Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1267: Saki’s Constipation Cover Story

Saki stopped just outside the bathroom door and turned to face me. Her cheeks were burning red. She glared up at me, trying to look angry, but the flush and the way her breathing still hadn’t settled gave her away.

"Here," she said sharply, pointing at the door with one stiff finger.

I didn’t step inside right away. Instead, I leaned in close, close enough that my chest almost brushed hers, and lowered my voice to a rough, quiet murmur only she could hear.

"Why don’t you also come in?"

Saki’s eyes widened. The glare faltered. For a second she just stared at me, the torn fabric of her pants still hanging open behind her, the soft cheeks of her ass and the still-wet rim of her asshole only partially hidden by the angle of her body. Her lips parted, but no immediate refusal came out.

The hallway was quiet; somewhere deeper in the house her husband was still putting away the mop and bucket. The risk hung heavy between us.

She swallowed, the blush spreading down her neck.

"...You’re unbelievable," she whispered, voice tight and flustered. "He’s right outside. If he comes looking for me..."

Even as she spoke, she didn’t step back. I took that as enough. I guided her into the small bathroom with me, shut the door most of the way but left it unlocked, and spun her around to face the sink.

My hands yanked the ruined pants further down until they tangled around her knees. Both thick cheeks of her ass were fully bare again. I spat once more onto the tight, wrinkled hole I had already licked open, rubbed the head of my cock against it, and pushed.

The resistance was intense. Her asshole clenched hard, the small pink rim stretching slowly around the thick head.

Saki’s hands shot out to grip the edge of the sink as a sharp, choked sound tried to escape her throat. I kept pressing forward, forcing the swollen tip inside until the tight ring finally yielded and swallowed the head with a wet, filthy pop.

"Nnngh—!" she bit down on her own forearm to muffle the cry, eyes squeezing shut.

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I gripped her soft hips and pushed deeper, inch by thick inch, feeling the scorching, velvet-tight channel of her ass stretch and flutter around my cock.

The rim stretched obscenely wide, the wrinkled skin pulled taut and shiny with spit. Every centimeter made her thighs tremble harder. The heat inside her was intense, the walls gripping and rippling as they were forced to accept the full thickness.

Just as I bottomed out—my hips pressed flush against her soft ass, the full length buried in her guts—footsteps approached in the hallway.

Yamamoto’s voice came through the partially open door, casual and curious.

"Saki? Where did the lawyer go? I didn’t see him leave."

Saki’s entire body locked up. Her asshole clamped down around my cock like a fist, the sudden tight squeeze almost painful in how hard it milked the cock. She forced her voice out as steadily as she could, though it still trembled with the strain of being so completely filled.

"H-he already left... through the front door. I was just... using the bathroom myself."

I chose that exact moment to pull back halfway and slam forward again, burying every thick inch in one hard thrust. At the same time, my open palm cracked hard across her right ass cheek.

SMACK!

Saki yelped sharply before she could stop herself.

"Aah—!"

I leaned over her back, still buried deep, and murmured against her ear so only she could hear.

"Quiet, Aunt Saki. Your husband is listening. Or do you want him to know his wife’s asshole is stretched around my cock right now?"

The wet, meaty sound of my hips meeting her ass mixed with the lingering sting of the slap. Saki’s eyes flew wide. A broken, high-pitched moan tried to escape; she smothered it against her arm, the sound turning into a strained, guttural noise that still leaked out around her teeth.

"Nnngh... aah...!"

Yamamoto paused just outside.

"...You okay in there? You sound like you’re in pain."

Saki’s face was scarlet. Tears of overwhelming stretch and pure panic stood in her eyes as I began fucking her ass in short, deep strokes, the tight ring of her hole gripping and sliding along my cock with every movement.

I punctuated every third thrust with another hard spank, the sharp SMACK making her thick cheek jiggle and forcing another barely-contained yelp out of her.

The wet friction of her spit-slicked walls around my cock made soft, filthy sounds that she prayed the door would hide. She forced another answer out between clenched teeth, voice cracking with every thrust and every slap.

"I’m... fine. Just... constipation. It’s... aah... hard to... pass... nnngh...!"

I kept thrusting, slow but deep, making sure every stroke dragged against the sensitive walls of her ass. Another hard spank landed on the opposite cheek.

SMACK!

"Nnngh—! Jack...!" she hissed under her breath, then quickly raised her voice again for her husband. "It hurts... a little... I’ll be out soon... aah...!"

I only gripped her hips tighter and drove in harder, the thick cock stretching her married asshole wide open with every thrust while my hand continued to rain sharp, stinging spanks across both soft cheeks.

The rim fluttered and clenched around the base each time I buried myself to the hilt. Saki’s forehead dropped against her forearm as she struggled to keep the cover story going, her voice breaking into higher, more desperate fragments between the moans and the yelps.

"It’s... really stuck... aah... I need a minute... nnngh... don’t come in... please... aah...! It won’t... come out... nnngh... Jack, stop spanking—aah...!"

Her voice kept cracking into soft, desperate moans and sharp little yelps between the words, each one barely smothered as I fucked her ass and spanked her hard right on the other side of the door from her husband.

The tight hole fluttered and squeezed around my cock with every suppressed sound she made, the wet stretch of her insides, the stinging heat blooming across her ass, and the constant risk of discovery turning every thrust and every slap into something sharper and filthier.

Saki bit down harder on her own arm, trying to turn the next yelp into something that still sounded like pain, while her husband waited just outside, completely believing his wife was only struggling with a stubborn case of constipation.