Thread: Murder and Mistresses! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

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.