Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 879: Cum Trail Jayden Steps Over

Lorena whimpered, quickly clenching her thighs together in a desperate attempt to trap the leaking mess inside her. She scrambled off the bed—limping noticeably, every step making her wince and her pussy clench harder, forcing more cum to ooze out despite her efforts. She glanced around frantically for clothes.

Her shirt? Ripped to shreds last night when I’d torn it off her in a frenzy. Her stockings? Shredded, dangling from the headboard like trophies. Bra and panties? Still stuffed under the pillow where I’d made her hide them after I’d stripped her naked and fucked her senseless.

All she had left was the short pencil skirt and the long trench coat she’d worn to the meeting yesterday—both miraculously intact.

She grabbed the skirt first, shimmying it up her trembling legs. The moment she bent over, another thick rope of my cum slipped out and splattered audibly on the carpet. Lorena gasped, horrified, and clamped her thighs shut again—hard.

”Oh my god... Jack... It’s dripping everywhere...” she whispered, voice cracking with embarrassment.

I just grinned wider. ”Keep going.”

She threw the coat on over her naked torso—no bra, no panties, nothing underneath. The coat was long enough to cover her ass and most of her thighs, but every movement made the skirt ride up dangerously, threatening to expose the glistening mess between her legs. Her nipples were rock-hard and poking through the thin fabric of the coat, impossible to miss.

She limped toward the door—each step awkward, thighs pressed tight, trying to trap the flood of cum inside her. Every few steps, another small dribble escaped anyway, leaving faint wet spots on the carpet behind her.

She reached the door, took a deep breath, smoothed her hair (uselessly), and opened it just a crack at first—then wider when she saw who it was.

Officer Jayden stood there—uniform crisp, expression professional—but her nose wrinkled almost immediately as the heavy, unmistakable scent of sex rolled out of the room like a wave: sweat, cum, squirt, and the musky aftermath of hours of filthy fucking.

Jayden’s eyes flicked over Lorena—disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, limping stance, coat buttoned crookedly, skirt wrinkled, no stockings, bare legs shiny with... something.

I stayed hidden under the blanket on the bed, only my head visible, looking perfectly innocent.

Jayden cleared her throat. ”Lorena... uh... morning. I came to check on you. Your mother’s waiting downstairs. She’s worried.”

Lorena tried to smile—failed miserably—her voice coming out high and shaky. ”Y-yes, Officer Jayden... I’m... I’m fine. Just... overslept. A little.”

Jayden’s gaze darted past her into the room—taking in the wrecked bed: sheets twisted, soaked in huge wet patches, pillows scattered, the unmistakable scent growing stronger.

I slipped into Jayden’s mind with telepathy—her thoughts came through crystal clear:

[What the hell is that smell...? It’s like... sex. Thick. Heavy. Cum. Sweat. Pussy. All over the room. Lorena looks like she’s been fucked for hours—limping, flushed, coat barely covering anything. The bed is destroyed... wet spots everywhere... was she... with someone? Right here? In the hotel? With Jack? No way... but... god, the scent is so strong it’s making my head spin...]

Jayden’s cheeks pinked slightly the moment she stepped inside, her polished boots clicking softly on the carpet. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, thighs pressing together unconsciously—a tiny, telling movement that didn’t escape my notice.

The air in the room was thick with the unmistakable scent of raw, fresh sex: cum, squirt, sweat, and Lorena’s sweet pussy musk hanging like a heavy fog. Jayden’s nostrils flared again as she inhaled, trying to be subtle but failing completely.

Lorena noticed the sniff instantly. Her blush exploded from pink to a deep, burning scarlet that spread down her neck and chest, disappearing beneath the coat that barely hid her naked body. She tried to ease the door shut a little more—desperate to block the view—, but Jayden’s boot was already wedged firmly in the gap. With a polite but insistent push, Jayden stepped fully inside and let the door click shut behind her.

”Officer Jayden...” I called casually from the bed, sitting up a little higher, letting the blanket ride low on my hips to reveal the deep scratches Lorena had left across my chest. My voice was calm, but I made no move to cover up further—just enough to remind everyone exactly what had been happening minutes ago.

Jayden’s eyes flicked to me, then back to Lorena, then—inevitably—down to the floor as she took another step closer to the bed.

That’s when she saw it.

A thick, creamy white stain—my cum—puddled on the carpet right where Lorena had been standing. Another fresh drop had just fallen from between Lorena’s clenched thighs, landing with a soft plip that seemed deafening in the sudden silence. The trail led straight from Lorena’s trembling legs to the bed, glistening in the morning light.

Lorena panicked. Her eyes went wide, hands flying to tug the hem of her coat lower as if that could hide the evidence. She shifted her weight, trying to step in front of the puddle, but only succeeded in making another slow rivulet of cum slide down her inner thigh, visibly shining against her skin.

Jayden’s gaze lingered on the stain for a full three seconds—long enough for her thoughts to flood my mind through telepathy:

[That’s... cum. Fresh cum on the floor. Dripping straight out of her. God, it’s still leaking... she’s stuffed full of it. They were fucking right before I knocked. Look at her thighs—shaking, shiny. No panties, no bra, just that coat... nipples hard as hell. And the smell—Jesus, it’s everywhere. I can practically taste it. She got bred hard.]

But Jayden was a professional. She straightened up, cheeks now a deeper pink, and forced her eyes back to me—carefully avoiding the puddle as she stepped around it.

”That...” she cleared her throat, voice a touch higher than usual, ”I just wanted to know your schedule for the day... so I can make the necessary arrangements.”

Lorena let out the tiniest, mortified squeak and pressed her thighs together even harder, but I could see the fresh bead of cum threatening to drip again. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

I leaned back against the headboard, completely relaxed, and smiled.

”Well,” I said easily, ”first, I need to go to the hospital to meet Aunt Gabriela—she’s Diaz’s mother. She’s been worried sick, and I promised her an update in person. After that, I want your team to move on, Sergio and Javier. Lorena has everything—every document, every recording, every name of the corrupt officers involved. I’ve already handed it all over to her. Make sure this stays her case. No one else touches it.”