My eyes locked onto Emily—a bitch in heat, her tongue slithering over her cum-crusted lips, her glazed eyes devouring my still-throbbing cock.
The head pulsed, dripping pre-cum, twitching like it knew she was already mine. She licked her lips, her fingers twitching toward me, her breath hitching like a starving whore eyeing a feast.
Then—she struck.
Her small, trembling hand wrapped around my shaft, her thumb pressing into the slick slit, forcing the foreskin all the way back to the base with a wet schlick.
A bead of pre-cum welled up, glistening, and she moaned, her voice a filthy purr:
"Ohhh... Still so hard... Even after painting me white..." Her fingers stroked my cock, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting the pre-cum before bringing it to her lips, licking it off with a slow, obscene mmm. "Mmm... So sweet... Like honey... But stronger..."
Her other hand traced my abs, her nails digging in just enough to tease, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper:
"But... we should go..." She glanced at her phone, her expression shifting—not fear, not quite, but something colder. "My husband..." She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around my cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately.
"He's a dangerous man... He is a Mafia Boss... on American soil." Her tongue flicked over her lips again, her eyes darkening. "If he finds us..." She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, her voice a venomous whisper:
"We're both dead."
I didn't flinch. I didn't pull away. I just stared at her—this broken little whore, covered in my cum, her husband's wife, begging to run with me. Pathetic. Beautiful. Mine.
Then—she changed.
Her grip tightened on my cock, her fingers stroking it faster, her voice suddenly sweet, poisoned:
"Come with me..." She pressed her body against mine, her tits crushing into my chest, her lips brushing my ear. "I'll keep you safe..." Her tongue flicked over the shell, sending a jolt down my spine.
"Forever..." Her hand slid down, cupping my balls, squeezing just enough to make me hiss. "And you can have me..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips grazing my neck:
"My pussy..." She rocked her hips against me, her heat burning through her dress. "My mouth..." Her tongue traced my jawline. "Even my asshole..." Her voice turned dark, husky. "Let me tell you..." Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot, wet:
"It's virgin..." She bit my earlobe, hard enough to make me grunt. "Never been touched..." Her hand slid up my cock, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting more pre-cum. "Never been stretched..." She brought her fingers to her lips, licking them clean, her eyes burning into mine:
"I saved it..." She smirked, her voice a razor. "For you..." Her hand dropped to my cock again, stroking it slowly, deliberately. "Because I knew..." She leaned in, her lips almost touching mine:
"I'd need a real man..." She licked her lips. "To fuck the shame out of me."
I grabbed her throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to make her gasp. "If he is a Mafia Boss, as you say, then do you think we can escape him?" I growled, my fingers tightening just enough to see her pulse flutter under my grip.
She didn't flinch. She smiled.
"I know we can." Her voice was ice. "Victor's strong..." She rocked her hips against me again, her pussy grinding against my thigh.
"But he's stupid..." Her hand stroked my cock, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting more pre-cum. "He thinks he owns me..." She brought her fingers to her lips, licking them clean, her eyes never leaving mine:
"But I own him."
I laughed, low and dark, my grip tightening on her throat, feeling her pulse hammer under my fingers like a trapped bird. "And how's that, my little whore?" I shoved her back, just enough to see her face—her smug little smirk, her eyes glinting with secrets and something darker.
But then—
Her breath hitched.
A shudder ran through her body, her nipples hardening under her dress, her thighs pressing together like she could trap the heat building between them. The Hand of Arousal was still at work, twisting her mind into a whimpering, needful mess.
She licked her lips, her hand still stroking my cock, slow, deliberate.
"I let him think he controls me..." She leaned in, her voice a whisper. "But I always have a way out..." Her fingers trailed down my chest, her nails scraping my skin. "A secret..." She bit her lip, her eyes darkening. "A power..." Her voice dropped to a hiss:
"One he never saw coming."
I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at me. "And what is that, bitch?" I snarled, my cock twitching in her hand.
She grinned, her voice a purr:
"I stole his money..." She rocked her hips against me again. "I stole his connections..." Her hand stroked my cock, her thumb swiping over the head. "And I stole his pride..." Her lips brushed my ear, her voice a venomous whisper:
"Now..." She bit my earlobe, hard enough to draw blood. "I'm stealing you."
I shoved her back, hard, making her stumble. She caught herself, her eyes flashing with something wild, dangerous.
"You think you can handle me, girl?" I growled, my cock throbbing in her grip.
She licked her lips, her voice a challenge:
"I know I can." She dropped to her knees, her hands gripping my thighs, her tongue swiping over the head of my cock, collecting the pre-cum.
I looked at her and asked, " How do you plan to escape... then?"
Emily's fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on my thigh, her eyes burning with a wild, dangerous light as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, each word laced with excitement and venom:
"My sister..." she purred, her tongue flicking over her lips, "lives in Texas." Her fingers tightened around my cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately, as if mapping out the route on my skin.
"Victor doesn't know about her existence." Emily's lips brushed my ear, her voice a silken blade wrapped in honeyed poison. Her tongue flicked over the shell, sending a jolt down my spine, while her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on my chest, teasing the skin beneath my shirt.
"We can hide at her place..." Her breath hitched—not from fear, but from the Hand of Arousal crawling under her skin, twisting her mind into a whimpering, needful mess.
"And then..." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her hips rocking against me, grinding her soaked panties into my thigh. "We can go to some other country... and be free..." Her fingers slid down, gripping my cock through my pants, stroking it slowly, deliberately. "Just you and me..."
Her lips brushed my ear again, her voice a venomous purr: "We can even go to Russia..." Her tongue flicked over my earlobe, her hand stroking my cock faster, harder, as if mapping out the escape route on my skin.
"I've heard Victor has got some beef with the Russians these days..." Her lips curled into a smirk, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "So I can help them take him down..." Her fingers tightened around my shaft, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting the pre-cum.
"An enemy of an enemy..." Her tongue traced the rim of my ear, her voice a razor: "...is our friend."
I shoved her back, just enough to see her face—her smug, triumphant smirk, her eyes glinting with plans. "And what makes you think they'll believe you?"
Emily giggled, a dark, knowing sound, as she dropped to her knees, her hands gripping my thighs, her tongue swiping over the head of my cock. "Because, baby," she murmured, her breath hot against my skin, "I've got proof."
Her fingers trailed up my inner thigh, her nails scraping lightly, teasing, before dipping into her cleavage. She pulled out a small, gold USB drive, dangling it between her fingers, her eyes burning into mine.
"Everything," she whispered, her voice a razor. "Victor's accounts... his deals... his weaknesses..." Her tongue flicked over her lips, her voice dropping to a hiss: "And the names of every man he's ever killed."
I grabbed the USB, yanking it from her fingers, my eyes narrowing. "You stole this?"
Emily grinned, her voice a purr: "I copied it." She rocked back on her heels, her fingers trailing up my cock, stroking it slowly. "From his private server..." her lips brushed the head, "...while he was fucking me from behind..." Her tongue swiped over the slit, collecting the pre-cum, her eyes never leaving mine. "He never even noticed."
I fisted her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at me. "And they'll take us in... just for this?"
Emily's lips curled into a smirk, her voice a challenge: "Oh, darling..." She leaned in, her breath hot against my cock, "They'll take us in..." her tongue flicked over the head, "...because with this..." her fingers tightened around my cock, "...they can destroy him with this."
Emily's fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on my cock, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting the pre-cum with a wet, obscene schlick.
"We fly private—" Her tongue flicked over the tip, her eyes darkening with lust and something sharper. "A friend of mine owes me a favor." Her fingers stroked my length, her grip tightening just enough to make me hiss. "She'll take us straight to Moscow..." Her lips curled into a smirk, her voice dropping to a whisper: "No questions asked."
I groaned, my hips jerking forward instinctively, but she denied me, her free hand pressing flat against my stomach to pin me in place. "Patience, darling," she purred, her breath hot against my skin.
Then her eyes darkened—lust, yes, but something sharper, too. "Victor must be coming here anytime now." The words were a splash of ice water. She yanked away, her fingers leaving a cold absence as she stuffed me back into my pants with rough efficiency, the zipper's teeth biting into my skin. "We should move. Now."
I adjusted myself with a grimace, watching as she straightened her dress, her nipples still visible through the thin fabric, betraying how wet she was beneath it. Oh, this bitch was playing a dangerous game. And I loved it.
