Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Private Plane

With a final, powerful thrust, I buried my cock deep inside Paige, feeling her body tense and convulse as she cried out in ecstasy. As her orgasm subsided, I slowly withdrew my cock from her, the sensation of her tight, gripping walls reluctantly releasing me sending a shiver of satisfaction down my spine.

I looked around the room, taking in the aftermath of our shared passion and debauchery. Julie and Karen lay sprawled across the dining table, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum, their chests heaving with exhaustion. Their eyes were closed, their limbs entwined as they basked in the glow of their shared pleasure and surrender.

On the floor, Jessica, Margaret, and Stella lay in a tangle of limbs and bodies, their breath coming in soft, desperate gasps as they recovered from the intense, overwhelming sensations of our shared encounter. Their skin was flushed, their hair disheveled, and their bodies marked with the evidence of our collective lust and desire.

As I surveyed the scene, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over me. I had claimed each and every one of these women, had fucked them, possessed them, and made them mine. Their pleasure was a testament to my dominance, my virility, and my insatiable appetite.

With a contented sigh, I sat down on the nearest chair. Paige, her body limp and exhausted, curled up in my arms, her head resting against my chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

I held her close, my arms wrapped protectively around her as I stroked her back, my touch gentle and soothing.

I carried each of them to the bathroom and we took a hot shower together where I once again fucked their mouth and gave them deep throat, cumming inside their mouth and shoved my cock inside Margaret’s anal giving her a good ramming.

After we emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and rejuvenated, I glanced at my watch and noticed it was already late at night, around 9 PM. I recalled that I had instructed SERA to book a private plane to take us directly to Beverly Hills.

“SERA, what’s the status of our flight?” I inquired, my voice steady and commanding.

SERA responded promptly, “Master, the private plane will be ready for departure at approximately 10 PM. Everything is in order and awaiting your arrival.”

I nodded, satisfied with the update, and made my way to the living room to wait. Soon, the women began to emerge from their showers, their faces flushed and their bodies wrapped in towels. They looked refreshed and ready for the next leg of our journey.

“Everyone, get dressed and prepare to leave,” I instructed, my voice firm yet gentle. “The plane will be waiting for us at the airport, and we need to be there by 10 PM.”

The women moved quickly, gathering their belongings and getting dressed. Within a short time, everyone was ready, and we made our way to the car.

The drive to the airport was smooth and uneventful, the anticipation of our new life in Beverly Hills filling the air with a sense of excitement and possibility.

As we pulled up to the airport, the car rolled to a smooth stop. The women, their eyes wide with anticipation and excitement, quickly exited the vehicle, eager to begin the next leg of our journey. I stepped out last, taking a moment to pause and survey the area. The parking lot was quiet, with no one else in sight.

Despite my newfound wealth and the ability to buy any car in the world, this vehicle held sentimental value. It was my first car, a symbol of my journey and achievements. I decided to keep it as a collection, a reminder of where I started.

Before storing my car in the system storage, I wanted to ensure our privacy and security. I turned to SERA, my voice low and commanding. “SERA, scan the area for any cameras or surveillance equipment.”

SERA responded promptly, its virtual eyes scanning the environment. “Master, I have detected a camera pointed toward the parking area. It is located on the southeast corner of the building, approximately 30 meters away.”

I nodded, my mind already formulating a plan. “SERA, can you access and control the camera’s feed?”

“Yes, Master,” SERA replied efficiently. “I have infiltrated the camera’s system and have gained control of the recording.”

A satisfied smile played on my lips as I gave my next command. “Good. Loop the last five minutes of footage without our presence and erase any record of our arrival. Ensure that no one can trace our movements or identify us from the surveillance.”

SERA acknowledged the order. “Understood, Master. The camera feed has been successfully altered, and all traces of our arrival have been erased.”

Turning to the women, I saw their eager faces waiting for my lead. “Alright, everyone,” I said, my voice filled with confidence and determination. “Let’s head inside and board our plane. Our new life in Beverly Hills awaits.”

I looked at Julie and the others, a smile playing on my lips. “Once we reach Beverly Hills, I’ll buy a new car for each of you,” I announced, my voice filled with generosity and warmth.

The women’s faces lit up, their eyes shining with gratitude and excitement. Julie beamed at me, her smile radiant and genuine. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft and appreciative. The others echoed her sentiment, their voices a chorus of thanks and anticipation.

Together, we entered the airport, our steps confident and our spirits high. The private plane awaited us on the tarmac, a gleaming symbol of our new life and the adventures that lay ahead. As we approached the aircraft, I could feel the energy of the group shifting, the reality of our new beginning sinking in.

I paused at the foot of the stairs leading up to the plane, turning to face the women. “This is it,” I said, my voice filled with determination and pride. “The start of our new life together. Are you ready?”

The women nodded, their eyes wide with excitement and eagerness. “Ready,” they replied in unison, their voices a harmonious blend of anticipation and resolve.

With a satisfied smile, I led the way up the stairs and into the luxurious cabin of the private plane. The journey ahead was filled with promise and potential, and I knew that with these women by my side, anything was possible.

As I stepped into the cabin of the private plane, my eyes were immediately drawn to a striking figure standing at the ready. There, waiting for us, was a sexy and slim beauty serving as the air hostess.

Her height was impressive, around 6 feet tall, with a graceful and elegant bearing. Her face was a vision of charm and allure, with high cheekbones, full lips, and captivating eyes that sparkled with warmth and professionalism.

The two male pilots were also present, standing respectfully to the side, but my focus was entirely on the enchanting air hostess. She commanded the room with her presence, her uniform fitting her perfectly, accentuating her curves in all the right places. Her smile was inviting, and her demeanor exuded a mix of confidence and grace.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of interest and desire. She was a new challenge, a fresh conquest waiting to be claimed. My mind raced with possibilities and strategies, already formulating a plan to make her mine.