vigorous pattern of shuddering jolts. Yvonne's breath grew a little ragged as she placed her hands on Jessica's hips, grasping handfuls of her flesh as she began to slowly increase the pace and penetration, thrusting deeper, harder, faster.

"Fuck yess..." Yvonne hissed, beginning to lose herself in the moment. Her hips slapped into Jessica's ass, leaving the buttocks quivering as she slammed back and forth, trying to work up a sheen of froth along the phallus as she used it to drill out Jess's cunt from behind. She leaned in, hands moving from Jess's hips to snake around to her tits. She filled her hands with Jess's mounds, thumb and forefingers twisted at her nipples as she leaned in to kiss her shoulder, then mark it with a pattern of crescents from her teeth. Jess made her feel so wild, so aggressive, so feral and predatory. All this was her fault and she would make her suffer for it, suffer on her fingers, her tongue, her imitation cock. There would be no mercy for the red haired tease. None.

"Tell me you're mine Jess. Tell me. I just killed your fucking wife... right in front of you. I just shot her dead because I couldn't bear the thought of one more night passing without you. I couldn't take one more night thinking about her fingers inside you, her lips on you, her juices spilling into your lips. You're mine Jess. You fucking belong to me, understand? I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away from me, anyone." she grunted, pausing to briefly adjust the strap on, before returning to the constant deep pressure of her fucking. The door shook along with Jess's body as she was fucked against it, her tits trapping Yvonne's hands between wood and flesh as she was shoved forwards and mercilessly pounded now. "Tell me, tell me how you hated her and how you always wanted me. Tell me..." she gasped, the feedback from the phallus beginning to cause her weeping slit to flood down to soak her own thighs as Jess teetered on her heels from the steady unrelenting thudding impacts.

 

[MissMayday]

The wave of emotions was almost enough to cause Jessica to buckle right then and there. Her mind was screaming, begging for her to throw the door open and run. Blood spattered, sweating, crying and screaming. Surely someone would come running, some macho man to burst out of the woods. Weapon in hand to slay the psychopathic blonde behind. Surely a neighbour had heard the shots, or seen Yvonne breaking into the house?

All of the ideas were just poor, shock induced fantasies. The nearest house was almost three acres away, separated through a nice long row of tree's. She was nude, wearing obscenely high heels which would only snap her ankles the minute she tried to advance at anything faster than a power walk. Besides...she was deviously wet, and a certain desire was now burning through her loins. Both through the teasing of the still warm silencer...but also the mental freedom. The idea of 'just fuck it all' and going with what her dripping cunny desired. It was irrational, immoral and against everything she had ever thought of.

But damn...it was a liberating thought.

The strong hand of her now -sole- lover, took hold of her older body and with a quick movement, Jessica was pinned up against the door with a mewl of pain, the chilled glass pressing against her sensitive nipples. The wave of different feelings rushing through her was enough to cause her cunt to gush with wanton abandon, a fact that Yvonne didn't take long to pick up on. Her red hair fell from it's carefully arranged waves, giving her the beginnings of a 'freshly fucked' look as her murderous lover began to take control, and slip the double ended cock inside of her eager pussy.

And in an odd way, the blonde was right. Jess had neglected Anna. All of those moments of infidelity, of secret trysts in the night...the time she forced Yvonne between her legs in the back of a limo riding through the streets of Paris with the privacy glass between them and the driver, the time she'd fingered the blonde in the shower in Miami for the better part of an hour...she had been a greedy, wanton bitch. Demanding the attentions of two beautiful women, and never comitting to either of them.

Was Yvonne correct?
Was Jessica to blame for Annas death? The seeds of doubt had been planted.

The dildo was pushed in, vibrating and buzzing, sending Jessica into a long, drawn out moan of pleasure. The adrenaline releasing as pure sex as she began to be fucked up against the glass. Yvonne's words were lost as a white haze filled Jessica's view. Moaning into the glass as her thick arse was pounded by the younger lover. Already, mini-orgasms starting to rattle through the redheads core, only accentuated as her now hyper-sensitive tits were assaulted.

"You murdered...your a killer..." She moaned. Her cunt gushing as she reached down and grabbed one of the hands latched onto her tit. Pushing it further. Squeezing it tighter as she turned her head a fraction, glancing over her shoulder to the blonde.