"Fine," I muttered, but my mind was already racing. Moscow wasn't just a flight—it was an opportunity. Isabella and Nikolai's little misunderstanding could be leveraged. And Natalya? Fuck, just the thought of her had my cock twitching again.
Maybe I'd let Emily ride me all the way there, her tits bouncing as she took every inch, her moans drowned out by the engine's roar. Or maybe I'd bend her over the seat first, just to remind her who was really in charge.
Emily didn't wait for permission. She snapped her fingers at the bodyguards lurking like shadows—"Stay the fuck back"—her voice whip-crack sharp.
Then her hand was around my wrist, nails digging in as she dragged me toward the underground parking. The air was thick with the scent of oil and damp concrete, the fluorescent lights flickering like a bad omen.
Her Bentley crouched in the dimness, a sleek black beast. She all but threw me into the passenger seat before sliding in herself, the skirt of her dress riding up her thighs as she did.
I caught a glimpse of lace—soaked, clinging to her—before she slammed the door and gunned the engine. The car lurched forward, tires screeching against the pavement.
"Where the hell are we going?" I asked, though I already knew.
She didn't answer. Instead, her hand found my thigh, fingers inching upward, her touch scorching through the fabric of my pants. "Safe house," she finally said, her voice husky.
Soon after 40 minutes of driving. We were in front of the safehouse.
The safehouse wasn't some rotting warehouse—it was a temple of secrets, tucked behind wrought-iron gates and a facade of old-world elegance.
Emily killed the Bentley's engine with a shuddering exhale, the car's leather seats still warm from the heat of her body, the air between us thick with the scent of her arousal and my cologne—something dark, expensive, like aged whiskey and gunpowder.
"This is it." Her voice was smoke and honey, her fingers trembling as they fumbled with the seatbelt, the clink of the metal release obscenely loud in the silence.
The streetlights bled through the tinted windows, painting her skin in gold and shadow, her dress still hitched high enough to tease the lace of her thong—soaked, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. "No one knows about this place. Not the staff. Not the security. Not even Victor."
Her eyes locked onto mine, black with hunger, her lips parted just enough to let her tongue dart out, wetting them. The air between us crackled, charged with the promise of what was coming. I didn't wait for an invitation.
I grabbed her wrist—hard—and yanked her against me, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear as I growled, "Good." My free hand slid up her thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh until I found the drenched heat between her legs.
Emily's back arched as she pushed against me, a whimpering moan clawing up her throat—"Nnngh—fuck, wait—we have to move." Her hips twitched, grinding against my thigh like she couldn't help herself. "Texas. Now. And we need a new car—Victor's got eyes everywhere, and if he sees us—"
She stepped away, but not before I felt it—the heat radiating off her, the way her thighs trembled. The Hand of Arousal was eating her alive, her willpower fraying like a rope about to snap.
She could still talk, still think—but her body? Betraying her. Her nipples were hard little points under her top, and her panties were soaked through the fabric. I could smell her—sweet, musky, desperate.
"Go," I rumbled, adjusting my cock through my pants. "Grab your shit. But don't think for a second I won't fuck you the moment we're safe."
Her breath hitched. "Promise."
We walked inside the safehouse. The second the door locked behind us, Emily ripped her shirt over her head, her bra following with a sharp snap of the clasp.
She didn't even bother with finesse—just shoved her jeans down, stepping out of them with a wet squelch from her drenched panties.
"Change. Now," she ordered, voice rough, fingers already sliding between her thighs—just a tease, just a brush—before she caught herself with a whine.
"Victor's got CCTV all over this fucking mall. He'll recognize you in a heartbeat."
I didn't move. Just watched as her fingers hovered over her pussy, her thighs shaking. "You gonna touch yourself, baby? Or are you saving that for me?"
She snarled, but her hips rolled anyway. "I don't—fuck—I don't have men's clothes, okay? But you can take mine."
Her drawer slammed open. Out came a white button-up—thin, almost see-through, the fabric worn soft from her skin. "Wear this," she tossed it at me, then pulled out a pair of black silk pajama pants—so flimsy I could probably tear them with my teeth. "I sleep in these when I'm alone. Loose. Easy access."
Her eyes flickered to my crotch. "Not that you'll need it."
I didn't waste time.
My shirt tore as I yanked it off, buttons pinging across the floor. My belt followed with a sharp clink, my pants pooling at my ankles. Naked. My cock stood thick, veiny, leaking, the head already glistening with precome.
Emily's eyes locked onto me.
First, my abs—every ridge defined, the V cutting down like an arrow pointing straight to my cock. Then lower. Her breath caught, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared at my cock—long, thick, throbbing, the veins pulsing with every heartbeat. She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, her pussy clenching on nothing.
"Fuck," she whispered, her voice rough, hungry. "Look at you. So fucking hard." Her fingers twitched, like she was fighting the urge to reach out and stroke me.
"I'm gonna take that cock, Jack. All of it." Her eyes flickered up to mine, dark and promising.
"I'm gonna ride you until you're empty. Until you're begging me to stop." A slow, wicked smile curled her lips. "And we are gonna fuck for days. So prepare yourself..." Her hand slid down, fingers trailing over her soaked panties. "Because once I start? I'm not stopping until you're dried the fuck out."
I stepped closer. One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. The other gripped my cock, stroking slow, deliberate, just for her. "You want this, Emily? You want me to split you open right here?"
She moaned, her pussy clenching on nothing. "Yes. Fuck yes. But we can't—not yet—"
"Then stop looking at me like that."
"I can't!" She was panting now, her fingers digging into her own thighs. "I can smell you. Taste you. I know how you'll feel—thick and hot and filling me up—"
I locked my arms around her waist like a vice. My cock—throbbing, leaking, iron-hard—jutted against her thigh, the hot, heavy weight of it pressing into her soft skin.
She gasped as I moved my hips forward, my cock sliding against her, the slick head dragging through the wet heat of her inner thighs.
"Mmmf—! Aah!" Her back arched, her nails dug into my shoulders, her breath hitching as I humped against her again—slow, deliberate, teasing. The slippery sound of my cock rubbing against her soaked panties filled the air, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips, already dripping for me.
"Feel that?" I growled, my lips brushing the shell of her ear before my teeth sank in—just hard enough to make her whimper.
"Feel how fucking hard I am for you, Emily? How bad I want to split you open and ruin that tight little cunt?"
She moaned, her hips rolling against me, chasing the friction. "Y-you bastard—" Her voice was breathy, broken, her body betraying her with every needful twitch. "You know I can't—nnngh—can't think when you—ah!—do that—"
I chuckled darkly, my tongue tracing the sting of my bite on her ear. "Good. I don't want you thinking." My hand slid down, fingers hooking under the waistband of her panties, pulling just enough to expose the glistening pink of her pussy. "I want you begging."
I grabbed the shirt she'd tossed at me—white, thin, her scent all over it. I inhaled before pulling it on, the fabric clinging to my chest, the faint musk of her arousal wrapping around me like a fucking promise.
Then the pajama pants.
Holy shit.
The material was so fucking thin it might as well have been painted on. My cock—still half-hard, still leaking—outlined obscenely, the head pressing against the fabric, the veins visible through the sheer black silk. If I moved wrong, the tip would peek out, glistening and ready.
Emily's gaze locked onto it. Her tongue slipped out, tracing her lower lip. "You're trying to get us caught."
"No," I growled, my hand deliberately adjusting the thin fabric of the pajama pants—slow, teasing, letting my cock shift beneath it. The head nudged free for just a second, glistening and throbbing, before I tucked it back in. "I'm not trying to get us caught."
Her eyes locked onto the obscene outline, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Then what are you doing?"
I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. "I'm trying to drive you insane." My fingers traced the waistband of her jeans, just barely dipping beneath. "I want you squirming in that seat the whole drive. Aching for me. Dripping for me." A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. "I want you to feel every fucking mile between here and Texas."
Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together like she could ease the ache—but we both knew she couldn't. "It's working," she admitted, her voice rough, needy.
Emily turned away—but not before I saw the flush crawling up her neck, her nipples pressing against her bra. She yanked at her short jeans, the frayed denim clinging to her like a second skin, riding so high the pockets might as well have been underwear.
Then the checkered shirt—two sizes too small, the buttons straining over her full tits, her cleavage spilling between the gaps. Full Texas Girl looks.
"Fuck," I hissed, my cock twitching at the sight.
She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing. "Problem?"
