Nat's Dilemma...

As the two agents kiss passionately, Natasha doesn’t even realize her hands are free until her finger rests against the trigger. Instinctively, she grips it tightly, feeling it in her grasp, drawing comfort and strength as she lets it bring her back to reality. Breaking the kiss, Black Widow looks dazed as she glances quickly between me and Agent Hill. Her mind is still filled with **** hunger, need and lust. The thoughts threaten to consume her, a small part of still clinging to the hope that they will. Widow realizes if she shoots me, she's condemning Agent Hill to ****.

"H-Hill… I… so lost.” Natasha whispers.

"I know." Maria nods, her body still gyrating, rocking, and pressing against Black Widow. "I'm sorry, Nat." Hill whispers, half-moaning against the other girl's neck. She kisses it softly, sucking on the soft tender flesh before moaning a reply. "Do what you need to do."

I watch both women without saying a word, smiling as the emotional turmoil unfolds.

With Hill's body gyrating against her, it's hard for Natasha to focus. As the other girl kisses her neck, it becomes nearly impossible. Black Widow leans in, kissing her friend hungrily for a long moment before attempting to shake herself out of it once more.

"I… I'm sorry, Maria." Natasha whispers, pulling the gun free from between her legs. Her head is screaming, her mind telling her to just shoot me already. Her body however, already feels empty at the loss of the cold-steel. Black Widow shakes her head with determination, raising the gun level to my chest. A crooked grin crosses her face as she prepares to end this twisted game.

Just then, Agent Hill's lips latch on to Widow's neck once more. Her body rubs over Natasha, her hard nipples sliding over the other woman's smooth flesh. Black Widow moans in pleasure, her concentration broken as the rush of lust and passion suddenly crashes down on her once more.

"Ohhhh..." Natasha moans softly as she allows the sensations to take hold. "D-dammit… Hill." She whimpers as her arm falls in defeat. Reluctantly, she holds the gun out to me.

Smirking, I take the pistol from Black Widow, tracing and sliding it back down her body then over her wet slit. The surface is cold and smooth as I rub it back and forth over the lips of her pussy.

Maria continues to kiss Natasha harder, deep and long, realizing that her friend just spared her life. Hill's hands reach up to caress Widow's breasts, squeezing and groping them hungrily.

"Now, Agent Romanov, where were we?" I ask quietly, teasing the redhead's pussy with the gun-shaft. I smile, pointing the barrel up inside her cunt. "Ah yes... you were about to tell me to fuck you with your own weapon, weren't you?"