Chapter 118: Chapter118-Milf is too horny for her own good (18+)

But before she could say anything, I activated my Sexual Stimulation skill again, making the horny sensations in her body even stronger... "What do" she started, but her voice caught in her throat as the skill took effect. Then all of a sudden, she caught her summer dress, the fabric bunching up awkwardly above her clothes... She was also trying to touch her clit or pussy area over her clothes... She didn't even attempt to conceal her hornyness now. Her face twisted in pleasure, and I could see it was real this time, not the mild discomfort she'd been trying to hide... How much longer will you hold on? Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she reached out, gripping the edge of the desk with one hand. Her other hand pressed against her side, and she panted, her voice shaky as she said, "Ah, Ah, fuck, I can't control" Alright... It's finally happening. Now it's time for the finishing touch. Without thinking, I moved closer, placing my hands gently on her shoulders. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice full of concern. Once again, I used my skills and gently pressed her shoulders. Just as I expected, her expression changed, and she cried out in pleasure, "Oh, fuck, I can't take it anymore, I need a cock!" I replied, "You can have mine, I don't mind." She turned towards me with a shocked expression, then shook her head and said, "Ah, so...sorry, Michael, you shouldn't see this, what am I even doing?" Then she asked, "Are you doing this?" Haa... I expected her to ask that. I gave her a confused look and said, "What are you talking about?" Then she said, "Oh, you not?" Then, suddenly, she pushed me away. "If not, Michael, get out!" I pretended to be stunned and confused. "What happened? Why are you freaking out?" I asked, but she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were distant, focused on something I couldn't see. "Get the fuck out!" she repeated, more forcefully. "And don't come back until I say so." So, she wants to calm down her heat again... Hmm... Then I'm sure she'll masturbate as that is the only way she can calm down... But... I turned on my horny meter to check her, and saw that the percentage had gone over 200. I don't think that alone will calm her down. When Lia went over 200 percent, she went wild for my cock. I asked again, "Why? I really don't mind!" She quickly grabbed a flower vase from the desk and threw it at me, shouting, "Get out!" Reluctantly, I backed away, lingering for a moment at the door. I raised both my hands and said, "Alright, alright, as you wish!" She kept her gaze averted, not meeting my eyes, as if she was fighting something within herself. Finally, I stepped out of her office room, the door clicking shut behind me. I stood in the hallway, feeling a strong urge of hornyness... Fuck, I really wanted to take out my cock and ravage her pussy, but if I did that, she wouldn't beg me for it. I want to see her pleading, so I have to wait a bit longer. I couldn't even tell if she was masturbating or not because the office glasses blocked my view. After waiting for over 10 minutes, Branda finally called out, "You can come in." I opened the glass door and was immediately hit with the smell of cum. So, she masturbated... I noticed her with her head resting heavily on the desk. Could she be feeling embarrassed? I made my way over and took a seat in the plush chair beside her. "Are you okay now? Do you need any help?" I asked. Her response was laced with frustration, "What do you think?" She then raised her head. She seemed visibly on her edge of pleasure... Her eyes, however, revealed a profound tenderness, as if Cupid himself had made them. "You look very stressed," I said, gently placing my hand over hers. "I can definitely help you relax.". With sex... Ofcourse "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice tinged with doubt. "Absolutely," I assured her with a firm nod. I smiled warmly, and she returned the smile. I held her gaze, looking deeply into her eyes. She met my stare for a moment before looking away with a sigh. She then said, "You know I'm married, right?" I answered, "I know, but your husband is no longer in this world." She hesitated, starting to speak but then trailing off. The room was silent for about five minutes. I stayed quiet too. Even though I could have pushed her to explain, I decided to let it go. She then looked at me, focusing on my body before shifting her gaze to her own. I was puzzled at first, but it became clear when she asked her next question. "What do you think of my body?" I was caught off guard and replied, "Hm? What?" She repeated, "How would you rate my body?" Wow, that's quite a bold question... Is her lusty state affecting her judgment? I said,"Yes... About your body... I then deliberately looked at her tits, openly and without hesitation. Instead of being offended or disgusted, she pushed her boobs out even more. "You have a wonderful figure, Branda," I complimented her, and she smiled again. "Great legs too," I added, glancing down at her legs. She turned slightly to the side, moving her legs out from under the table and pointing