"Yeah," I growled, my hand shooting out to grab her tit—hard. My fingers squeezed, molding the soft flesh, my thumb flicking over her hard nipple through the fabric. "These buttons are gonna pop if you breathe wrong."
"Mmm—! Ah!"* She arched into my touch, her back pressing against the wall. "D-don't... nnngh —just... wait—" Her hands flew to my wrist, but she didn't push me away—just clung, her nails digging in. "Just wait till we reach Texas... It's all yours... I promise..."
I pinched her nipple—hard. "You better not be lying to me, Emily."
She whimpered, her pussy clenching on nothing. "I won't—! Just—fuck—please—"
I stepped back, letting go—but not before giving her tit one last squeeze, my fingers leaving red marks on her skin. "Good girl."
She swallowed hard, her chest heaving, before turning and leading me to a small room with a locker in the corner. The metal door creaked as she yanked it open, stacks of cash neatly bundled inside.
"You've been planning this," I observed, watching as she stuffed the bills into her bag—fast, efficient, but her hands shook just a little.
"Had to be ready," she muttered, zipping the bag shut. "Victor's not the kind to let go."
I stepped up behind her, my cock pressing against her ass as I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "Neither am I."
She shivered, but didn't pull away.
The trunk slammed shut with a final, echoing thud, the cash locked beneath the false floor. Emily slid into the driver's seat, her short jeans riding up just enough to flash the underswell of her ass—a deliberate tease. I dropped into the passenger side, my cock already stiffening, just from the heat of her presence.
She turned the key, the engine snarling to life, and shot me a sideways glance. "Behave yourself."
My hand settled high on her thigh, fingers brushing the damp heat of her pussy. "Or what?"
Her grip lashed out, seizing my balls in a vise, and my cock twitched uselessly, trapped in the constricting fabric of my pajamas.
She released me with a shove, slapping my hand away from her thigh. "Just be patient, dear." Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "It won't be long before that thing's buried inside my pussy."
Oh, she had no idea what was coming.
I activated Scent of Lust and disabled my The healer ability. By the time I was done, her cunt and ass would be wrecked, aching, and desperate for more.
Emily's knuckles whitened around the steering wheel, her short nails digging into the leather. Only a minute had passed since I'd flicked on Scent of Lust, but the effect was already ripping through her like a drug. I leaned back, spreading my legs just enough to let my cock tent the fabric of my pajamas, thick and heavy with the promise of what was coming.
Her breath hitched—a tiny, needy sound—and her thighs pressed together, the denim of her shorts dampening where she was already wet. I could see the fight in her: the way her jaw clenched, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips every time her eyes betrayed her, snaked down to my lap. She'd try to look at the road, but her gaze snapped back like a rubber band, hungry, desperate.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, her voice raw. The car drifted slightly as her focus shattered, her foot stuttering on the gas. She squirmed in the seat, her ass lifting just enough to press her thighs together harder, like she could stifle the ache building between them. But it wasn't working. Nothing would.
I reached over, trailing a single finger up her bare thigh, stopping just shy of where she needed me most. Her entire body jerked, her hips itching to chase my touch, but she locked herself still, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Eyes on the road, Baby," I murmured, my voice low, amused. "Wouldn't want you to crash before I get that pussy and asshole of yours."
She whimpered, a broken little sound, and her hand twitched like she wanted to grab me, to shove my fingers inside her and end the torture. But she didn't. Not yet. Instead, she bit her lip so hard I saw the imprint of her teeth, her chest rising and falling like she'd just run a mile.
"You're dripping, aren't you?" I didn't need to ask. I could smell it—the musky sweetness of her arousal, thick in the confined space of the car. It mixed with the leather and gasoline, intoxicating. Maddening.
Emily let out a shuddering breath, her fingers trembling on the wheel. "Just—fuck—" she gasped, her voice cracking. "If you don't—touch me—"
I laughed, dark and knowing, and pulled my hand away completely. "Then what, Emily?" I let the name drip off my tongue like a threat. "You'll what?"
She whined, a desperate, broken sound, and her hips rolled in the seat, seeking friction that wasn't there. The car swerved again, her control unraveling by the second. I could see it in the way her thighs glistened, in the way her nipples strained against her top, begging for my mouth.
My words hung in the air between us, heavy, taunting, like the threat of a storm before the first strike. Emily didn't bother with a verbal reply. She didn't need to.
Instead, she held my gaze, her dark eyes burning into mine with a mixture of defiance and hunger. A slow, deliberate scoff escaped her—"Hmphh..."—the sound dripping with disdain, with challenge, with the unspoken promise that she'd make me eat every word.
Suddenly, the engine howled as Emily floored the accelerator, her foot mashing the pedal like she could outrun the fire burning between her legs. The car lurched, tires squealing against the pavement as she swerved into the gas station, gravel crunching under the wheels.
She slammed the gear into park before the car had even fully stopped, the sudden silence after the roar of the engine deafening—except for the ragged, wet sounds of her breathing.
I barely had time to unbuckle before she was ripping her door open, spilling out of the car like a woman possessed. She stormed around the hood, her shorts riding up with every frantic step, the damp fabric clinging to the swell of her ass.
When she yanked my door open, her eyes were black with need, her lips swollen from biting them. She grabbed my shirt, hauling me out so hard I stumbled against her, my cock already throbbing, straining against my pajamas.
"You are coming with me." Her voice was a guttural rasp, barely human.
She dragged me toward the dimly lit convenience store, her fingers dug into my skin like talons. The bell jingled as she shoved me through the door, the cool air-conditioned air doing nothing to temper the heat rolling off her in waves.
The fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow over her flushed skin, her nipples hard as pebbles beneath her thin top. She beelined for the condoms, her hips swaying with desperate urgency, her thighs glistening with the proof of how wet she already was.
She grabbed the ultra-thin packs, her fingers trembling so badly she dropped the first one. "Here it is—" She snatched another, clutching it like a lifeline.
When she slammed them onto the counter, the clerk—a middle-aged woman with a knowing smirk—raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking between Emily's disheveled state and the obvious bulge in my pants.
"Rough night, hon?" the woman teased, scanning the condoms.
Emily didn't answer. She threw a crumpled twenty onto the counter, her breath hitching as the woman deliberately slowed, dragging out the transaction. Emily's knees nearly buckled when the woman finally handed her the change, her fingers brushing Emily's wrist—just a second too long.
"Washroom?" Emily gasped, her voice cracking.
The woman grinned, nodding toward the back. "Last door. But hurry—my shift ends in ten, and I don't want to have to clean up after you two."
Emily didn't wait. She yanked my hand, her palm slick with sweat, her fingers trembling as she dragged me down the narrow hallway, her hips swaying with frantic need, like her body couldn't stand another second without friction.
The walls were stained with years of filth, the air thick with the sharp tang of bleach—but beneath it, deeper, darker, was the musky scent of her arousal, clinging to the air like perfume.
She shoved me into the single-stall bathroom, the door slamming shut behind us with a finality that made my cock twitch. The lock clicked, and then she was on me, pressing me against the cold tile, her body flush against mine. Her mouth crashed into mine, her tongue hot, desperate, tasting of mint and something wicked. She grinded her hips against me, her shorts so damp I could feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric, soaked and aching.
She pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with arrogant hunger. A smirk curled her mouth. "You wanted to know what I'd do, right?" Her voice was low, taunting. "I'll show you."
Before I could react, she dropped to her knees, the tile cold beneath her. Her hands went straight for my cock, gripping my balls with eager possession. "So full," she murmured, her thumb tracing the heavy weight of them, her touch sending a jolt through me.
Emily didn't give me a second to adjust. Her fingers—greedy, possessive—hooked into the waistband of my pajama and ripped the fabric down with a violence that made my cock slap against my stomach before rebounding—hard—against her cheek.
The sound was obscene: a wet, meaty thwack that echoed in the tiled room, followed by the sharp intake of her breath. Her head jerked to the side, her dark hair whipping across her shoulder, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her tongue darting out to trace the stinging red mark my cock had left on her skin.
"Aaah... naughty monster," she purred, her hand wrapping around my cock. She gave it a light slap, the sting making me hiss. Then her fingers went to my foreskin, peeling it back slowly, revealing the glistening head. Her breath hitched as she stared at it, her lips parting.
"I'll eat you up," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip. Her eyes locked on my cock.
Then her hands were on me—one wrapping around the base of my cock, her fingers not quite touching, teasing; the other cupping my balls, her palm warm, possessive. "You thought you could tease me?" she hissed, her grip tightening just enough to make my hips jerk. "Thought you could play with me?"
