Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Marina’s Call
I woke with a start, the sensation of warmth and wetness on my cock pulling me from my dreams. I looked down and saw Sofia, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me eagerly. She was completely focused on her task, her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, her tongue licking and swirling around my length. When she noticed I was looking at her, she blushed deeply, but she didn’t stop her eager sucking.

“Mmm,” she moaned softly, pulling back just enough to speak. “It was getting so hard and throbbing in your sleep, I just had to taste it. You were leaking precum like crazy, and I couldn’t resist licking it all up.” She looked up at me, her eyes wide and innocent, but filled with a burning desire. “I wanted to help you out, to make you feel good.”

I groaned, my hips bucking slightly as she took my cock deeper into her throat. She was so fucking good at this, her mouth hot and wet and perfect. I couldn’t just lie there and take it; I needed more. I needed to fuck her mouth, to use her, to claim her.

I stood up abruptly, and Sofia looked up at me, startled. I grabbed her head, my fingers tangling in her hair as I guided her back to my cock. She opened her mouth eagerly, taking me deep once again. I began to move my hips, slowly at first, then faster and harder, fucking her mouth with a fierce intensity.

Sofia gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to take my length. But she didn’t pull away, didn’t try to stop me. Instead, she reached up, her small hands gripping my thighs as she urged me on. “Mmmph,” she moaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my cock. I could see the tears streaming down her face, her mascara running, but her eyes were filled with a hungry need.

“Fuck, Sofia,” I groaned, my voice rough and primal. “You look so fucking hot like this. On your knees, your mouth stuffed full of my cock. You’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you? You love having your mouth fucked, don’t you?”

She nodded eagerly, her mouth too full to speak. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I fucked her mouth harder and faster. I was close, so fucking close.

“I’m gonna cum,” I growled. “I’m gonna cum right down your throat, and you’re gonna swallow every last drop, aren’t you, you dirty little slut?”

Sofia nodded again, her eyes filled with eager anticipation. With a final, brutal thrust, I came hard, my cock pulsing as I shot my load down her throat. Sofia gagged again, her eyes wide as she struggled to swallow every last drop. I held her there, my cock deep in her mouth until I was completely spent.

I slowly pulled my cock out of Sofia’s mouth, and she gasped for breath, breathing heavily. Thick strands of saliva and cum stretched from her lips to my cock, a filthy reminder of her eager submission. Suddenly, Olivia stirred beside us, her eyes fluttering open. She took one look at Sofia and me, and a wicked smile spread across her face.

“Well, isn’t this a hot little scene,” Olivia purred, her voice husky with sleep and desire. She leaned in, kissing Sofia deeply, her tongue exploring Sofia’s mouth, licking the remnants of my cum from her lips. “Mmm, you taste so good with his cum in your mouth. I want some too.”

Olivia looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. “Fuck my mouth too,” she begged. “I want you to use me like a little fucktoy, just like you did with Sofia.”

Just as things were getting heated again, my phone rang, interrupting the moment. I picked it up, seeing Marina’s name flashing on the screen.

“Where are you?” Marina demanded, her voice impatient and shy “I’m waiting for you to come over here”

“I’ll be there in about 30 minutes,” I replied, hanging up the phone and heading to the shower. As I dressed, I sat down with Sofia and Olivia, knowing I needed to explain myself and my powers to them. They listened intently, their eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. I also bought Slave Guards and assigned two of them to Sofia, instructing them to pack up as we would soon be leaving for America.

Before leaving, I shot Olivia a complicit look, sealing it with a salacious wink. “Make sure our little bitch Sofia gets her three fuckin’ meals a day,” I growled, my voice thick with depraved intent. Olivia knew exactly what I was talking about—after all, she was the one who had proposed this filthy fucking game in the first place.

Sofia, our eager little plaything, would get my cock rammed up her tight little ass, but only if she could prove her fucking devotion. She had to hold her fucking shit in for two whole days—a fucking feat of filthy endurance that had my cock throbbing at the mere thought.

I couldn’t shake the image of Sofia’s face, flushed and desperate, her body clenched tight as she begged for my cock like a bitch in heat. It was a fucking dirty, twisted ritual that bound us all together, a sick dance of debauchery that kept my cock rock hard and Sofia ever-ready to fucking please.

Olivia, the fucking maestro of our depravity, would make sure our little bitch was well-fed and ready for my fucking cock. The fucking anticipation was almost too much to bear, but I knew the fucking payoff would be so goddamn worth it.

I arrived at Marina’s house after a short drive, my body still thrumming with pent-up desire. I took a moment to collect myself before rapping gently on her door.

Marina answered, her face lighting up as she welcomed me with a warm, lingering embrace. I could feel the soft curves of her body pressing against me, her breath hot on my neck as she whispered, “I couldn’t sleep all night thinking about seeing you, Jack.” Her cheeks flushed slightly, and I could see the faint outline of her hardened nipples through the fabric of her dress.

“I missed you too, Marina,” I replied, my voice low and husky. I let my gaze wander over her body, taking in the elegant dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. “You look absolutely radiant. Is your grandmother home?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the growing heat in my groin.

Marina nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she noticed my appreciative glance. “Yes, she’s inside. She’s been doing much better and has been busy preparing breakfast for you since I told her you were coming.” She took my hand, her fingers entwining with mine, and led me inside to meet her grandmother.

Her grandmother’s face beamed as she saw me. “Jack, you’re finally here,” she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth and mischief. “Someone has been anxiously awaiting your arrival, trying on countless outfits to look her best. She’s been pacing the floor, asking me every five minutes if she looked all right.”

Marina blushed shyly at her grandmother’s words, her eyes casting downwards as if embarrassed by her own eagerness. I reached out, gently tilting her chin up so her gaze met mine. “Marina, you look truly beautiful,” I murmured, my thumb brushing softly against her cheek. “I assume your grandmother helped you choose this dress?”

Her grandmother chuckled knowingly, “Indeed, I did. I wanted her to look her best for you, Jack. And from the look on your face, I’d say I succeeded.” She turned back to the stove, leaving Marina and me standing there, the air between us crackling with tension.