"But you're my fucking killer...and my murder...and I'm your bitch." She growled out. The pure, unrestrained hunger of a lustful woman as she started bouncing back against the cock. Fucking her lesbian lover.
"You killed the cunt...I've wanted her dead years...I only want to be yours!" Chanted the woman. Their lewd slapping filling the hallway of the front corridor. Blood, sweat and cum mixing on Jessica's thighs as she was violated.

 

[Jack Stalker]

It wasn't about getting herself off, she was soaking, granted, but this was about making Jessica come like a cheap whore and flood with the right kind of emotions. Yvonne wanted her to look back on this day and just recall that the day she had her hardest most violent orgasm, just happened to be the day her whore of a wife got what was coming to her. Despite being into woman, Yvonne knew that Jess liked the feeling of a hard cock ramming into her tight cunt, so that was what she gave her, over and over again, with the deepest and hardest thrusts she could muster as she mauled and scratched at her tits, leaving her mark on her woman, just the way she liked it. Pausing a, moment she managed to kick off one of her strapped heels, then push off the other with her toes.

Although she was now bare foot she still had a few inches height over Jessica, using them to dominate her as she took up a steadier stance. Her feet lay flat to the plastic now, as she delivered stroke after merciless stroke to Jess's sopping wet cunny, grunting and hissing as though it were a real cock she was using to defile her tight flesh. The sensations shivered through its length until they shuddered into her own tight cunny, letting her feel and benefit from each hard thrusts he forced into Jessica's impossibly tight cunt. "AUUhhH!" she couldn't help but groan out loud when she finally hilted in her lover, the feeling of satisfaction at having forced her open and compelled her to take the whole length finally manifesting in a triumphant moan. An aggressive and powerful lust burned in her veins and her dominant side flared, almost out of control. The killing, the fucking, all those sensations blended together like a perfect cocktail of the most expensive drug she'd ever tried. It was a feeling that she knew she could get used to.

"Jess... you are so fucking wet!" Yvonne could see the sopping secretions of her battered cunt slopping out to soak the phallus, strings of girlish pseudo cum lathering the length and splattering to Jess's thighs as Yvonne fucked her, relishing the ease with which she was now able to drill into the red heads tight gash. Sex and death filled her thoughts and the combination was a mix she knew she would need to experience again. They were right, once you killed you always wanted to do it again. She had heard that, right? It wasn't just her own insane thoughts raging inside her as she pounded into Jessica's narrow tract. She continued to molest her tits as she did so, heaving her against the door, squashing her fat breasts into the glass, but never letting go of the nipples as she assaulted them with thumb and forefinger.

She felt Jessica's hand on hers, mauling her tit even harder. She looked up to see her looking over her shoulder at her, and in that moment felt her own cunt flood with anticipation and pleasure, dripping strings of juice down her thighs as she increased the pace of her pounding, fucking Jess even more aggressively. She grit her teeth, moving her other hand away from Jess's tit to grasp a handful of her hair. "Yes, I fucking murdered her... for you." she grunted. "Yes, I fucking killed her... for you!" she growled out the words like a lioness. "And I'd fucking do it again. I'd kill a thousand whores to keep them away from the woman I love. To keep them away from... UUAuuHHHHNN... to keep them away from you." she grunted loudly, fucking her harder and harder, a constant, steady throbbing against her clit as the phallus stretched out her gash and invaded the depths of her cunny.

"Fuck yes..." she gasped through her clenched teeth as Jess began to give in to the sick twisted allure of fucking a murderer. "Fuck me harder bitch, make yourself fucking come all over my cock." she almost chuckled at the obscenities which rolled off her tongue. She let go of Jess's tits, scratching her fingernails down one ass cheek, then slapping the other, leaving her red palm print glowing on it as she hammered thrust after thrust and stroke after stroke into Jessica's sopping slit. "Fucking come for me bitch, show me how much you love it, how much you love me." she groaned. It was too much, and she didn't want to come until she had the opportunity to pour her juices into Jessica's mouth and wash them across her face. She kept Jess slammed against the glass, her left hand bound in her hair. Reaching down with her right hand she pulled the phallus out of her own dripping cunt and began to fuck Jessica hard, brutal thrusts driven into her by the power of her arm, as she gripped the phallus with her right hand. Her mouth moved to her shoulder, her neck, her throat. "Come on you filthy bitch, fucking come for me, come for your Yvonne. Give me what you could never give her, pour your fucking soul all over my cock until you soak my wrist you little slut." she hissed.

