Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 670: The Stinky Pillow

Freya’s legs buckled beneath her, her body trembling from the relentless fucking, her pregnant belly heavy and glistening with sweat. I caught her before she could collapse, my arms wrapping around her waist, holding her against me.

"Easy~..." I murmured, my voice rough but gentle, as I lowered her onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress with a soft sigh. Her thighs spread slightly, her pussy still gaping, dripping with my cum and her own juices, the musky scent of sex lingering in the air.

Nancy sauntered over, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction, her fingers trailing up my chest. "Now Sister Freya is done~..." she purred, her voice dripping with triumph and lust, "And I can finally have Jack all to myself—..." Her fingers slid down, wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly, her eyes gleaming with hunger.

I smirked, my hand cupping her chin, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. "Aren’t you a lesbian~?" I taunted, my voice thick with amusement, "Why are you so hungry for my cock~?" My thumb brushed over her lips, teasing her. "Shouldn’t you prefer to rub your pussies together~...?"

Nancy’s cheeks flushed, but her grip on my cock tightened, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper. "W-We were—..." she admitted, her fingers stroking me faster, "But not anymore~..."

Suzy stepped forward, her body still aching from earlier, her pussy glistening with need. "We’re not lesbians anymore, Jack~..." she moaned, her voice thick with desperation, her fingers trailing up my arm.

"We realized we can’t live without you~..." Her eyes locked onto mine, gleaming with raw need. "And we can’t live without your cock~..." Her voice cracked, her body trembling. "Ramming inside us~... Destroying our pussies... Please, Jack..."

Freya, exhausted but still smirking, propped herself up on her elbows, her pregnant belly rising and falling with every panted breath. "Oh~..." she chuckled, her voice weak but dripping with amusement, "Listen to them, Jack~..." Her eyes flicked between Nancy and Suzy, her smirk deepening.

Freya’s fingers traced lazy circles over her swollen belly, her pussy still glistening from the brutal fucking, her voice dropping to that dark, sinful whisper. "They act like they own you now~..." she purred, her lips curling into a smug smirk as she watched Nancy and Suzy squirm with need. Her fingers spread her pussy lips just enough to tease them, the musky scent of sex still heavy in the air. "But we all know the truth, don’t we~...?"

Her gaze locked onto mine, gleaming with possession. "You belong to me—..." she whispered, her voice thick with ownership, her fingers circling her clit slowly, taunting them—taunting me.

Then, her expression shifted, her eyes flicking toward the window where the faint light of dawn was creeping in. "You guys should rest now~..." she said, her voice suddenly serious, "It’s going to be morning soon." Her fingers tapped against her belly, her gaze drifting to Emily—still sleeping, still oblivious—but for how long?

"Emily is gonna wake up~..." Freya warned, her voice low, "The effect of the sleeping pill could wear off any time now~..."

The moment she said it, panic flashed across Nancy and Suzy’s faces.

"W-What—?!" Nancy gasped, her eyes flying wide, her fingers fumbling with the crumpled fabric of her nightie, yanking it back over her body in frantic movements. "S-Shit—! Shit, shit, shit—!"

Suzy snatched her own nightie from the floor, her hands shaking as she pulled it on, her eyes darting between Emily and the soaked mattress.

"T-The mattress—!" she hissed, her voice panicked, "It’s wet—! Emily’s pillow—! It’s soaked—!"* Her fingers pointed at the dark, spreading stain—Freya’s piss, still seeping into the fabric, the smell lingering in the air.

The room fell into a tense silence as Emily stirred, her body shifting slightly on the soaked mattress. Nancy’s face went pale as a ghost, her fingers clenching the fabric of her nightie so tightly it looked like she might tear it. "F-Fuck—!" she hissed under her breath, her voice barely audible, "If she wakes up and sees this—!" Her eyes darted between the wet stain on the pillow and Emily’s groggy movements, her body freezing in panic.

I moved quickly, snatching my pants from behind the sofa and pulling them on before lying down, covering myself with the blanket. My heart pounded as I peered through the gap, watching the scene unfold.

Suzy, still on her knees, froze mid-motion, her fingers clawing at the sheet. "I’ll clean it before we sleep—..." she had muttered just seconds before, but now her voice died in her throat. Her eyes widened in horror as Emily stirred, and without a second thought, she dived onto Freya’s mattress, pressing herself against Freya’s side.

Nancy followed instantly, squeezing in on the other side, both of them pretending to be asleep in an instant, Freya sandwiched between them.

Emily sat up slightly, rubbing her eyes with one hand while the other brushed against the damp pillow. "Why is my pillow wet...?" she murmured, her voice groggy with sleep.

She frowned, her fingers pressing into the fabric, before her gaze dropped to the floor—where a dark, wet patch glistened under the dim light. "Looks like they dropped cold drinks here by accident..." she muttered, her brow furrowing in confusion.

But then she paused.

Her nose wrinkled slightly, her head tilting as she sniffed the air. "But what is this smell...?" Her eyes slowly lifted, landing on the three girls pressed together on the mattress—Freya in the middle, Nancy and Suzy clinging to her sides like they were seeking protection.

Emily’s gaze lingered for a long, suspicious moment, her fingers tapping lightly against the pillow.

The air was thick with tension.

I held my breath, peeking through the blanket, my body still as a statue. Emily hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the scene—the way Freya’s belly rose and fell with slow, even breaths, the way Nancy and Suzy pretended to sleep, their bodies too still, too deliberate.

For a heart-stopping second, I thought she knew.

But then—Emily sighed, shaking her head slightly as if dismissing the thought. "Weird..." she muttered, her voice soft, before lying back down, pulling the blanket over herself.

The room stayed silent.

Nancy and Suzy remained frozen, their breaths shallow, their bodies tense. Freya, sandwiched between them, let out the faintest smirk, her fingers twitching slightly against the mattress—as if she was enjoying the aftermath of the chaos she’d helped create.

And me?

I stayed still, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, the taste of danger making my cock twitch beneath the blanket.

Tomorrow was going to be interesting.