Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 891: Officer Sarah’s Jealous Throat-Tease

I didn’t move. Let her drink it in: the raw, animal reek rolling off me in waves—sweat-soaked skin, Gabriela’s squirt still tacky on my inner thighs, thick semen dried in crusty streaks down my cock and balls, the faint salty tang of her pussy clinging to every inch of me.

Sarah’s eyes fluttered half-closed. Her thighs pressed together under the uniform pants; I could see the subtle rock of her hips.

"Why haven’t you done that to me?" she whispered, voice cracking with need. "All this time... I’ve been waiting... so fucking long... smelling like her... reeking of another woman’s cunt and your cum... while I sit here aching for it..."

I closed the distance in one step. My arms banded around her waist, yanking her against me hard enough that her cap tilted.

I crushed my mouth to hers—a deep, filthy French kiss, tongue plunging in, claiming every corner. She moaned into it, hands clutching my shirt, hips grinding against the thick ridge in my pants. I kissed her until she was breathless, panting, lips swollen and shiny.

When I pulled back, she was trembling. "Wait..." she gasped, chest heaving under the stiff uniform shirt. "I’m not going to give it to you easily. You must be punished."

Before I could answer, she spun away—quick, authoritative—and yanked open a drawer in the entry table. Metal clinked. She turned back, holding handcuffs in one hand, a black silk blindfold in the other.

"Hands behind your back," she ordered, voice dropping into that cool, commanding cop tone that always made my cock throb.

I complied—slowly, teasingly—crossing my wrists at the small of my back. The cuffs clicked shut, cold steel biting just enough. She tugged my arms upward, looping the chain over a sturdy coat hook by the door so my hands were pinned high and helpless, shoulders pulled back, chest thrust forward.

Then the blindfold—soft silk sliding over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. Her fingers lingered, stroking my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw.

"You’re not allowed to peek," she whispered against my ear, breath hot. "No, seeing what I’m going to do to you. No touching. Just feel. Just take it."

She took my elbow—firm grip—and guided me blindly through the house. My bare feet padded over hardwood, then carpet. The air changed—warmer, scented with her perfume and something muskier, feminine. A door creaked open.

Bedroom.

She maneuvered me carefully, hands on my hips, until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. "Up," she ordered.

I let her push me onto the bed—face down at first, then she rolled me onto my back. The cuffs kept my arms stretched above my head, chained to the headboard now. My shirt rode up, exposing the drying cum streaks on my abs.

My cock strained painfully against the zipper, the fabric dark and clinging with a thick, spreading patch of fresh pre-cum that kept oozing out in slow, insistent pulses. Every heartbeat made it throb harder—trapped, denied, begging.

Blindfolded, cuffed high above my head, I focused inward. The familiar hum of power stirred in my skull. I activated the AI Lens—subtle overlay flickering to life behind my closed eyelids like augmented night vision. The silk blindfold vanished from my "sight"; the world bloomed in crisp, ghostly clarity.

Sarah stood at the foot of the bed, still in full uniform—navy shirt stretched tight over her full breasts, badge glinting, cap perched perfectly, belt heavy with cuffs and baton. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, lips parted, eyes dark with a storm of jealousy and hunger. She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling, nipples visibly stiff under the starched fabric.

She stepped closer, slow and predatory. Her gloved fingers—black leather, cool and smooth—traced the outline of my bulge once, teasing the soaked zipper before she finally tugged it down tooth by tooth. The rasp of metal filled the room. My cock sprang free at last—thick, veined, angry-red, slick from base to tip with pre-cum that strung in glistening webs.

Sarah exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring as she leaned in. She buried her nose against the base of my cock, inhaling deep—once, twice—then dragged her face slowly upward, cheek sliding along the slick length until her lips hovered over the dripping head.

"It smells like pussy..." she whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Fresh... tangy... someone’s cunt all over you. You were just inside her, weren’t you? Balls-deep, pumping her full. Is that Lorena? Did you fuck Lorena raw before coming here?"

I grinned into the darkness I wasn’t supposed to see. "No... It’s Gabriela."

Sarah froze. Her eyes narrowed.

"Damn, she’s old," I continued, voice rough and deliberate, "but her pussy is still so fucking tight. Gripped me like a vice. Milked every drop out of me while she passed out on top, leaking all over my balls. Smell her? That’s her squirt dried on my thighs... her cum mixed with mine still dripping out of her when I left."

Sarah’s jaw clenched. Jealousy flashed hot across her face—then something darker, hungrier. "You bastard," she hissed.

Without another word, she dove down—mouth open—and engulfed just the swollen head of my cock. Hot, wet suction wrapped around the tip; her tongue swirled once, filthy and slow, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum mixed with Gabriela’s lingering flavor.

She moaned around me—vibrating, needy—but refused to take more. Just the head. Sucking hard, cheeks hollowing, then popping off with a wet smack.

I bucked instinctively—hips jerking upward, desperate to shove deeper into that warm throat—but the cuffs held me fast, chain rattling against the headboard. My cock slapped wetly against her chin, leaving a shiny streak of spit and pre-cum across her uniform collar.

Sarah pulled back completely, lips glistening, a thin string of saliva connecting her mouth to my tip before snapping. She laughed—low, wicked, taunting. "What’s that feeling, Jack? Itchy? Aching? Want me to take it deep inside my mouth? Swallow you down until your balls are kissing my chin?" She leaned in again, breath hot against the slick head. "Heh... not that easy."

Her tongue flicked out—quick kitten licks along the underside, tracing the thick vein from base to slit, lapping up every fresh bead of pre-cum like it was candy. Then she pulled away again, just out of reach, watching my cock twitch and drool helplessly in the air.