Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 975: Client’s Request From EliteSex

I knelt between them, my cock in hand, stroking it as I looked at their dripping cunts.

"WHO’S FIRST?"

"ME—!!! FUCK ME FIRST—!!!" Paige begged, her voice desperate.

I didn’t hesitate.

I lined up and SLAMED into her pussy—WET. VIOLENT. TO THE FUCKING HILT.

"AAAAAAHHHHH—!!! FUCK—!!! YES—!!! YES—!!!" she screamed, her back arching, her tits bouncing, her nails clawing at the chaise.

I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust, the sound echoing like a fucking drumbeat.

"YOU WANNA CUM, SLUT?" I growled, my fingers digging into her hips, leaving bruises.

"YES—!!! YES—!!! MAKE ME SQUIRT—!!! FUCK ME LIKE A DIRTY WHORE—!!!" she wailed, her voice breaking.

I reached down, grabbed Isabella’s hair, and forced her face into Paige’s pussy.

"LICK HER WHILE I FUCK HER, YOU FILTHY BITCH."

Isabella obeyed.

Her tongue snaked out, lapping at Paige’s clit, her juices, her gaping hole. Paige came screaming, her pussy convulsing around my cock, her squirt soaking Isabella’s face.

"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching, my balls tightening.

Then I pulled out, flipped Isabella onto her back, and SLAMED into her pussy—NO WARNING. NO MERCY.

She screamed, her fingers clawing at the chaise, her pussy gushing onto the floor. I fucked her pussy raw, my cock stretching her open, my fingers digging into her tits, twisting her nipples until she was sobbing.

"CUM FOR ME."

She did.

Her pussy convulsed, her juices gushed, and I roared as I buried my cock deep and unloaded—thick ropes of cum painting her gaping pussy, her tits, her face.

Then I pulled out, grabbed Paige by the hair, and forced her onto her knees.

"PISS ON ISABELLA."

Paige obeyed.

A hot stream of piss splashed across Isabella’s tits, her face, her gaping pussy. Isabella moaned, her tongue snaking out to catch the droplets, her fingers rubbing her clit.

"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

"DRINK IT, WHORE," I ordered Isabella.

She did.

Her lips parted, her tongue lapping at the piss on her tits, her fingers rubbing her clit as she swallowed.

When I was done with them, the sun was shining through the window.

The room was a fucking disaster.

Jessica—sprawled on the couch, her pussy gaping, squirting weakly, her thighs soaked, her asshole leaking cum, her tits covered in bite marks.

Karen—face down on the rug, her ass up, her asshole red and gaping, her cheeks marked with handprints, cum dripping from her lips, her pussy still twitching.

Carolina—tits glazed white, her face dripping, her pussy still twitching, her fingers lazily rubbing her clit, her mouth open in a silent moan.

Marina—breasts painted, her nipples dripping, her asshole gaping, a trail of cum leaking down her thigh, her face buried in another slut’s pussy.

Samantha—curled on her side, her mouth and tits covered in cum and piss, still licking her lips, her fingers rubbing her clit.

Lorena—legs spread on the rug, her pussy twitching, her fingers buried inside herself, her other hand rubbing her clit, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Suzy—bent over the ottoman, her ass red, her cunt leaking, her face pressed into the fabric as she moaned, her tits covered in cum and piss.

Nancy—on her back, her tits heaving, cum streaked across her stomach, her fingers lazily tracing the trails, her pussy still gushing.

Isabella—kneeling, her face buried between Paige’s thighs, her tongue still lapping at Paige’s pussy, her own asshole gaping and leaking, her tits covered in cum.

Paige—legs spread, her pussy glistening, her fingers rubbing her clit as she watched Isabella eat her out, her face painted with cum and piss.

Olivia—on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy dripping, her fingers buried inside herself, her tits swinging as she moaned.

We all slept together that night — a tangled, exhausted pile of limbs and soft skin in the master bedroom’s massive custom bed. The sheets were ruined, soaked in cum, squirt, sweat, and spit, but no one cared. Bodies pressed close, tits against backs, thighs intertwined, the air heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction.

Freya curled against my chest, her pregnant belly warm against my side, leaking nipples staining my skin. Gabriela’s massive tits squashed against my back, her hand resting possessively on my cock even in sleep.

Samantha nestled under my arm like a kitten, her face still faintly sticky from earlier. Julie spooned behind

Samantha, one leg thrown over us both. The others — Sarah, Lorena, Marina, Jessica, Karen, Carolina, Isabella, Paige, Olivia, Hannah, and more — sprawled across the bed and floor mattresses we’d dragged in, all spent, all marked, all mine.

I woke first, dawn light slipping through the blackout curtains. My body ached in the best way: muscles sore from fucking, cock half-hard against Freya’s thigh, balls heavy and full again already. I slipped out carefully — not waking anyone — freshened up in the ensuite (shower hot, quick, washing away layers of cum and squirt), then threw on loose lounge pants and a black t-shirt.

Downstairs in the villa’s open kitchen, the smell of coffee and fresh pastries hit me. Margaret was already there — dressed in her crisp secretary outfit (white blouse, pencil skirt, glasses perched on her nose), hair in a neat bun, tablet in hand. She looked up as I entered, smile professional but eyes warm.

"Morning, Jack. Breakfast is ready — black coffee, no sugar, avocado toast, fruit, and eggs the way you like them."

I sat at the island counter, taking the mug she slid over.

"Thanks, Margaret. You’re up early."

"Always am when you’re home," she said simply, tapping her tablet. "The women started waking about twenty minutes ago. They’re showering, talking... mostly about you. And the company."

She slid a plate toward me — perfectly plated — then leaned on the counter.

"Speaking of which... do you remember our neighbor Kate?"

I chewed slowly, nodding and remembering Kate. Last time I saw her at the party, she wanted to invite me to dinner and wanted to use me to cure her husband’s erectile dysfunction by making him feel jealous.

"Yeah. Kate. The one who kept inviting me over for ’dinner’."

Margaret’s lips twitched — she knew exactly what those invitations really meant.

"She kept asking about when you would be back... and I told her you would be here today. So she invited you to dinner tonight."

I took a sip of coffee.

"Tell her to be ready tonight," I said calmly. "I’ll come over. Alone."

Margaret nodded — no judgment, just efficiency — and made a note on her tablet.

"Done. Eight o’clock. She’ll be thrilled."

She paused — then continued.

"And there was also a call from Adam."

I frowned, fork halfway to my mouth.

"Who’s Adam?"

Margaret raised an eyebrow — patient, as always.

"Jack... he’s from Elitesex Company. You’re subordinate now. You met Sister Isabella through him, remember?"

It clicked.

"Right. Adam. The guy who runs the high-end escort and companion network. What does he want?"

"He said there’s a request for you. Anonymous client. High priority. Very high payout. And very... specific."

I leaned back, wiping my mouth.

"I’ll go take a look if I have time. Send the details to my secure line. I’ll decide after I see what Kate wants tonight."

Margaret nodded — already typing.

"Understood."

She slid another plate toward me — extra bacon this time — then looked up.

"The women are coming down soon. They’ve been... talking. A lot. About you. About the new ones — Gabriela, Jayden, Samantha, Sarah, Lorena. They’re excited. Curious. A little competitive. Especially about who gets you first tonight."

I chuckled — low, dark.

"Let them compete. I’ve got enough for all of them."