Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Angry Kevin

On the screen, we watched as Kevin took out his phone, his thumb swiping across the screen as he checked his messages. SERA, having hacked into his phone’s front camera, gave us a close-up view of his expression as he noticed the video message.

Kevin’s brow furrowed, and he discreetly lowered the volume before tapping the play icon. The first image that filled his screen was his wife’s flushed face, her cheeks a deep shade of red, her eyes glazed with lust.

As the camera panned down, he could see her hard, erect nipples, begging for attention, her tits heaving with each ragged breath. His eyes widened in shock as the camera moved lower still, displaying in vivid, explicit detail my thick cock sliding into Paige’s wet, eager pussy.

”Look at his face,” Paige giggled, her hand stroking her pussy faster as we watched Kevin’s reaction. ”He can’t believe what he’s seeing.” Her voice was laced with malice and excitement, her body trembling with a renewed surge of lust.

Kevin’s jaw clenched as he watched Paige’s face contort with pleasure, her mouth forming the words, ”Please, Jack, fuck me harder.” He recognized the environment, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings of his study. The video shifted from the study to the bedroom, where Paige was on her knees, her mouth stuffed full of my cock, her eyes watering as she gagged on my length.

It moved to the kitchen, where she was bent over the counter, my cock pounding into her from behind, her tits pressed against the cold marble. Then to the bathroom, where she was riding me, her tits bouncing, water cascading over our bodies as she moaned my name like a filthy, desperate prayer.

Kevin’s face turned a deep shade of red, his eyes filled with a mix of anger, humiliation, and unshed tears. He glanced around the conference room, checking if anyone had noticed his turmoil. Slamming his phone face down on the table, he picked up his sunglasses and shoved them onto his face, his hands trembling with barely contained rage.

”The meeting is over,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding, a vein pulsing in his temple. ”We will discuss this later.” He didn’t wait for a response, pushing his chair back with a violent scrape and storming out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

We watched as he hurried to his car, his movements jerky and fueled by rage, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. As he started the engine, I turned to the speaker. ”SERA, connect to the GPS screen in his car and play our full porn video at maximum volume. Let’s make him go fucking crazy.”

I thought of something and asked SERA, my voice steady and commanding. ”SERA, can you hack into the satellite and do live monitoring anywhere in the world?”

SERA’s response was instant, her voice crisp and efficient. ”Master, I can do it with your permission.”

A smirk played on my lips, a sense of power and control surging through me. ”Do it,” I ordered, my voice leaving no room for doubt. ”Hack the satellite and give me live monitoring capabilities. I want to be able to track anyone’s live location and access any camera—dash cam, security cam, mobile cam, webcam, any camera—directly.”

SERA acknowledged the command with a swift, ”Yes, Master. Initiating satellite hack and live monitoring protocol.”

The screen in front of me flickered to life, a world map appearing, dotted with countless live camera feeds. I could see streets, buildings, even inside homes—a god’s-eye view of the world, all at my fingertips. The sense of power was intoxicating, the knowledge that nowhere was hidden from me, that I could see and know all.

I turned my attention back to the task at hand, my eyes narrowing as I focused on Kevin’s car, speeding through the streets. With Sera’s capabilities at my command, I was a puppet master, pulling the strings, orchestrating the symphony of chaos that was about to unfold.

”SERA, keep a close eye on Kevin,” I commanded my voice a low growl. ”I want to know his every move, his every breath. And be ready to act on my command.”

Sera’s response was immediate, her voice a steady, reliable presence. ”Yes, Master. Live monitoring of Kevin initiated. Awaiting your commands.”

Paige laughed, her eyes gleaming with malice and excitement, her hand working her pussy rubbing it faster as we watched Kevin’s car speed through the streets. The sounds of our fucking filled his car, Paige’s moans of ”Aaaaah, Jack, fuck me, aaah!’ echoing through the speakers, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

His face was a picture of barely suppressed rage and humiliation, his eyes wild as he tried to focus on the road, our filthy, explicit video playing on a loop, a constant, brutal reminder of his wife’s infidelity.

”This is so fucking hot,” Paige moaned, her body trembling with excitement as her pussy clenched with need. ”I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe we’re making him watch.” Her voice was a breathless, desperate whisper, her eyes locked onto the screen, her body already responding to the sheer, filthy thrill of our shared, forbidden act.

Kevin abruptly stopped the car, his breath coming in ragged, furious gasps. He jabbed at the screen, trying to stop the video, his fingers clawing at the controls. He tried to lower the volume, his hands trembling with rage, but it was no use—Sera had complete control, turning his car into a mobile theater of his humiliation.

”Fuck!” he roared, his voice echoing through the car as he slammed his fists against the steering wheel. In a fit of desperation, he threw open the door and stormed out, his eyes wild and frantic.

He scanned the ground, his breath misting in the cool air, until he spotted a large, jagged stone. He picked it up, his knuckles white as he gripped it tightly.

With a primal, enraged scream, he smashed the stone against the screen, the glass shattering under the force of his blow. ”Bitch!” he yelled, his voice hoarse with fury. ”I’ll kill you! Motherfucker, I’ll kill both of you! Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!” His screams echoed through the quiet street, a raw, primal symphony of his rage and humiliation.

Despite his violent efforts, the sound continued to play, Paige’s moans of pleasure filling the car, a filthy, taunting reminder of his cuckoldry. ”Fuck!” he roared again, his hands tearing at the wires behind the broken screen.

He yanked them out, his breath coming in harsh, desperate gasps as he tried to silence the tormenting sounds. Finally, with a last, violent tug, the moans stopped, leaving only the ragged, furious sound of his own breath.

He stood there for a moment, his body trembling with adrenaline and rage, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control. Then, with a final, angry growl, he stormed back to the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. The engine roared to life, and he peeled out, the tires screeching as he sped towards his house, towards the source of his humiliation.

”This slut didn’t let me touch her,” he seethed, his voice a low, dangerous growl. ”Now this motherfucking bitch is making a cuckold out of me. I will kill those dogs and bitches together.” His words were a dark, violent promise, his eyes filled with a wild, uncontrolled rage as he sped through the streets, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance and retribution.