Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 652: Pregnant Vixen’s Pitiful Lie

Freya tilted her head, her fingers twirling a loose strand of her hair around them, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Jack..." She pouted, her lower lip quivering as if she were genuinely hurt.

"Are you seriously blaming me for ruining your chance to fuck my sister?" Her eyes glistened, her voice trembling just enough to sell the act. "After I went through all that trouble to help you?"

I crossed my arms, playing the sullen, frustrated virgin, my voice rough with fake annoyance. "Hmph. You only wanted to tease me."

Freya clutched her chest, her voice breaking as she stepped closer, her dress swishing around her legs. "I only wanted to help you, Jack..." Her fingers traced the neckline of her dress, her eyes wide and pleading.

"I called those neighbors just to distract Emily... So you could hold back... And this is the thanks I get?" She sniffled, her voice quivering. "I guess no one even wants my pregnant pussy..."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with fake sadness, but her lips twitched, betraying the amusement she couldn’t hide.

"NO!" I burst out, my voice cracking with desperation. I stepped forward, my hands clenching at my sides. "No, Sister Freya! I—I like— I like your pregnant pussy the most—!" My voice wavered, my cheeks flushing as I stammered, playing the flustered virgin.

Freya’s eyes flicked up, her lips curling into a smirk. "You’re lying, Jack..." Her voice was sweet, knowing, her fingers trailing down her belly, teasing the fabric of her dress.

"If you really liked my pussy..." She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "You wouldn’t have been trying to shove your cock into Emily’s pussy just now, hmm?"

"NO, I’M NOT LYING!" My voice rose, raw and desperate. And before she could doubt me again, my hands yanked down the zipper of my pants in one sharp motion.

THWIP.

My cock sprang free, throbbing, veiny, the tip weeping with precome, hard just from the thought of her. "Look!" My voice was a broken whimper, my fingers pointing at the obscene sight. "It’s hard just thinking about your pussy, Sister Freya! I swear—!"

Freya’s eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she studied my cock, her gaze lingering on the thick veins, the dripping tip. "Then explain this to me, Jack~..." Her fingers tapped her chin, her voice low, taunting.

"Why were you so eager to hump Emily just now?" She stepped closer, her dress brushing against my legs, her hand reaching out to trace the head of my cock with a single, teasing finger. "Mmm~... Were you thinking about my pussy as you tried to shove your cock inside Emily’s pussy?"

I ducked my head, my cheeks burning, my voice mumbling into my chest. "That—Sister Freya, I—I just couldn’t help it..." My cock twitched under her touch, precome dripping onto the floor.

"But I held back! I didn’t cum!" My eyes flicked up to hers, pleading, desperate. "Please... can I have your pussy, Sister Freya? I need it— I need you—!"

Freya’s smirk deepened, her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly, torturously. "Hmm..." Her voice was a dark, amused purr, her breath hot against my ear. Her thumb swiped over the tip, spreading the precome, her grip tightening just enough to make me hiss. "But you still haven’t thanked me, have you?"

I swallowed hard, my body trembling, my cock throbbing in her hand. "T-Thank you...?" My voice wavered, confused.

Freya’s laugh was low, wicked. "For saving you from cumming inside Emily, silly..." Her fingers stroked my cock, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"If I hadn’t called those neighbors..." Her grip tightened, her thumb pressing into the underside of my cock, making me gasp. "You would’ve already cum inside her, wouldn’t you?" Her lips brushed my ear, her voice dark, honeyed. "So shouldn’t you thank me, Jack~?"

I whimpered, my hips jerking forward, my cock pulsing in her hand. "Y-Yes! Thank you, Sister Freya—!"

Freya’s smile turned downright devilish. "Good boy~..." Her fingers released my cock, and I staggered, my cock bobbing in the air, aching, desperate. "But don’t think this means you get my pussy yet..."

She stepped back, her dress swishing around her legs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You have to wait, Jack~..." Her voice was light, mocking, but her gaze burned into mine.

"And don’t forget—" She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a whisper. "Emily and my neighbors are still here..." Her fingers trailed down my chest, lingering just above my cock, teasing, tormenting. "I have to deal with them first..." Her hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look at her. "And you have to be a good boy and wait for me..."

Her fingers slid away, and she turned, her hips swinging as she walked toward the door. "Don’t worry, Jack~..."* Her voice was sweet, poisonous, her dress clinging to her pregnant curves. "I’ll make it worth the wait..." She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark with promise. "If you can last that long~..."

And then—

She was gone.

Leaving me standing there—

My cock throbbing, dripping, aching—

My body trembling with need—

My mind is racing with images of her tight, pregnant pussy—

And the knowledge that she wasn’t done with me yet.

Freya’s thoughts echoed in my mind, dripping with sadistic delight: [So~...] [Cute...]

[The way he’s trembling... The way his cock is leaking like that...]

[I wonder how long he’ll last...]

[I wonder if he’ll cum just from thinking about me...]

My cock throbbed, aching deep in my pants, the head still slick with precome, the veins pulsing with frustration. Every tease, every denial, every mocking laugh from Emily and Freya burned in my mind like embers, stoking something dark, something hungry.

Enough.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I adjusted my clothes, tucking my cock back into my pants with a sharp, deliberate motion. The fabric brushed against the sensitive tip, sending a jolt of pain-pleasure through me, but I gritted my teeth, ignoring it.

Freya can wait.

Emily?

She’s first.

I straightened, my shoulders squaring, my expression smoothing into something calm, innocent—the perfect mask of the obedient, flustered virgin. But beneath it, my mind whirred, calculating, planning.

She thinks she’s in control.

She thinks she’s won.

Let her.

I stepped toward the door and turned the doorknob, opening the door.