Then her tongue flattened, dragging up the sensitive skin before she took one ball into her mouth, sucking hard. A jolt of pleasure-pain shot through me, my cock twitching in her hand, pre-cum dripping onto her fingers.
"Fuck—" I growled, my fingers tangling in her hair, yanking just enough to make her whimper—but she didn't stop. If anything, the sound only spurred her on. Her free hand began stroking my cock, her grip tight, twisting on the upstroke, her thumb swiping over the head to spread the pre-cum in slow, deliberate circles.
"Mmm..." she moaned around my ball, the vibration sending shocks straight to my spine. "So full... so heavy..." Her tongue worked one, then the other, rolling them in her mouth like she was savoring the weight, the taste, the power she had over me. Her hand on my cock tightened, her strokes becoming longer, slower, cruel.
"You like that?" she taunted, her voice muffled as she nuzzled my balls, her breath hot against my skin. "Like when I own this big cock?" Her tongue flicked out, tracing the veins along my cock, before she pulled back just enough to spit—not on me, but onto her own hand, using the saliva to lube her grip, making every stroke slick, obscene, unbearable.
I hissed, my cock jerking in her hand, my balls tightening. "You little—"
"Shhh," she cut me off, her lips brushing the head of my cock, her tongue darting out to lap at the pre-cum before she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "You started this. Now you take it."
And then her mouth was on me fully, her lips sealing around the head, her tongue swirling, her hand working the base in tight, twisting motions. She hollowed her cheeks, taking me deeper, her nose pressing against my skin, her throat opening—
—and I fucking lost it.
My hands flew to her head, fisting her hair so hard her scalp burned, and I shoved her face down my cock with a violent jerk. Her throat made a wet, choking sound as I rammed past her gag reflex, her eyes watering instantly, mascara-smudged tears streaking down her cheeks.
But she didn't fucking pull back. No—she moaned, a muffled, guttural "Mmmf—!" that vibrated around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my balls.
"Fucking take it," I snarled, my voice a gravelly mess, unrecognizable even to myself. My hips pistoned, shoving her deeper, harder, my cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. "All the way down, you slut— swallow that cock like a good little whore."
She obeyed.
Her tongue lashed the underside of my cock, flat and wet, while her lips stretched obscenely around my cock, saliva dripping down her chin. Her throat fluttered, struggling to swallow me, but she forced it, gagging around me, her nails digging into my thighs like she needed something to anchor herself to.
"Nngh—! Mmm— Fuck—!" Her voice was distorted, muffled, but the words were clear—filthy, desperate. "Choke me on it... ruin my throat..." She pulled back just enough to gasp, her lips swollen, glistening, before diving back down, taking me all the way again.
The sounds she made—wet, sloppy, desperate—filled the room, mixing with the obscene squelch of her mouth, the slap of skin, the rasp of her breath. My own grunts were animalistic, broken, lost in the haze of lust.
"Mmm— You love this, don't you?" she slurred, her voice a filthy, gargled mess around my cock. "Love when I make you lose that fucking control—" Her tongue swirled around the head, her hand stroking the base, twisting just right—
I yanked her hair, forcing her to look up at me, my cock glistening with her spit, throbbing in her grip. "Keep talking," I hissed, my voice a razor, "and I'll fuck your mouth until you can't even remember your name."
She laughed—a broken, wet sound—before shoving herself back down my cock, taking me all the way again. Her throat convulsed, her eyes rolling back as I held her there, counting the seconds before she tapped out.
But she didn't.
Instead, she pulled off with a gasping, sloppy pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Her breath came in ragged, wet gasps, but her eyes were fired up, defiant.
"Mmm... Not done yet, baby." Her voice was hoarse, raw, but she grinned wickedly before shifting behind me.
I felt her breath first—hot, humid—against my ass, then the flat of her tongue, dragging a slow, wet path from my taint all the way up to my hole. My entire body locked, a growl ripping from my throat as her tongue circled, pressed, and teased.
"Fuck—!" I barked, my cock twitching violently in her hand as she stroked me slowly, torturously.
"Mmm... Taste so good," she murmured, her voice muffled against my skin. "Bet you never let anyone do this to you..." Her tongue pushed inside, just the tip, flicking, probing, while her hand tightened around my cock, stroking in time with her licking.
"Nngh— Fucking—" I growled, my hands clenching into fists, my body trembling with the effort of not shoving her face back into the tile.
"Mmm-hmm..." she hummed, the vibration making my cock jerk. "Such a dirty boy... Letting me lick your ass while you drip all over my hand..." Her tongue pressed deeper, her fingers twisting over the head of my cock, smearing the pre-cum in circles.
"You cunt—" I hissed, but the word died in a groan as she sucked my hole, her tongue fucking me just enough to make my legs shake.
"Mmm... Bet you wish you could fuck me right now," she taunted, her voice muffled against my skin. "But you can't, can you? Not when I'm owning this ass..." Her tongue swirled, her hand stroking faster, harder, her other hand cupping my balls, squeezing just enough to make me see stars.
"Fuck— I'm gonna—"
"Mmm... Do it," she panted, her tongue flicking my hole one last time before pulling back, her hand flying up to wrap around my cock, stroking me roughly, demanding. "Come for me, baby... All over my hand... My face... Anywhere you want..."
I fucking lost it
With a snarl, I activated my abilities—Endurance God and Cum Monster—feeling the surge of raw, unnatural power flood my veins.
"Bitch," I growled, my voice a guttural, inhuman rasp, "you have no fucking idea... what I'm gonna do to your pussy."
My cock pulsed, swelling with a sickening, wet pop as I triggered my Body Manipulation, forcing the tissues to expand, thicken, and distend beyond natural limits. The veins along my cock bulged, darkening as blood rushed in, the head flaring like a monstrous mushroom, glistening with pre-cum.
Emily's face was still pressed against my ass, her tongue flicking against my hole, unaware—until her fingers, wrapped around my cock, suddenly couldn't touch.
A choked, disbelieving "W-What the—?!" tore from her throat, her grip slipping as my cock expanded beneath her palm. She tried to adjust, her fingers stretching, straining—but it was useless. The more she squeezed, the more my cock pushed back, thickening, swelling, forcing her hand open.
"N-No— No, no, no—!" Her voice was panicked, muffled against my skin, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "It's— It's getting bigger—! Are you— are you about to cum? You can't lie—!"
I grinned, dark, feral, and stepped forward, shoving her back just enough to break her grip. Then I turned around.
Her eyes were wide, shocked, her mouth hanging open as she stared at my cock—now monstrous, veiny, throbbing, thicker than it had any right to be.
"H-How is this— possible...?" Her voice was a whisper, disbelieving, her fingers trembling as she reached out—not to touch, but to measure the distance between her thumb and forefinger, as if proving to herself that yes, it had grown. "So much thicker than before—!"
I chuckled, low, dangerous, and grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly, letting her see the way it pulsed, the way the head swelled, glistening with pre-cum.
"You thought I was fully erect before?" I laughed, mocking, as I stepped closer, forcing her to crane her neck to keep her eyes on it. "Baby..." I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear, "I wasn't even halfway there."
Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nipples hard against the thin fabric of her top. She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, but she didn't back down. Instead, her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, her eyes locked on my cock like it was the only thing in the world.
"What..." My voice dripped with mocking amusement, my fingers tracing the flicker of fear in her eyes like a predator toying with its prey.
"Don't fucking tell me you're scared now, slut?" I gripped her chin, my thumb pressing into her cheek hard enough to dent the flesh, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because I'm gonna fucking destroy this pussy until you can't remember your own name."
My other hand slid down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her shorts, my fingers brushing against the soaked fabric of her panties.
"Fuck, you're dripping," I growled, pushing a finger inside her without warning, curling it deep until she gasped, her hips jerking forward, chasing the pressure.
"Gonna stretch this tight little cunt so wide you'll feel me in your stomach," I added a second finger, scissoring them open, stretching her just enough to make her whimper. "And when I'm done... You won't walk for a week."
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling under my touch. But then—
That fucking smirk.
"Then do it," she challenged, her voice steady despite the way her pussy clenched around my fingers. "Ruin me."
A dark, feral grin spread across my face.
"Oh, bitch..." I purred, my voice low, dangerous, as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts—
RRIIIIPPPP—!
