My Milf System

Chapter 398 - 398: 398. This sadistic bitch!

"And you're just as amazing as I remember. You're still this hard, huh?" Loona purred, looking down at Asher."Can't help it," the lad responded, his voice strained. "I've been abstaining the entire week just to save it all for you."

Loona smiled down at him, her eyes dark with hunger. "Me too. I've been refusing Josh, and honestly, the past few days he didn't even seem to mind. He obviously has a couple of side-bitches he fucks whenever he wants." She grinned, her tone deepening with raw lust. "So I've been absolutely starving!"

It was painfully clear that both of them were sex-starved. But I wasn't any different. I loved listening in on them, and when I didn't do so the entire week, I'd nearly gone crazy.

Now, Loona's beautiful ass was hovering just inches from Asher-kun's thick cock-head. Her soft hands gripped the shaft, ready to guide it straight into her most intimate depth. The sight sent such a violent jolt of excitement through me that my knees buckled, stumbling right against the door.

The sharp thud cut through the silence. The lovers froze.

Luckily, I had been holding the door handle, my fingers preventing it from clicking into the frame. But the sudden movement had pulled me back into the hallway. I was outside, the view cut off.

"Is someone there?" Asher-kun's voice rang out, sharp and alert.

I held my breath so hard my lungs burned.

"Did you hear something, master?" Loona asked, sounding utterly clueless.

Asher remained silent for a tense beat before letting out a breath. "Oh, no. It's nothing. I'm just hearing things."

"Hmmm... should we double-check? Maybe someone's out in the hall?"

My heart hammered violently against my ribs.

'Had I been busted?'

Slowly, without making a sound, I slipped my fingers out of the doorframe. I scooped up my dildo from the floor, my phone gripped tightly in the other hand, ready to bolt the second I heard footsteps approaching.

"No," Asher-kun said, his voice dropping back into a lazy, unbothered drawl. "Let's just pick up where we left off."

My brows shot up. What was this security guard thinking? He had clearly heard something. Why wasn't he being extra cautious while sleeping with another man's wife? Was he just an idiot, or was he up to something?

A wave of unease washed over me. Did he know it was me? Even though I'd only spoken to him once, I knew he wasn't just some clueless grunt. He was calculated, the type to do whatever it took for his own benefit.

However, my dark obsession with NTR quickly overwhelmed my logic.

Driven by pure lust, I stepped back up and parted the door just a fraction of an inch once more.

I was immediately blessed by a sight so incredible it deserved to be worshipped.

Loona was slowly lowering her dripping wet pussy onto Asher's rigid dick. A sweet, musky scent of her arousal filtered through the crack in the door, filling the hallway. The delicate, moist, raw pinkness of her inner lips unfolded, eager to welcome the intrusion. Her half-inch clit poked out from the folds at the top, swollen and glistening. Everything was perfect.

'This is true art,' I thought, transfixed. And the artist was about to paint her masterpiece.

I needed this on camera. I tapped the record button on my phone, filming another video as Asher's cock probed her entrance. Using one hand, Loona pulled back his foreskin and gently pressed the head against her slick slit. She gasped, her chest heaving.

Slowly, the big helmet of his dick began to disappear inside her. Asher lost his patience immediately, buckling his hips upward to meet her mid-thrust, but she groaned in protest, telling him to take it easy.

Sadistic bitch!

She finally took in the entire head and about two inches of the shaft, stalling there. She began gently rocking back and forth, savoring the friction, sliding down millimeter by millimeter. But with two-thirds of his cock buried inside her, the boy lost all patience. Asher gave a sudden, violent upward thrust, bottoming out completely inside her.

Loona let out a high-pitched scream, not of pain, but of pure pleasure. The spongy head of his dick had slammed straight against her cervix. Her face contorted into an expression of sheer ecstasy.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, his breath ragged. "You're just way too hot, and I'm way too horny to take it slow."

"You're also way too big... let me adjust a bit," she gasped, remaining completely impaled on him. Her pussy gripped his shaft like a vice. The security boy let out a satisfied grunt, letting his long-neglected cock soak in the tight, moist warmth of a married woman's body.

Watching them, my own arousal flared up instantly, even though I had just reached an amazing orgasm not long ago.

Loona slowly relaxed on top of him, relishing the sensation of being filled to the absolute brim by his monster of a dick. From my angle, it was getting harder to see the exact point of friction, and I couldn't risk opening the door any wider.

Thinking fast, I pinched the screen of my phone, zooming in on the recording. The high-definition camera captured every glistening detail with crystal clarity.

