Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1270: Yamamoto Sees the Torn Pants

I pulled my cock free with a wet, filthy pop.

Saki’s legs immediately gave out. She collapsed forward against the door, barely able to stay upright. Her asshole stayed wide open—gaping and glossy, the dark pink rim stretched into a perfect, twitching circle that slowly opened and closed with every heavy breath she took.

Thick white cum began to leak from the loose hole in slow, heavy ropes, sliding down the inner curves of her ass and dripping onto the floor to mix with the puddles of her own squirt. Her thighs trembled violently. Sweat-soaked clothes clung to her body. She was breathing so hard her whole frame shook.

I turned her around by the hips so she faced me. Her back pressed against the locked door, eyes glassy and unfocused, face flushed deep red, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. More of my cum continued to ooze from her ruined asshole and run down the backs of her thighs.

I cupped her chin, forcing her to look at me, and spoke in a low, vulgar voice.

"I want to tell your husband that you are mine. Tell me what I should do..."

Saki glared up at me, the panic in her eyes mixing with something darker and far more seductive. Her voice came out shaky but defiant.

"I don’t care about that bastard... I’m just afraid he will go crazy if he sees us like that. He will hurt you... I’m afraid..."

I realized then that she still had no idea what I was truly capable of. A slow smile curved my lips.

"Do you think I can’t beat your husband?"

I leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear, and whispered the filthiest idea yet.

"I have an idea... why don’t you rape me? I want to see what he will do when he finds out it was his own wife who was seducing another man..."

Saki’s eyes went wide. An embarrassed, almost scandalized look crossed her face even as her gaping, cum-filled hole gave another weak twitch.

"Can you... even do it now...?" she asked, glancing down between us.

I answered by pressing the still-hard, cum-slick length of my cock firmly against her soft, sweat-damp stomach. The thick shaft throbbed against her skin, fully ready despite how much I had already pumped into her.

Saki’s face burned crimson. A soft, shocked gasp left her lips.

"You are a monster..."

I chuckled low in my throat, grinding the hard length slowly against her.

She bit her lower lip hard, eyes flicking from my cock back up to my face. The fear was still there... but so was the heat.

"Hmmm... how?"

I kept my cock pressed against her and began laying out the plan in a low, filthy murmur, watching every flicker of reaction on her face.

"Here’s how we do it. You unlock the door and leave it slightly open. Then you push me down onto that chair... or better, onto the floor. Climb on top of me."

"I’ll act shocked, embarrassed, try to push you off and tell you to stop. I’ll say things like ’Mrs. Saki, we can’t; your husband is right outside’ and ’please, this is wrong.’ I’ll struggle just enough to make it look real... but not enough to actually stop you."

I slid my cock lower, letting the slick head drag across the soft skin just above her pussy, smearing a mix of her juices and my own cum.

"You ignore every protest. You force my cock inside you—pussy or that already-gaping, cum-filled asshole, your choice. Ride me hard. Moan as loud as you want."

"Make it look like you’re the one who couldn’t control yourself... like the married woman who dragged her lawyer down and raped him while her husband was in the next room."

Saki’s breathing grew heavier. Her gaping hole twitched again, pushing out another thick strand of white that slid down her thigh. Her eyes were locked on mine, face burning, but she didn’t look away.

"When he finally opens the door and sees us," I continued, voice even dirtier, "he’ll see his wife on top, forcing herself on me while I’m ’trying’ to stop her. You’ll be the one who looks guilty. The one who wanted it so badly you couldn’t wait. And I’ll just be the poor man who got seduced by his client’s wife."

I gave her a slow, wicked smile and nudged the head of my cock against her still-sensitive folds.

"So... Aunt Saki. Are you going to rape me in front of your husband... or not?"

I activated AI Lens, letting my vision pierce straight through the wooden door. Yamamoto was standing just outside, near the bathroom door, still holding nothing, clearly lingering. His posture was tense.

Saki nodded once, face still burning, then raised her voice so it would carry.

"Yamamoto, are you there?"

His reply came immediately, slightly too quick.

"Yeah... I’m here. Do you need anything?"

Saki forced her voice into something shaky and embarrassed.

"No... I’m fine, actually. You can leave the room. I’m so embarrassed right now... I will come out of the room once I have calmed down."

Through telepathy, I caught the sharp, suspicious thread of his thoughts.

[Is Saki hiding something from me...? She has never done anything like this before... and that lawyer, Jack... I didn’t see him leave...]

Aloud, he only said,

"Okay... I will be in the living room."

But my AI Lens showed the truth. Yamamoto did not walk away. He simply stepped back a few paces, pressed himself against the wall beside the study door, and began peeking through the narrow gap near the frame, trying to see what his wife was really doing inside.

Saki had no idea. She was still leaning against the door, my cock pressed against her wet, swollen folds, cum still slowly leaking from her gaping asshole, completely unaware that her husband was now silently watching from the other side.

She took a steadying breath, then slowly unlocked and opened the door just enough to look out. Seeing no one in the immediate hallway, she stepped out into the open.

The torn fabric of her house pants hung open around her hips, the ragged edges framing her thick, dark pubic hair and the glistening, freshly used lips of her pussy.

The front of the pants was visibly soaked—darkened with her earlier squirt and the mixture of sweat and cum that had run down from her gaping asshole.

More of my white seed still slowly leaked from her stretched rear hole and traced shiny paths down the inner sides of her thighs as she moved.