The fabric tore with a violent, obscene sound, the seams splitting under the force of my grip. Emily let out a shocked gasp, "Ah! N-No—! My fucking shorts—!" but her protest was drowned out by the sound of ripping denim, her body jerking as the cool air hit her bare skin.
"F-Fuck—! Y-You—!" she whimpered, her hands flying to cover herself, but I wasn't done.
SNAP!
I grabbed the front of her top, fisting the fabric in my hands, and YANKED—buttons popped off, flying across the room like tiny bullets, the sound of fabric tearing sharp and violent.
"Nnngh—! S-Stop—!" Emily moaned, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her exposed skin, her nipples hardening instantly. "M-My shirt—!" she gasped, but her voice was weak, breathy, because deep down, she loved it.
RRRRIIIIPPP—!
I hooked my fingers under the lace of her bra, digging my nails into the delicate fabric, and tore—straps snapping, cups ripping away from her skin with a sharp sound. "AHH—! N-No—! My bra—!" Emily cried out, her back arching as the last barrier was stripped away, her tits bouncing free, her nipples hard and aching.
"F-Fuck..." she whimpered, her hands flying to cover herself, but I slammed them away, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head.
RRRRIIIIPPPP—!!
Her panties were last—flimsy, soaked lace that gave no resistance as I fisted them and tore them clean off her body, the sound of fabric ripping mixing with her sharp, desperate gasps.
"NNNGH—! A-Ah—! F-Fuck—!" Emily moaned, her body trembling as the last scrap of fabric was stripped away, leaving her completely bare, her pussy glistening, dripping, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
"Hmmm.... " she whimpered, her voice breaking, her cheeks flushed with shame and lust. "You ripped them all!"
"Yeah," I growled, grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples until she hissed. "And you fucking love it, slut."
Her pussy was glistening, dripping, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. I dropped to my knees in front of her, gripping her thighs, spreading them wide, exposing her completely.
"Fuck, you smell like a whore," I growled, leaning in, my tongue darting out to drag a slow, wet path from her clit to her entrance.
"F-FUCK—! Ah—! N-Nnngh—!" Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight, her fingers tangling in the strands as I pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, tasting her, claiming her.
"You asked for this, bitch," I growled against her flesh, my voice muffled but clear enough for her to hear the promise in it.
I grabbed her ass with one hand, my fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks, and yanked her forward with a violent jerk. Her legs buckled for a second before I shoved her pussy straight against my mouth, my tongue already out, flat, and ready.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh—!!!"
The sound ripped from her throat the second my lips sealed around her clit, my tongue pressing hard against her swollen flesh before flicking rapidly, relentlessly. I sucked—hard—my cheeks hollowing, my teeth grazing just enough to make her scream again.
"F-FUCK—! N-Nnngh—! Ahhh—!!!" Her hands flew to my hair, gripping desperately, her fingers tangling in the strands as I devoured her. I shoved my tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it, curling it upward to hit that rough, sensitive spot that made her legs shake.
"Y-You—! Nnngh—! S-Stop—! I-I can't—!" Her voice was broken, desperate, but her hips grinded against my face, chasing the pressure, begging for more without words.
I pulled back just enough to growl against her pussy, my breath hot on her soaked flesh. "You can't what, slut?" I licked a slow, thick stroke from her entrance to her clit, savoring the taste of her.
"Can't take it?" I sucked her clit into my mouth again, harder this time, making her back arch violently.
"AAAAHHH—! F-Fuck—! I-I—! Nnngh—!!!" Her moans were high, broken, uncontrolled, her body trembling as I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
I grabbed her other ass cheek, spreading her wide, exposing her completely, my tongue diving deeper, fucking her harder, faster, like I was trying to eat her alive. Her juices coated my chin, dripping down my throat, and I growled into her pussy, the vibration making her scream.
"I-I can't—! I'm gonna—! Ahhh—! FUCK—!!!" Her thighs clamped around my head, her body tensing, her pussy pulsing against my tongue as she came, her juices flooding my mouth.
I didn't stop.
I kept licking, sucking, drinking her down as she screamed, her body shaking, her moans turning into broken, wordless sobs.
"N-No—! S-Stop—! It's—! Too! Aaaahhh—!!!" Her hands pushed at my head, but it was weak, half-hearted, because deep down, she wanted this—wanted to be consumed, ruined, owned.
I could feel it—the way her thighs started trembling, the way her breath hitched into short, sharp gasps, the way her pussy pulsed against my tongue, swelling, clenching, begging for release.
"Mmm— Nnngh—! C-Close—! I'm so—! Ahhh—!"
Her fingers dug into my hair, yanking, desperate, her hips grinding against my face like she needed it to survive. Her moans were high, broken, uncontrolled, her body tensing—
And I pulled back.
Completely.
Her pussy was right there, glistening, dripping, begging to be finished—but I didn't give her shit.
"Hmm..." I murmured, licking my lips slowly, savoring the taste of her arousal, my chin shiny with her juices. "Did you think you were done?"
Emily whimpered, her body jerking forward, chasing the contact that was suddenly gone. "N-No—! D-Don't—! Hmm... Don't stop..." Her voice was thick, needy, desperate, her hands clawing at the air, her pussy twitching like it was searching for my tongue.
I chuckled, low, dark, amused, as I watched her squirm, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. "Beg better," I growled, trailing a single finger up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she needed it. "Or I won't give you shit."
"N-Nnngh—! P-Please—! I-I need—! Ahhh—!" Her hips rolled, desperate, her pussy clenching on nothing, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.
I leaned in just enough to blow a stream of cool air over her soaked pussy, making her shudder, her nipples hardening painfully. Then, with a dark grin, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, shoving her face toward the door.
"W-What—?!" she gasped, but before she could protest, I spread her ass wide, exposing her clean, neat asshole, the creases tight and untouched.
"N-No—! D-Don't—! Aaaah—!" She moaned as my fingers brushed against her tight hole, her body tensing in anticipation.
"I have to clean it... before— Aaaaaah!" She cried, but her words turned into a broken moan as I pressed my tongue against her asshole, pushing it inside.
"Aaaaaah fuck... Hmmm... My asshole..." she whimpered, her body jerking as her tight hole clenched around my tongue, trying to push me out but failing.
I pulled back, spat on her asshole, and pushed the spit inside with my thumb, watching as her body trembled, her breath hitching.
"F-Fuck... Jack... I-I can't take it anymore... I'm going crazy..." she panted, turning her body to face me, her eyes wild, her cheeks flushed.
"You want to cum?" My finger traced slow, maddening circles around her tight asshole, teasing but never giving her what she craved. "Then earn it, slut."
Emily's eyes flared—pure defiance, wild and untamed. With a violent shove, she knocked my hand aside, her fingers seizing my cock in a bruising grip. She bent over to the ragged jeans and took out the condom pack she bought.
Emily's fingers trembled as she ripped the foil with her teeth, the metallic snap lost under her ragged breathing.
The condom tumbled free, still warm from her pocket, and she didn't hesitate—her lips parted, tongue pressing flat against the latex as she sucked it into her mouth, sealing her lips around the ring.
A slow, deliberate roll of her jaw, her cheeks hollowing as she stretched the rubber down my cock with wet, obscene sounds—schlick... schlick—her saliva turning the latex translucent, clinging to every vein.
Then she took me deeper.
Her throat seized halfway, her gag reflex betraying her—"Nnngh—!"—but she forced it, her neck cords straining, eyes watering as she pulled back with a pop.
The condom was drowned in spit, the reservoir already bulging from precum, the latex stretched so thin I could see the pulse of my cock beneath it. One wrong twitch and it'd shatter.
"Oh—fuck—" Her voice cracked. She yanked back, fingers flying to the base, adjusting—but the damage was done. The condom was a time bomb, the latex groaning under pressure, the tip swollen like it was already fighting to contain me.
"It's—it's gonna burst—!" Her breath hitched, her thumb brushing the reservoir. "I can feel how close—Jesus, it's the biggest they make and it's still not—"
A choked laugh tore from her throat, half panic, half dark delight. "One thrust. That's all it'd take to destroy my pussy."
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The door rattled violently under the old lady's fist. "Y-You two!" her voice cracked, nervous and flustered. "C-Cut it off! It's time for you two to leave! This is a-a public restroom, for heaven's sake!"
Emily didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. Instead, she turned her head toward the door, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Ohhh, listen to that," she purred, grinding her pussy against my cock. "Sounds like someone's got her panties in a twist."
