Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 633: Jasmine’s Sloppy Husband

Jasmine’s fingers fumbled with her phone, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as she pulled up her husband’s contact. ”P-Please—” Her voice cracked, her eyes darting between Emily’s smirk and my cock—still hard, still demanding. ”I need it—” Her thumb hovered over the call button, her body shaking with need.

Emily grinned, triumphant. ”Do it.” Her hand slid down, gripping my cock, stroking it slowly as she watched Jasmine struggle. ”Or lose this cock forever.”

Jasmine’s thumb hovered over the call button—hesitant, terrified—but her body betrayed her. Her pussy ached, her asshole twitched, remembering the stretch of my cock.

RING.

RING.

”H-Hello?” His voice was tired, confused, the static of the call crackling between them.

”D-Darling—” Jasmine’s voice cracked, her thighs pressing together as her pussy ached. ”I—I need you to come to the store—” She swallowed hard, her hand tightening around my cock—

RRRRIIIIPPPPP.

Emily’s hands grabbed the neckline of Jasmine’s top, her fingers digging into the fabric before tearing it open with a single, violent motion. The sound of seams splitting filled the room as Jasmine’s bra was yanked away, her huge, heavy tits spilling free, her soggy, brown nipples hard and aching, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and arousal.

”Aaaaaaaahhhhh—! F-FUCK—! M-My tits—!” Jasmine gasped, her back arching, her tits bouncing obscenely as the cool air hit her exposed skin.

”N-Nnngh—! T-Too sensitive—!” Her voice was a broken moan, her fingers clenching the phone tighter as Emily’s fingers pinched her nipples—hard—sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her.

Husband’s concerned voice sounded ” Jasmine... what happened... what’s that noise... are you okay?”

”Aaaaaah....I... I need you to come—” Her voice wavered, her free hand stroking my cock harder, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. ”The stock— It fell—!”

”Oh, that—” His voice sounded relieved, dull—completely believing her. ”You should’ve just waited until morning—”

”N-No—! It’s urgent—!” Jasmine whimpered, her body trembling as Emily’s other hand slid down, flicking her clit—once, twice—forcing a broken moan from her lips. ”The shelves— They’re unstable—!” Her voice broke into a whimper as Emily’s fingers twisted her nipples, pulling them taut.

”Oh, alright—” His voice was sighing, annoyed—but still trusting. ”I’ll be there in five—”

”N-Now—! Please!” Jasmine’s voice broke, her hand stroking my cock faster, her pussy clenching with need. ”P-Please— I need you here—!” Another whimper escaped her as Emily’s fingers rolled her nipples between them, forcing her tits to jiggle.

”Jasmine, calm down—” His voice was dull, unconcerned. ”It’s just stock—”

”N-No—! You don’t understand—!” Jasmine gasped as Emily’s fingers slid down, trailing over her stomach before flicking her clit again. ”I need you here—!” Her voice cracked into a moan as her pussy pulsed, dripping more.

”Alright, alright—” His voice was resigned, bored. ”Five minutes—”

The call ended.

Jasmine’s fingers clenched the phone tighter, her knuckles turning white as her other hand stroked my cock with frantic, shaky movements. Her tits heaved with every ragged breath, her soggy, brown nipples throbbing under Emily’s toying fingers. The air was thick with the scent of arousal—her arousal, my precome, the musky stench of desperation.

”W-We live just two blocks from here—!” Her voice cracked, her eyes darting between Emily and the door, her body trembling with need. ”He’ll be here soon—!”

Jasmine’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching empty, aching for more. Her eyes locked onto my cock—throbbing, veiny, weeping with precome—and her voice broke into a whimper.

”C-Can... I have this cock—?” Her fingers tightened around my cock, stroking slowly, desperately. ”P-Please... I can’t take it anymore—” Her voice was raw, broken, her tits heaving as Emily’s fingers twisted her nipples again, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her.

I stepped back, my cock throbbing, veins pulsing with need, precome dripping from the tip in thick, shiny streaks. My eyes locked onto the toilet seat—cold, hard, perfect—and I sat down, my cock saluting the ceiling like a fucking monument to lust.

”Slide it in... by yourself.” My voice was a growl, low and commanding, my eyes burning into Jasmine as she knelt before me, her tits still exposed, her nipples hard and glistening, her pussy dripping with need.

Jasmine’s breath hitched, her eyes locking onto my cock—throbbing, weeping, demanding. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, hovering just above my cock, her lips parting in anticipation.

”Mmmmm— Look at you...” Emily purred, her voice dripping with mocking amusement as she stepped closer, her fingers trailing down Jasmine’s spine. ”How long has this pussy not tasted any cock...” Her hand slid down, cupping Jasmine’s ass, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper.

Jasmine’s face flushed, her body trembling as she swallowed hard. ”I-It’s been... more than eight years...” Her voice was a whisper, shaky, broken. ”W-We lost interest in sex... and we became older...” Her fingers brushed against my cock, light, hesitant, as if afraid it might disappear.

Emily laughed, low and cruel. ”Mmmmm— Eight years?” Her fingers dug into Jasmine’s ass, forcing a gasping moan from her lips. ”And now?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine’s ear, her voice a poisoned whisper. ”Your pussy is dripping like it’s been starving for decades.” Her hand slid lower, dipping between Jasmine’s thighs, finding her soaked pussy. ”Liar.”

Jasmine’s breath caught, her body jerking as Emily’s fingers circled her clit, rubbing in slow, teasing motions. ”N-No— I swear—” Her voice cracked, but her hips rocked forward, grinding against Emily’s hand, her pussy clenching with need.

”Mmmmm— Such a good little liar.” Emily purred, her fingers pressing harder against Jasmine’s clit, forcing a broken moan from her lips. ”Then prove it.” Her voice was a command, dark and possessive. ”Slide that cock inside you... and show us how much you’ve missed it.”

Jasmine’s breath hitched, her nails digging crescents into her own thighs. ”I... I don’t know what’s happening to me...” Her voice cracked, thick with need.

”Your moans—they unraveled me. And then I saw him... saw that cock...” A shudder wracked her body, her thighs trembling. ”I can’t breathe without it. If I don’t take it—if I don’t let him ruin me with it—I’ll splinter from wanting.”

Jasmine’s fingers trembled as she positioned herself over my lap, her pussy hovering just above my cock, the heat of her folds already dripping with arousal. Her tits heaved, her soggy brown nipples throbbing, glistening with sweat and need.

”Mmmmm— One thing is fucking sure, bitch...” Jasmine’s voice dropped to a husky growl, her eyes locking onto Emily with a smirk so filthy it dripped with triumph.

”My pussy...” She reached down, spreading her lips with her fingers, showing off her tight, glistening hole, ”...is going to fucking ruin your asshole’s reputation.”

Emily’s face twisted, her nostrils flaring as her grip on Jasmine’s hip tightened, her fingers digging into her flesh. ”Y-You dare—”