Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties-Chapter 959: Samantha’s Clean Up

Samantha knelt between my legs, her small, eager tongue working diligently along the length of my cock—lapping up every last trace of cum, sweat, and Gabriela’s juices with slow, reverent strokes.

Her lips sealed around the head for a moment, sucking gently to draw out the final beads of semen that still leaked from the slit, cheeks hollowing as she swallowed with a soft, wet gulp. When she finally pulled off, a thin string of saliva and cum connected her lower lip to the glistening tip before snapping.

She turned her attention to Gabriela—still sprawled across my lap, thighs spread wide, pussy red and swollen from the pounding, thick white rivulets of my load slowly oozing out of her stretched entrance and down her ass crack.

Samantha leaned in without hesitation—tongue flattening against the messy folds—lapping up the creamy overflow in long, hungry drags.

She sealed her lips around Gabriela’s clit for a second, sucking gently, then plunged deeper—tongue dipping inside the cum-filled channel, scooping out globs of semen and swallowing them down with shy, muffled moans.

"Mmm... Master’s cum... so thick... still warm inside Madam... so much... leaking everywhere..." Samantha murmured between licks, voice trembling with shy awe. "I can taste you both... Madam’s sweet juices mixed with his seed... it’s... it’s intoxicating... I’m cleaning it all... every drop... so Madam stays full of him..."

Gabriela whimpered softly—hips twitching upward into Samantha’s mouth—her massive tits still heaving, nipples red and swollen from Julie’s earlier abuse.

"Samantha... oh god... your tongue... inside me... sucking his cum out... nnh... it feels so dirty... so good... don’t miss any... drink it all... make my pussy clean again... aaah... swirl around my hole... yes... like that... good girl..."

When Samantha finally pulled back—lips shiny, chin dripping with a mix of cum and Gabriela’s arousal—she looked up at me with wide, panicked eyes.

"Sir... your wound..." Her voice cracked—suddenly remembering I was supposed to be injured. "They’re not hurting, right...? Do you want me to call the doctor...? I—I shouldn’t have... I mean... you’re still recovering..."

I chuckled low—reaching down to cup her cheek, thumb brushing away a stray drop of cum from her lower lip.

"Just call me Jack," I said softly, voice warm but firm. "And you’re my woman now."

Samantha’s eyes widened—shock, joy, disbelief flashing across her face in rapid succession. She looked over at Gabriela—still panting, legs spread, pussy glistening clean but flushed and puffy—searching for any sign of jealousy or anger.

Gabriela caught the look and laughed breathlessly, reaching down to stroke Samantha’s hair like she was petting a kitten.

"What? You’re not happy?" Gabriela teased, voice husky and playful. "You think I’d let my Jack claim someone without me enjoying it too? Silly girl... you’re part of the family now. Welcome to the harem."

Samantha’s breath hitched. Tears welled up instantly—happy ones this time.

"No... no... I’m just... I’m so happy..." she whispered, voice trembling. "I realized... I can’t live without you anymore, Jack. I always think about you... every day... every night... dreaming of this... of being yours... of tasting you... of serving you... oh god... I’m yours... I’m really yours..."

I pulled her up—strong arms wrapping around her small frame—and tugged Gabriela in too, crushing both women against my chest in a tight, possessive embrace.

Gabriela’s massive tits squashed against my ribs, Samantha’s softer curves molding to my side. I buried my face in Gabriela’s hair for a moment, inhaling her familiar jasmine scent, then turned to Samantha—kissing her forehead, then her tear-streaked cheeks.

"You both need to know the truth," I said quietly, voice dropping to a serious timbre. "I’m not just some guy who got hurt. I have... abilities. Superpowers, if you want to call them that. Strength, speed, healing, telepathy... I can see through walls. I’m not human—not completely."

Gabriela nodded slowly—she already knew most of it after chatting with Julie—but hearing it again still made her cling tighter.

I reached into the system storage and pulled out two sleek, matte-black watches—simple design, but the screens flickered to life at my touch.

"These are for you," I said, fastening one around Gabriela’s wrist, then Samantha’s. "SERA’s program is inside. She’s my personal AI—voice-activated, encrypted, connected directly to me. She can locate you anywhere, alert me if you’re in danger, call for help, or even defend you if needed. And these..."

I tapped the side of each watch, revealing a hidden compartment. "...have a single-use tracker and panic beacon. Press here—hard—and I’ll know exactly where you are. No matter what."

Samantha stared at the watch like it was magic—fingers tracing the cool metal.

"Master... Jack... this is... this is too much... you’re giving us... protection? Like bodyguards? Like... I’m important to you...?"

I cupped her face—thumb brushing her lower lip. I also assigned Shadow guards to them, which merged into their shadows.

"You’re mine. Both of you. That makes you important. That makes you targets. And I protect what’s mine."

Gabriela leaned in—kissing Samantha’s temple softly, then mine.

"We’re safe with you," she murmured. "Always were. Now we just have proof."

Samantha’s eyes filled again—happy tears this time. She threw her arms around my neck, pressing her small body against mine.

"I love you... Jack... I love you so much... thank you... for claiming me... for keeping me safe... I’ll serve you forever... anything you want... my mouth... my pussy... my ass... everything... it’s yours..."

Gabriela laughed softly—nuzzling my neck.

"She’s adorable when she’s overwhelmed. Look at her trembling... already wet again just from the watch."

I looked at Samantha—still kneeling between my legs, lips shiny from cleaning me, cheeks flushed from everything she’d just done—and asked casually, almost playfully:

"I heard you have a boyfriend?"

Samantha’s entire body went rigid. Her eyes widened in instant panic, pupils blowing out like she’d been caught stealing. Her hands flew up to clutch my thighs, fingers digging in as if I might push her away right then.

"I... I did have a boyfriend..." she stammered, voice cracking, tears already welling up. "But after meeting you... after tasting you... after everything... I broke up with him yesterday. I swear, Jack—husband—I told him it was over. I don’t want him anymore. I only want you. But he... he keeps calling... keeps texting... keeps showing up at my apartment... pestering me... saying I can’t just throw him away like that..."

Her voice broke completely on the last word. She looked up at me with huge, terrified eyes—like a puppy expecting to be kicked.

"Please don’t abandon me," she begged, tears spilling over now, voice tiny and shaking. "I know it looks bad... I know I should have ended it sooner... but I was scared... and then you... You claimed me... and now I can’t go back. I don’t want to go back. Please... trust me... I have nothing to do with him anymore... I’m yours... only yours... don’t hate me... don’t throw me away..."

She was trembling so hard her knees knocked together on the tile.

I reached down slowly—cupped her wet cheek with my palm—and gently stroked my thumb across the tears.

"I know," I said softly, voice calm and steady. "I’m not blaming you. Don’t worry. I’m not angry. And I’m definitely not abandoning you."