Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1219: The Hair on Julie’s Lip

I grabbed Julie’s ass hard, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh through her skirt, and pulled her even closer against my throbbing cock.

We were still locked together on the massive CEO desk, my cum already slowly leaking from her freshly bred pussy, dripping down her thighs in thick white strands. The room smelled like sex and her expensive perfume mixed with the faint metallic tang of it.

I leaned in low, voice a dark, filthy whisper right against her ear, hot breath making her shiver. "Aren’t you afraid... being caught... in your own office? The door’s locked, but what if someone walks by?"

"What if your assistants or your board members knock and find their powerful CEO bent over the desk with her husband’s monster cock buried balls-deep in her pregnant-ready cunt?"

Julie’s breath hitched. She looked up at me with those big, lust-drunk eyes, still puffy from crying, cheeks flushed dark pink. "I... I am afraid... Jack... I’m terrified... but I’m even more afraid... that if I don’t do this... if I don’t take every drop of you... I will regret it for the rest of my life."

I looked straight into her eyes, my hand still squeezing her ass, thumb brushing her dripping hole. "No... I won’t let you have any regret ever. Not one second. I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, so many times..."

"I’m going to fill you up until your belly swells with my baby and you’re leaking my cum for months. You’ll be my perfect little breeding whore, Aunt Julie. My pregnant cum-dump. And you’ll never regret a single thrust. Not ever."

Julie whimpered, eyes fluttering, and suddenly her hands shot down, grabbing my cock even harder—both hands now, fingers wrapping around the thick, veiny cock and stroking me slowly, reverently, like she was worshipping it.

She slid down my body without a word, knees hitting the carpet, and buried her face right into the crook of my groin.

She sniffed the tip of my cock—deep, long, shameless sniffs—her nose buried right against the swollen head where my thick cock met the leaking tip. "Hmm... why does it smell of pee... and it was in someone’s pussy... mmmph... Jack... it smells so fucking salty... musky..."

Then she said suddenly, without warning, pulling the foreskin down with her thumb and revealing the whole, dark-red, swollen cock right in front of her flushed face. Her eyes went wide and glassy with pure lust.

"Hmm... I don’t care... I will be the first woman to give birth to our child... the first... the only... your little wife’s belly is going to swell first... aaaah—! I want to feel you breeding me until it takes... until I’m pregnant and leaking your cum for months... mmmph..."

She grabbed my balls with both hands, cupping and squeezing them hard, rolling them gently while her nose stayed buried against the leaking head, sniffing deeper, longer, desperate sniffs that made her cheeks hollow.

"It’s been a long time... since I have seen it... I missed it... missed how heavy and full they are... how they’re always ready to pump me full of your baby... aaaah—!"

"Fuck, Jack... your balls are so warm... so fucking full... I can feel the cum still inside them... the same cum that’s still dripping out of my pussy right now... aaaah—!"

"I’m such a greedy, cock-hungry whore... sniffing your pee and your pussy juice like a bitch in estrus... and now I’m going to be the one who makes you a daddy first..."

She pulled the skin back down slowly, teasingly, letting the head disappear and reappear with every breath, her lips brushing the tip as she kept sniffing and licking, long, wet, filthy strokes of her tongue swirling around the underside.

"I missed it so bad... missed being your breeding cum-dump... missed feeling you explode inside me and immediately thinking about our child... aaaah—!"

"You’re going to fill me up again... right now... breed me while I sniff your cock like this... make my belly swell with the first of your babies... I don’t care who else you fuck... I only want your baby in me first... mmmph..."

She moaned around the head, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and looked up at me with those tear-streaked, lust-drunk eyes, still sniffing shamelessly, tongue out, licking the leaking tip in slow, sloppy circles. "Mmmph—! Yes, Jack—! I’m your pregnant dog-wife... your jealous, sniffing, cum-dripping whore... aaaah—!"

Then suddenly there was a knock at the door. The sharp r-r-r-r-r-r-r sound cut through the filthy air like a whip.

Surprising Julie completely, she pulled back her mouth with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva and my pre-cum stretching between her swollen lips and the dark-red head of my cock. Her eyes widened in pure panic, cheeks flushing crimson. "Shit... who is disturbing us... let me send them away... aaaah—! Fuck, Jack... someone’s at the door..."

Julie pulled my pants up roughly with both hands, zipping me up while her face was still flushed and glistening.

Then she lifted herself off the desk, legs shaky, and walked to the door on wobbly heels.

I slid silently beneath the massive CEO desk, heart pounding with dark amusement, my still-throbbing cock now hidden against my thigh.

Julie opened the door.

Scarlett stood there in her perfect business attire—tight blouse hugging her breasts, pencil skirt hugging her ass, hair in a sleek ponytail. She held out the thick document folder with both hands, voice steady and professionally crisp.

"Boss, this is the updated recruitment dossier for the new movie project. It includes the latest offers for the lead actor, the supporting cast list, and the director’s revised contract terms."

"I’ve already cross-referenced the budget lines with the finance department. If you need any changes, just say the word."

Julie took the folder, voice still husky from sucking my cock. "Okay... I will take a look..."

Then Scarlett didn’t move. She just stared at Julie’s lips, eyes narrowing slightly with that sharp, knowing look. "Ma’am... you have something on your lips..."

Julie instinctively moved her lips, wiping them with the back of her hand. "It’s... nothing..."

Scarlett stepped closer, voice soft and teasing yet still perfectly professional. "Let me help you..."

Before Julie could react, Scarlett’s finger gently touched Julie’s lower lip, then pulled back slowly. A small, dark, curly pubic hair was caught right on her fingertip. Scarlett blew it gently away, smiling. "It’s an eyelash, Boss. Nothing more."

She turned and walked into the office, closing the door behind her with a soft click, leaving Julie standing there frozen, face burning, a visible wet spot already darkening the front of her pencil skirt. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, chest heaving, eyes still glassy with the aftershock of being caught sniffing my cock and dripping all over the carpet.

Scarlett leaned against the desk right in front of the hidden spot under the table, voice casual, as if nothing had happened. "Boss... you look flushed. Are you okay? Shall we proceed with the project timeline?"