The old lady gasped. "I-I most certainly do not! You young people have no shame!"
"No shame?" Emily laughed, her voice sharp and mocking. "Sweetheart, if you had a man who could make you scream like I'm about to, you wouldn't give a damn about shame either." She grinded against me harder, her breath hitching. "But I guess when your pussy's drier than the Sahara, you gotta find something to complain about, huh?"
The old lady sputtered. "W-What?! I-I never—!"
"Oh, please," Emily scoffed, her fingers tightening around my cock. "We can all hear how lonely you are. That's why you're eavesdropping, isn't it? Hoping to live vicariously through someone else's fuck?"
"I-I was not eavesdropping!" the old lady stammered, her voice rising in pitch. "I was just—just making sure you weren't vandalizing the bathroom!"
"Sure, sure," Emily drawled, her hips rolling against mine. "And I'm sure you just happened to press your ear to the door when you heard me moaning. Admit it, Grandma. You're jealous."
"J-Jealous?!" The old lady's voice cracked. "I-I have a husband! A very respectable—"
"Oh, so you do have someone?" Emily interrupted, her eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. "Then why does your voice sound like you haven't been fucked properly in twenty years?" She turned back to me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bet he can't even get it up anymore, can he? Poor thing probably just lies there while you—"
"That's enough!" the old lady shrieked, her voice trembling with outrage. "You-you're disgusting! Both of you!"
Emily's laugh was a razor wrapped in silk—low, slow, and deliberate, like she was savoring the taste of something rotten. "Aw," she crooned, her fingers walking down my stomach before wrapping around my cock, her thumb swiping the tip of my cover over the condom, which could burst any moment.
"Did I hit a nerve?" Her grip tightened, just shy of painful, her nails grazing the underside where I was most sensitive. " Is it just anger? Or Something else."
She guided me to her entrance, her pussy lips already glistening, swollen from anticipation. The head of my cock caught against her clit, and she rolled her hips, grinding against me with a wet, obscene sound—squelch—her breath hitching.
"Maybe if you weren't so uptight," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a poisoned honey, "you'd know what it feels like to have a real man between your legs instead of some sad, limp—"
BANG!
The door rattled in its frame, the old lady's voice shrill but cracking at the edges. "I'm calling the police!"
Emily didn't even flinch. She smirked, her free hand sliding down to spread herself open, the tip of my cock notching against her entrance. "Go ahead," she purred, her fingers circling her clit, slow and teasing.
"Explain to them how you've been pressing your ear to the door like a desperate, dried-up voyeur, waiting for the sound of my moans so you can pretend it's you getting railed instead of me."
A choked, wet sound came from the other side—half gasp, half sob. "I-I wasn't listening! I was just—"
"Just what?" Emily's voice dropped to a sweet, venomous croon
, her hips rocking just enough to make the head of my cock slip inside her, just the tip, stretching her open with a slow, lewd pop.
"Just hoping to catch a glimpse?" Her nails dug into my shoulder, her breath stuttering as she forced herself to take another inch. "Maybe touch yourself while you imagine it's your cunt getting split open instead of mine?"
"Y-You're twisted!" The old lady's voice was thin, breaking, the words barely more than a whisper.
"And you're a liar," Emily shot back, her back arching as I pushed, the head of my cock breaching her in one slow, relentless thrust.
"Aaaaaaaaaah—FUCK—" Her voice cracked, her body locking up around me, her pussy clenching like it was trying to push me out even as her hips rocked forward, greedy and conflicting.
"Hmmmm... Too big..." She gasped, her fingers flying to my chest, shoving me back just enough to control the depth.
"But that's okay." Her laugh was breathless, dark. "You can keep pretending you're not jealous while I—Ahhh!—get exactly what I want."
The old lady made another outraged noise, but it was drowned under Emily's moan as she sank another inch onto me, her pussy struggling, the stretch audible—a wet, ripping sound, like she was being split.
"Now run along, grandma," Emily panted, her nails raking down my back, her other hand still spread over her pussy, her clit throbbing under her fingers. "Unless you want to stick around and watch?"
Silence.
Thick. Heavy.
Then—
"Y-You're both disguisting!" The old lady's voice was shaking, raw with humiliation. "I-I never—!"
"Never what?" Emily's voice was a purr, her hips rolling in tiny, teasing circles, her pussy clenching around just the tip. "Never had a man who knew what he was doing?"
She let out a broken, breathy laugh, her head falling back as she pushed herself down another fraction of an inch, her body resisting. "Never had the balls to actually ask for what you want?"
Her fingers tightened on my cock, her thumb pressing right against where we were connected, her pussy lips flared around me, struggling.
"Old lady, let me tell you a secret..." She gasped, her voice thick with effort, her body trembling as she fought to take more. "My man's cock..." Another inch slipped inside her, her breath hitching.
"Is too big..." Her free hand dropped to her clit, rubbing in frantic little circles. "Just the tip..." She moaned, her back arching, her pussy fluttering.
"Would be enough to make you cum hard..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes locking onto the door, like she could see the old lady through it. "Aaaaaah... hmmmm... Wouldn't it?"
A whimper came from the other side.
Emily's cunt clenched around me like a vice, her walls fluttering as she took me deeper, her moans turning sloppy, her words dissolving into wet, broken sounds. "Nnngh—fuck, you're so deep—" Her nails raked down my back, her other hand still spread over her pussy, her clit throbbing under her fingers.
She rode me in short, sharp rolls, her tits bouncing, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "Aaaaaaah, you hear that, hmmm....old hag?" she panted, her voice dripping with venom and lust. "Hear how wet I am for him? How my cunt just swallows him up like it's starving?"
She slammed herself down harder, her pussy squelching around my cock, the sound obscene, echoing off the walls. "Aaaah—fuck—! That's it, right there—!" Her head snapped toward the door, her lips curled in a feral grin.
"You wish you could take it like this, don't you?" She reached down, spreading her lips wider, letting the old lady hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her cunt struggling to fit me. "Bet your dusty little pussy hasn't been stretched in decades—if ever!"
BANG!
The old lady's fist pounded against the door again, but her voice was weak, trembling. "I—I swear, I'm calling—!"
"Oh, shut up," Emily snapped, her hips stuttering as she took me to the hilt, her breath catching. "Aaaaaaaah aaaaaah fuck... my pussy is gonna break... aaaaaah.. You're not calling shit."
"Mmmmm—fuck—! You're just jealous of me because you know you'd break on this cock!" She pulled me almost all the way out, then slammed back down, her pussy gulping me with a wet slap. "Aaaaaah—! Feel that, Grandma? Feel how full I am?"
A whimper came from the other side.
Emily's eyes gleamed. "What's that, old hag?" She rocked her hips, her cunt sucking at me, the sound lewd, unmistakable. "You like listening to me get fucked?"
Emily's cunt clenched one last time—violently—her walls milking me as she yanked herself off my cock with a filthy, popping sound, her pussy lips flared and gaping, still pulsing from the stretch.
Emily's cunt unleashed—not a trickle, not a dribble, but a fucking torrent—the moment my cock popped free from her stretched, gaping pussy. The sound was disgusting—a thick, sloppy SPLAT-SPLAT-SPLAT as her juices exploded out of her, hitting the floorboards in hot, sticky bursts.
The first gush was the worst—violent, uncontrolled, spraying everywhere, her thighs shaking as her pussy pulsed like it was trying to push out something deeper than just cum.
"AAAAAAAAH—! FUCK—! UHHHHH—! HMMMMMMM—!"
Her fingers flew to her clit the second my cock left her, rubbing in frantic, sloppy circles, her other hand spreading her pussy lips wide—forcing herself to squirt harder, longer, like she was punishing herself for how good it felt.
"Nnngh—! Yes—! Fuck—! Right there—!" Her voice cracked, her moans turning into screams as another wave hit, her juices shooting out in short, desperate bursts, hitting the floor, the walls, even her own stomach—dripping down her skin in thick, obscene streaks.
"Oh god—! I'm—! I'm still—! Aaaaaah—!"
Her hips jerked, her ass clenching as she forced another spurt out of herself, her fingers mashing her clit like she was trying to dig the pleasure out. The sound—squelch, splat, drip—was filthy, wet, the kind of noise that made it clear she wasn't just cumming—she was flooding, her body emptying itself in shameful, uncontrolled bursts.
