Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 602: Rewarding Diana’s Subordinate

I obliged. I moved down, my tongue darting out to lick her other underarm, then trailing down to her tits, sucking and biting her nipples as I fucked her pussy.

”AAAAAAHHHHH!!” Angela screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her. ”I’m cumming again!! I’m squirting so hard—!!”

PSSSSHHHHHHH!! Another gushing stream of pussy juice erupted from her cunt, splashing all over my cock, my balls, the floor as she came hard, her body shaking beneath me.

I roared, my grip on her hips tightening as I slammed into her one final time, burying my cock to the hilt in her clenching, squirting pussy.

And then—

I exploded.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted deep into her womb, filling her pussy to the brim. Angela screamed, her body jerking as my cum flooded her cunt, her belly swelling slightly from the sheer volume.

”AAAAAAHHHHH!! FUCKKKK!!” She howled, her pussy walls milking my cock as she rode out the orgasm, her voice a desperate, broken moan.

I pulled out slowly, my cock dragging against her stretched, cum-filled pussy, the thick, white globs of cum oozing out in a filthy, sloppy mess. ”SCHLORP!!” The sound of my cock leaving her pussy was obscene, wet, and loud.

Angela collapsed back onto the floor, her body trembling, her pussy and asshole dripping cum, her tits heaving as she panted for breath.

I stood up, my cock still hard, my balls heavy with cum. I looked down at her, my eyes dark with lust. ”You satisfied, Angela?”

She grinned, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and pleasure. ”For now, Master...” She panted, her fingers sliding up to her tits, squeezing them hard. ”But I know you’re not done with me yet...”

I laughed darkly. ”Not even close.”

In the corner of the room, Linda and Selena lay sprawled out, their bodies covered in cum, piss, and sweat.

Linda’s pussy was still dripping, her asshole gaping and twitching from the brutal fucking she’d endured. Selena’s prolapsed shithole pulsed obscenely, cum and ass juice still oozing out in thick, sloppy rivers.

Their breathing was heavy, ragged, their eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Linda’s head lolled to the side, her mouth slightly open, drool and cum dripping from her chin. Selena whimpered weakly, her fingers twitching as if she wanted to touch herself but didn’t have the strength.

They watched us with glazed, lust-filled eyes, their bodies too exhausted to move, but their minds still hungry for more.

Angela noticed them, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. ”Look at them...” She panted, her voice thick with amusement. ”Your precious mother-daughter sluts... completely ruined...” She licked her lips, her eyes dark with sadistic glee. ”They can’t even move... and yet, they’re still watching... still wanting...”

I glanced at them, my cock twitching at the sight of their used, exhausted bodies. ”They’ll get their turn again...” I growled, my hand wrapping around Angela’s throat, pulling her close. ”But you... You’re mine for now.”

Angela moaned, her body pressing against mine, her tits rubbing against my chest. ”Then fuck me again, Master...” She whispered, her voice a desperate plea. ”Fuck me until I can’t walk... until I can’t think... until I’m nothing but your filthy, cum-drenched slut...”

I grinned, my cock pressing against her pussy lips. ”Your wish... is my command.”

And with that, I slammed into her again, the filthy, obscene symphony of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as Angela screamed in pleasure, her body arching beneath me.

Linda and Selena watched with glazed, exhausted eyes, their bodies twitching weakly as they drifted off to sleep, their minds filled with the dirty, depraved thoughts of what would come next.

The filthy, cum-drenched symphony of flesh slapping against flesh had finally faded into silence. Angela’s exhausted, trembling body lay sprawled on the floor, her pussy and asshole dripping cum, her breath coming in ragged, satisfied gasps.

The room reeked of sex—cum, sweat, piss, and the musky scent of used holes. The air was thick, almost suffocating, with the lingering stench of depravity.

I pulled my cock out of Angela’s stretched, cum-filled pussy with a wet, obscene SCHLORP, the thick globs of cum oozing out in a sloppy, filthy mess.

Angela whimpered weakly, her body twitching as the last of her orgasms faded away. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, her tits heaving as she panted for breath, her fingers twitching against the floor.

I stood up, my cock still glistening with her juices and cum, my balls heavy but finally sated—for now. The room was a disaster: cum, piss, sweat, and ass juice coated the floor, the walls splattered with the evidence of our filthy fucking.

Linda and Selena remained sprawled in the corner, their bodies covered in filth, their breathing heavy and exhausted.

Selena’s prolapsed shithole pulsed weakly, cum still dripping in thick, slow rivulets down her trembling thighs. Linda’s piss-soaked thighs glistened, her cunt still twitching from the brutal fucking she’d endured, her mouth slightly open, drool and cum dripping from her chin.

I didn’t bother cleaning up. The filth was a badge of conquest, and I wore it proudly. Instead, I walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the scalding water wash away the grime, cum, sweat, and the lingering scent of sex.

The steam filled the room, the heat soothing my muscles as I scrubbed myself clean, the water running black with the filth of the night’s debauchery.

By the time I stepped out, toweling off, the clock read 3:07 AM. The house was silent, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and the occasional creak of the old building settling. I dressed quickly—black slacks, a fitted shirt—and walked out of the room, the cool night air hitting my skin as I stepped into the hallway.

Grace was waiting outside, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. She straightened up as she saw me, her eyes flickering with awe, respect, and something else—lust. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath slightly uneven, as if she’d been listening to the filthy symphony of moans, slaps, and squirting for hours.

”Master Dexter,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her arousal.

I nodded, leaning against the doorframe, my muscles still thrumming from the exertion of the night. ”Grace. You’ve been on guard all night?”

She shrugged, her fingers twitching slightly, as if she wanted to reach out and touch me but didn’t dare. ”Someone has to. The boss has been... preoccupied.”

I nodded and asked, ” Is there any news from the other side? What are they doing?”

She paused, her gaze flickering toward the stairs. ”No, Master. No direct threats. The FBI’s been... quiet since Director Vincent and Agent Ryan died. They’re not retaliating—yet.”

I grunted, rubbing my chin, the stubble rough under my fingers. ”They’re gathering intel. Even their soldiers died here. They won’t strike blindly.”

Grace nodded, her eyes still lingering on me, tracing the lines of my body as if memorizing every inch. ”That’s what I think too. They’re... learning.” She paused, her voice dropping to a softer, almost hesitant tone. ”But... Master...” She bit her lip, her fingers clenching at her sides. ”Shouldn’t you... rest? You’ve been—”

I cut her off with a smirk, reaching out and cupping the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair. She froze, her breath hitching as I pulled her close, my thumb brushing her cheek.

”You did a good job,” I murmured, my voice low, rough. ”This... is your reward.”