Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 463: Ava’s Dirty Mind Games

Ava’s body tensed at the accusation, her fingers freezing where they had been teasing my cock through my pants. The sudden stillness made her breasts jiggle enticingly beneath the thin silk of her negligee, her hard nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked at me with wide, desperate eyes, the air thick with the weight of her transgression.

I could see the desperation in her gaze, the way her thighs pressed together as if seeking relief from her own arousal. The rules were clear – no touching without permission – and she had broken them. The game was over for her, but the night’s pleasures were far from finished.

“Get off,” I commanded, my voice steady and firm. Ava’s body sagged with disappointment, a visible shudder running through her as she obeyed.

She slid off me, her bare feet whispering against the carpet as she stepped back. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, the flush of desire and frustration painting her skin in delicious shades of pink. A glistening trail of her arousal marked her inner thighs, evidence of how turned on she was despite her punishment.

Jenna and Angela stepped forward immediately, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They had won this round by following the rules, and they were eager to claim their prize.

The room’s energy shifted palpably as Ava took her place at the side, her arms crossing over her chest in a futile attempt at modesty that only served to push her breasts together enticingly.

I looked at Ava standing aside, completely naked now, with that delicious pout of disappointment curling her lips. My gaze traveled over her trembling form, noting the way her thighs pressed together as if seeking relief from her own arousal, the way her fingers twitched like she wanted to touch herself but wouldn’t dare without permission.

Turning my attention to the remaining contestants, I asked, “Then who will go first…?”

Jenna immediately sank to her knees, her voice a sultry purr. “Master, let me be first…” Her hands stroked my thighs suggestively through the tight denim, her leather-clad form presenting an interesting contrast to Ava’s nakedness.

Angela mirrored the position, her voice a breathy whisper. “Master, let me be first…” Her lingerie-clad form presented an enticing contrast to both Jenna’s leather and Ava’s nakedness, the black lace barely containing her ample curves.

I watched them compete, their bodies pressing closer as they vied for my attention. Jenna’s leather-clad form contrasted sharply with Angela’s lace-covered curves, both presenting enticing options. The air was thick with their competing scents – leather and perfume, lace and arousal.

“Enough,” I commanded, my voice cutting through their competition. I turned to Ava, who stood naked to the side, her arms crossed under her breasts in a way that only served to enhance her cleavage. “Ava… you decide who goes first.”

Ava’s eyes lit up with malicious delight at being given this power. I could see her mind working through the possibilities, her gaze flicking between the two girls kneeling before me. Her fingers twitched at her sides, betraying her desire to touch herself as she watched them.

[Hmm…] Ava’s mental voice dripped with calculation and jealousy. [Look at that leather slut Jenna… She thinks she can please Master with that ridiculous outfit? Those jeans must be chafing her poor little cunt…] Her thoughts turned to Angela, and I could sense her genuine appreciation mixed with envy.

[But Angela… fuck, that lingerie looks amazing on her… The way it cups her tits… I bet Master’s cock is already hardening just looking at her…]

Ava’s mind worked quickly through her increasingly dirty scheme. [Hmm… I’m sure Jenna won’t be able to make Master cum with that stupid leather getup…] Her mental voice grew more confident and filthy.

[Then Master will be all frustrated and hard… and when he can’t cum from that leather bitch, I’ll offer him my tight little asshole…] Her thoughts became more explicit. [I’ll get on my knees and spread my cheeks for him… show him how my little hole is still dripping from earlier… and he’ll fuck me so hard…]

[Ha… ha…] Ava’s mental voice was thick with self-satisfaction. [I’m such a genius slut… Master will be so grateful when I offer my ass… he’ll cum so hard inside me…]

“Master,” Ava said aloud with false sweetness, her voice dripping with barely concealed malice, ” Let Jenna try first…”

I chuckled darkly at her transparent manipulation, noting the way her fingers twitched at her sides like she was imagining touching herself.

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The girls had no idea I could hear Ava’s scheming thoughts, and I found her petty jealousy and dirty mind games darkly amusing. Her transparent manipulations only made me harder, knowing I would eventually turn her own schemes against her. For now, I would play along – but Ava would learn soon enough about the dangers of underestimating me.

Jenna’s face lit up with triumph as she crawled toward me, her leather outfit creaking with each movement. “Hmm… thank you…” she purred, looking back at Ava with a smirk that dripped with false sweetness. “As a favor… You can stay here… and learn from me how to leave Master dry…” Her voice was thick with mock generosity, her eyes gleaming with the prospect of Ava’s frustration.

She turned those gleaming eyes to me, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Only if Master agrees, of course…”

I could see Ava’s eyes narrow slightly at Jenna’s words, her fingers twitching at her sides as she watched Jenna approach. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, mixing with the musky perfume of her frustration. I thought it would be fun to tease Ava more, to let her think her little scheme was working, so I nodded my agreement.

“Very well,” I said, watching Ava’s face carefully. “Proceed.”

Jenna’s smirk grew wider as she turned back to Ava, her voice dripping with false kindness. “Watch closely, dear,” she said, her hands running down her leather-clad body suggestively. “You might learn something about how to properly please a man.”

Ava’s eyes flashed with anger at the insult, but I could see the way her nipples hardened visibly, betraying her own arousal despite her frustration. Her fingers twitched at her sides, her mind already racing with dirty thoughts about how this would play out.

[Oh, this is perfect…] Ava’s mental voice dripped with satisfaction. [Let that leather slut try… She’ll fail miserably…]

Angela’s disappointment was palpable as she watched Jenna crawl toward me with a triumphant smirk. Angela’s eyes flashed with barely contained fury.

“Oh please,” Angela scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain as she adjusted her lingerie, making sure I got a good view of her ample cleavage. “What makes you think you can satisfy Master with that ridiculous leather getup? You’ll be lucky if you can even get him half hard.”

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