"Mmmmm—! Fuck yes—! Look at this mess!" She spread her legs wider, her fingers still rubbing, still forcing more out of herself, her juices pooling beneath her, soaking into the wood. "You hear that, grandma?!" Her voice was raw, guttural, her breath ragged as she ground her clit harder, her pussy twitching with every spurt. "Hear how much I cum for him?!"
Another gush—this one weaker, but messier, dribbles running down her thighs, her fingers slippery with her own filth. "Aaaah—! Fuck—! It's everywhere!" She laughed, breathless, cruel, her fingers still working her clit even as her body trembled from overstimulation. "Bet you wish you could make a man do this to you!"
Her pussy clenched one last time, a final, pathetic dribble escaping her, her juices coating her fingers, her thighs, the floor—everywhere. She panted, her chest heaving, her cunt still throbbing, aching, her clit swollen and red from how hard she'd rubbed it.
"Mmmmm—" She licked her lips, her eyes half-lidded, drunk on the filth of it. "Bet you never came like that—" Her fingers trailed through the mess on the floor, gathering it before bringing it to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste herself. "Mmm... so good—."
She grinned, her fingers still glistening, her pussy still dripping, her breath slowly steadying.
Then she reached for the doorknob.
Her fingers found the doorknob—not to open it, oh no—but to tease, her knuckles tapping against the wood in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Or are you just hoping..." She leaned in, her lips brushing the door, her voice dropping to a poisoned whisper. "...we'll invite you in?"
A choked, humiliated sound came from the other side—half sob, half gasping breath, like the old lady had been holding it the entire time.
Then, without warning, she yanked herself off my cock, her pussy making a filthy, popping sound as I slipped free, her juices dripping down her thighs. "Mmmmm—" She licked her fingers, tasting herself, her eyes locked on the door. "You want a peek, grandma?"
Emily stood there, her ass still throbbing from the way I'd just pounded into her, her thighs slick with her own mess.
Emily smirked.
Then—
She wrenches the door open.
The old lady didn't scream.
She didn't move.
She just—stopped.
Her entire body locked up, her mouth falling open in a soundless gasp, her eyes going wide—wide—wide—as they landed on me.
On my cock.
The latex gleamed, slick with her juices, the veins beneath throbbing like they were trying to burst through. The head of my cock pushed against the condom's reservoir, swollen, angry, the tip bulging obscenely from the pressure of my precome—thick, pearly droplets beading at the tip, weighing it down just enough to make the latex strain even more. Every pulse of my heartbeat made it twitch, the condom creaking like it was begging to give way.
It twitched in the air, heavy, the tip almost brushing Emily's ass as she shifted her weight, her pussy still dripping, still aching from being stretched.
The old lady's gazeflickered—from the head of my cock, down the length of it, to the mess of Emily's juices coating
the base, then up—to Emily's smirking face over her shoulder, her lips parted, her eyesgleaming with triumph.
"S-S-So..." The old lady's voice cracked, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips.
The old lady froze.
Emily's laugh was low, cruel. "Aw, Old Hag." She reached out, her fingers hooking in the old lady's cardigan, yanking her forward just enough to make her stumble. "Cat got your tongue?" Her eyes dropped—deliberately—to where the old lady's hand was pressed against her skirt. "Or is it just too wet to talk?"
"I..... I... !" The old lady's face burned crimson, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts.
"Mmmmm—" Emily hummed, her fingers trailing down, circling the old lady's wrist before sliding up her arm, her touch mocking, possessive. "You were so sure you weren't listening." She leaned in, her lips brushing the old lady's ear, her voice a poisoned whisper. "So prove it."
The old lady flinched. "P-Prove—?"
Emily's grin was all teeth. "Show me your panties, grandma." She pressed closer, her naked body radiating heat, her pussy still dripping, her scent thick in the air.
"If they're dry..." She trailed off, her fingers tracing the old lady's collarbone, dipping lower, threatening to slide beneath the fabric. "Then I'll believe you weren't getting off on listening to me get fucked like a whore."
"Y-You can't—!" The old lady's voice cracked, her hands trembling where they clutched her skirt.
"Can't?" Emily laughed, the sound dark and knowing. "Or won't?" She grabbed the old lady's wrist, forcing her hand away from her skirt. "Come on, Old hag." Her voice dropped, sweet and venomous. "Let's see how honest you are."
The old lady whimpered, her knees nearly buckling.
Emily didn't wait.
Her fingers hooked into the waistband of the old lady's skirt, yanking it down just enough to expose the elastic of her beige, cotton panties—the kind that screamed "I gave up on sex decades ago." But the fabric... oh, the fabric told a different story.
Emily's fingers pressed against the crotch.
"Mmmmm—" She hummed, her touch lingering, rubbing in a slow, deliberate circle. "What's this, Grandma?" Her voice was soft, mocking. "Feel that?"
The old lady sobbed, her entire body shaking.
The old lady stood there, stunned, her skirt pooled around her ankles, her thick thighs exposed, the white of her panties now stained with the damp evidence of her arousal.
The realization struck me as I studied the old woman's face—her flushed cheeks, the way her breath hitched. It had to be the Scent of Lust.
She swallowed, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was fighting the urge to reach out and touch.
"N-No—!" The old lady tried to step back, but Emily's grip tightened, her nails digging in.
"Aw, don't be embarrassed," Emily cooed, her free hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly, her thumb over the tip. "It's natural." She pressed the head against the old lady's thigh, leaving a sticky, shiny mark on her skin.
"You heard how good it sounds..." She rocked her hips, her pussy glistening, aching. "How wet I get..." Her voice dropped, conspiratorial. "Did you touch yourself, Grandma? While you listened to me scream?"
The old lady's breath hitched, her chest heaving beneath that stretched-out blouse, her huge, sagging tits pressing against the fabric like they were begging to spill free.
Sweat glistened between them, her hard, desperate nipples poking through, begging for a mouth, a tongue, anything to ease the ache. Her face wasn't just flushed—it was fucking ruined, her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them like she was already tasting what she craved.
Emily leaned in, her breath hot against the old lady's ear, her voice a poisoned whisper. "Tell me the fucking truth, grandma." Her hand tightened around my cock, the condom creaking under the pressure, the bulging head pushing against the old lady's stomach, leaving another sticky mark on her blouse.
"Or..." Emily's fingers traced the throbbing vein along my shaft, making my cock jump beneath the latex. "I'll let him fuck me right here in front of you... and you can watch that dry, useless cunt of yours clench while you pretend you don't want to be on your knees like the desperate slut you are."
The old lady's nostrils flared, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to stifle something. "Y-You bitch—" Her voice cracked, but there was no real anger in it. Just need. Just fucking hunger.
Then—
Her hand shot out.
Her rough, calloused fingers gripped Emily's wrist and shoved her aside—not hard, not violent, but with purpose. With fucking intent.
Emily stumbled, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh—fuck—" She didn't get to finish.
The old lady wasn't listening.
She was moving.
Closer.
Her gaze locked onto my cock—still rock-hard, the condom stretched so fucking tight it was almost see-through, the veins beneath pulsing like a heartbeat.
"M-Mmm..." A broken, needful sound escaped her before she could stop it, her lips parting, her tongue flicking out like she was already tasting me.
And then—
She dropped.
Thud.
Her knees hit the fucking floor, her hands slapping against her thighs for balance, her breath coming in short, raging gasps. Her huge tits spilled forward, her blouse straining, the fabric clinging to the sweat on her skin, the dark patch of her nipples visible through the thin material.
"F-Fuck..." She whimpered, her eyes glued to my cock, her mouth watering.
Emily's shock melted into a fucking grin. "Ohhh, grandma." She purred, her voice dripping with triumph.
"So that's what you wanted, huh? To see what a real cock looks like?" She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down my shaft, squeezing just enough to make the condom creak. "Bet that dried-up husband of yours never filled you up like this."
The old lady's face burned, but she didn't look away.
She couldn't.
Her fingers twitched, creeping closer, closer—until her knuckles brushed against the condom, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of me through the latex.
"M-Mmm... So big—" Her voice was thick, slurred with need. "I-I bet it hurts—"
Emily's laugh was a razor, low and cruel, slicing through the heavy air between them. "Oh, Grandma." She leaned down, her naked body pressing against the Lady's trembling body, her lips brushing the shell of her ear.
The scent of sex—sweat, cum, need—wrapped around them, thick and suffocating. "It hurts so good." Her hand tightened around my cock, stroking slowly, the condom groaning under the pressure, the latex straining against my throbbing veins. "You want to find out, don't you?"
