Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 937: Julie’s Jealous Ass Takes Revenge

I chuckled darkly at the sight of Yuko — a dripping, reeking mess on her knees, blouse plastered transparently to her cum-and-piss-glazed tits, nipples stiff and obvious, skirt heavy and dark with my mark.

The sharp, musky stench of piss mixed with thick semen hung thick in the air around her like a filthy perfume.

Right then, Julie’s voice cut through the door, sweet but laced with suspicion.

"Are you guys done in there? Did something happen? Why is it taking so long?"

I forced my voice to sound hoarse and embarrassed.

"C-coming, Aunt Julie..." I stammered loudly, adding a fake little cough for effect.

Yuko’s eyes snapped up in pure terror. She stared down at herself — the soaked, see-through blouse, the yellow-tinged wet patches running all the way to the hem of her skirt, the way droplets still slid down her inner thighs. The smell was impossible to hide.

"How am I supposed to go out there like this...?" she whispered frantically, voice cracking. "Aunt Julie will smell it... she’ll see the stains... she’ll know exactly what you did to me..."

I gave a low, amused chuckle and helped her up.

Yuko pouted hard, cheeks burning crimson. "Don’t laugh at me..." In a sudden, bratty burst, she slapped my half-hard cock, making it swing heavily between my legs.

"Aah—!" I hissed theatrically, clutching my chest as she’d wounded me.

Yuko instantly panicked. She dropped back to her knees, small hands gently cradling my cock like it was precious.

"Did... did I hurt you...?" she whimpered, eyes huge and worried.

I nodded like a sulky child. "Yeah... it hurts a lot now. Only Sister Yuko’s kiss can heal it..."

She rolled her eyes but leaned in anyway, pressing the softest, shyest kiss right to the sticky head.

"Hmm..." she murmured, nose wrinkling as she inhaled deeply. "It smells so bad... piss and cum and... you..." She took another slow, greedy sniff, lashes fluttering. "But why do I want to smell it even more...?"

"Because Sister Yuko is a dirty little pervert," I teased.

She gave one final gentle kiss, then stood quickly.

"Quickly — wear your gown. I’ll take you out before she gets suspicious."

She helped me back into the hospital gown with shaky fingers, tying the strings while trying not to press her drenched body against me. Then she wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me out.

The moment we stepped into the main room, Julie’s head snapped up from the couch. She sniffed once... twice... then fanned her hand dramatically in front of her nose.

"What on earth is that smell...?" Her eyes narrowed, raking over Yuko’s ruined appearance — the soaked blouse, the dark wet skirt, the unmistakable yellow streaks mixed with white stains.

"Yuko... your dress... how did it become so completely wet? And why do you smell like... like a dirty bathroom?"

Yuko froze, mortified.

Before she could speak, I jumped in smoothly.

"Aunt Julie, it’s my fault," I said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "Sister Yuko was helping me wash my hands at the sink. My feet slipped on the wet floor... I grabbed her to steady myself without thinking... and the faucet splashed everywhere. She got completely soaked."

Julie studied Yuko for a long, piercing moment, clearly not buying the whole story, but she let it slide for now.

"Yuko," she said, voice deceptively sweet, "why don’t you go take a nice long shower? I’ll have fresh clothes brought for you."

Yuko nodded quickly, face burning, and practically fled into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Seconds later, the shower started running.

Julie pulled out her phone, called Marina, and spoke in a calm tone. "Marina, send Ema up with a full change of clothes for Yuko — sweats, t-shirt, underwear, everything. She had a little... accident."

The moment she hung up, her entire demeanor changed.

She turned to me with a wicked, jealous glint in her eyes and climbed straight onto the bed — straddling my hips boldly, knees on either side of my thighs. Her short skirt rode up as she settled her weight directly on my lap, grinding down once, slow and deliberate.

"Husband..." she purred, voice dripping with possessive heat as she leaned down until her lips brushed my ear. "I’m so fucking jealous. You marked that little Japanese slut with your cum and piss while I was waiting out here like a good wife? That’s so unfair..."

Her hand slipped under the hospital gown, fingers wrapping around my cock and stroking it firmly.

"Look what you did to her... drenched her big tits, ruined her professional blouse, pissed all over her like a filthy urinal... and now she’s in there showering with your scent still on her skin. Makes my pussy ache."

She lifted her skirt higher with her free hand, showing me her bare, shaved pussy — puffy lips already spread and glistening, a thick string of her arousal dripping slowly onto the front of my gown, leaving a dark wet spot right over my cock.

"See how wet I am, husband? Just from imagining you using her like a toilet. My jealous little cunt is dripping for you..."

She rose up on her knees, reached back, and lined the swollen head of my cock against her tight asshole. Without hesitation, she pushed down — slow, greedy, moaning loud and shameless as the thick head breached her ring.

"Ahhh... fuck... yes..." she groaned, eyes fluttering. "So thick... stretching my dirty little asshole open... nnhh... just like you stretched Yuko’s tits..."

She sank lower, inch by inch, until half my cock was buried in her hot, clenching ass. Her dripping pussy hovered right above my gown, lips spread wide, clear nectar dripping in long strings onto the fabric with every shallow rock of her hips.

"Mmmh... jealous... so jealous..." she panted, riding me with filthy little bounces. "That shy little translator got your cum and piss all over her huge tits... and I get your cock in my ass like a dirty secret. But I love it... ahh... fuck me deeper, husband... use my asshole while she’s in the shower..."

I reached around and smacked her ass hard — the sharp crack echoing in the room.

SMACK!