 

[MissMayday]

Jessica didn't know what was happening, she didn't care, she just wanted more of whatever Yvonne was giving her. She thrust her hips back to meet the hungry humping of her lover, her face smashing against the window, her tits turning red raw as her clit burned in sheer ecstasy. The adrenaline that was tearing through her body was changing, whilst initially her body had flooded her system with fight or flight endorphins, supressing her emotions, dampening her feelings, turning the world into a fuzzy grey haze of danger...now it was clear. Vibrant, the colours popping, from the wonderful tanned skin of the women, the crimson on the crunching plastic that now pooled around their feet.

"Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Roared the woman. Feeling the vibrating cock digging deep into her cunny, feeling the pinching of her nipples, and wonderfully the fist in her hair. It was enough to make the older woman crumple back into the arms of her blonde lover. Gasping for breath, heart hammering and brain aflame...

Finally with a shuddering spasm that took control of every synapse in her body, the redhead exploded into orgasm. Screaming as her knees buckled and she was forced to the ground. She went limp. Whimpering as her cunt gushed, the minute the cock was pulled out, a jet of clear fem-cum shot out. Squirting all over Yvonne's foot, and even desecrating the now cooling corpse in the corner as a wonderful puddle of cum and blood melted together in the plastic on the floor.

"Shit! Shit shit shit!" Moaned the redhead. Still orgasming a good twenty seconds after the initial hit. It was the most intense orgasm of her life, by far, and she loved it. As debauched, terrible and costly as it was...she needed another.

Perhaps Yvonne was on the right path...murder did have quite a buzz to it...

In the madness that Jessica's mind was after the orgasm, through lidded eyes she turned to the divine like figure of Yvonne. The lesbian bathed in light from the hall behind. Beautiful and terrifying.
"You killed for me..." Whispered out the redhead...a new fire in her eyes. "Let me kill for you..." She finally broke out. Shuddering on the floor, feeling ready to pass out.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Thump, thump, thump, the sound of the plastic vibe being driven in and out of Jessica's dripping cunt merged with the occasional sap of flesh on flesh, as Yvonne's wrist slapped into her ass or her lips smacked against a shoulder. She twisted the device, screwing it into her lover now, as she picked up the pace and hammered it in, stroke after stroke. Not only curving the thing to massage against her clit from within, but using it to apply its buzzing pressure to every inch of her tight deep cunt as it was driven inside Jessica until its slick shining surface began to encroach on the side which had been embedded in Yvonne's own narrow tract. Yvonne's eyes widened, she wasn't sure she would have been able to take as much as Jessica clearly could, but that only served to turn her on further and step up the rapid assault on her lover, drilling, pounding, thrusting the toy into her now with a fierce gusto and the occasional satisfied hiss of pleasure at seeing Jessica take it on her clear descent into willing and yielding obedience to the woman bringing her pleasure in the atmosphere of madness.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, was it form the excitement of having murdered Anna with bullets, or waist from the frenzy of feverish ecstasy she was extracting from the writhing form of her lovers she pummelled her tight slot with the obscene length of the double ended vibe? It was hard to say and she could have cared less, the sounds coming from her were enough to satisfy her cravings and feed her lust, more than enough to keep her occupied as she dildo fucked Jessica's viciously tight vaginal tract with the stand in penis she wielded in her fist. It was so hard, could pierce deeper than any tongue or twisting fingers, she wondered how there weren't more rapists in the world, how did men manage to stop themselves from seeking out whoever they could to drive their cocks into. If she had a real one she doubted that Jess would have been able to stand by this point tin their relationship. As it stood, any bouts of toy fucking were interspersed with finger and tongue use, as she explored her flesh and was fucked in return when the need and craving demanded it.

