Chapter 272 - 271: Dog

Chapter 272: Chapter 271: Dog

"I guess I don’t have any choice... let me start with that green-haired one first!"

Owen stepped forward, his gaze locked on Stella. She was already on the floor, groveling, her hips swaying in a rhythmic, desperate invitation. She didn’t just want him; she was begging for him to take over, her body trembling with an anticipation that had clearly been building for hours.

The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and the frantic scuff of skin against the floor.

"Ngn! Yes... ahn. Dick me like a dog, Owen!" Stella didn’t hesitate. As he aligned himself and pushed forward, she swallowed his length with a desperate, squeezing intensity, her internal muscles clamping down as if trying to claim a triumph over the very thing that was conquering her.

For days, Owen had noticed a strange resilience in his own body; no matter how many partners he cycled through, his arousal never wavered. He had already pushed through thirty other women, yet he remained a total knocker, his drive relentless and his stamina unmatched. He gripped her hips, the momentum building into a fierce, rhythmic assault.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngn! Ahn ahn! Yesh... ahn!" Stella’s voice broke into a series of high, melodic whimpers.

"Do you love my dick, Stella?" Owen asked, his voice low and commanding. Without waiting for an answer, he raised his hand and delivered a sharp snap against her pearl-white skin.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

The impact sent a jolt through her entire frame, making her arch her back and push her hips even further into him. The sting only seemed to fuel her fire. Owen gripped her hair, using the leverage to ride her like a high-performance sports car, steering her movements with a firm, unrelenting hand.

"Eutt! Eutt! Eutt! Ahn... sh... ahn... yes!" Stella gasped, her head lolling back. "Spank me like I’m a slut! Ann!" The tugging of her hair seemed to heighten her arousal, and her insides squeezed his shaft with a renewed, frantic intensity.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"You are my slut! Hmm, did you forget that you’re a sucker for this? You were practically vibrating with hunger while your auntie watched you in that desperate state," Owen groaned, ramming deeper. As he maintained his pace, he glanced over and saw Morenne; her own body was already primed and ready for a series of plays. He didn’t let up on Stella, but he reached out, spanking Morenne’s waiting backside before shoving three fingers deep into her heat.

"Ngn! Ahn ah. Yesh... I am a sucker... who likes to be treated like a plaything! Ahn. Ahn ahh yes... your dick has already molded my cervix and womb!" Morenne cried out, her body arching toward him.

"That should be it! Now take my seed and enjoy!" Owen could no longer control the surge of arousal crashing over him. He had reached that critical leak condition where the tension became unbearable; he could pump out a load in seconds, provided the pussy was tight enough to grip him.

’Damn, this is going to be a long day!’ he roared internally. ’Here is another load, and then the next creampie for a different pussy!’

Spurt! Spuuurtt! Spurt!

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

"Ngn! Ah nahn yesh... ahn... ahn... yesh... keep going ahn!" Stella squirted in unison with him, her body having become hyper-sensitive during the fingering session. The fierce, final thrusts broke her dam, sending a flood of her own juices cascading down her thighs.

Thick cum gushed out from Stella’s pussy as her body swayed, her knees barely supporting the weight of her busty frame and the heavy, creampied heat of her core. She lay there for a moment, panting, a glazed expression of total defeat and satisfaction crossing her face. But Owen didn’t linger. The adrenaline was still surging, and his body was already demanding the next target. He shifted his weight, sliding away from the spent Stella and moving directly toward the waiting heat of the other woman.

"Here, this is your first dick for the past few hours, right Morenne?"

Morenne’s response was a broken whimper, her eyes fluttering as she looked up at him. "Ngnn... ahn... it has been a day... ahn... and yes... it’s true... I am in need... ahn..."

"Good. Now let me give you a proper pounding." Owen didn’t waste time with gentleness. He raised his left thigh, hooking it firmly over her shoulder to open her up completely. He reached down, his hand gripping the nape of her neck with a force that was just short of painful, pinning her against the mat. Without a word of warning, he drove himself home.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ahn... eut... eutt!! Ahn! Ahn!" Morenne’s eyes rolled back into her head, her consciousness fracturing under the sheer force of the impact. Her fingers clawed desperately at the mat, dragging grains of sand and grit along with her as she tried to find some purchase against the relentless momentum.

