Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 892: Officer Sarah’s Teasing Temptation

"You walked in here reeking of another woman’s cunt," she purred, voice dripping venom and lust. "So you get to suffer. I’m going to edge you until you’re babbling. Until you’re begging me to forgive you for fucking Gabriela instead of coming straight to me. And maybe—if you’re good—I’ll let you taste how soaked my uniform pants are right now. But only maybe."

She straddled one of my thighs—still fully clothed—grinding her crotch slowly against the muscle.

I could feel the heat, the dampness seeping through the fabric, her clit swollen and pressing hard as she rocked. Her free hand wrapped around my cock—not stroking, just holding—squeezing rhythmically at the base while her thumb circled the head in torturously slow swirls.

"Look at you," she whispered, eyes locked on my blindfold even though she didn’t know I could see every filthy detail. "Cuffed, blind, cock dripping like a faucet... and still hard as steel because another woman used you first. Tell me... did Gabriela scream when you filled her? Did she beg for more even after she passed out?"

I groaned, hips rolling uselessly. "She did. Passed out with my cock still buried, pussy clenching like it didn’t want to let go. Leaked all over me while she slept."

Sarah’s grip tightened—almost punishing. "Then you’re going to earn every inch of my mouth. Every inch of my throat. Every drop I let you spill."

She leaned down again—lips brushing the tip, breath teasing—and took just the head back in. Sucked hard. Swirled. Popped off. Repeated. Over and over. Edging me mercilessly while her hips ground harder against my thigh, her uniform pants darkening with her own arousal.

The punishment was exquisite torture.

And she was only getting started.

Sarah’s gloved hand stayed wrapped around the base of my cock—firm, possessive, squeezing in slow, deliberate pulses that made my balls tighten and another thick bead of pre-cum roll down the cock to coat her leather fingers.

She stroked once—long, languid, from root to dripping tip—then released completely, letting my cock slap heavily back against my abs with a wet thwack. The sound echoed in the quiet room, obscene and humiliating.

"Poor thing," she cooed, voice dripping mock sympathy. "So hard... so desperate... leaking like a broken faucet just because another woman got to ride you first. Gabriela’s old pussy must have felt like heaven, huh? Clenching around you, milking every drop while you pumped her full. And now here you are—cuffed, blind, helpless—cock twitching for a taste of me."

She shifted on the bed, straddling my thigh again. This time she rocked slower—deliberate—dragging the soaked crotch of her uniform pants along my skin, leaving a slick, warm trail that cooled instantly in the air. I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt through the fabric; she was drenched, swollen, the outline of her lips pressing hard against me with every grind.

"But you don’t get to feel it yet," she whispered, leaning down until her breath fanned the head of my cock. "Not until I decide you’ve suffered enough."

Her free hand moved to her own uniform shirt—buttons popping one by one with slow, teasing pops. Fabric rustled. Then came the sound I wasn’t supposed to "see" but could hear perfectly: a sharp, deliberate rrrrrip.

Sarah laughed softly—wicked, triumphant. "Too bad you can’t see it, Jack... but hear that? That’s me tearing my own dress shirt open. Ripping it right down the front so my tits spill out. No bra underneath—just these heavy, aching breasts I’ve been squeezing together thinking about you all day. Nipples so hard they hurt. And now they’re free... bouncing... begging to be sucked. But you? You get nothing. Just the sound."

Another rip—louder this time—as she tore the sleeves off completely, letting the ruined shirt fall away in tatters. The belt clinked as she unbuckled it fully, pants sliding down her hips with a soft whoosh. She kicked them off, then straddled me properly—naked now except for the cap still perched on her head and the black leather gloves.

I felt the heat of her bare pussy hover just above my cock—close enough that the dripping tip brushed her swollen outer lips. She rocked forward—once, twice—letting the slick folds part around the head, coating me in her fresh arousal without letting me sink in even an inch.

"Feel that?" she purred, grinding in tiny, torturous circles. "My pussy lips kissing your cock... sliding along the cock... getting you all wet with my juices now. Washing away Gabriela’s scent little by little. But no penetration. Not yet. Just teasing. Just the head catching on my clit... rubbing... slipping... almost dipping inside... then pulling back."

She demonstrated—over and over. Forward—her entrance kissed the tip, yielding just enough to let the head nudge inside half an inch before she lifted away with a wet pop. Backward—dragging her slick slit along the entire length until my balls were coated in her cream. Forward again—deeper tease this time, letting me feel the tight ring of muscle flutter against the corona, threatening to suck me in... then gone. Again. And again.

Each near-thrust made my hips buck uselessly against the cuffs; the chain rattled hard against the headboard. Pre-cum poured from me in steady streams now, mixing with her wetness, dripping down my cock to pool on my stomach.

Sarah moaned low—half pleasure, half cruelty. "God, you’re throbbing so hard... I can feel your pulse against my clit every time I slide over you. You want to shove it in, don’t you? Ram it deep, stretch me open, flood me until I’m leaking just like Gabriela was. But no... bad boys who fuck other women first don’t get to cum easily."

She leaned forward—her bare breasts brushing my chest, nipples dragging like hot points across my skin—and captured just the head in her mouth again. Sucked hard—cheeks hollowing—then popped off with a filthy slurp. Spit and pre-cum stringing between her lips and my tip.

"Beg me," she demanded, voice wrecked with her own need. "Beg Officer Sarah to let you inside. Tell me how much better my tight little cunt is going to feel than that old pussy you wrecked earlier. Tell me you’ll fuck me raw... punish me for teasing you... fill me until it’s dripping down my thighs and staining my uniform scraps."

Her hips rolled again—sliding her soaked pussy along my length in one long, slow glide—clit grinding hard against the underside of my cock. She shuddered, a broken whimper escaping her.