Lady's tongue darted out again, wetting her lips—full, pink, parted in anticipation. Her eyes flickered up, dark and hungry, before dropping back to my cock—still hard, still weeping, the head swollen and angry behind the thin latex. "I—I shouldn't—" Her voice was a whisper, broken, but there was no conviction in it. Only need.
"But you will." Emily's voice was a command, a promise, her breath hot against the old lady's ear. "Because you need it." She pressed the head of my cock against Jasmine's lips, the latex sticky with precome, the heat of me seeping through.
"Open wide, Grandma." Her fingers tangled in the lady's hair, yanking just enough to tilt her head back, exposing the long, pale line of her throat. "Let's see if that mouth still works."
Old lady's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her huge tits heaving beneath her blouse. For a second, it looked like she might resist—like she might pull away, deny it all.
Then—
"I am not your Grandma." Her voice was raw, rough—not angry, but desperate. "I am Jasmine."
Emily froze.
For the first time, her smirk faltered—just for a second—before twisting into something darker. More predatory.
"Jasmine." She tasted the name, rolling it on her tongue like it was something dirty. "Mmmmm—so that's your name." Her fingers tightened in Jasmine's hair, yanking her closer, her lips brushing her ear again.
"And what do you want, Jasmine?" Her hand stroked my cock again, slow, deliberate, the condom creaking. "Do you want to know what it feels like..." She pressed the head against Jasmine's lips again, harder this time. "...to be filled up properly?"
Jasmine's lips parted—just a little—her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of my precome through the latex. "I.... I haven't—" Her voice cracked. "Not in years—"
Emily chuckled, low and knowing. "Years?" She leaned back just enough to look Jasmine in the eyes, her gaze dark and gleaming.
"Then it's time you remembered what a real cock feels like." Her hand slid down, cupping Jasmine's chin, forcing her to look at me—at my cock, throbbing, needy, the condom straining to contain me.
"Show me how bad you want it." Her voice dropped to a whisper, a command.
Jasmine's breath caught—but she didn't move.
Not yet.
Emily smirked. "Or..." She trailed off, her fingers sliding down Jasmine's throat, light, teasing. "Or I tell everyone how Jasmine—" She pressed her lips against her ear again, her voice a poisoned whisper. "—the proper, respectable Jasmine—got on her knees for a cock half her age."
Jasmine's body tensed—but not in anger.
In shame.
In need.
"P-Please—" Her voice was a whisper, broken, pleading.
Emily's grin was feral. "Please, what, Jasmine?" Her hand slid lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down—just enough to expose the thick, dark curls of her pubes, the glistening dampness of her pussy lips. "Please let you cum?"
Jasmine moaned, her hips jerking forward—just a little—just enough to betray her.
Emily laughed, low and cruel. "That's what I thought."
Jasmine's fingers clamped around my shaft like a vice, her knuckles whitening as she stroked me—once, twice—feeling the pulse of my cock beneath her palm, the heat of it branding her skin. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and defiant, her lips parted as she panted, her huge tits heaving with every ragged breath.
Then—
I grabbed my cock and slapped her face with it—hard—the swollen head connecting with her cheek with a wet, obscene THWACK. The sound echoed through the room, the impact leaving a bright red handprint on her skin, her breath hitching in a gasping "Aaaaaaaah—FUCK—!"
Her face flushed deeper—not just from the slap, but from the humiliation, the heat of my cock searing her skin. "Nnngh—! It's—It's too fucking big—!" Her voice was raw, breathy, her fingers trembling where they clutched my cock. "I—I can't—I can't take this fucking monster in my mouth—!"
Emily spat—right in Jasmine's face, a thick, glistening glob of saliva dripping down her chin. "Here, you useless cunt." Her voice was cold, commanding, dripping with disdain. "Rub it in. Lube up that dry throat of yours."
Jasmine's eyes flared—angry, humiliated—"You fucking bitch—!"
But Emily didn't let her finish.
Her hand shot out, fisting in Jasmine's hair, yanking her forward—hard—shoving her mouth onto my cock—
GAG.
Jasmine choked—immediately—her throat seizing as the head of my cock breached her lips, pushing deeper, deeper—half of my length shoving into her mouth before she could react. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks, her nails digging into my thighs as her gag reflex fought against the invasion—but Emily held her there, forcing her to take it.
"Mmmmm—That's it, you pathetic slut." Emily moaned, her fingers tightening in Jasmine's hair, yanking her closer. "Choke on it. Show me how bad you want it."
I flexed—just once—and my cock swelled—just a little—
SNAP.
The condom burst—violently—the latex splitting with a sharp, wet POP, the sudden release of pressure sending a spurt of precome spilling into Jasmine's mouth.
She gagged—violently—pulling back with a choked cough, the tattered remnants of the condom dangling from her lips, strings of spit and precum connecting her mouth to my cock.
"F-Fuck—! Ugh—! It's—It's too much—!" She spat the condom out, her face twisted in disgust—but her eyes—fuck—her eyes were burning with something darker.
Emily reached into her pocket, pulling out another condom—handing it to Jasmine, but Jasmine tossed it aside, her eyes gleaming with something wild.
"I hit menopause years ago, you stupid cunt!" She panted, her chest heaving, her fingers wiping at her mouth. "I can take this fucking monster raw—just worry about yourself, bitch—!"
My cock throbbed—hard—at her words, the filthy, defiant way she said it. The idea of her—bare, raw, taking me without anything between us—made my head spin, precome dripping from the tip in thick, shiny streaks.
Emily's face twisted—anger flaring in her eyes—but then—
Her lips curled into a smirk.
"Ohhh—You want it raw, Jasmine?" Her voice was sweet, poisoned, dripping with mockery. "You think you can handle it?"
"Fine." She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down my chest, lower, lower—until they brushed against my cock, stroking it slowly. "But first—" Her voice dropped to a whisper, dark and promising. "—you're gonna earn it."
Before Jasmine could react—before she could even breathe—
Emily dropped to her knees—right beside Jasmine, her fingers already plunging into her own pussy, two deep, rough digits pumping in and out with wet, sloppy sounds.
"Mmmmm—Fuck—! You want to see what a real squirt looks like, Jasmine?" Emily moaned, her voice thick with lust, her other hand gripping Jasmine's chin, forcing her to watch. "Watch me fucking drown you in it."
Jasmine's eyes widened—"W-What—?!"—but Emily didn't stop.
Her fingers pounded into her pussy—harder, faster—her hips rocking, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Aaaaaah—! Fuck—! Right there—! I'm—I'm gonna—!"
And then—
SSSSHHHHHHH.
A torrent of hot, sticky juices exploded from Emily's pussy, hitting Jasmine full in the face—direct, unrelenting, soaking her hair, her eyes, her open mouth. The first spurt was the worst—violent, uncontrolled, splashing against her cheeks, dripping down her chin, pooling in the cleavage of her huge tits.
"Nnngh—! Fuck—! It's—It's everywhere—!" Jasmine gasped, choking, her hands flying up to shield her face—but it was too late. Emily's squirt kept coming—wave after wave, drenching her blouse, soaking her tits, running in rivers down her thighs.
"Mmmmm—That's right, slut." Emily panted, her fingers still buried in her pussy, her juices dripping from her wrist. "Taste it." She grabbed Jasmine's hair, yanking her forward, forcing her lips to part—"Lick it off your fucking lips."
Jasmine whimpered—but obeyed.
Her tongue darted out, collecting the drips of Emily's cum from her chin, her lips, her fingers trembling as she tasted it—salty, sweet, filthy. "Mmm—Fuck—" She moaned, her eyes fluttering—but not in disgust.
In need.
Emily wasn't done.
Not yet.
She stood—slowly—her pussy still dripping, her juices running down her thighs. She stepped over Jasmine, positioning herself above her—still on her knees, still panting, still covered in Emily's cum.
"You want it raw?" Emily's voice was ice, venom. "Then prove it." She spread her legs—just enough—and then—
SSSSSSSSS.
A hot, steady stream of piss erupted from between her legs, hitting Jasmine full in the face—direct, unrelenting, soaking her hair, her eyes, her open mouth. Jasmine gasped—choking—as the golden torrent poured over her, drenching her blouse, her tits, pooling on the floor beneath her knees.
"W-What the—FUCK—!" Jasmine sputtered, her hands flying up to shield her face—but it was too late. She was drenched, humiliated, her clothes clinging to her skin, her mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks.