Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 207: Not Letting Her Pee

I looked at Olivia, a cruel and lustful smirk playing on my lips. "Let's go see your husband, slut. Let's give him a show he'll never forget," I said, my voice dripping with sadistic amusement and dominance.

Olivia looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, desperation, and a touch of fear. "Jack...forget about him. Please, just fuck me. I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to stretch me, use me, own me," she begged, her hands spreading her pussy lips wide, inviting me to see her glistening, eager hole.

I walked over to her, my cock already hard and throbbing, ready to take what was mine. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her pussy, the sudden slap making her squirt. "Aaah, aaah, aaaah! Fuck, Jack!" she cried out, her body convulsing with the intense sensation.

I grabbed her pussy, my fingers clenching her lips tightly, possessively. "Don't worry, my little slut. I have a plan. Imagine this: your pussy being filled, stretched, and fucked raw in front of your injured husband. Think about the look on his face as he watches me claim what he could never satisfy. He'll die all over again, this time from the anger and humiliation of seeing you like this," I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty.

Olivia's eyes widened with a mix of shock, excitement, and sheer horniness. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation and desperation. "Oh fuck, Jack...that's so fucked up. I can't wait. Please, let's do it," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she eagerly complied with my twisted plan.

She tried to stand up and walk into the bathroom to wash herself, her body stained with cum from our previous fuck sessions. I followed her in, turning on the shower. We both stepped under the hot spray, the water cascading over our bodies, washing away the remnants of our filthy deeds.

Olivia sat down on the toilet seat, trying to take a pee. I quickly put my hand on her pussy, pressing it tighter, preventing her from relieving herself. "You are not allowed to pee, slut. You can only pee when my cock is inside your pussy, stretching it, fucking it raw. Only then will I grant you that sweet release," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.

"Jack, please, I can't hold it....let me pee," she begged, her voice desperate and pleading. I grabbed her, pulling her up from the toilet seat, and hugged her tightly, not letting her go. I continued to shower with her, not allowing her to pee no matter how much she begged and pleaded.

I looked down at her face, seeing the struggle and desperation in her eyes as she tried to hold her pee. I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her, the control I exerted over her most basic needs. I turned off the shower and pulled her out of the bathroom, water dripping from our bodies, her need to pee growing more urgent by the second.