"Say it... choke me, daddy! Harder! Tell me you’re a slutty daughter who likes to be treated roughly by her Daddy!" Owen roared, his voice vibrating through her chest. He didn’t hold back a single ounce of strength, driving the full twelve inches of his length deep into her. Each strike sent a shockwave through her core, his balls slapping hard against her inner thighs with a rhythmic, wet percussion.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngn! Ahn ahn ahn! Yesh... daddy... ahn fuck me harder!" Morenne screamed, her voice cracking as she succumbed to the intensity. "I am a slutty daughter... who likes to get her pussy fucked hard by her Daddy’s big fat cock!" She arched her spine, pressing her chest out and her hips back, actively chasing the depth of his thrusts. The air in the room grew heavy and humid, thick with the scent of arousal and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Owen chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. He loved the way she fell apart under him, the way her dignity vanished the moment he touched her. "Then let me hear more moans," he commanded, his pace increasing into a blur of motion. "Tell me... do you want your daddy to put a cream inside your pussy? Your womb?"

"Ahn ahnn... yesh... without a doubt, daddy... ahnn ahn! I love it! Please give me your seeds and make me pregnant! Let me bear the seeds of my daddy and have a big happy family!" Morenne’s face was a mask of pure addiction, her eyes sparkling with a desperate, glazed hunger. She was no longer just participating; she was drowning in the sensation, her entire existence narrowing down to the point where Owen’s length met her cervix.

"Then let me cum inside your pussy now, my daughter Morenne," Owen groaned, his muscles locking up as he reached the peak. "You’re really a sweet daughter... just like your mother, who is good at taking dicks too!"

The words had barely left his lips before Owen’s body seized, his spine arching as the first violent wave of release hit. He didn’t pull back; instead, he drove himself deeper, pinning Morenne against the mat as he unloaded. The sensation was explosive, a pressurized torrent of heat that seemed to stretch the very limits of her interior.

Spurtt! Spuuurtt! Spuuurtt!

Morenne’s reaction was instantaneous and visceral. Her eyes rolled back, leaving only the whites visible as a guttural scream tore from her throat. Her internal muscles went into a frantic, rhythmic spasm, clamping down on his shaft in a desperate attempt to milk every last drop from him. She wasn’t just receiving his seed; she was fighting for it, her body shaking with a climax so powerful it felt like a seizure.

Squirt! Squirt!

Owen remained buried within her for several long seconds, the two of them panting in a synchronized rhythm of exhaustion and euphoria. The silence that followed the storm was heavy, broken only by the distant sound of the city and the wet, slapping sound of their skin finally parting. As he slid out, a visible overflow of his seed escaped Morenne, trailing down her thighs and soaking into the fabric of the mat.

"Ahh... fucking good and tight pussy," Owen exhaled, his voice a raspy whisper. He looked down at Morenne, who was completely spent. She had slumped onto her back, her legs still splayed in a wide M-shape, her chest heaving as she tried to reclaim her breath. She looked broken in the best way possible, her eyes glazed and drifting, her mind still echoing with the force of his climax. "I can’t stop my cock. Hoh... second down."

He stood up, the sudden shift in gravity making his head swim for a moment. He didn’t need a recovery period; the strange, relentless energy that had fueled him through thirty other women was already recharging. He looked over at Stella, who was still recovering from her own deluge, her body trembling in the aftershocks of her release. They were both ruined, draped across the floor like discarded dolls, yet the hunger in the room hadn’t vanished—it had only evolved.

Owen stretched, his muscles rippling, feeling the familiar throb of his erection refusing to subside. He wasn’t finished. The house felt like a hunting ground, and he was the only predator. He walked slowly toward the edge of the room, his gaze scanning for the next target, his mind already calculating the best way to break the next set of inhibitions. The scent of musk and sweat hung thick in the air, a visceral reminder of the conquest he had just achieved.