Chapter 23
Olivia – The Desperate Wife's Total Submission
I left the residential area with my cock still half-hard and twitching. The memory of Ava's broken screams and bloody pussy kept playing in my mind. But I wasn't done for the day. I still had one more target burning in my thoughts.
Olivia.
The sexy milf I had photographed walking with her husband. The one whose husband and son I had already thrown into police custody through Tina. She must be losing her mind by now.
I drove the Lamborghini straight to her address. The modest family home looked quiet from the outside. I parked, walked up to the door, and knocked firmly.
Olivia opened the door almost immediately. She was even more stunning in person — mid-30s, long wavy auburn hair falling over her shoulders, mature beautiful face with full glossy lips and worried hazel eyes. Her body was pure milf perfection: massive E-cup breasts stretching a simple white tank top to its limit, deep cleavage spilling out, tiny waist flaring into wide child-bearing hips, and a huge, juicy ass that filled her tight jeans perfectly. Her thick thighs rubbed together nervously.
The second she saw me, her eyes widened in terror and recognition.
"You… you're the one who took my husband and son into custody," she whispered, voice shaking. "What do you want from us?"
I stepped inside without waiting for permission and closed the door behind me with a soft click.
"Your husband Marcus and your son are in police custody on serious theft charges from my mother's company," I said calmly, sitting down on the sofa. "They could be locked up for years. Maybe even decades if I push it."
Olivia's face drained of all color. Her legs gave out and she sank into the chair opposite me, hands trembling in her lap.
"Please… Young Master… there must be some mistake," she begged, voice cracking. "My husband would never steal anything. We have a family… a son… please, I'm begging you. I'll pay whatever you want. Just let them go. Please… don't ruin our lives. I'll do anything. Anything at all."
Tears started falling down her cheeks as she begged harder, voice desperate and broken. "Please… I'm on my knees if you want. Just name your price. I'll work extra jobs. I'll sell everything we have. Just don't do this to my family. Please… I'm begging you with everything I have."
I unzipped my pants slowly and pulled out my thick 13-inch cock, already rock-hard and throbbing, the fat head glistening with pre-cum.
"Suck it."
Olivia's eyes widened in pure horror. She shook her head frantically and tried to stand up, backing away toward the door.
"No… please… I can't… I'm a married woman… I have children… please don't make me do this… I'm begging you, don't force me…"
She turned to run, but I grabbed her wrist and yanked her back roughly.
I pulled out my phone and opened the new "Video Surveillance" gift from the System. I showed her the live feed.
Her husband Marcus and their 18-year-old son were sitting in a cold, dimly lit police cell — handcuffed, looking defeated and terrified. The video was crystal clear, showing every detail of their miserable state.
Olivia froze. Her legs gave out completely. She dropped to her knees right in front of me, staring at the screen with fresh tears pouring down her cheeks.
"No… please… they're innocent… don't do this to them…" she sobbed, voice completely broken. "I'll do it… I'll suck it… just please let them go…"
She leaned forward, trembling, opened her juicy lips, and took the fat head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.
*Gawk… gawk… gawk…*
Olivia started sucking desperately, tears rolling down her face as she bobbed her head, trying to take as much as she could. Her tongue swirled around the underside while saliva dripped down her chin onto her massive tits.
I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pushed deeper, forcing more of my length down her throat until her nose pressed against my abs.
"That's it… cry on your new landlord's cock while your husband sits in a cell," I groaned, fucking her face harder.
Olivia gagged and choked loudly, mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks, but she kept sucking, hollowing her cheeks, desperate to please me and save her family.
I face-fucked her roughly for several minutes, enjoying the wet heat of her throat and the sound of her broken sobs around my cock. Then I pulled out, slapped my heavy cock across her tear-streaked face a few times, and threw her onto the sofa.
I ripped her tank top and jeans off in one violent motion, leaving her completely naked. Her massive E-cup breasts spilled free, heavy and soft, pink nipples already hard from fear and shame.
I spread her thick thighs wide and slammed my entire 13-inch cock balls-deep into her married pussy in one brutal thrust.
"AHHHHHHHH—!!" Olivia screamed, back arching violently as her walls stretched painfully around my massive girth.
I didn't give her any mercy. I started fucking her like an animal — hard, deep, punishing strokes that made the sofa creak and her massive tits bounce wildly. *SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP.* Her fat ass rippled with every impact.
"Take it, you desperate milf whore," I snarled, choking her lightly while I pounded her. "Your husband is in a cell while I'm balls-deep in his wife's cunt."
Olivia was crying and moaning at the same time. "It's too big—!! You're ruining me—!! Please… save my family… I'll be your whore… just don't hurt them—!!"
I flipped her onto all fours, yanked her hair back like reins, and railed her even harder from behind. I spanked her huge ass red, leaving bright handprints while I destroyed her pussy.
I pulled out, shoved my cock into her mouth again, then switched to her tight asshole without warning.
"AHHHH—!! Not my ass—!! It's too thick—!!" she screamed, but I kept pushing until every inch was buried in her virgin ass.
I fucked her ass mercilessly, spanking her red while I reached around and rubbed her clit. Olivia came hard — squirting violently while sobbing my name, her asshole clenching around my cock like a vice.
I switched between her holes constantly — pussy, ass, mouth — making her taste herself on my cock every time. I choked her, slapped her tits, pinched her nipples until they turned red. I made her ride me reverse cowgirl while I played with her clit and tits, then bent her over the sofa again and pounded her until she squirted multiple times.
I made her stand up, bend over the coffee table, and fucked her from behind while showing her the live video of her husband and son again. I made her watch them while I railed her ass.
After filling her pussy and ass with thick loads, I made her kneel and clean my cock with her mouth while I showed her the live video once more.
Olivia cried harder but sucked even more eagerly, completely broken.
I finally stood up, zipped my pants, and looked down at the ruined milf lying on the floor — covered in sweat, cum leaking from both holes, eyes empty and defeated.
"From now on, you belong to me. Every day you'll come to me and pay with your body. Your husband and son will be released… but only because you're my personal cumdump now."
Olivia nodded weakly, tears still falling. "Yes… Young Master… I'm yours… completely yours…"
I walked out of the house, leaving her completely submitted and broken on the floor.
*Well… that's one more milf added to the collection.*
The hunt never ends.