them in my direction, almost as if she was flirting. That's my chance... Testing the waters, I affectionately but inappropriately patted her knee. Instead of reacting with shock, she uncrossed her legs and spread them a little wider. As I said, "How nice of you, Branda," I looked up at her... The morning sunlight cast a gentle glow around her, accentuating the soft curves of her face... "I'm glad you think so," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. I noticed it thenthe scent of her arousal now that her legs were open. Her breathing quickened, and it was clear she was turned on; the signs were unmistakable. She wasn't wearing tights or stockings, just bare legs. "Lovely smooth thighs too, Branda," I said, now openly caressing her thighs. "I'd like to see more." She willingly spread her legs wider and pulled her dress up even higher. "Oh, that's lovely, Branda. I think it might be cooler if you took off those cute little panties I can see. Will you do that for me?" I asked. That, however, seemed to be a step too far for her, despite how eager she had been up to this point. "You've got some nerve," she finally said, sounding annoyed. "Touching my legs and putting your hand under my skirt. What kind of woman do you think I am?" She was clearly upset. "You must think I'm some easy girl," she added, standing up and then sitting back down, pulling her skimpy underwear down past her knees. Even though she sounded angry, she did exactly what I asked, removing her panties and lifting her dress up to her waist again. She seemed easily influenced, I noticed. She slid to the edge of the chair and spread her legs, revealing her trimmed pussy and wet, glistening labia in the light. Damn, she looks so good... Alright, let's take this a step further... 'Branda, can you lock the door?" I asked. "Why?" she responded. "For some fun," I said. She asked again, "But, why?" "Just do it, you'll find out soon," I insisted. Without much hesitation, she stood up and walked towards the door to lock it. Her dress slipped back down to her knees. I checked her "Horny meter." Name: Branda Hilton Horny Meter: 222% This explains why she's following everything I say. For a moment, it felt like she was my girlfriend, but then I rememberedoh, she's supposed to be like a mom to me. After Branda locked the door, she turned to me and asked, "Now tell me the reason." I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my big "reason," and said, "This is why." My cock.. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at it. "Oh my God," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, don't make me do this, it's too big." Then she hesitated and asked, "Will it hurt?" Her voice was filled with uncertainty as she looked at it, clearly conflicted. Her emotions seems really conflicted, switching back and forth between this and that. She turned away, trying to get herself together, but it was clear she was starting to give up. She kept rubbing her legs, as if trying to calm her heat down in her pussy... "What are you doing to me?" she asked weakly. "I'm not the kind of woman who does this sort of thing. I'm not slut and I don't even like sex much. It's you, you're making me feel this way. Please don't make me do this. I know it's going to hurt because your cock is too big." Once again, she's doing... "Oh Branda, I'm not making you do anything," I said, stepping closer and holding out my arms. She came into them, clinging to me, shaking with desire and gasping for breath. Her right hand reached for my penis, found it, and started rubbing it, making her moan with need. She looked down and said, "It's so beautiful. I said, "Thanks for the compliment." "Are you going to use it on me to have sex?" she asked, breathing heavily... "Of course, but only if you tell me you want it, Branda," I said gently. She shook her head, denying her desire, but her barely audible voice betrayed her. "Yes, I can't believe it, I'm so confused. I don't want it, but I need to feel it inside me. Please put it in me gently," she begged, then quickly changed her mind, saying, "Oh no, what am I saying?" I smiled softly, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. As we kissed, I felt her body melting into mine, her hands clutching at my shirt as if she were drowning and I were her lifeline. "Just follow your heart and go after what you really want," I whispered into her ear, my hands sliding down her back, pulling her closer to me, my erection pressing firmly against her hip. But..." She continued resist for few minutes... Untill she finally gave up and, nodded, her eyes filled with lust as she looked up at me, her lips parted in anticipation. And then, without warning, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands reaching for my pants, her eyes locked onto mine as she undid my belt and slowly fully unzipped my pants. As my pants fell to the ground, she reached for my erect penis, her hands wrapping around it tightly, her eyes widening with shock as she felt its immense size and girth. "Will it even fit in my mouth?" she gasped, staring up at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. "Why not check it yourself and see if it fits or not?"