Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Her eyes met mine, and in that moment of connection, I could see the way her thoughts raced. The way her fingers clenched into fists at her sides spoke volumes about her internal conflict - the professional woman warring with the aroused one.

Leaning in, I used Absolute Hypnosis, my lips brushing against her ear "Ava," I whispered, my voice low and intimate. "Listen carefully. From now on, I am your master. Your body, your soul, your very existence is just to serve and please me. And from now on, you will follow all my orders."

I stepped back slightly, letting her absorb my command. The way her eyes glazed over slightly, her body swaying as if in a trance, made my blood heat. "Master," she whispered, her voice thick with submission.

I looked at her, my gaze raking over her body with appreciation. "You will live in this villa," I said, my voice carrying a dark promise. "And you will no longer work in the porn industry. From now on, you will be my personal slut."

Ava's eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching in her throat. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice thick with submission. The way her body swayed slightly, her nipples hardening beneath her dress, made my cock throb painfully in my pants.

I reached out, my fingers tracing down her arm before gripping her wrist. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice low and intimate. The way her breath caught in her throat at my touch made my lips curve into a dark smile.

As I stepped back from Ava, my eyes raked over her body with predatory appreciation. Her dress was a scandalous scrap of black lace that barely contained her voluptuous curves. The deep V-neck plunged between her massive tits, the fabric so thin I could see the dark circles of her areolas and the stiff peaks of her nipples pressing against the material.

"Look at you, Ava," I growled, my voice thick with desire. "That dress barely contains those perfect tits of yours. I can see your hard little nipples begging for attention." My fingers traced along the edge of her dress, brushing against her exposed skin. "Tell me, do you like knowing I can see how turned on you are?"

Ava's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing darker. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want you to see how much I need you."

I chuckled darkly. "Good girl. But we both know you need more than just my eyes on you, don't we?" My hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric, squeezing gently. "You need my hands on you. My mouth. My cock."

Ava moaned softly, her body arching into my touch. "Please, Master," she begged, her voice thick with desire. "I need all of you."

With a final squeeze of her breast, I stepped back, leaving her panting and flushed.

As I walked away from Ava, the scent of her arousal lingered in the air, making my nostrils flare with appreciation. I could feel the way her eyes followed me, her body swaying slightly as if in a trance.

I scanned the crowd, my eyes locking onto Angela and Jenna sitting together on a plush couch in a secluded corner. Their dresses clung to their curves, the fabric so thin I could see the outlines of their nipples through it. The way their thighs pressed together, the way their fingers traced along their own bodies, made my mouth water.

Angela's dress was a deep red, the color contrasting beautifully with her dark skin. The fabric strained against her massive tits, the deep V-neck revealing the dark circles of her areolas and the stiff peaks of her nipples pressing against the material.

Her thighs were completely exposed, the high cut of the dress revealing the tempting curve of her hips and the shadow of her pussy beneath. The way the fabric clung to her ass, the cheeks barely contained by the thin material, made my cock twitch painfully in my pants.

Jenna's dress was a pale blue, the color complementing her fair skin. The fabric clung to her curves, the thin material revealing the dark circles of her areolas and the stiff peaks of her nipples pressing against the fabric.

Her thighs were completely exposed, the high cut of the dress revealing the tempting curve of her hips and the shadow of her pussy beneath. The way the fabric clung to her ass, the cheeks barely contained by the thin material, made my mouth water.

As I approached Angela and Jenna, my cock was already painfully hard, throbbing against the confines of my pants. The sight of them sitting together, their bodies practically begging to be fucked, made my blood boil with need. Their dresses clung to their curves in ways that should have been illegal, the thin fabric doing little to hide their hard nipples and the shadows of their pussies beneath.

"Good evening, ladies," I growled, my voice thick with desire as I stopped before them. The way their eyes widened slightly, their breath hitching at the sound of my voice, made my cock twitch violently.

I didn't waste any time with pleasantries. Leaning in, I used Absolute Hypnosis on both of them, my voice low and intimate. "From now on, I am your master," I whispered, my lips brushing against their ears. "Your bodies, your souls, your very existence is just to serve and please me. And from now on, you will follow all my orders."

I stepped back slightly, letting my command settle into their minds. The way their eyes glazed over slightly, their bodies swaying as if in a trance, made my blood heat. "Master," they whispered in unison, their voices thick with submission.

I looked at them, my gaze raking over their bodies with appreciation. "You will live in this villa," I said, my voice carrying a dark promise. "And you will no longer work in the porn industry. From now on, you will be my personal sluts."

Their eyes widened slightly, their breath hitching in their throats. The way their bodies swayed slightly, their nipples hardening beneath their dresses, made my cock throb painfully in my pants. "Yes, Master," they whispered, their voices thick with submission.

Angela's dress was a deep red, the color contrasting beautifully with her dark skin. The fabric strained against her massive tits, the deep V-neck revealing the dark circles of her areolas. "Angela," I purred, my eyes raking over her body. "That dress makes me want to rip it off you with my teeth. Would you like that?"

Angela's breath came faster, her fingers clenching at her sides. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I want you to take what you want from me."

I stepped closer, my body pressing against hers. "And what about you, Jenna?" I asked, my voice low and intimate. "Do you want me to take what I want from you, too?"

Jenna's eyes met mine, her breath hitching slightly. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice thick with submission. "I want you to use me however you please."

I reached out, my fingers tracing down their arms before gripping their wrists possessively. "Good girls," I murmured, my voice low and intimate.