Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1274: Yamamoto’s Green Hat Ceremony

Saki’s eyes stayed locked on her husband as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock—still thick, still hard, still glistening with the thick mixture of her juices and the massive load I had just pumped into her womb.

She gave the cock a slow, deliberate tap with her fingers, then another, making it bob heavily in the open air.

"Look..." she said, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "He’s even harder... even after cumming two times. This cock just filled my womb, and it’s already ready to go again."

She stroked it once, slow and possessive, letting Yamamoto clearly see the full size and the wet shine of his wife’s cum still coating it.

"I am divorcing you, bastard."

Yamamoto’s face twisted with pure, murderous rage. His whole body coiled as he lunged forward, arm swinging up to slap her hard across the face.

I moved first.

Invisible threads of telekinesis locked around his body mid-swing. His arm froze in the air. His feet stayed planted. He couldn’t take another step, couldn’t close the distance, couldn’t land the blow. The only things free were his eyes—wide with shock and helpless fury—as he realized something unseen was holding him completely in place.

I kept my voice calm and polite, the same professional tone I had used when I first walked into his house, even while his wife still had her hand wrapped around my hard, cum-slick cock.

"Mrs. Saki... look, your husband is also reluctant to hit you... please, can you let me go..."

I slipped back into the reluctant, embarrassed act perfectly, eyes wide, body language tense, as if I were still the victim she had forced herself on.

Saki’s fingers tightened around my cock. She gave it a slow, possessive stroke, feeling how it remained thick and heavy in her palm even after two massive loads. A wicked little smile curved her lips.

"Hmmm... you came so deep... what if I became pregnant? Then you have to marry me..."

Yamamoto’s eyes bulged with pure shock as he discovered he couldn’t move a single muscle. His arm stayed frozen mid-swing, feet locked to the floor, body completely immobilized by the invisible force I held him with.

Only his eyes could still dart around in growing panic and humiliation.

"What the fuck...?! Why can’t I move?! Saki! What’s happening to me?! I can’t move my arms—my legs—nothing!" His voice cracked with rising panic. "What did you do to me, you bastard?! Let me go!"

Saki finally noticed. She glanced at her husband, still holding my cock, and her expression shifted from lustful triumph to genuine confusion.

"What is going on...? Why isn’t he moving?"

I kept the polite, almost clinical tone, as if I were simply observing a client’s unusual situation.

"Mrs. Saki... I guess your husband has a cuckold fetish. One part of him wants to see you put a green hat on him... to watch another man take what’s his. The other part still feels like a man whose own wife is getting fucked right in front of him. So he feels embarrassed... and angry... at the same time."

Saki listened carefully. The explanation seemed to click into place in her mind. A slow, cruel smile spread across her face as she looked back at her frozen husband. She believed every word.

"Oh... so that’s what it is," she said, voice dripping with mockery. "You’re not even trying to stop us because you secretly like it. You want to watch your wife get used. What a pathetic, disgusting man you are."

She turned fully toward Yamamoto, still gripping my cock, and began walking backward until her soft, cum-smeared ass pressed against me.

Without breaking eye contact with her husband, she reached back, guided the thick, still-hard head of my cock to the loose, cum-filled rim of her asshole, and slowly pushed herself onto it.

The stretched, well-used hole opened easily around the thick cock. Inch by inch she sank back, letting her husband clearly see the way her dark pink rim spread wide and thin as it swallowed my cock. Thick white cum from the earlier load was forced out around the invading cock, dripping in heavy strands down her thighs as she took me deeper into her ass.

"Look, Yamamoto..." she said, voice thick with filthy triumph as she bottomed out, her soft cheeks pressed flush against my hips. "Look how much it stretches me. Your little dick could never open me like this. He’s so thick... my asshole is wrapped so tight around him, and there’s still room for his cum to leak out."

Yamamoto’s panicked shouting grew louder, mixed with helpless rage.

"Saki! Stop it! Take it out! Why can’t I fucking move?! Someone help—what the hell is this?! Get off him right now!"

Saki only moaned softly at first as she adjusted to the thick cock buried in her ass again, then the soft sound quickly grew louder and more broken.

She began to roll her hips in slow, deliberate circles so her husband could watch the way her stretched rim gripped and slid along the cock.

"Aaaah... nnngh... it’s so thick... aaaaah...!"

The dark pink ring of her asshole was pulled taut around my cock, the soft flesh thinning and whitening at the edges as it struggled to accept the full girth. Every small movement made the stretched hole flutter and clench, forcing more of the earlier load out in thick white rivulets that ran down her thighs.

"Shut up and watch," she mocked between moans, voice already shaky.

"This is what you wanted, right? According to him, you’ve got a cuckold fetish. So enjoy the show. Watch your wife’s asshole get stretched open around a real cock while you stand there frozen like a useless statue."

She reached back with both hands, spread her own ass cheeks wide, and pushed back even harder so every thick inch disappeared inside her. The sudden deep stretch dragged a loud, raw cry from her throat.

"AAAAAAAH—! It’s going so deep—nnngh—my ass is stretching so much—aaaaah...!"

More of my earlier cum was forced out around the base, running down in messy white rivers while she kept her eyes locked on her husband’s horrified, immobilized face.

She pulled forward until only the head remained inside, the rim of her asshole gripping the swollen tip like a tight, shiny ring, then slammed her hips back again.

"Aaaaah—fuck—look how wide it opens—nnngh—aaaaah...!"

The thick cock disappeared completely once more, her soft cheeks flattening against my hips. Her asshole was stretched into a perfect, straining circle, the inner walls visibly gripping and pulsing around the veiny length as she started to rock back and forth.

"See it clearly?" she panted, voice high and broken by another loud moan. "Aaaaah—that’s how wide open I am for him—nnngh—and you can’t do a single thing about it—aaaaah...!"

She kept spreading herself, kept pushing back, every deep thrust forcing another shameless, drawn-out moan from her as her well-used asshole stretched obscenely around my cock right in front of her frozen husband’s eyes.