At Jess's proclamation that she wanted Yvonne to fuck her, she did just that. Violent and hard thrusts were driven into her core, she battered her cunny with the thick rod, mercilessly fucking into her with a feverish gusto as she watched Jess devolve into nothing more than an orgasm hungry slut, her whole body shivering as she bucked and writhed and then collapsed to her knees as she orgasmed violently onto both the toy and Yvonne herself. She saw Jess's cum slash across her toes, wiggling them against the feel of her lovers girlish fluids, then smirked cockily as she watched strings of Jess's ejaculated fluids splatter against Anna's corpse. She let out a laugh. "Look what you did you filthy slut." she chuckled, licking the vibe, sucking on Jessica's juices for a while as her orgasm subsided, before she knelt down, wrestling Jess's head about by a fistful of her hair, so she could kiss her on the lips, allowing her to taste her own fem cum on her tongue. "You came all over your dead wife. Any cops do their DNA shit on that and you'll be as guilty as me, you twisted little fuck." she moaned, before lashing her tongue against Jessica's and continuing the kiss.

Shaking her head as she pulled back she gave a frown. "No, I killed her for us, not you." she corrected Jessica. "And if I'd known what a nasty, twisted, evil little whore you could be, then I would have put a gun to your head and made you strangle the life out of her yourself. That would have made me cum so fucking hard, watching you throttle the fuck out of her. It would have made me so fucking wet to see that, to see you corrupting yourself, giving in to your inner wickedness, just for me." she admitted with a smirk. "But now you don't have to, unless you want to choke out her dead body." she finished.

Standing up she looked down at Jessica, the flush of an orgasm still glowing on her skin. Lifting her foot she placed her bare sole against Jessica's chest, between her breasts. Her toes splayed out between her tits as she loomed over her with a grin, "Clean my foot off, you got your cum all over my toes." she told her, looking down at her with a raw confidence similar to that when she had first attracted her attention back in the office one day. "Lick it off me. All of it... and when you are done, bring your mouth up here and thank me properly or fucking up your whore of a wife" she added, reaching down she pulled up her tight fitting dress to expose the lips of her cunt, hanging and drenched beneath a hairless mound, a lone finger brought to stroke between the puffy lips to expose her shining pink gash which was streaking her thighs with her girlish juices already.

 

[MissMayday]

Jessica was a whimpering, ragged mess on the floor. Her cunt gaping, drooling out girlish cum. Her tits were bruised and already starting to darken, and her fine fiery mane of hair was nothing more than a sweaty mess as she gently rested her head on the cool plastic. Sweat still beading off of her older, but still sexy form. Every part of her body, from her twitching toes to the farthest extent of her finger tips was buzzing. It seemed that the Vibe had taken quite a toll on her nervous system.

She looked over and saw the trail of cum dripping from Anna's now cooling form. Clear droplets beading on her calves and on the now ruined black high heels. It was a small motion, but whilst it should have brought about a pang of guilt from the now unmarried older woman, it instead brought some form of sinful liberation. A mad laugh breaking out of her chest at the notion of strangling out Anna, listening to the gurgling death throes as Yvonne no doubt fingered herself to the sight of 'her' lover murdering her dear wife.

"Well then...let's not get caught..." She purred. The hint of the older seductress poking through for a moment as she leaned in, seeing the clear beads between Yvonne's toes. They were beautifully framed between her heavy tits, and for a moment Jessica merely reached down and playeed with her own tits, massaging the foot with the heavy globes of flesh. Blood still flecked over her neck and cheek as she leaned her head down and began to suckle. First the big toe, lavashing every inch lovingly beore working her way over the arch, over the ball of the foot and cleaning every last bit. Even the areas that were already clear, she knew Yvonne liked a thorough tongue bath.

Finally satisfied with her efforts, the older woman staggered to her feet, leaning on the wall for support as her legs juddered visibly from the intense fucking. Her lips pressed back against the blondes desperately, her fingers snaking down the tight stomach to rub at the puffy pussy lips.

"Thank you..." She whispered into the blondes ear before giving her ear lobe a long kiss, and slowly trailing it over her jawline, working closer and closer to her full lips. Finally, they were captured in her lovers embrace, and with a stab of her finger, penetrated inside of the blondes needy cunt.

