Chapter 111 - 110: Fake It Till You Make It
"Well, well, well! Just say that you need my guide to salvation, and I will gladly make it come true!" Owen thrust his cock... the load was coming up!
"Nghn! Thank you... ahn!" She pressed her ass to the wall as the stimulation inside her was reaching its peak.
Her feet slid against the floor, struggling to hold her weight.
"Coming right up! Take my seed and become my third devotee!" Owen let out his load. He had already lost count of how many times he had cummed... well, he didn’t have any plan to count while the MILFs were piling up next door.
The heat in the room was getting stronger with every passing second.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Nghn... ahnn, it’s filling up my womb... ahnn, thank you, Savior..." Her arms wobbled while her legs were shaking, and she squirted together with him.
Plop...
He retracted his cock through the hole, making the MILF plop onto the floor with her overflowing pussy.
She lay there for a moment, gasping for air as her body twitched from the intense release.
"Hooh, I’m getting addicted to this." He wiped his brow as beads of sweat started pouring down his body. He let out a deep breath to cool himself down.
Gulp... gulp... gulp...
He took another fresh glass of water. He needed to properly replenish his body with water... of course, he was a normal person too.
He might have monstrous stamina, but that didn’t mean he could disregard logic. He drank every last drop to make sure he remained at full strength.
It wasn’t a fantasy superpower trope, so yeah, he needed to follow the rules of physics. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and set the empty glass aside on a nearby table.
"How about we continue now?" He only took a few sweet seconds before inserting his cock again.
It was time for a double titty fucking. He looked down at the two eager women waiting for his next command.
"Both of you, come closer! I want you both to use your tits to satisfy this divine cock." His shaft stood tall again, rock-hard as always.
"Yes, Savior..." Both of them crawled forward; the sow dance they had performed was effective. It was time for them to get rewarded by the Savior.
Their eyes were locked onto his massive tool as they moved closer across the floor.
"Rub your tits against my cock, and use both of your tongues to stimulate it more." His plan was simple: a two-on-one session of pure pleasure with two busty MILFs.
He wanted to make this exhibition as grand as possible for his own enjoyment.
Now that he had a room full of MILFs, a little exhibition was definitely a must. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the quiet air.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Both MILFs were on their knees, stroking his girth with their heavy, bedroom eyes. They took turns squeezing their soft breasts against the thick length of his shaft.
Lick... lick... lick...
Then, just as he ordered, two tongues swirled with finesse, cleaning up his creamy cock while enjoying the smell. They worked together in total harmony, covering every single inch of his skin with warm moisture.
"Yes, ahh... both of you are really good at this. Why don’t you work for me here?" Owen said—of course, it was mostly just nonsense from him. He grinned down at them as they continued their passionate work.
"Lick... Savior... ahnn. We will if you will it." The MILF on the left went to another level of licking, her tongue sticking out without any reservations. She looked up at him with total surrender in her soft eyes.
Shlurp... shlurp... shlurp...
"Yesh, Savior! I will work for you if you want us. I’m just a normal housewife, so my life is boring..." If what the Savior said was true, then she would have a good enough reason to go out and work.
She rubbed her large breasts harder against his shaft to show her excitement.
"Savior, me too! I’m lonely at home, so I don’t have any purpose... I want to do this kind of stuff..." She pressed her tits harder against his shaft.
Even though she was new to this weird way of pleasuring someone using her breasts, it was not as shabby as one would think. She was quickly learning how to use her body to please him.
"Hoho, both of you want the spot?" He found his own nonsense intriguing... why not, right? He rested his hands on his hips while enjoying the dual treatment.
He needed a worker who would take care of the reservation list during the week. He couldn’t make that old woman work; she was already old, so he definitely needed an assistant.
Having a loyal helper in the building would make things run much smoother.
"Yes, Savior! If you want me... then I will." Her mouth slowly ventured to the tip of his glans, wrapping her warm lips around the head.
"I want to become useful too..." The other woman added, her eyes wide with desperation as she pressed her body closer to him.
"Hoho, then that’s good to hear... but one needs to fit the requirements first to personally work for me." He shamelessly made up another random rule on the spot.
’Heh, fake it till you make it. That’s my style,’ he smirked at the thought of those famous stories about faking everything from the beginning until it all somehow works out at the end.
Those kinds of tropes were really funny... and he was about to do his own "fake it till you make it." He just hoped his cock would still be intact when the time came!
"What is it, Savior? If it’s impossible for me, then I will settle for just using the hole..." Obviously she wanted the job, but what if she couldn’t meet the standards?
The expectations of the Savior were sky-high, and both MILFs knew their limits. They looked up at him nervously, waiting for his final decision.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
"The requirement is not really hard. One needs to work harder and show their devotions to the divine..." He paused for a moment, which made the two women hold their breath in suspense. The room became dead silent for a few seconds.
"It’s really simple: a woman must open up her legs when her husband is looking..." Owen made his bold claim.
That was pure nonsense, for sure. He stood there proudly with a confident smile on his face.
’Damn, did I go overboard?’ Both MILFs froze.
As for the lonely MILF... she was completely lost. She blinked her eyes in confusion, not knowing how to fulfill such a condition.
Her husband had already died a long time ago, so it wasn’t possible for her, unlike his recent proposal about the Savior visits. She stared at him blankly, feeling a mix of hope and deep concern.
"I-It’s... umm... I will ask my husband about that, Savior." The other MILF choked on her own saliva and his leftover cream as she tried to process the wildly shameless request.
She looked down at the floor, her mind completely bewildered by what she had just heard.