**Chapter 6: The Cuckold Deal – Claiming Sarah**
"What the fuck do you mean, Young Master?" David's face twisted with anger, fists clenched on the café table. The average-looking salaryman looked ready to explode. "Let you fuck my wife? Are you out of your goddamn mind? She's my wife!"
I leaned back in my chair, red eyes cold and amused, sipping my espresso like we were discussing the weather. "Exactly what I said. Let me fuck Sarah. In return, I'll promote you to senior manager and triple your salary. Starting tomorrow."
He stared at me, rage flickering into hesitation. His eyes darted around the café like someone might overhear. "But… she's my wife. How can I just… hand her over like that?"
I smiled darkly. "Think about it, David. If you lose your job today, what happens? Sarah's already on the fast track for promotion. She'll be making bank while you sit at home like a worthless loser. How long before she divorces you? How long before she finds someone who can actually provide? You'll be broke, alone, and she'll be riding some other man's cock while you jerk off in a shitty apartment."
His face drained of color. Sweat beaded on his forehead. I could see the exact moment his pride cracked.
"Can you really promise the promotion?" he whispered, voice shaking.
"I promise. As long as you help me fuck your wife, I'll make sure you're set for life. No one will ever know… except us."
He swallowed hard, staring at the table for a long minute. Then, in a broken voice, he muttered, "If that's what you want, Young Master… then let's do it."
I slid a piece of paper across the table with the address of the luxury hotel downtown. "Bring her here in one hour. Tell her it's a client meeting. Lock the door behind her. Don't come back until I text you."
He took the paper with trembling fingers and nodded like a beaten dog.
One hour later, I was waiting in the penthouse suite, sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed in nothing but my silk robe. My 12-inch cock was already rock-hard, throbbing against my thigh at the thought of what was coming.
The door clicked open.
Sarah Bennett stepped inside, looking every bit the perfect milf I'd seen in her file. 34 years old, long auburn hair cascading down her back, mature beautiful face with full lips and sharp green eyes. She was wearing a tight white office blouse that strained over her massive H-cup breasts and a black pencil skirt hugging her wide hips and fat ass. Her long legs looked endless in black heels.
"Honey, why did you bring me here?" she asked, confused. "I was in the middle of a big project—"
The door slammed shut behind her. The lock clicked from the outside. David had done his part.
She turned, eyes widening when she saw me instead of her husband. "Who—? Young Master Alex? What is this? I thought I was meeting a client—"
I stood up slowly, letting the robe fall open. My massive cock sprang free, thick and veiny, already leaking pre-cum.
Sarah's eyes dropped to my cock and she froze in horror. "What are you doing, sir?! I came here for a meeting—"
I moved fast, grabbing her by the waist and shoving her backward onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress with a gasp.
"You're about to be fucked, Sarah," I said, voice low and hungry. "Your husband just sold you to me for a promotion and triple salary. He's outside waiting like a good little cuck."
She tried to scramble away, eyes wide with terror. "No—! Help! Somebody help me—!"
I grabbed her ankle and yanked her back toward me. She kicked and screamed, but I slapped her hard across the face — once, twice — leaving red handprints on her cheeks. Her eyes watered instantly.
"Shut the fuck up, you both. Nobody is coming to save you. Your husband sold your pussy to me. Now be a good whore and take it."
Tears spilled down her face, but I didn't care. I grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open violently. Buttons flew everywhere. Her massive H-cup tits spilled out, heavy and jiggling, pale skin flushed pink, fat pink nipples already hardening in the cool air.
"Ah—! Please don't do this to me—!" she begged.
I grabbed both heavy breasts, squeezing hard, then pinched her nipples and stretched them outward. Sarah cried out in pain and shock — until a thin stream of warm milk suddenly squirted from both nipples.
"Holy shit… you're lactating?" I laughed darkly. "Even better."
I latched onto one nipple and sucked hard, drinking her warm, sweet milk while my other hand mauled her tit. She moaned despite herself, body betraying her as milk leaked from both breasts.
"Pl-please… stop… it hurts—!" she whimpered.
