Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 983: Kate’s Wrong Hole 2

I pulled my hips back slowly, my cock still super hard — throbbing angrily, veins bulging like thick ropes under the taut skin, the fat head dark purple and glistening with Kate’s squirt and her creamy pussy juices. It twitched violently in the air, a thick bead of pre-cum welling at the slit before dripping down the underside in a long, sticky string.

Kate’s thoughts flooded my mind in a frantic, horny rush:

[OMG... did I feed him too much aphrodisiac...? He’s going crazy... he’s not in his senses anymore... his cock looks like it’s about to explode... so thick... so veiny... I can see it pulsing... fuck... I’m scared, but I’m so wet... my pussy is dripping just looking at it...]

I humped against her soaked pussy — my heavy cock sliding between her swollen, hairy lips, the fat head rubbing roughly against her engorged clit with wet, filthy schlick-schlick sounds.

I pretended to be irritated, frustrated, as the drug had completely taken over — growling low as I ground the head against her entrance but didn’t push in, teasing her mercilessly.

Kate’s mind was spinning wildly:

[Barry... you coward... this is what you deserve... hiding in the closet like a pathetic little cuck while your wife is about to get ruined... watch me... watch how a real man takes what he wants...]

She reached down with a trembling hand, grabbed my throbbing cock at the base, and lined the fat head up with her dripping entrance.

"Here..." she moaned, voice hoarse and desperate. "Put it in... fuck me... I need it..."

I slammed it in hard — without mercy — driving my entire thick length deep into her pussy in one brutal thrust.

Kate’s eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a raw, broken scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAH—FUCK—! So deep—your cock—hitting my womb—stretching my cunt so wide—oh my god—I’m cumming— I’M CUMMING—!"

Her pussy clamped down like a vice — spasming violently around my entire length as she squirted hard, a powerful jet of hot girl-cum spraying out around my cock and soaking my lap, my balls, the sheets beneath us.

"Aaah... fuck... hmm... OMG... I’m cumming... aah—aaaaah—aaah—aaaaaaah—aaaaaaah—!"

Her whole body convulsed — tits bouncing wildly, thighs shaking, her hairy mound grinding down against my pelvis as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her. Her inner walls rippled and milked my cock greedily, trying to pull me even deeper while her squirt kept gushing in messy, uncontrollable spurts.

"YES—fuck my hairy pregnant cunt—slam it—stretch it—oh god—your cock’s throbbing so hard—hitting my cervix—my womb—aaah—don’t cum inside—but fuck me—bully my sloppy hole—make it gush—make my fat lips drag on your shaft—nnh—my clit—grinding—my tits—leaking—squeeze them—milk me—aaah—I’m cumming—cumming again—gonna squirt all over your cock—fuuuck—!"

I kept slamming into her — merciless, deep, powerful strokes — my hips snapping forward with brutal force, balls slapping wetly against her ass. Kate’s nails raked down my back, scratching deep red lines into my skin as she screamed.

"AAHH—Jack—your cock—destroying me—stretching my cunt so wide—aaah—don’t stop—fuck me harder—ruin me—make me your pregnant whore—!"

I growled against her neck — biting down hard on her shoulder — while my hands grabbed her heavy, leaking tits and squeezed them brutally, fingers sinking into the soft flesh until more colostrum squirted from her thick nipples.

"Take it—take every inch in your cheating married cunt—your pussy is sucking me in so fucking hard—milking my cock like a desperate slut—gonna fill you—gonna breed this married pussy—!"

Kate’s head fell back — mouth open in a continuous scream — her body shuddering violently as another orgasm ripped through her.

"AAAAAAAAH—YES—YES—FUCK—! I’m cumming again—my pussy—clenching—squirting—oh god—Barry—watch—watch your wife get destroyed—aaah—I’m squirting all over his cock—nnh—yes—yes—cumming so hard—!"

From the closet, Barry’s breathing was frantic and ragged. His hand was stroking his cock faster and faster — his thoughts a chaotic storm of shame, arousal, and shock.

Barry’s Thoughts (Telepathy – Broken and Aroused):

[Fuck—fuck—she’s taking it so deep... her pussy is creaming all over him... she’s squirting... screaming... I’ve never seen her like this... my cock... it’s harder than it’s ever been... I should stop this... I should be angry... but I can’t... ]

[I can’t look away... she’s loving it... she’s cumming so hard... and I’m just hiding here... jerking off like a pathetic cuck while my wife gets bred by another man... but fuck—I’m cumming—aaaaaaaah—!]

Barry poured out his semen in the closet — weak, pathetic spurts staining his pants and the floor in thin, watery ropes — his body shaking with shame, confusion, and unwanted, humiliating pleasure.

His limp little cock twitched one last time in his hand before going soft again, a sad dribble of cum leaking from the tip as he panted like a broken man.

But suddenly Barry’s leg gave out — his knee buckling with a loud thump against the closet wall.

The door creaked open a few more inches, revealing him crouched there — pants around his ankles, pathetic dick still in his hand, face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal.

Kate turned her head sharply to look back — pretending to be shocked, her eyes widening dramatically as if she had no idea he was hiding there the whole time.

"Barry...?! It’s not what you think— aaaaaah... aaaaaah fuck... aaaaah aaaaaah Jack... wait... aaaaaah aaaaaaaah aaah—!"

She couldn’t even speak properly. Every word was interrupted by a loud, broken moan as I kept slamming my thick cock into her soaked pussy from behind — the wet plap-plap-plap of my hips slapping against her ass filling the room.

Her heavy tits bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, nipples hard and leaking, her face a mess of pleasure and fake surprise.

Kate’s thoughts raced wildly in my mind:

[Barry doesn’t even look angry... why does he look excited...? His cock... it was actually hard just now... what the fuck is wrong with him...? Is he really getting off on watching me get fucked...?]

Kate tried to sound shocked, but her voice kept cracking into slutty moans as I pounded her harder.

"Barry... you were in the closet...?! Aaaaaah... hmm... what are you— aaaaaah aaaaah ummmm... no... fuck...!"

Barry knelt down slowly — his pants still around his ankles, his soft cock hanging pathetically between his legs — eyes glued to the sight of my thick cock stretching his wife’s cunt.

"Kate..." he whispered, voice shaky and broken. "My cock... it was hard just now... I am sorry for being such a pathetic husband... I want you to keep going... I don’t know what is wrong with me... I like to watch you and... him..."

Kate’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, her pussy clenching hard around my cock as another moan tore from her throat.

"Aaaaaaah hmm... Barry... what are you saying... aaaaaaah aaaaah ummmm... no... fuck...!"