Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Humiliating Her Husband
Olivia whimpered, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation as she felt the head of my cock pressing against her tight, virgin hole. She nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. “Yes, Jack. I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body trembling slightly.

I pushed my hips forward, letting her asshole swallow the head of my cock. Olivia cried out, her body tensing as I stretched her wide. “Aaaaaaaah, fuck! Aaaaaah, it’s stretching me! Aaaaaah!” she screamed, her fingers digging into her husband’s back, her nails leaving red marks on his skin.

Miguel finally stirred, pulling the pillow from his head, his voice groggy and annoyed. “Olivia, it’s enough. Can you let me slee—?” His words caught in his throat as his eyes landed on me, naked and poised behind his wife, my cock already buried in her ass. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his mouth hanging open like a fucking idiot.

I smirked at him, holding his gaze as I pushed my hips forward, driving my cock deeper into Olivia’s asshole. She screamed, her body shaking with a mix of pleasure and pain as I filled her completely. “Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, it’s so big! Aaaaaah, it hurts! Aaaaaah, but it feels so good!” she cried out, her body pressing back against mine, eager for more.

Miguel’s face contorted with rage and humiliation. “Aaaaaaaaa bitch!” he yelled, trying to reach for Olivia, intending to push her away from me. But I swiftly used my Absolute Hypnosis, my voice commanding and firm. “Don’t move,” I ordered, my eyes locked onto his.

Miguel froze, his hand mid-air, his body paralyzed. “What… what the fuck is going on?” he stammered, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. He struggled to move, but his body remained unresponsive, completely under my control.

I turned my attention back to Olivia, my cock now fully buried in her tight, virgin asshole. “Aaaaaaaaah, Jack, you’re too big… My anal is tearing apart, aaah,” she whimpered, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back so she could look at her husband’s face. “Look at your husband, Olivia,” I growled, my voice thick with dominance and lust. “Look at his face as you take my cock deep in your asshole. Look at him as you give me your anal virginity.”

Olivia looked at Miguel, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, pain, and triumph. Miguel’s face was a picture of humiliation and defeat. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched his wife take my thick, hard cock deep in her ass. “Bitch… When I wanted to touch your anal, you always said it’s dirty and I am not allowed to think about it….and now… you whore….” he cried, his voice breaking with emotion.

Olivia snorted, her voice laced with contempt and desire. “You are a useless man, Miguel. Your cock is like 3 inches and you are like a 3-second man. You can’t satisfy me. Look how big Jack’s cock is. It’s reaching deeper inside my anal than you ever could,” she taunted, moving her body back against mine, taking my cock even deeper.

I grabbed Olivia’s legs, pulling them up and placing them on her shoulders, spreading her wide open. Miguel had a clear view of his wife’s asshole stretched around my thick, hard cock. I could see the tears streaming down his face, the defeat in his eyes, the acceptance of his pathetic fate. He was helpless, humiliated, and completely emasculated.

I began to move, fucking Olivia’s asshole slow and deep, making her feel every inch of my cock. She moaned and screamed with each thrust, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. “Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, it’s so deep! Aaaaaah, I can feel it in my stomach! Aaaaaah, it’s so fucking good!” she cried out, her body pressing back against mine, meeting each of my thrusts.

Miguel watched, his eyes wide with disbelief and humiliation as I fucked his wife like the worthless slut she was. I could see the defeat in his eyes, the acceptance of his pathetic fate. He knew that he could never satisfy her like this, could never make her scream and beg for more like I could. He was a pathetic, useless cuckold, and he knew it.

Miguel finally found his voice, his words choked with emotion. “Please… stop it, aaaaaaa please…” he begged, his eyes pleading with mine. Then, suddenly, recognition dawned on his face. “You… you are Jack….” he stammered, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.

I smirked, a cruel laugh escaping my lips. “Yeah, you finally recognized me, Miguel. I’ve already fucked your wife on the plane. I would have made her pregnant if that air hostess hadn’t disturbed us. But she thought we were husband and wife,” I taunted, my voice thick with contempt. “Your head was already green when you met me, you pathetic cuckold.”

Miguel’s face contorted with rage and humiliation. “Aaaaaaa, I’ll kill you!” he yelled, his voice filled with impotent fury. He struggled to move, but his body remained paralyzed, completely under my control.

“What have you done to me?” Miguel demanded, his voice a choked blend of desperation and frustration. “Did you drug me? Why can’t I move?” He strained against his invisible bonds, sweat beading on his forehead. “If you are a man, let me go. Face me like a real man, not a coward who resorts to drugs to paralyze me.”

A cruel laugh escaped my lips as I circled him, delighting in his helplessness. “You think I’ve drugged you, Miguel?” I mocked, my voice dripping with disdain. “Oh, you’re so much more wrong than you realize.” I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. “I’m going to enjoy this, Miguel. Watching you helpless while I make your wife mine, while I plant my seed in her.”

I invoked Absolute Hypnosis and commanded, “Shut up.” His mouth snapped shut, silencing his futile protests instantly.

I could see the fear in his eyes, the realization that he was completely helpless, completely at my mercy. He knew he was fucked, literally and figuratively.

I knew that if he had any idea how I had cut down Tony’s people, he would be even more terrified, and would be begging for his life. But I wasn’t interested in his fear or his begging. I was interested in his humiliation, in his complete and utter emasculation.

I turned my attention back to Olivia, my cock still buried deep in her asshole. I could feel her body trembling with need, with desire, with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. She was a mess of sweat and lust, her body craving more of what only I could give her.