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

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 imei and you needed a sharp reminder of that fact. You just wouldn't listen, would you? I took you away from that bitch. iMei. I took you away to be iminei, 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, iyoui wanted to stay with iheri, you wouldn't listen to reason. You wouldn't listen to what your icunti 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.