Chapter 130 - 129: I’m not a slut…
Thick, hot love juices sprayed across his thighs as he did his job, thrusting relentlessly without stopping for even a second.
Shy at first, but an absolute sucker in the end... yes, slowly forget your husband and become my personal cumdump, Owen thought, completely unbothered that she had squirted before he could even finish what he wanted to say.
"Nghn... savior... ahnn, I’m so sorry... this is my first time... ahnn!" Her legs shook violently, losing all strength in her mature body after squirting for the very first time in her life.
"I will forgive you, my devotee. It’s your first time experiencing true pleasure, so I will go easy on you," Owen replied smoothly. He was more than happy to serve her whatever she desired, and it didn’t matter in the slightest if she squirted before or after his speech, because he fully intended to turn her into a helpless, squirting MILF until the very end.
"Nghn... thank... ahnn... thank you, savior..."
"Now, now, enough with that. Let us move on to the second part of our session. I will be opening a very special offer for those who are willing to receive my divine baptism once a week."
At those words, the ears of every single MILF waiting in the room perked up, hearing what sounded like the absolute greatest news of their lives.
"Does that mean we can enjoy the savior’s baptism from time to time...?" one MILF blurted out, unable to contain her excitement.
"Ahnn... how is that even possible? It must mean the goddess herself is sending the ultimate blessings down to us through him..." another murmured in awe.
"Then... it means those of us who are in dire need of a great baptism will finally be saved..."
The standing MILFs instantly began gossiping among themselves, their conversation taking the wildest, most shameless turn imaginable.
"Silence! Let me finish what I wanted to say," the savior’s deep, authoritative voice reverberated through the warm room, instantly forcing all the women to go quiet.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Nghn... ahnn... ahhn... please tell us, savior..." The woman beneath him was rapidly growing addicted to the monstrous cock buried inside her; the non-stop minutes of hard thrusting had thoroughly turned her brain into an overcooked, scrambled egg.
"You are learning quickly. So yes, what you all just heard was entirely correct. I, the great savior, will be personally helping all the MILFs who are willing to take a taste of the divine on a regular basis." He paused for a moment, the only sound filling the silent room being the rhythmic slap of his heavy testicles hitting her soft ass as his thick shaft buried itself deep inside her.
"But as you well know, I am not so easy to acquire. So in order for all the MILFs who need a proper baptism to receive my grace, a personalized home service is the only method accepted for the time being."
This was one of his greatest, most devious master plans. Instead of having to track down each MILF individually, setting up a single blanket policy for everyone was by far the best approach.
"Savior, I don’t mean to butt in," a curious MILF called out nervously, "but what exactly does ’home service’ mean in this context?" She was familiar with the general concept of home service, of course, but what kind of service he intended to perform in their private residences was the real question.
"Oh, it’s quite simple, really," Owen chuckled darkly. "I will personally visit the home of the woman who needs my help, and the divine baptism will be held right there in her own household... and it will be so much better if your husband is right there watching the entire process."
Gasp!
Nearly every MILF in the room held her breath, the collective gasp echoing sharply off the wooden walls. The women whose husbands were currently home felt their hearts leap straight into their throats.
"Umm... s-savior? Are you saying that you want us to be put on full display while our... umm, spouses are actively watching?"
"Heh, yes, you heard that correctly. I’m not here to force any of you to take this special home baptism, but if a woman truly wants to be saved... I will gladly deliver." Owen was already fully prepared for the chaotic cuckolding to unfold, though he knew there would always need to be a delicate balance to ensure his shaft remained intact after every session.
"Then what about those of us, savior, who aren’t currently living with our spouses... or those of us who are already widowed?" a pink-haired MILF inquired eagerly.
"That’s not a problem at all. The private holes and the mystery box will remain open for everyone... but the women who willingly accept the home service will always get top priority."
Pah! Pah! Pah!
"And that concludes my formal proposal for the home baptism! Now, it’s time for me to finally cum inside!" Owen’s thick cock was right on the edge of exploding.
He hadn’t forgotten to keep up a punishing, relentless rhythm while casually delivering his grand wisdom to the room.
"Nghhn... ahnn... we understand now... ahnn..."
"Heh, that’s a good girl. Now it’s time for me to fill your empty womb to the brim!" Owen didn’t hesitate for another second, driving himself all the way in as he pumped every single drop of his accumulated seed deep into her body.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Her pussy was completely filled to bursting, and Owen could feel her hungry womb greedily drinking up his hot cum like a parched plant finally receiving a long-awaited rainstorm.
"You said all those high-and-mighty things about how you didn’t want to betray your husband, yet here you are acting like a complete, shameless slut, my devotee. Were you just joking around earlier to stimulate your own body, or are you truly just a filthy slut at heart?" Owen slowly pulled his slick shaft out, causing a massive wave of white semen to overflow from her stretched hole, dripping heavily down onto the floor.
"Ahh, what an absolute waste. Your spoiled pussy is far too loose to hold it all in," Owen muttered, reaching down to grab a tight fistful of her hair. "Clean up the mess you made on my floor. You need to compensate me for acting like such a slut."
"Nghn... ahh... I’m not a slut... ahnn, I’m really not, savior..." she whimpered, though she couldn’t bring herself to believe her own weak words anymore. The truth was undeniable: she loved every second of it—the cock, the massive size, the incredible girth, and the overwhelming length that had just claimed her.
"I certainly hope so. Now, it’s time for the second winner to step forward!"