Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1289: Maid Peeks Family Orgy

Haruna’s naughty voice kept dripping nonstop commentary over their murmurs, loud enough for every woman in the room to hear.

”Listen to that filthy sound... his cock is already so wet and messy just from being trapped in Oba-san’s hairy armpit again. Look how hard it’s throbbing... leaking thick pre-cum all over her soft underarm, coating every little hair until it’s shiny and sticky.”

”You’re making such a dirty mess, Jack... turning Oba-san’s armpit into a slick, cum-stained hole just for your cock—and this time it’s a reward.”

She squeezed the swollen head of my cock again as it emerged from the far side of Tomiko’s armpit, milking another thick, clear bead of fluid that immediately got smeared back into the soft, hairy flesh on the next stroke.

The fine hairs were now completely wet and matted with my pre-cum; every pass of Tomiko’s arm dragged those sticky strands along my cock, the sensation raw and overwhelmingly intimate.

”Does it feel good? Getting your big, hard, veiny cock jerked off by a married woman’s hot, hairy armpit as a reward while everyone watches? ”

”Smell how strong and dirty it is now that you’re buried in it... all warm and salty and musky... the scent of a real woman’s private place mixed with your own precum. Keep going, Oba-san... faster. Make him drip more. I want to see a puddle under him from just an armpit.”

Tomiko’s arm moved a little quicker, the soft flesh and fine, now thoroughly slick hairs dragging harder and wetter along my cock.

The heat, the intimate scent, the constant scrape and tickle of those soft hairs, and the tight, yielding squeeze made my cock throb so violently that more pre-cum pulsed out in thick drops, turning the hairy crease into a slick, messy, sticky tunnel that milked me with every single pass.

My hips gave small, involuntary thrusts, trying to fuck deeper into the warm, hairy hollow while Haruna held Tomiko’s arm firmly closed around me like a living, breathing sleeve.

Kasumi’s embarrassed scoff came again, louder this time.

”Stop thrusting into it... it’s indecent...”

Jayden whispered, half-scandalized, half-aroused.

”He’s really trying to fuck her armpit... that’s so nasty...”

Claire’s soft murmur followed.

”The sound it’s making... I can hear how wet it is...”

Yuko’s quiet, flustered voice added,

”Oba-san’s arm is completely shiny... from him...”

Haruna only laughed, voice thick with filthy, delighted cruelty.

”Look at him... desperately trying to fuck Oba-san’s armpit even when it’s a reward. So needy. So nasty. Humping a grown woman’s underarm like a dog while everyone watches.”

”Keep smelling that strong, sweaty-sweet scent, Jack. Keep feeling every soft, sticky hair scraping and stroking your cock while you leak all over her like a desperate pervert. This is what you get for guessing right~.”

Kasumi’s embarrassed, shaky breathing remained loud nearby. The other women—Yuko, Jayden, Claire, Yelena—continued to shift restlessly in their matching open lingerie, the open holes leaving their own stiff nipples, wet pussies, and assholes fully on display. Their soft, scandalized murmurs mixed with the strong, intimate, now heavily pre-cum-soaked smell of

Tomiko’s underarm as my cock continued to be stroked, squeezed, coated, and rewarded in the warm, hairy crease under Haruna’s relentless, wicked control. Every wet, filthy stroke of that soft, mature armpit around my throbbing length pushed me closer and closer to the edge, this time as the filthy reward the game had promised.

My hips jerked. The tight, sticky, hairy tunnel of Tomiko’s armpit milked me with every pass. Pre-cum poured freely, soaking the fine hairs and dripping down her side.

”Aaaah... I’m gonna cum... Oba-san...!”

Haruna’s small hand shot out and wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, yanking it free from the hot, messy armpit with a wet, filthy sound. She squeezed hard at the root, cutting off the orgasm just as it was about to explode. My cock throbbed violently in her grip, the head swollen and purple, a thick strand of pre-cum still connecting it to Tomiko’s shiny, cum-stained underarm.

”Hmm~ I think this is enough for your reward...” Haruna sang, voice full of cruel delight.

Tomiko stood there flushed and breathing hard, her armpit completely covered in glistening pre-cum and sweat, fine hairs matted and sticky. She looked both embarrassed and visibly aroused, the open holes of her lingerie showing how wet her pussy had become just from stroking me with her underarm.

Before I could protest, Haruna slipped the black blindfold back over my eyes, plunging me into darkness again. She gave my still-throbbing, denied cock a playful slap that made it bounce and leak another drop onto the floor.

”I think we should step up the game a bit... You have a good sense of smell. You could tell from the scent it was Oba-san.”

Her fingers traced lightly along the underside of my cock as she continued.

”So next your task is to smell... and tell who the person is. If you guess right... you are allowed to put it inside the person you guessed correctly.”

I nodded, still aching from the denied orgasm, voice rough with leftover need.

”Haruna... it won’t be you, right? Getting jealous and itchy watching your mother and aunt getting teased like this... you won’t participate in the game?”

Haruna’s fist lightly punched my shoulder. Even through the blindfold, I could feel the heat of her blush.

”Hmph. I am the host...”

Kasumi, Jayden, Claire, and Yuko all chuckled at the exchange, the soft sound of their amusement mixing with the wet, restless shifting of their open lingerie.

While the women prepared for the next round, I extended a thin thread of telekinesis and telepathy toward the door.

A maid was peeking through a narrow gap, eyes wide, body frozen in place. Her thoughts flooded into my mind, raw and stunned.

[What is going on? OMG... Ms. Kasumi, Ms. Tomiko, Ms. Yuko, even Ms. Haruna... and all those other ladies who came today... what are they doing with Mr. Jack...? Are they playing some kind of erotic game...?]

[And what is that thick rod between Mr. Jack’s legs... his cock... gulp... it’s so big and shiny...]

[I never expected even such cultured people as Ms. Kasumi and Ms. Tomiko would do something like this... and isn’t Mr. Jack Haruna’s boyfriend...? Then... mother, daughter, aunt... even the sister... all of them...]

The maid remained frozen at the door, heart pounding, while inside the room Haruna’s wicked little laugh rang out again as she prepared the next woman for the smell-only guessing round—my cock still hard, denied, and dripping with the promise that a correct guess would finally let me put it inside.