Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1252: Yelena’s Nipples Betray Her

Haruna shifted in the doorway, clearly torn between scolding us and staring.

”I’m serious... they walk these halls all the time...” she muttered, though her voice had lost some of its firmness.

I only chuckled, still groping and spanking Yelena’s ass while she kept a possessive hold on my cock.

”Then they’d better get used to the sound,” I said, delivering one more sharp slap that made Yelena moan right into my mouth as I kissed her again. ”Because I’m not done with her yet.”

I pulled her flush against me, one arm locking tight around her waist while the other stayed buried in the soft flesh of her ass. Her full tits smashed hard against my chest, the soft pressure of them flattening against me through our clothes.

The thick bulge of my cock was trapped between our bodies, still gripped firmly in her hand. Yelena’s breath hitched at the sudden closeness; every time I flexed my fingers on her stinging cheek, she gave a little involuntary roll of her hips.

”Hmm... too tight... let go...” she panted against my lips, voice shaky and hot. Her fingers were still wrapped around my cock, but the strength had started to falter. ”I admit defeat...”

I held the crush for another long second—feeling her tits press and shift against me, feeling the heat of her body and the residual tremble in her ass from the spanking—before I finally eased my grip.

Yelena stayed pressed close for a moment longer, face flushed deep red, chest rising and falling hard as she tried to catch her breath. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin glow. Her hand slowly, almost reluctantly, slid off my cock.

Claire’s cool voice cut through the heavy air, laced with clear amusement.

”Hmm... you shouldn’t have begun.”

She stood with her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised as she looked at Yelena’s thoroughly spanked, panting state and the obvious hard outline still tenting the front of my pants.

Jayden’s cheeks were pink again; she kept her eyes mostly down but kept stealing glances at the way Yelena’s ass still bore the faint red marks of my hand. Haruna lingered in the doorway, clearly torn between wanting the noise to stop and not wanting to miss whatever happened next.

Yelena shot Claire a half-hearted glare, still breathing hard, lips slightly swollen from the kissing.

”Shut up... he started it...” she muttered, then looked down at the thick bulge she had just been squeezing and let out a short, breathless scoff.

”Look at him... I only put my hand on it, and he’s already this hard. Pathetic.”

Claire’s eyes flicked from the tent in my pants straight to Yelena’s chest. A slow, mocking smile curved her lips.

”Oh? You’re going to mock him for getting hard from a handjob through fabric... while your own nipples are trying to tear through your shirt?”

Yelena’s expression froze. She glanced down.

Both of her nipples were clearly, stiffly erect—two hard little peaks pushing visibly against the thin material of her top, the outlines unmistakable in the soft bedroom light.

The combination of the spanking, the tight body-to-body press, and the way she had been stroking my cock had left her just as worked up as me.

Her face went an even deeper red. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide the stiff peaks, but the motion only made them more obvious for a second before she managed to cover them.

”Th-that’s... different,” she muttered, voice suddenly smaller, still trying to keep her arms locked over her tits. ”It’s just from the friction... and the spanking...”

Claire’s smirk widened.

”Sure it is. You grab his cock, mock him for getting hard, and then stand there with your nipples pointing straight at him. Very convincing, Yelena.”

Jayden’s eyes had gone wide; she was clearly trying not to stare at the way Yelena’s arms were now protectively crossed over her clearly stiff nipples.

Haruna bit her lip, looking away for a moment before her gaze drifted back.

Yelena kept her arms tightly folded over her chest, cheeks burning, while the thick outline of my cock remained unmistakably hard only inches away from her.

She refused to meet anyone’s eyes, still trying to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples that had given her away so completely.

Kasumi moved before anyone else could speak. She stepped between Yelena and the rest of us, one arm sliding around the younger woman’s shoulders and pulling her half-behind her own body like a shield.

”Okay... don’t bully her anymore,” Kasumi said firmly, though the faint flush on her own cheeks and the way her robe still sat loosely on her shoulders made the protective gesture look more intimate than scolding.

Yelena immediately pressed closer to Kasumi’s side, still covering her chest with both arms, and shot a sulky glare at Claire, Jayden, and even Haruna.

”I have only one sister from now on... and that is Sister Kasumi. You guys all bully me...”

Her voice was still breathy and defensive. The movement of pressing against Kasumi made the soft side of her breast brush against the older woman’s arm, and the contact only seemed to remind everyone how stiff her nipples still were under that crossed-arm barrier.

Claire raised an eyebrow, clearly not done teasing, but she stayed quiet for the moment. Jayden looked away, still pink. Haruna hovered near the door, caught between amusement and residual nervousness about the maids.

I stayed right where I was, the hard outline of my cock still obvious, and watched the two women with a slow, unrepentant smile.

Kasumi kept Yelena half-hidden against her side, one hand resting almost possessively on the younger woman’s waist, while Yelena continued to cling to her new ”only sister” as if it would somehow erase the fact that she had just been caught with rock-hard nipples after stroking and getting spanked in front of everyone.

I didn’t bother with subtlety.

My hand went straight to my zipper. The sound of it sliding down was loud in the sudden quiet of the bedroom.

I reached in, pulled my cock free—thick, fully hard, veins standing out, the swollen head already shiny with a thick bead of precum—and wrapped my fingers around the cock. I gave it a slow, deliberate stroke right there in front of them, letting the full heavy length throb openly in my fist.

”Oka-san...” I said, voice low and rough as I kept stroking, eyes locked on Kasumi while she still had Yelena half-hidden behind her. ”It was Yelena who started it. She grabbed it first. Why are you taking her side... and who is going to be responsible for this?”

I gave my cock another firm stroke, the wet sound of skin on skin loud enough for everyone to hear. The thick cock pulsed in my hand, the head twitching as another drop of precum welled up and started to drip.