Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1272: Saki the Blackmailing Bitch 2

I chuckled silently in my head and reached out with telepathy, carefully weaving a thick, sticky fantasy directly into Yamamoto’s mind.

I planted the image of him standing there watching his wife get used, the shame mixing with a dark, unwanted arousal, the idea that seeing her taken by another man could excite him even as it destroyed him.

The suggestion sank deep, twisting around his existing rage and humiliation until the two began to blur.

Saki dropped to her knees right there in the hallway without any further hesitation. She was fully in the role of the perverted, aggressive wife now. She grabbed my still-hard cock with both hands, leaned in, and took the thick, cum-slick head into her mouth.

The wet heat of her tongue immediately swirled around the cock, tasting the mixture of her own ass and my earlier load.

She pulled back just enough to inhale deeply along the length, openly smelling her own asshole on my cock, then moaned and sank deeper, sucking with loud, filthy slurp sounds that echoed in the quiet hallway.

I played my part perfectly, voice high and panicked as I looked down at her.

"Aaah... Mrs. Saki... aaaah, don’t... your husband... he could come any second... please stop...!"

Saki only sucked harder for a moment, then pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head. She looked up at me with pure, shameless heat in her eyes while her hand kept stroking the spit-and-cum-coated cock.

"Don’t talk about my husband. It’s just you and me right now. Even if he comes in... I will divorce him. Then you can fuck me all you want with this big cock of yours... this thick, perfect cock that actually fills me."

She squeezed the cock harder, eyes gleaming with open contempt for the man hiding only meters away.

"My husband’s little thing has never stretched me like this. Never reached deep enough to matter. I’m done pretending that weak dick is enough."

From his hiding place, Yamamoto’s mind was a battlefield.

The telepathic fantasy I had forced into him kept showing him images of his wife on her knees, of her taking another man’s cock, of her moaning for it—and every image made his stomach twist with rage even as something darker and unwanted stirred lower.

[I should walk out there and beat that bastard to death... drag him off my wife and break his face...]

[No... I should slap that bitch first... make her feel the same humiliation she’s putting me through...]

[Or... I could just stay here and watch. She’s already doing it. She’s already chosen him. Maybe I deserve to see exactly how much she wants it...]

The conflicting thoughts churned violently while Saki rose to her feet again. She shoved me back against the wall, tore the remaining fabric of her house pants further open, and guided my cock between her legs.

With one rough push she sank down onto the thick cock, taking me into her dripping, hairy pussy in a single motion. The wet, tight heat of her cunt wrapped around me completely. She was still loose and messy from earlier, but the new angle made her moan loud and broken.

She didn’t stop at simply taking me. Saki lifted her hips and dropped them hard, forcing every thick inch as deep as it would go.

The swollen head of my cock pressed firmly against her cervix, kissing the entrance to her womb. The moment that deep contact happened, her entire body jerked, and a raw, loud moan tore out of her throat.

"AAAAAAAH—! It’s hitting my womb—nnngh—so deep—aaaaah...! My husband has never once touched me here—his useless cock can’t even come close—aaaaah...!"

She kept bouncing, deliberately slamming herself down so the tip of my cock punched against that soft, sensitive gate again and again. Each impact dragged another shameless, high-pitched moan from her.

"Aaaah—there—right there—my womb—nnngh—aaaaah...! This is what a real cock feels like—thick and long enough to ruin me—fuck my husband’s pathetic little dick—aaaaah...!"

She grabbed the front of her top and ripped it open, the fabric giving way easily. Her full, heavy tits spilled free, nipples already stiff and dark. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face down toward them.

"Suck them," she ordered, voice thick with lust and broken by louder moans. "Suck my nipples while I ride this fat cock. Do it. Keep hitting my womb—show me again why I don’t need that loser anymore—"

I played the reluctant victim perfectly, voice shaking and agitated even as her pussy clenched and slid up and down my length, the head of my cock kissing her cervix on every downward thrust.

"Aaah... Mrs. Saki... fuck... I’m about to cum... I’m not wearing a condom... if you keep going like this I’ll fill your womb—please—your husband—nnngh—I can’t hold it—!"

My groans came out strained and panicked on purpose, hips twitching upward against my "will" as she forced me deeper.

"Mrs. Saki—stop—I’m too close—you’re going to make me cum inside—aaaaah—without anything—please—!"

Saki only laughed, low and filthy, bouncing even harder on my cock so her heavy tits swayed in front of my face, and the tip kept battering her womb. She forced one stiff nipple against my lips while another loud, broken moan spilled out of her.

"Then cum. Fill this married pussy the same way you filled my ass. I don’t care about condoms."

"I don’t care about him. That weak bastard has never given me anything like this. Just shut up and suck. Hit my womb with that thick cock and cum—breed me right here while he sits around being useless—"

Yamamoto’s thoughts kept fracturing between murderous rage, the urge to drag his wife off me by the hair, and the dark, telepathically planted hunger to stay hidden and watch every second of his wife openly raping another man in their own hallway—her torn clothes hanging off her body.

My cock disappearing into her cunt and kissing her womb with every thrust, her nipples forced into the other man’s mouth while she loudly cursed her own husband, compared his size and depth to nothing, and begged to be filled by a real cock.