Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Not Letting Her Pee
I looked at Olivia, a cruel and lustful smirk playing on my lips. “Let’s go see your husband, slut. Let’s give him a show he’ll never forget,” I said, my voice dripping with sadistic amusement and dominance.

Olivia looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, desperation, and a touch of fear. “Jack…forget about him. Please, just fuck me. I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to stretch me, use me, own me,” she begged, her hands spreading her pussy lips wide, inviting me to see her glistening, eager hole.

I walked over to her, my cock already hard and throbbing, ready to take what was mine. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her pussy, the sudden slap making her squirt. “Aaah, aaah, aaaah! Fuck, Jack!” she cried out, her body convulsing with the intense sensation.

I grabbed her pussy, my fingers clenching her lips tightly, possessively. “Don’t worry, my little slut. I have a plan. Imagine this: your pussy being filled, stretched, and fucked raw in front of your injured husband. Think about the look on his face as he watches me claim what he could never satisfy. He’ll die all over again, this time from the anger and humiliation of seeing you like this,” I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty.

Olivia’s eyes widened with a mix of shock, excitement, and sheer horniness. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation and desperation. “Oh fuck, Jack…that’s so fucked up. I can’t wait. Please, let’s do it,” she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she eagerly complied with my twisted plan.

She tried to stand up and walk into the bathroom to wash herself, her body stained with cum from our previous fuck sessions. I followed her in, turning on the shower. We both stepped under the hot spray, the water cascading over our bodies, washing away the remnants of our filthy deeds.

Olivia sat down on the toilet seat, trying to take a pee. I quickly put my hand on her pussy, pressing it tighter, preventing her from relieving herself. “You are not allowed to pee, slut. You can only pee when my cock is inside your pussy, stretching it, fucking it raw. Only then will I grant you that sweet release,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.

“Jack, please, I can’t hold it….let me pee,” she begged, her voice desperate and pleading. I grabbed her, pulling her up from the toilet seat, and hugged her tightly, not letting her go. I continued to shower with her, not allowing her to pee no matter how much she begged and pleaded.

I looked down at her face, seeing the struggle and desperation in her eyes as she tried to hold her pee. I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her, the control I exerted over her most basic needs. I turned off the shower and pulled her out of the bathroom, water dripping from our bodies, her need to pee growing more urgent by the second.

“Get dressed, slut. But remember, no panties. I want that pussy bare and ready for me at all times,” I commanded, my voice thick with dominance and lust. Olivia quickly complied, hurrying to get dressed without putting on any underwear, her body trembling with anticipation and eagerness to please.

As she finished dressing, I grabbed her arm, pulling her close to me. “Remember, slut. You belong to me. Every part of you is mine to use, fuck, and own. Now, let’s go see your husband and give him the ultimate cuckold experience,” I growled, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I envisioned the twisted scene that was about to unfold.

Olivia looked up at me, her eyes filled with submission, desire, and unbridled horniness. “Yes, Jack. I belong to you. I’m your dirty little slut, ready to be fucked and owned in front of my useless husband,” she said, her voice breathy and desperate with need.

She quickly got dressed, slipping into a tight, one-piece dress that hugged her curves perfectly. I watched her, my cock already hard and throbbing, eager to claim her again. I dressed myself, my eyes never leaving her, knowing that she was mine to use, fuck, and own completely.

I walked out, hugging her waist possessively, helping her get into the car. She was wearing a short, one-piece dress, and as she sat down, I couldn’t help but stretch her legs, exposing her bare pussy to the cool air. She gasped, feeling the breeze on her exposed flesh, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and desperation.

“Jack, don’t… hmmm, I can’t hold it if you keep doing this,” she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. I looked at her, a cruel smirk playing on my lips as I leaned in, kissing her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth possessively. At the same time, I pressed my hand against her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness radiating from her. I slapped her pussy hard again, the sound echoing through the car as she cried out, “Aaaaaah!”

“Hmmmmm, Jack….it’s gonna leak,” she moaned, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her urgent need to pee.

I pulled back, looking into her eyes with a dominant and sadistic gaze. “Don’t let a drop of your piss leak, slut. You hold it until I say you can let it go,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Olivia looked at me with a begging, desperate expression, her body trembling with the effort to comply. I closed her door and got into the driver’s seat, starting the car and driving towards the hospital. As we drove, I couldn’t help but glance over at her, seeing her squirming in her seat, her thighs pressed tightly together, trying to hold back her urgent need to pee.

“Jack, please… I can’t hold it much longer,” she begged, her voice desperate and pleading. I reached over, placing my hand on her thigh, feeling the tension in her muscles as she struggled to maintain control.

“You will hold it, slut. You will hold it until I say you can let it go. And if you leak even a drop, you will be punished,” I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty. Olivia whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to comply, her desperation only serving to heighten my arousal and lust.

As we pulled into the hospital parking lot, I could see the mix of fear, excitement, and sheer horniness in Olivia’s eyes. I parked the car and got out, walking around to the passenger side to help her out. As she stood up, I could see her body trembling, her need to pee growing more urgent by the second.