Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1210: Kate: Barry, My Pussy’s Itchy...

Barry’s voice grew agitated, the sound of his rapid footsteps echoing through the phone as he hurried toward the office washroom. "Wait a minute... let me get to the washroom..."

A few seconds later, his voice came through again, lower now, as if he were speaking into the phone more directly. "Yeah... I’m now using my earpiece..." There was a pause, his breath coming faster. "Can you video call me, Kate? I beg you... please..."

The desperation in his voice was almost palpable, and it only made Kate’s smirk deepen. She glanced up at me, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and arousal, as if she were already imagining the ways we could torment Barry further.

The way her feet tightened slightly around my cock, as if emphasizing her control over the situation, sent another jolt of pleasure through me.

Jennifer, who had been watching the entire exchange with a hand clamped over her mouth, finally let out a muffled giggle. "Oh, this is too good," she whispered, her voice thick with amusement. "He’s practically begging for it."

I let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through my chest as my cock throbbed between Kate’s feet. The absurdity of the situation—Barry, oblivious and desperate, begging to watch his own wife tease me—settled over us like a thick, intoxicating fog. Jennifer’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched, her own breath quickening with anticipation.

But I wasn’t about to let Kate have it her way.

With a sudden, firm grip, I grabbed her feet and pulled her legs apart, the motion so abrupt that she let out a surprised gasp.

Before she could react, I leaned down between her thighs, the scent of her arousal filling my senses. Her panties were damp, the dark blue fabric clinging to her skin, and I couldn’t resist.

I pressed my nose against the wet fabric, inhaling deeply, the musky, intoxicating scent of her making my head spin.

Kate let out a broken moan, her back arching off the bed as my breath hot against her. "Aaah... hmmm..." Her voice was a breathy, needy sound, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she tried to steady herself.

Barry’s voice cut through the moment, agitated and pleading. "Kate... please... I’m begging you... video call me..."

Kate’s breath hitched, her mind clearly racing as she tried to balance the lie with the overwhelming sensations I was forcing upon her. "I... hmmm..." She gasped as I pressed my nose harder against her panties, the pressure sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her.

"I’m using an earpiece to talk to you..." Her voice was trembling, but she forced herself to continue, her words laced with a mix of guilt and arousal. "Both my hands are busy... I’m afraid Jack will become suspicious..."

Barry’s voice was thick with frustration, but also with a desperate, almost pathetic need. "At least tell me what he... what he’s doing to you..."

Kate bit down on her lower lip, her body trembling as I dragged my tongue along the damp fabric of her panties, the taste of her seeping through the lace. She let out a soft, broken whimper, her hips jerking slightly as she tried to suppress the sound.

"H-He’s..." She stammered, her voice shaking as my tongue traced the outline of her clit through the fabric. "He’s just... touching me..."

Jennifer let out a muffled giggle, her hand pressed tightly over her mouth as she watched the scene unfold. Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight, her shoulders shaking as she struggled to contain her laughter.

"Oh, this is priceless," she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement. "He’s eating her out through her panties while Barry begs for details. I love it."

Barry’s voice came through the phone, thick with desperation and curiosity. "Touching you... where? Where is he touching you?"

I didn’t hesitate. With a slow, deliberate motion, I tapped my nose against Kate’s clit, the damp fabric of her panties doing little to muffle the sensation. The pressure was just enough to make her gasp, her body jerking slightly as pleasure shot through her.

Kate let out a broken, breathy moan, her fingers tightening around the sheets as she tried to keep her voice steady. "Hmm... aah..." She swallowed hard, her mind racing as she forced out the words. "He... he is sniffing my panties..."

The lie was so absurd, so filthy, that Jennifer let out another muffled giggle, her free hand gripping her own thigh as if she were trying to ground herself. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice thick with laughter. "Barry, you idiot..."

Barry, of course, was none the wiser. His voice grew more agitated, but also more excited. "Sniffing...? What do you mean, sniffing? Is he... is he smelling you?"

I didn’t let Kate answer. Instead, I pressed my nose harder against her clit, inhaling deeply through the damp fabric. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and I let out a low, approving hum against her skin, the vibration making Kate’s hips jerk.

"Ahh—!" She let out a sharp, needy sound, her body trembling as she tried to suppress it. "Y-Yes..." she stammered, her voice shaking. "He’s... he’s sniffing me... down there..."

Jennifer’s laughter finally spilled over, though she quickly clamped her hand back over her mouth, her eyes watering with amusement. "This is the best thing I’ve ever heard," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the phone.

Barry’s breath hitched, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "Fuck... Kate, that’s... that’s so hot..." There was a pause, the sound of his ragged breathing filling the line. "Can you... Can you describe it? What does it feel like?"

Kate’s face burned with humiliation, the heat spreading from her cheeks down to her neck, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes that betrayed her enjoyment of the situation.

She glanced down at me, my nose still pressed against her damp panties, my breath hot against her skin. She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and arousal, the words spilling out in a breathy whisper.

"It’s... it’s intense..." She let out a soft, needy moan as I dragged my tongue along the damp fabric, the taste of her arousal seeping through the lace. "He’s... he’s breathing on me... and it’s... it’s making me..."

Barry’s voice cut through the tension, thick with curiosity and desperation. "Make you what?"

Kate hesitated for just a second, her mind racing as she tried to find the right words—words that would keep Barry hooked but also maintain the facade. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, she said, "It’s making me feel... itchy... down there..."

The line went silent for a beat, the only sound Barry’s ragged breathing.