I pulled back, milk dripping from my lips, and shoved my throbbing cock between her massive tits. I grabbed them from the sides and started fucking her cleavage — up and down, up and down — the soft, heavy flesh swallowing my cock completely.
"Fuck… these tits are perfect for this," I groaned, thrusting faster. Pre-cum and milk mixed together, making everything slick and messy.
Sarah was crying quietly now, but her nipples stayed rock-hard.
I moved up her body, straddling her chest, and shoved my cock against her glossy lips. "Open."
She tried to turn her head away. I grabbed her hair and forced her face forward.
*Gawk—!*
I slammed my cock straight down her throat in one brutal thrust. Her eyes bulged, throat convulsing around me as I buried every inch until her nose pressed against my abs.
*Gawk—! Gawk—! Gawk—!*
I face-fucked her hard, using her mouth like a fleshlight. Saliva poured from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin onto her milk-covered tits. Her hands slapped weakly at my thighs, but I just held her head tighter and pounded deeper.
"Take it, you married slut. Choke on Young Master's cock while your husband waits outside."
Tears streamed down her face as she gagged and drooled. I finally pulled out, letting her gasp for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening cock.
I stood up, ripped her pencil skirt and panties off in one motion. Her shaved pussy was already wet — glistening, puffy lips betraying how turned on her body was despite her protests.
I shoved three fingers inside her roughly, curling them against her g-spot.
"Ah—! Ahh—! It hurts—! It's too big—!" she moaned, hips twitching.
I pumped my fingers faster, slapping her face lightly with my free hand. "Your pussy is dripping, Sarah. Stop lying — you love this."
I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my cock. In one savage thrust I buried all twelve inches balls-deep inside her married cunt.
"AHHHHHH—!!" she screamed, back arching off the bed.
I didn't give her time to adjust. I started pounding her like a machine — hard, deep, relentless strokes that made her massive tits bounce wildly and her milk leak in thin streams. The wet *SLAP-SLAP-SLAP* of my hips against her ass filled the room.
"Fuuuuck… your pussy is gripping me so tight," I growled, folding her legs back until her knees touched her shoulders. The new angle let me slam even deeper, battering her cervix with every thrust.
Sarah's resistance finally shattered. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as she started moaning like a whore. "It's… it's too deep—! You're ruining me—! Ahh—! Harder—! Young Master—! Fuck me harder—!"
I railed her even more brutally, slapping her tits, pinching her leaking nipples, making milk spray across her chest with every thrust. Her pussy creamed hard around my cock, white froth coating my shaft and dripping down to her asshole.
I flipped her onto all fours, grabbed her auburn hair like reins, and pounded her doggy-style. Her fat ass rippled beautifully with every impact. I spanked her hard, leaving red handprints while I destroyed her cunt.
"You're mine now, Sarah. Your husband sold you. This married pussy belongs to me."
She was crying in pleasure now, pushing back against me. "Yes—! I'm yours—! Fuck me—! Fill me up—! I'm cumming—!!"
Her pussy clamped down like a vice as she squirted hard, soaking the sheets. I didn't stop. I kept hammering through her orgasm until I felt my own balls tighten.
With a final, womb-crushing thrust I buried myself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into her womb, flooding her completely. Her belly swelled slightly from the sheer volume as I pumped rope after rope inside her.
I stayed buried deep, grinding slow circles while she trembled and milked me dry.
Finally I pulled out, watching my cum pour from her ruined, gaping pussy in thick white rivers.
Sarah collapsed on the bed, panting, covered in sweat, milk, and cum — eyes glassy, face ruined, body twitching with aftershocks.
I smirked down at her.
"Your husband is going to love his new promotion… and you're going to love being my personal milf whore from now on."
**[Milf Corruption System Notification]**
**[Sarah Bennett – Corruption Level: 45%]
[Rewards Unlocked:]
• +50 Stamina
• +40 Strength
• Permanent Milf Lactation Boost
• New Skill: "Cuckold Command" – Any husband of a corrupted milf will obey you without question
• Bonus: Sarah's pussy is now permanently addicted to your cock]**
I grabbed my phone and texted David: *Come pick up your wife. She's ready for round two if you want to watch.*
