My Milf System

The entire room reeked of the smell of cum accompanied by Asher's ragged breaths, Mr. Irvines's pitiful whimpers, and the shameless, trembling moans spilling from Janet, the King of Zephandria.

And this was only the beginning.

Even after splattering her mouth and tits with his load, Asher's cock was still rock hard, its veins bulging as if it was ready to tear the King apart. Janet, meanwhile, was drenched far wetter than she'd ever been in her life. Her pussy throbbed desperately, aching for the thick cock that had already ruined her composure.

Asher began kissing up her calves and gently moved her legs a little more wider to smell her wonderful pussy aroma coming through her cotton panties. He moved to her

thighs, and caressed her panties a bit longer.

"F-Fuck…" Janet bit her lip hard, her voice shaky. "Why… why does this feel so good?"

The closer his mouth got to her pussy, the louder her moans became, until finally Asher hooked his fingers under her panties and peeled them down. He was rewarded with a good view of her clean shaved pussy. He could tell by the looks of it that she hadn't had a decent fuck in ages because she looked very, very tight but also very, very wet. Guess that's why she was so horny in bed, waiting for her man Irvines to give her some good fuck!! Too bad, there was Asher now.

"Not bad…" Asher murmured, his voice low and mocking. "You've got a pretty little pussy, slut."

Janet growled at the word, glaring back at him. "I'm Janet. A fucking King. How dare you call me a sl—"

"Shut up, slut," he cut her off, grabbing her effortlessly and flipping her over. "On all fours. Now."

She obeyed like the good little whore she was, knees sinking into the mattress as her hands pressed forward for balance, her glistening cunt and puckered hole on full display.

From the floor, Mr. Irvines sobbed helplessly, staring up at his wife offering herself to another man. "Janet… You're really going to let this boy use you like that? You're a King! You're mine, and mine al—"

"Ugh, shut the fuck up, you pathetic little-dick man!" Janet snapped, her voice cutting like a whip. Her whole body burned with need for Asher's cock, nothing else mattered now.

Asher chuckled darkly. "Insulting your husband now, huh? You really are a filthy little slut."

"Tsk…" She shot him a heated glare over her shoulder. "Stop talking and fuck me already."

"Oh?" His grin widened. "Giving me orders now? What a naughty slut."

SMACK!

His palm cracked against her ass, the sound echoing through the room—loud enough that anyone passing by might've heard it.

Instead of yelping, Janet moaned shamelessly, her back arching in response. Asher wasn't surprised. He'd already read her sexual profile with his skill Milf Dictator and knew that she loved this sort of treatment.

His cock was still slick with her earlier spit and that raw, messy lube; his own cum. He dragged the spit-slimed, cum-slicked head along her asshole and dripping slit, smearing the filthy mix all over her holes. Janet let out a shaky moan, her head lifting just slightly as her whole body trembled like it was already begging to be fucked into oblivion. No surprise there—her SF level had already maxed out at 100. She was so horny for him.

"I was going to be nice and let you cum..." Asher teased, pressing the swollen tip of his cock against her tight, quivering little pucker hole. "…but you're already a mess for me. So here's what's going to happen—first, I'm going to fuck your ass raw. Then I'm going to fill your pussy until you're leaking my cum for days. I'll break you… tame you… and make you my perfect little slut."

He started pushing, letting the filthy spit mixture lubricate the way in. Her asshole was tight, and she cried out, but pushed back onto him, greedy to welcome his dick inside her. His shaft went through the last gate with almost an audible 'pop', and she screamed as her ass slammed into his hips. She didn't move for a few seconds, her body shaking. Asher could feel her bowels flexing around him.

"God damn… you're tight," he groaned, gripping her hips possessively. "You really haven't had a real man in you, have you?"

Janet's reply was nothing more than a broken moan, her face pressed into the sheets, drool trailing from the corner of her mouth as her ass swallowed his cock deeper.

She started moving the little bit that she could, starting to fuck him. Asher began working in and out of her pucker mercilessly. She cried out with every thrust forward, her tits rocking back and smacking against each other.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Ahhh!! F-fuck—ahhh! H-harder—!!" Janet's voice was unrecognizable now, no longer regal—just a filthy, desperate whine.

Below them, Mr. Irvines let out another pitiful sob, watching helplessly as his wife, his King, melted for another man right in front of him.

"You hear that?" Asher growled, gripping Janet's hair and yanking her head back so she was forced to look at her pathetic husband. "She loves it. Loves getting ruined by me while you sit there useless."

Her eyes rolled back, tears pricking the corners, not from pain but from sheer overwhelming pleasure as he pounded her ass mercilessly.

Her cunt dripped down her thighs, slickening the sheets beneath her as her whole body convulsed with need.

Asher could feel the familiar tingling start to build in his balls, so he pulled out of her ass. She gasped. "Please…" she panted, voice hoarse. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need you inside—"

"Oh, you'll get it," Asher muttered, lining himself up with her glistening pussy.

The moment he thrust in, her entire body jolted.

"FUCKKKK!!"

Her tight, drenched walls clenched around him, sucking him in like she'd been made for his cock alone.

Her cunt was tight, wet, warm, and pulsing around his cock as he pistoned into her. He was bestial in his rutting, ramming into her, claiming the bitch as his own. He gripped her waist hard enough to bruise and fucked her with savage, relentless strokes, the room echoing with wet, obscene noises as his hips crashed into her over and over.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Her moans turned shameless, louder with every thrust; high-pitched cries mixing with guttural groans, completely lost to pleasure.

"You're mine now, Janet," he hissed in her ear, slamming into her so hard the bed creaked. "Say it. Tell me you're my slut."

"I—ahhh—fuck— I'm your slut!!" she screamed, tears streaking her flushed face. "I'm your filthy little slut, Asher!!"

Her words only spurred him on. His thrusts became brutal, deep, every stroke hitting that perfect spot inside her until she was shaking violently.

"No matter what else happens, slut, you are my breeder bitch, and I will do my damnedest to make sure your little slut belly swells. You are going to have something to remember me. You would carry my kid in you, you hear me?."

He could feel her body respond to his promise, relaxing against him just before another orgasm crashed over her. My body shot forward and Asher came, surprising both of them as it happened almost instantly. His body shook as he pumped her full of his fertile seed. He could feel their combined juices leaking out from the ring of her pussy on his shaft. Janet's eyes rolled back completely, her body trembling as she felt every pulse of his cock inside her.

When he finally pulled out, cum gushed from her swollen pussy, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the sheets.

Janet collapsed face-first into the mattress, panting and trembling, her once-proud demeanor utterly shattered.

Asher grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, a dark grin curling his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured. "You're mine now. And you're never going back to that pathetic excuse of a man, or ever let any other man other than me touch you!."

Mr. Irvines sat on the floor, tears streaking his face as the reality of it sank in. The fact that he was powerless to do anything in this situation ate all of his ego, and reduced him to nothing but a pathetic loser.

Janet didn't even look at him.

She was too busy catching her breath… already craving Asher all over again.

TBC