Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1271: Saki the Blackmailing Bitch

She bent to pick up the folded clothes Yamamoto had left, the motion making her heavy ass shift and the torn material part even wider for a moment.

Through telepathy, Yamamoto’s shocked thoughts hit me instantly.

[Her pants are torn... she’s not wearing any panties... why is she soaked like that... what the hell happened in that bathroom...]

He remained pressed against the wall, eyes locked on his wife’s exposed, dripping state, completely frozen as Saki, still unaware of his presence, gathered the clean clothes against her chest and turned back toward the study—my cum still visibly leaking down her legs.

Saki didn’t bother changing into the clean clothes. Instead, she glared at me through the open doorway, voice sharp and theatrical.

"You tore it all..."

As she turned, the motion made the torn fabric shift again. A fresh, thick strand of white cum slid from her gaping asshole and traced a shiny path down the back of her thigh.

Yamamoto’s thoughts spiked with confusion and dawning horror.

[Who is she talking to...? And what is that on her back... that white stuff... is that some kind of cream...?]

Before he could process it further, Saki reached into the study, grabbed a fistful of my shirt, and yanked me out into the hallway with surprising strength. I stumbled forward under the pull, still half-dressed in my suit, cock still hard and glistening with the evidence of everything we had just done.

Yamamoto’s mind exploded.

[Jack... he was inside with my wife... in the study... those moans I heard... this bitch is having an affair behind my back...]

I immediately slipped into the role we had planned, face arranged into perfect embarrassed panic, voice high and flustered as I tried to pull away from her grip.

"Mrs. Saki... we can’t do that... it is wrong... your husband might come at any moment... please, you can let me go... I won’t tell anyone..."

Saki knew it was all acting. She still had no idea whether Yamamoto was nearby or when he might appear, and right now she clearly didn’t care.

She leaned fully into the perverted, dominant role, eyes gleaming with wicked heat as she reached down and grabbed my slick, still-hard cock right through the open front of my pants.

"Oh... so you didn’t like it when it was in my asshole?" she said, voice loud enough to carry, fingers squeezing and stroking the thick cock that had just finished pumping her full.

"You came so hard inside me... while I was just talking to my husband... and now you suddenly pity him?"

I made my voice shake with fake agitation, trying (unconvincingly) to pry her hand off my cock.

"It... it was because you forced me...! It was all you... you promised this would be the last time, Mrs. Saki... you’re blackmailing me...!"

From his hiding spot, Yamamoto’s thoughts reeled in pure, disbelieving shock.

[Forced him...? Blackmailing him...? What the fuck is she saying? My wife... my Saki... is the one forcing this man? She made him fuck her? She’s admitting she took him in the ass and made him cum inside her while I was right outside?]

Saki’s smile turned sharp and teasing. She stroked me harder, the wet sound of her fist working over my cum-slick cock clearly audible. More of my seed continued to leak from her gaping asshole and drip onto the floor between her feet.

"So what if I am blackmailing you? Don’t forget you just came inside me. If I ask the police to file a rape case against you... what do you think will happen?"

Yamamoto’s mind went white-hot with humiliation and rage.

[She’s blackmailing him with a false rape accusation... after she forced him to fuck her ass... after she made him cum inside her... and now she’s stroking his cock right here in our hallway like it’s nothing. My wife is the predator. She’s the one who did this. She planned it. She enjoyed it.]

I widened my eyes in perfect manufactured fear, voice cracking on cue.

"Mrs. Saki... don’t... I’ll listen to you... please..."

She glared up at me with a heated, triumphant little smile, still openly stroking my cock while my cum continued to leak down the backs of her thighs. Her torn pants hung open, the soaked fabric framing her hairy, used pussy and the still-loose, cum-dripping ring of her asshole.

"I liked your arrogant look just now..."

I kept playing the part, struggling weakly against her grip, voice pleading and ashamed.

"Mrs. Saki... please... let me go... I was wrong...! You forced me... I didn’t want any of this... please don’t tell anyone..."

Yamamoto’s thoughts kept spiraling, each new line of dialogue driving the knife deeper.

[She forced him. She blackmailed him. She took his cock in her ass while I was bringing her clothes like a fool.]

[She came so hard I heard her through the door... and now she’s standing here covered in his cum, threatening him, stroking him, owning him... and I never even suspected. My own wife...]

Saki’s fist kept working slowly up and down my slick, fully hard cock. She looked down at the thick, veiny cock throbbing in her grip, then back up at my deliberately panicked face with a sharp, mocking little smile.

"You say you didn’t like it... But why is it still so hard?" she said, voice loud and clear enough for anyone nearby to hear. She gave my cock a firm, deliberate squeeze, thumb smearing the mix of cum and her own juices over the swollen head.

"Look at this thing... still standing up like it wants more. You came so much inside my ass, and it’s already ready again. Don’t lie to me."

She stepped even closer, pressing her soft, sweat-damp body against mine so the torn edges of her pants brushed my thighs. More of my cum leaked from her gaping asshole and ran down the back of her leg as she continued stroking me openly.

"Yours is much bigger... thicker..." she continued, eyes gleaming with wicked heat as she compared me right there in the hallway.

"My husband has never reached that deep. I can still feel where you hit inside me. I’m addicted to it now... this fat cock that fills me until I can’t think."

From his hiding place, Yamamoto’s thoughts shattered into pure, wordless humiliation and rage as he listened to his own wife loudly praise another man’s size, thickness, and depth while openly stroking that same cock—still dripping with the cum she had just taken in her ass—only a few meters away.