"Maybe we should move this upstairs..." She purred.
"Unless you want Anna to watch..." She added with a mad giggle. Looking at the now stagnant pool of blood in the many folds of the plastic sheeting.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Yvonne shivered all over, her skin flaring with sensation as she watched Jessica 'tit fuck' her foot, squeezing her cum covered toes between her breasts, before bringing her mouth and tongue to bear against her bared flesh. She closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the wet heat against her foot, as Jessica cleansed her, sucking, licking, burning her with raw lust and heat. She mouth fucked each of her toes in turn, until they were free of the girlish ejaculate which had slashed across them from Jessica wracking orgasm moments before. Satisfied momentarily with the attention she had received, Yvonne indulged herself as Jess stood, moving to fuck Jess's mouth with her tongue, using the same energy and enthusiasm as she had been fucking her with the phallic toy. She even shuddered when Jess penetrated her pussy with her fingers, squeezing her at the large fingers with her cunt muscles as they drove into her tight confines, feeling her red headed lover forcing her pussy lips apart and making them conform to the invasive penetration of her digits. It caused her to let out a long slow blissful gasp from between her lips as she did so, her hands moving to grasp both a handful of Jess's hair and to rest on her shoulder.

"Maybe you should use your mouth the way I told you to." growled Yvonne through gritted teeth, as Jessica suggested moving. She wrestled her hand into her red mane, her other hand forcing down on her shoulder as she attempted to force Jessica back down onto her knees. "This isn't Anna you are dealing with. This isn't your 'wife' you are ordering about. I couldn't give a fuck about her corpse, what I give a fuck about is that you understand something. You're mine now, no more sharing, no more fucking that dead cow instead of me. And when I tell you I want something, I expect you to give it to me." she gasped, tugging at Jessica's hair, pulling her face closer to her groin. "You want me to retire somewhere else? Then you better convince me that I need to. Convince me with that sweet mouth, that hot tongue and those juicy lips, that I need to go 'lie down' in order to come on your face." she hissed, a crooked grin on her face as she shifted her stance, bringing her weeping slit closer and closer to those perfect ruby lips which were already stained with their combined lust.

"You sound a little crazy baby, one moment you are calling me a murderer, next you want to kill for me? I don't know if I like it, I don't know if I want it." she shook her head. "We'll see what happens, see what we can wok out.. but right now I know exactly what you know, that your hot wet cunt..." she paused on that word, licking her lips, "...it wants me, not some dead whore. It wants me, because it knows that I'm the only one that can make it weep with joy and flood your thighs with your own wicked and sinful secretions." she grinned. Raw arrogance, confidence and dominance flooded forth from her now, fuelled by lust and adrenalin, fuelled by the knowledge that she had just murdered her lovers whore of a wife...

... and she had enjoyed every moment of it, every bullet, every sound that dead slut had made as she slumped to the ground and pissed out her life in a river of red, red deeper and darker than even Jess's glorious mane. "Don't make me wait or I'll punish you. Punish that ass of yours. Punish you for every night I had to spend alone, rubbing myself until I cried out your name, because you were here, fucking that slut instead of the woman you wanted to be with, instead of me." she finished, her hungry eyes fixed on Jessica's... demanding, commanding, expectant...

 

[MissMayday]

Yvonne was a dominating bitch, and that was what Jess loved so much. At the start of the relationship, Jessica had naively assumed that the blonde lover would just be a quick fling, a fun little fuck-buddy on long overseas trips. To get her rocks off on the side whenever she felt it, but less than a month into their little affair, the redhead knew she was dealing with a different beast entirely. Yvonne was not a woman you could control. She was a woman you channelled. There wasn't an on or off switch, just raw emotion being thrown into whatever direction the lusty blonde had aimed it at.

Which should have been a big indicator for the more mature woman to stay away from the crazy bitch.

But it didn't happen, the champagne fuelled strap-on nights, the decadent, wanton fucking in first class bathrooms on overseas flights, the all consuming lust that seemed to pervade every moment they were with eachother...it was all too much. It was corrupting, and every time they fucked, Jessica found her power slipping bit by bit. What started off as an even relationship with an equal share of power...well it had slipped. Fast.

Leading to the events of the night, the dead wife, and the now blood soaked, abused and still shocked redhead as her lover lowered her cunt. The delicious smells of her weeping slit automatically causing Jessica's lips to part and eagerly accept in the woman's puffy pussy. Her tongue slashing out, striking both cunt lips, digging deep, swirling around her clit. She ignored the pain from her scalp as her hair was pulled, she ignored the terrible ache that now filled her empty pussy, she just kept licking to her absolute limit. Determined to try cause the blonde to cream and scream. She didn't answer verbally, she just acted, and acted wonderfully at that. Even as her jaw ached, she just kept licking and sucking on the heavenly lips of her lover.