My Milf System

The musky scent of Loona's arousal filled the air; she was clearly nearing her limit.

Asher watched her SF level climb, steadily hitting 89%. For a married woman, her sexual frustration was off the charts.

Teasing her and keeping her on the edge was proving lucrative as pleasure points continued to accumulate with every passing second.

Deciding to turn up the heat, Asher spread her thighs wide, revealing her smooth, damp, and throbbing love hole. It was a sight so captivating he couldn't resist; he leaned in, his tongue lashing out to taste her.

Loona's fingers dug into the edges of the table. "W-what are you—" she moaned, her breath hitching as Asher's tongue flicked against her sensitive labia, quickly becoming coated in her essence.

"S-s-stop... please... st-o-op," she stammered. Even as the words left her lips, she knew she didn't mean them. How could a mere tongue drive her this close to the brink?

Using only a few of the pleasure points he had just farmed from her, Asher decided to give her a feel of what it means being pleasured by someone like him. He activated his skill: Heavenly Pulse.

[Heavenly Pulse Activated]

[Victim's Sensitivity has risen by 500%]

The effect was instantaneous. Loona vibrated against the table, her eyes rolling back into her head until only the whites showed. She had never imagined being this stirred up by a tongue, but her dignity was gone, replaced by raw, guttural moans that filled the entire room.

There was something intoxicating about being eaten out—the feeling of being the sole object of a man's hunger. But the fact that a stranger was doing this while her husband was mere minutes away from the front door made it taboo and sickening. It was wrong. She knew she shouldn't be doing it, but she didn't want him to stop.

"Ah... fuck it, do it harder!! Please.... suck me harder!!" she wailed, her hips bucking.

Asher kept the tease alive, slurping at her softly while she gyrated her hips to meet him. She was begging for it now, her pleas for an orgasm turning tearful.

Finally, he obliged.

His pace shifted from a gentle tease to deep slurps and nubs as his hot tongue invaded deep into her love hole as her pussy lips parted to welcome the invasion.

Her voice climbed to a jagged peak and then shattered as he shoved her over the edge. She shuddered violently, her climax rolling through her in a haze of marigold euphoria.

The sheer force of it sucked the air out of her lungs. The world stopped—then restarted as the orgasm hit her like a freight train again.

She screamed as her pussy exploded, juices spraying into his mouth, running between her arse, and pooling on the table.

It must've been the longest orgasm of her life, or maybe it were many orgasms that crashed over her at once, she couldn't tell.

When the world finally stopped spinning, Loona lay there like a ragdoll. She felt... incredible. A dazed, joyous smile spread across her face. Never in her adult life had she felt so loose. Every fiber of her body was relaxed, her stress and back pains erased. Her shoulders were unwound, her stiffness gone, and her pussy hummed in pure satisfaction.

When she finally gathered the strength to sit up, she saw Asher standing there, waiting patiently for her to drift down from cloud nine. He hadn't bothered to wipe his face clean. It was still glossy from either the lube and his potion, the nectar of her climax, or his spit when he licked her. Even his security uniform was spritzed here and there.

Suddenly, the reality of the situation crashed back down. Her eyes widened. "Oh, my God... what did you do?"

Asher just raised a brow.

"I told you to stop!! We shouldn't have... Josh is going to kill me! You need to get out of here!"

Wow... but you enjoyed yourself, didn't you, lady? Asher thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

The audacity of her acting like this was his fault—after she'd shown up for a massage without panties—was almost impressive.

She scrambled off the table, her divine milk jugs jiggling wildly as she grabbed the towel. She started frantically wiping the torrent of juices she'd splattered across the table.

As she moved, her eyes briefly flicked to the prominent bulge in Asher's trousers. She knew he was rock hard, and after that, it would be no surprise if he also demanded a favor from her, but there was no time.

"Please... my husband is about to come home!" she begged.

Asher nodded calmly, pocketing his vial and his master keys. "See you around then."

The moment he stepped outside, he came face-to-face with Josh. The husband's face contorted into a frown. "CV-less brat!! What were you doing in my house??"

Asher didn't blink. "I was fixing a broken bulb, sir."

Josh looked at him with pure disdain before huffing. "Tsk... whatever. Get the hell out of here."

Inside, Loona listened to them through the door. She finished cleaning the table and rushed to the bathroom to scrub the evidence of her relentless orgasm off her skin.

"Honey, I'm home!!" Josh's voice echoed through the house.

"I haven't cooked yet, love! I was going to buy bread after my bath!" she called back, her voice remarkably steady.

"Ah... no worries. I'm not that hungry. What was that bus boy doing here??"

"Oh... he said he was fixing a broken bulb," she lied smoothly, thanking God she'd overheard their conversation.

"Oh... okay," Josh grumbled. He stepped into the room, catching a strange, heavy scent in the air, but it was quickly masked by the floral tang of lavender. He decided to ignore it and stripped down, joining his wife in the bathroom.

"I left you unsatisfied this morning, didn't I??" He grinned, stepping into the shower naked.

Within minutes, the wet smacking sounds of sex filled the bathroom. But even as her husband pumped into her, Loona's mind was miles away. She was thinking about Asher. She was thinking about the way he made her scream. The way her body felt hyper sensitive in his grasp.

****

'Well, look at you two. Fucking in the bathroom. How sweet.' Asher's voice echoed in the dark surveillance room as he watched the grainy feed of Loona and Josh on the monitors.

He let out a low chuckle."Thanks to you, Loona, I now have some Pleasure Points to work with... time to tame one arrogant little bitch."

His gaze shifted to another screen: It showed Secretary Kim, focused on her yoga exercises, looking plump and attractive as ever in small yoga pants.

Then, his eyes drifted to his former wife's room. It was empty.

"Why does she always come home later than the others? Where the hell does she go after work?"

He leaned back against his chair, the mystery of it all starting to make him really curious.

To be continued.....