Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 772: Margaret’s Hungry Pussy

Jessica stepped forward, her hips swaying with that confident, playful stride of hers, her eyes scanning the new faces—Polina, Alisa, Irene, Diana, and Katerina—with a smirk that spoke volumes.

"Husband," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, "you found so many new sisters while you were away?" Her fingers tapped her chin as she pretended to count, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Eight more? Impressive."

Polina’s eyes widened like saucers, her gaze darting between Jessica, the other women, and me, her face flushing a deep crimson. "N-No, it’s not—!" she stammered, her hands clenching at her sides as she took an involuntary step back, bumping into Alisa, who looked just as stunned.

Irene crossed her arms, her expression unreadable, but the way her fingers dug into her own skin betrayed her nerves.

Diana and Katerina exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if they’d just walked into a room full of predators and realized they were the prey.

Natalya let out a soft, exasperated laugh, shaking her head as she stepped forward, her voice dry but carrying that familiar authority.

"Sisters," she said, her tone amused but firm, "they’re my bodyguards... for now." The unspoken implication lingered in the air, her smirk hinting at the possibility that one day, that "for now" might change.

"Though I suppose if any of you want to convince them otherwise..." She shrugged, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "I wouldn’t stop you."

The room erupted into laughter, the tension shattering like glass. Julie grinned, leaning into me as she whispered, "Oh, bodyguards, huh?" Her fingers traced idle circles on my chest, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "How convenient that they’re all so pretty."

Freya chuckled, pushing off the doorframe with a sly smile, her gaze flicking over the newcomers with open curiosity. "Eight new faces?" she murmured, her voice husky. "Husband, you do like to keep things interesting."

Haruna crossed her arms, her expression unreadable, but the way her lips twitched betrayed her amusement. "Bodyguards, huh?" she said, her tone dry. "I wonder how long that’ll last."

Hannah blushed, her fingers twisting together as she glanced at the others, her voice soft but curious. "They seem... nice."

Isabella smiled, her gaze warm as she stepped forward, her voice gentle. "Welcome," she said, her eyes flicking between them. "Though I think you’ll find we’re all quite... close here."

The newcomers shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between us, their postures rigid. Polina cleared her throat, her voice strained but polite. "Uh. Thank you, ma’am," she said, her gaze flicking to Natalya, as if searching for guidance.

The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Polina and the other bodyguards—Alisa, Irene, Diana, and Katerina—stood stiffly, their postures rigid, their eyes darting between the chaos of my women and the sheer overwhelm of the situation. Their faces were a mix of discomfort, confusion, and something bordering on panic. It was clear they weren’t used to this—so many women, so much energy, so much us.

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair as I glanced at them. "Stella," I called, my voice calm but firm, "take them to their rooms. Let them rest."

Stella, ever the graceful one, nodded without hesitation, her voice soft and soothing as she stepped forward. "Of course," she murmured, her gaze warm as she turned to the bodyguards.

"Right this way, ladies. You must be exhausted after the trip." She gestured toward the hallway, her presence instantly easing some of the tension in their shoulders.

Polina hesitated for just a moment, her eyes flicking to Natalya as if seeking permission. Natalya gave her a small, reassuring nod, her expression softening just slightly. "Go on," she murmured, "get some rest."

With that, the bodyguards followed Stella, their postures relaxing just enough as they disappeared down the hallway, the sound of their footsteps fading into silence.

Once they were gone, the room seemed to exhale. The energy shifted, the tension easing as my women exchanged glances, some amused, some relieved.

Julie leaned into me, her voice playful. "Good call, husband," she murmured, "they looked like they were two seconds away from bolting."

Freya chuckled, crossing her arms as she watched the hallway where they’d disappeared. "Can’t blame them," she said, her tone dry, "we are a lot."

Haruna smirked, shaking her head. "They’ll get used to it," she murmured, "or they won’t." Her gaze flicked to Natalya, who was watching the hallway with a thoughtful expression. "Either way, it’s fun to watch."

Natalya let out a soft sigh, turning back to us, her voice amused but firm. "They’re good at their jobs," she said, "but they’re not used to... this." She gestured vaguely to the room, to all of us, to the sheer chaos that was our dynamic—the laughter, the teasing, the unapologetic desire that thrummed between us like a live wire.

Margaret suddenly moved.

"Master..." she whimpered, her voice raw, desperate, "I can’t take it anymore..." Her hands grabbed at my shirt, yanking it open, buttons popping as she pulled it off me.

"My pussy—it’s itching so bad..." Her lips crashed onto mine before I could react, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, hungry, demanding.

Margaret tore off her clothes with frantic desperation, her body glistening under the soft lights of the villa, her breasts bouncing free as she straddled me. But it wasn’t just her nakedness that caught everyone’s attention—

It was her nipples.

Inverted.

Deep, dark, puckered little craters in her perfect tits, something none of us had seen before. Natalya’s eyes widened, her fingers freezing mid-motion as she stared, her voice dropping to a shocked whisper. "What the fuck—?"

Yelena let out a low, impressed whistle, her fingers already reaching out before she could stop herself. "Holy shit," she murmured, her thumb brushing over one of Margaret’s nipples,

"I’ve never seen nipples like this before." She pinched it gently, and the inverted bud popped out slightly, hardening under her touch. "Fuck, look at that—!" she breathes, her other hand joining in, rolling the nipple between her fingers, pulling it out further.

"Oh my God," Claire gasped, leaning in, her fingers joining Yelena’s. "They’re so weird..." she murmured, her thumb pressing against the other nipple, forcing it to protrude before pinching it hard. "But so fucking hot."

"Ah—!" Margaret whimpered, her back arching as their fingers played with her nipples, her pussy clenching around my cock as she ground down on me. "M-Master—!" she moaned, her voice breathy, "they’re touching me—!"

"And you love it, slut," Yelena purred, her fingers tightening on Margaret’s nipple, twisting it just enough to make her gasp. "Look at you, riding his cock while we play with your freaky little tits."