Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1269: Overflooding Saki’s Asshole

As soon as Yamamoto left, Saki instantly moved back, closing the door completely.

I heard Saki’s thought clear as day.

[I have to make him cum before Yamamoto comes back...]

Her tight asshole clenched even harder around my cock, the ring of muscle squeezing and fluttering in desperate little pulses. I answered that grip with a sharp, open-handed slap across her full, sweat-slicked ass.

SMACK!

Saki yelped, both hands flying up to cover her mouth.

"Aaaaaaaah...!"

"Fuck..." I groaned, feeling the way her hole spasmed from the sting.

She didn’t wait for me. Saki shoved her hips back harder and started swinging them on her own—wide, wild, filthy rolls that made her thick cheeks slap against my hips. Her moans spilled out between her fingers, high and broken.

"Aah... hmm... aaah... aaaa... aaaaaaaaaah... aaah..."

Sweat poured down her body, soaking through her torn house clothes until the fabric clung to every curve. The room smelled of sex and her skin.

I gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks and yanked my cock almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her stretched rim. Saki groaned in pure frustration and tried to push back, desperate to swallow me again.

I didn’t let her.

I slammed forward in one brutal thrust, the wet plap of my hips meeting her ass echoing in the study. My cock punched deep into her guts.

"Aaaaaaaah... so hard...!" she cried, voice cracking.

I activated Body Manipulation. The shaft of my cock thickened inside her, stretching her already stuffed asshole even wider. The sudden increase made her walls burn and flutter.

"Aaah... It’s getting bigger inside... You are about to cum?" she gasped, looking back over her shoulder with glassy eyes.

I chuckled, low and filthy.

"Am I? Why don’t you find out...?"

I wrapped an arm around her waist, lifted her clean off the floor so her entire weight hung on my cock, and started ramming her in mid-air.

Every upward thrust made her thick ass bounce. With my free hand, I reached around and found her swollen, dripping clit, rubbing and pinching it in tight, mean circles while I fucked her asshole without mercy.

Saki’s body went rigid, then started trembling like a fish out of water. Her toes curled. Her back arched hard.

"Ah... hmmm... don’t... aaaaah... aaaah... I am cumming... aaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaa...!"

A powerful spray of clear fluid erupted from her empty pussy, arcing across the bathroom floor in long, messy streams. She kept squirting in pulses while I continued to bounce her on my cock and work her clit, forcing every last drop out of her.

I laughed against her ear, still buried deep in her clenching ass.

"Looks like your husband will have to clean this also... just like before..."

Right then, footsteps approached in the hallway. Yamamoto’s voice came through the door, casual and completely unaware.

"Saki, I brought you some clean clothes. The ones you asked for earlier. Can I come in?"

Saki’s entire body locked up in pure panic. Her asshole clamped down around my cock like a vice—so tight it almost forced me out. She was still hanging off my cock, still dripping, still trembling from the orgasm I had just ripped out of her.

"N-no! Don’t come in!" she called out, voice high and shaky. "Just... leave them by the door! I’ll get them!"

Yamamoto’s voice came through the thin wood, laced with mild worry.

"Saki? You sound strange. Are you sure everything’s all right in there? You’ve been in the bathroom for so long..."

I didn’t stop moving. I kept grinding deep inside her stretched hole, the thick head of my cock pressing against her deepest walls while her husband stood right on the other side of the door with an armful of clothes.

I leaned in close to her ear, voice low and filthy so only she could hear.

"Listen to him... so worried about his precious wife. Meanwhile you’re hanging off my cock with your asshole stretched wide open. Tell him you’re fine, Aunt Saki. Tell him everything is perfectly normal while I fuck another load into you."

Saki reached back blindly, one hand still braced on the door, and managed to crack it open just wide enough to snatch the folded clothes from Yamamoto’s hands.

The second her fingers closed around the fabric, she yanked them inside and shoved the door shut again, twisting the lock with a frantic click.

Yamamoto knocked once more, softer this time.

"Saki...? Do you need help? Should I come in?"

I groaned against her neck and slammed her down onto my cock one final time.

"Fuck—Aunt Saki—take it—take every drop while your husband is standing right outside asking if you’re okay..."

Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted straight into her asshole. Pulse after pulse of hot semen flooded her guts while her hole fluttered and milked me for every drop. I kept talking through the orgasm, voice rough and mocking.

"That’s it... milk my cock with that married ass. Let him hear how hard you’re breathing. I bet he thinks you’re just stressed about the lawsuit... not getting your guts painted white."

The sudden heat of my cum inside her triggered another violent orgasm. Saki’s pussy clenched, and she squirted again—harder this time—clear fluid spraying across the floor in messy arcs while I continued to empty myself deep in her ass.

"Aaaaaaaah—Jack—you’re filling me—nnngh—I’m cumming again—aaaaaaaaah...!"

Outside, Yamamoto’s voice rose with clearer concern.

"Saki! What’s going on? Why are you making those noises? Open the door!"

I chuckled against her ear, still grinding deep, still pumping the last thick spurts into her clenching hole.

"Hear that? He’s getting worried. Maybe I should open the door for him... let him see exactly how his wife looks with her ass full of another man’s cum and her pussy still squirting on the floor."

She shook in my arms, asshole spasming around the spurting cock that kept flooding her, clothes still clutched tightly against her chest as more of my cum overflowed around the thick cock and dripped down her thighs onto the already soaked floor.

Outside, Yamamoto’s footsteps shifted uncertainly, still hovering near the door, completely unaware that his wife was currently hanging off another man’s cock, ass full of fresh cum, still squirting like a broken faucet against the locked study door while I whispered every filthy detail into her ear.