Thread: Murder and Mistresses! (Jack Stalker and 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.