Loona locked eyes with Asher, the shared desire burning between them. Still sitting fully on his cock, she leaned forward, draping her heavy breasts right over the boy's lips. Asher raised his head, his tongue flicking out to brush her left tit, making her jump with excitement. As she pressed closer, his tongue circled her flushed areola before latching onto her hard nipple. He flicked it aggressively, grazing his teeth across the sensitive peak. Loona groaned, burying her hands in his hair to pull him tighter against her.

His large hands clamped onto the sides of her slightly chubby hips, holding her steady as his mouth continued its assault on her breasts.

Suddenly, Loona began to move.

She hoisted her ass up, sliding up the shaft until only the helmet of Asher's rod remained inside her, and then slammed back down until he hit the back wall of her womb.

She repeated the motion, faster and harder, until they locked into a rhythmic pound.

My thighs began to tremble in my crouching position. The cool air of the hallway brushed against my damp pussy, making me even hornier. After all, l had no panties on, just the skirts. I realized then that NTR wasn't my only fetish—I was a voyeur to my very core.

Loona's entire frame shook with every frenzied up-and-down thrust. Her legs were spread wide, hands balancing on Asher's chest as she bounced like a woman possessed. Her blonde hair flew wild around her face, her mouth open, tears of pleasure welling in her eyes.

It didn't take long. With a primordial scream, her pussy walls clamped down around the boy's cock in a violent, vice-like grip. Her body went rigid, convulsing violently on top of him as a powerful orgasm tore through her.

She stayed clamped around his dick until the waves of her climax began to subside. But then the boy took control.

Asher gripped her hips tightly and began hammering into her from below, fiercely chasing his own release. The squelching, wet noises of their frantic pounding echoed out into the hallway through the cracked door. He drove deep, the pressure building in his balls, ready to pump his fertile seed into her.

Their eyes met, locked in mutual depravity, as Asher let out a low, guttural growl. His hips convulsed as he unleashed a heavy, pulsating spurt of cum, coating and invading Josh's wife's already saturated pussy. The hot intrusion triggered another toe-curling climax from Loona.

They came together at the absolute height of ecstasy. A victory of mutual, dirty satisfaction.

It was done. Loona had splattered her marriage with another man's semen, getting creampied right in front of my eyes. A hot pang of jealousy flared within me, but it was instantly drowned out by overwhelming lust. I was too horny. I needed a release. I needed a good, hard fuck of my own.

My body began to shiver from the sheer heat of it. Inside the room, the lovers' spasms quieted down. Loona collapsed onto the security guard's chest, pinning him to the bed. As she shifted, his cock popped out of her cunt with a wet snap, a creamy mixture of their shared fluids drizzling out of her stretched opening. She cradled his head, and they began to kiss deeply.

I could practically feel the heat radiating from them, the heavy scent of sex, sweat, and stale perfume wafting through the door.

After a long, sloppy kiss, Loona climbed down from the massage table. It was amazing how much work they had managed to get done on such a narrow table. Her hair framed her flushed face. She stretched her arms over her head, the indents of her armpits glistening with beads of sweat.

Smiling up at her lover, she slipped onto her knees a few steps away from him. She beckoned him forward with a dainty finger. The boy stood up and walked over. Loona licked her lips, her eyes instantly locking onto his wet, cum-coated, half hard cock.

Despite her innocent looks, the married woman was insatiable. She reached up, wrapping her small fingers around the base of Asher's shaft, her knuckles scraping against his sagging, hairy scrotum. Her other hand pressed firmly against his thigh.

She looked up at him, her mouth parting as she leaned in. Her nostrils flared, inhaling the pungent, raw odor of his crotch. Asher smiled down at her, playfully slapping her cheek.

"You bad little girl," he smirked. "Have you ever done this much for your husband?"

She shook her head vigorously, her fingers tightening around his dick. Her other hand left his thigh, sliding down between her own thick, open thighs, her fingers sliding over her well-used, dripping pussy.

I watched as Asher slapped her cheek again, a little harder this time.

She let out a soft, pleading moan. "No... I've never. I'll never do this for him," she whimpered, digging her fingers into her own clit.

Outside, I let out a sharp, quiet scoff. 'This little bitch.'

I envied her so much it hurt. Her breathing grew labored as she masturbated, cleaning Asher's cock with her mouth like the perfect, cheating wife she was.

Unable to take the pressure rolling through my own body anymore, I stood up on shaking legs. Gripping my phone and my dildo, I marched down the hall toward my own room, desperate to lock the door and freely lose myself while rewatching the video of their encounter.

To be continued...