Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 653: Freya’s Lesbian Neighbours

The living room buzzed with laughter and chatter, the air thick with the scent of perfume and something sweeter, musky—the subtle, intoxicating aroma of arousal.

My gaze flickered toward the sofa, where Emily sat leaning in, her hands animated as she spoke to the two women beside her.

"Jack....." Emily’s voice was bright, excited as she waved me over. "Meet Nancy and Suzy. They are sisters’ neighbours"

Emily said, " Nancy and Suzy.. meet Jack, my boyfriend."

"Hello, Jack." Their voices harmonized, Nancy’s soft and melodic, Suzy’s low, husky. A shiver ran down my spine—not from nerves, but from the way their gaze lingered on me, appraising, hungry.

"Hello..." I replied, my voice even, but my mind racing. I sat down on the opposite sofa, my eyes tracing the way Nancy’s fingers brushed against Suzy’s thigh, the way Suzy’s lips parted just slightly as she leaned into Nancy’s touch.

The living room was thick with the scent of jasmine and vanilla, mixed with something musky, intoxicating—the unmistakable aroma of arousal.

My gaze locked onto Nancy and Suzy.

Nancy was porcelain perfection—her skin flawless, creamy, like freshly churned butter, her blonde curls cascading over her shoulders in soft, golden waves. Her dress—tight, clinging, criminally short—hugged her curves in a way that made my cock twitch.

The swell of her breasts was just visible, the cleavage deep enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy. Her legs were crossed, but the way her thighs pressed together, the fabric riding up just enough to hint at the dampness between them, made my mouth water.

I could almost see the glistening fold of her pussy lips, peeking out from beneath the lace of her panties—if she was even wearing any.

Suzy, on the other hand, was all sun-kissed sin. Her brown skin gleamed under the soft lighting, smooth and supple, like warm caramel. Her dress was even tighter, molding to her voluptuous figure, the neckline plunging low enough to reveal the dark, puckered areolas of her nipples, hard and begging for attention.

Her hips were wide, made for gripping, and the way she shifted, the dress hitching up to reveal the shadow of her pussy, bare and swollen, had my cock pulsing painfully in my pants.

Their fingers were entwined, Nancy’s slender hand resting on Suzy’s thigh, stroking slow, possessive circles.

Two pussies. Rubbing. Grinding. Dripping.

Freya stood suddenly, her dress swishing around her legs. "Let me get you a glass of water..." Her eyes flickered to me, dark with unspoken intent.

Freya’s voice sliced through my thoughts, sweet and poisonous. "Jack... Come and help me."

Emily was too engrossed in her conversation with Nancy and Suzy to notice the tension, her laugh bright, unaware of the game unfolding.

The kitchen door swung shut behind us with a soft click, sealing us in a world of flickering fluorescent light and the rhythmic drip-drip of the faucet.

Freya didn’t even glance at the glass she’d set under the tap. Instead, she leaned back against the counter, her hips arching just enough to make the hem of her dress ride up her thighs.

The water ran unchecked, splashing over the rim, but her attention was locked on me—her fingers drumming lazily against the countertop, her lips parted in a smirk that promised trouble.

"Jack~..." she purred, her voice a velvet whisper that slithered down my spine. She didn’t wait for me to react. In one fluid motion, she pushed off the counter and closed the distance between us, her body pressing against mine.

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "There’s one more thing I didn’t tell you. You wanted to know why I called my neighbours to disturb you and Emily right... I also have another reason to call them here."

I asked, " Another Reason?"

"You know Nancy and Suzy are lesbians, don’t you?" she asked, though it wasn’t really a question. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock through the fabric, her nails scraping just enough to make me twitch.

"Mmm, I can feel how much you like that thought." She bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening as she watched my reaction. "I bet you’ve imagined them together, haven’t you? All tangled up, moaning, their pussies so wet and desperate..."

A groan tore from my throat, my hips jerking involuntarily toward her hand. Freya’s laugh was a dark, throaty sound, her grip tightening just enough to make me gasp. "Shh, Jack~..." she chided, her thumb pressing against the head of my cock through my pants.

"We can’t have you cumming yet, can we?" She leaned in closer, her lips brushing my jaw as she spoke, her voice a sinful whisper. "You know I was talking to them earlier, about a month ago. Just a little chat between friends..." Her free hand slid up my chest, her nails dragging lightly over my shirt, sending shivers down my spine.

"They couldn’t stop staring at my belly. Touching it, even." Her grip on my cock tightened, her thumb circling in slow, deliberate strokes. "They got so jealous, Jack. So desperate."

Her breath hitched, her voice dropping to a husky growl. "I told them how I got pregnant, but they can’t afford the cost of the expensive embryo plantation." Her fingers squeezed, her palm cupping my balls, rolling them gently before applying just enough pressure to make my knees buckle.

"So I offered them another solution." She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watched me struggle to keep my composure.

"I told them to find someone to give them what they want. Someone strong. Handsome." Her hand slid up my cock, her touch maddeningly slow, her thumb pressing against the wet spot forming on my pants. "Someone like you."

My breath came in ragged gasps, my mind flooded with images—Nancy’s lips parting as Suzy’s fingers slid inside her, their bodies glistening with sweat, their moans filling the air.

Freya’s laugh was a low, wicked sound, her fingers working my cock with practiced ease. "Oh, Jack~..." she cooed, her lips brushing my ear.

"You’re dripping for them, aren’t you?" She squeezed again, her nails digging in just enough to make me whimper. "I can feel it. All that precome soaking through your pants..." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of my ear, her voice a dark purr.

"Tell me, which one do you want first? Nancy, with those big, innocent eyes..." Her hand stroked up, her thumb pressing against the head of my cock. "Or Suzy, with that sharp tongue and the way she begs when she’s close?"

She pulled back, her eyes locked on mine as her hand continued its slow, torturous rhythm. "Or..." she drawled, her lips curling into a smirk, "do you want them both, Jack? Both of them, spread out and waiting, their pussies dripping for your cock?" Her grip tightened, her voice dropping to a whisper.