Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 629: Horny Old Hag 3

"Show me how bad you want it." Her voice dropped to a whisper, a command.

Jasmine’s breath caught—but she didn’t move.

Not yet.

Emily smirked. "Or..." She trailed off, her fingers sliding down Jasmine’s throat, light, teasing. "Or I tell everyone how Jasmine—" She pressed her lips against her ear again, her voice a poisoned whisper. "—the proper, respectable Jasmine—got on her knees for a cock half her age."

Jasmine’s body tensed—but not in anger.

In shame.

In need.

"P-Please—" Her voice was a whisper, broken, pleading.

Emily’s grin was feral. "Please, what, Jasmine?" Her hand slid lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down—just enough to expose the thick, dark curls of her pubes, the glistening dampness of her pussy lips. "Please let you cum?"

Jasmine moaned, her hips jerking forward—just a little—just enough to betray her.

Emily laughed, low and cruel. "That’s what I thought."

Jasmine’s fingers clamped around my shaft like a vice, her knuckles whitening as she stroked me—once, twice—feeling the pulse of my cock beneath her palm, the heat of it branding her skin. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and defiant, her lips parted as she panted, her huge tits heaving with every ragged breath.

Then—

I grabbed my cock and slapped her face with it—hard—the swollen head connecting with her cheek with a wet, obscene THWACK. The sound echoed through the room, the impact leaving a bright red handprint on her skin, her breath hitching in a gasping "Aaaaaaaah—FUCK—!"

Her face flushed deeper—not just from the slap, but from the humiliation, the heat of my cock searing her skin. "Nnngh—! It’s—It’s too fucking big—!" Her voice was raw, breathy, her fingers trembling where they clutched my cock. "I—I can’t—I can’t take this fucking monster in my mouth—!"

Emily spat—right in Jasmine’s face, a thick, glistening glob of saliva dripping down her chin. "Here, you useless cunt." Her voice was cold, commanding, dripping with disdain. "Rub it in. Lube up that dry throat of yours."

Jasmine’s eyes flared—angry, humiliated—"You fucking bitch—!"

But Emily didn’t let her finish.

Her hand shot out, fisting in Jasmine’s hair, yanking her forward—hard—shoving her mouth onto my cock—

GAG.

Jasmine choked—immediately—her throat seizing as the head of my cock breached her lips, pushing deeper, deeper—half of my length shoving into her mouth before she could react. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks, her nails digging into my thighs as her gag reflex fought against the invasion—but Emily held her there, forcing her to take it.

"Mmmmm—That’s it, you pathetic slut." Emily moaned, her fingers tightening in Jasmine’s hair, yanking her closer. "Choke on it. Show me how bad you want it."

I flexed—just once—and my cock swelled—just a little—

SNAP.

The condom burst—violently—the latex splitting with a sharp, wet POP, the sudden release of pressure sending a spurt of precome spilling into Jasmine’s mouth.

She gagged—violently—pulling back with a choked cough, the tattered remnants of the condom dangling from her lips, strings of spit and precum connecting her mouth to my cock.

"F-Fuck—! Ugh—! It’s—It’s too much—!" She spat the condom out, her face twisted in disgust—but her eyes—fuck—her eyes were burning with something darker.

Emily reached into her pocket, pulling out another condom—handing it to Jasmine, but Jasmine tossed it aside, her eyes gleaming with something wild.

"I hit menopause years ago, you stupid cunt!" She panted, her chest heaving, her fingers wiping at her mouth. "I can take this fucking monster raw—just worry about yourself, bitch—!"

My cock throbbed—hard—at her words, the filthy, defiant way she said it. The idea of her—bare, raw, taking me without anything between us—made my head spin, precome dripping from the tip in thick, shiny streaks.

Emily’s face twisted—anger flaring in her eyes—but then—

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"Ohhh—You want it raw, Jasmine?" Her voice was sweet, poisoned, dripping with mockery. "You think you can handle it?"

"Fine." She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down my chest, lower, lower—until they brushed against my cock, stroking it slowly. "But first—" Her voice dropped to a whisper, dark and promising. "—you’re gonna earn it."

Before Jasmine could react—before she could even breathe—

Emily dropped to her knees—right beside Jasmine, her fingers already plunging into her own pussy, two deep, rough digits pumping in and out with wet, sloppy sounds.

"Mmmmm—Fuck—! You want to see what a real squirt looks like, Jasmine?" Emily moaned, her voice thick with lust, her other hand gripping Jasmine’s chin, forcing her to watch. "Watch me fucking drown you in it."

Jasmine’s eyes widened—"W-What—?!"—but Emily didn’t stop.

Her fingers pounded into her pussy—harder, faster—her hips rocking, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Aaaaaah—! Fuck—! Right there—! I’m—I’m gonna—!"

And then—

SSSSHHHHHHH.

A torrent of hot, sticky juices exploded from Emily’s pussy, hitting Jasmine full in the face—direct, unrelenting, soaking her hair, her eyes, her open mouth. The first spurt was the worst—violent, uncontrolled, splashing against her cheeks, dripping down her chin, pooling in the cleavage of her huge tits.

"Nnngh—! Fuck—! It’s—It’s everywhere—!" Jasmine gasped, choking, her hands flying up to shield her face—but it was too late. Emily’s squirt kept coming—wave after wave, drenching her blouse, soaking her tits, running in rivers down her thighs.

"Mmmmm—That’s right, slut." Emily panted, her fingers still buried in her pussy, her juices dripping from her wrist. "Taste it." She grabbed Jasmine’s hair, yanking her forward, forcing her lips to part—"Lick it off your fucking lips."

Jasmine whimpered—but obeyed.

Her tongue darted out, collecting the drips of Emily’s cum from her chin, her lips, her fingers trembling as she tasted it—salty, sweet, filthy. "Mmm—Fuck—" She moaned, her eyes fluttering—but not in disgust.

In need.

Emily wasn’t done.

Not yet.

She stood—slowly—her pussy still dripping, her juices running down her thighs. She stepped over Jasmine, positioning herself above her—still on her knees, still panting, still covered in Emily’s cum.

"You want it raw?" Emily’s voice was ice, venom. "Then prove it." She spread her legs—just enough—and then—

SSSSSSSSS.

A hot, steady stream of piss erupted from between her legs, hitting Jasmine full in the face—direct, unrelenting, soaking her hair, her eyes, her open mouth. Jasmine gasped—choking—as the golden torrent poured over her, drenching her blouse, her tits, pooling on the floor beneath her knees.

"W-What the—FUCK—!" Jasmine sputtered, her hands flying up to shield her face—but it was too late. She was drenched, humiliated, her clothes clinging to her skin, her mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks.