Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1034: Dual Sensation (r-18)

A single, wet choke escaped her—a tight spasm in her throat—before she swallowed hard and pushed deeper still.

Her nose ended up pressing firmly against his pelvic bone, her throat visibly distending around his girth, her lips stretched into an indecent curve at the base. Thick streams of saliva escaped the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and onto the pristine white satin pooled between her knees.

She maintained her hold, his full length buried within her, her throat pulsing with rhythmic swallowing motions around him. Her eyes teared up as she gazed upward, an unmistakable declaration in her expression: she had no intention of ceasing.

Her tongue continued its subtle work from within, pressing and caressing the underside even as her throat was entirely occupied.

Catherine did not hesitate. While Dominique's throat possessed the shaft, Catherine lowered her head and captured his heavy, full testicles into her mouth. She gently drew one in, then the other, rolling them slowly with her warm, expert tongue amidst the moist heat of her mouth. Simultaneously, her hand caressed the inches of his shaft that remained exposed.

The combined sensations—Dominique's constricting, pulsing throat around the head of his penis and Catherine's velvety tongue bathing and sucking his testicles—caused Peter's vision to swim and his hips to involuntarily thrust forward, pushing him another fraction deeper into Dominique's already stretched throat.

Dominique gave another gag, this time wetter and more pronounced. A flood of liquid escaped around his shaft, splashing onto her chest and soaking into the white satin.

She pulled back, gasping, long strands of saliva stretching in glistening bridges from her swollen, ravaged lips to his cock. Her lips were full, her eyes glazed, yet she grinned up at him, radiating pure, unadulterated filth and satisfaction.

"Your turn now," she croaked, addressing Catherine.

Catherine released his testicles with a soft, wet release and rose to meet his cock. She offered no preamble. Gripping the base with both hands, she parted her lips and swallowed him in a single, fluid motion.

His thick cock vanished into her throat so swiftly and deeply that a raw, guttural sound tore from his chest—a sound he barely recognized as his own.

Catherine—

She made a humming sound around him, the deep vibration coursing through his entire shaft like liquid lightning, and began to move. Her strokes were long, slow, and utterly devastating. With every withdrawal, her dark lips dragged wetly along his full length, leaving his cock gleaming and slick with saliva, before plunging back down to the very root with an echoing, obscene gluck that resonated through the office.

Her throat felt tighter than Dominique's—narrower, more resistant—and with each forceful advance of the swollen head past that tight band of muscle, she gagged, her throat clenching his cock in a vice of wet, pulsing heat.

Dominique observed from her kneeling position, now pressing one hand between her thighs, rhythmically rubbing slow circles over her satin-clad pussy as she watched her friend take him so deeply.

"Gods, look at you," Dominique whispered, her voice thick with arousal. "Look at that throat. It seems she’s been practicing."

Catherine pulled away with a gasp, breathing heavily, her chin and lips coated in saliva and pre-cum. A smeared ring of her dark lipstick now marked the base of his cock, like a brand.

Her voice emerged beautifully ruined.

"I don't practice," she rasped. "I'm naturally gifted."

Dominique let out a soft laugh and leaned in, her wide, experienced tongue tracing a long, indulgent path from base to tip, licking Catherine’s saliva from his cock.

Then they were upon him together—two mature tongues working opposite sides of the thick, veined shaft in perfect unison, meeting at the swollen head where their lips pressed together in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss encompassing his cock.

Their tongues slid against each other and against him simultaneously, the obscene sounds of two ravenous mouths worshipping one massive cock filling the quiet office.

They alternated roles with devastating coordination—Dominique performing deep-throating while Catherine lavished attention on his heavy testicles with her warm, sucking mouth, then Catherine choking on the head while Dominique stroked the slick shaft with both hands, twisting firmly.

Together, they licked the tip, their hands intertwined around the base, swirling around the leaking head. Both sets of watering eyes looked up at him, filled with absolute devotion and lust.

Dominique sensed the omens first—the heavy throbbing, the way his cock swelled even thicker within her grip, its veins pulsing with greater intensity.

"He's close," she breathed, her voice husky.

They both drew back slightly, firmly grasping him at the base. His massive cock throbbed between their faces—slick, glistening, dark, and swollen, its veins visibly pulsing, the head flushed and leaking.

They pressed their cheeks together, mouths agape, tongues extended like an offering, creating the perfect target.

"Give it to us," Catherine commanded, her voice raw and broken with desperate need.

"Every drop," Dominique chimed in, her hand diligently working the slick shaft with firm, rapid thrusts. "We aim to conserve every single bit."

Dominique’s grip intensified, her hand stroking him with decisive, urgent pumps. Simultaneously, both women pressed their faces together, cheeks squashed, mouths stretched into wide, suggestive openings. Their broad, skilled tongues lay flat and trembling, poised like a hungry, polished target directly beneath the flared, leaking tip.

Peter’s cock pulsed and throbbed intensely between them. The shaft swelled even thicker, veins bulging like cords beneath the skin as the dark, intense head widened further, glistening with their shared saliva.

He let out a guttural growl, the sound tearing from his throat.

The initial explosive gush erupted with raw force.

A massive, substantial stream of semen shot directly onto Catherine’s tongue, driving deep into the back of Dominique’s throat.

Both women moaned deeply and loudly at the intense flavor—overpoweringly sweet, yet infused with a dark, musky, and dangerously addictive essence that instantly sparked a craving for more.

Their eyes flew open in sheer, avaricious astonishment.

The subsequent savage burst struck with even greater power, splattering a wide, sticky trail across Catherine’s cheek and down the bridge of her nose. The warm fluid immediately began to trickle towards her lips.

Another heavy, forceful jet flooded Dominique’s open mouth so densely that it spilled over instantly, streaming from both corners of her lips and cascading down her chin in messy rivulets.

They didn’t flinch; they didn’t retreat.

Instead, they pressed closer, their slippery, experienced tongues writhing and intertwining, frantically lapping at the pulsing head, competing to capture every fresh, potent surge as his cock continued its eruptions.

Thick, pearlescent semen painted their faces in wild streaks—smearing cheeks, coating lips, dripping from chins, and even falling onto their foreheads.

Heavy, powerful ejaculations landed on their elegant necks and collarbones, sliding down in slow, viscous trails. These saturated the fine fabric of their dresses, transforming pristine white satin into a ruined, clinging material.

Some potent shots missed their mouths entirely, striking the polished hardwood floor with heavy, indecent splats. Meanwhile, long, gooey strands clung to their skin, drenching their attire in sticky patches.

Peter gazed down, his eyes heavy-lidded, chest heaving. He watched as the two sophisticated, influential women willingly subjected themselves to being turned into a filthy, cum-drenched spectacle by him.

His cock persisted in releasing weaker, yet still thick spurts across their tongues and swollen, messy lips until the very last drops finally trickled out.

As the climax finally subsided, he released a low, contented chuckle, his voice still raspy.

"I’ve ruined your dresses," he commented, sounding anything but remorseful. "My apologies for that."

Catherine and Dominique both swallowed their collected bounty, their wet, shameless gulps echoing loudly in the quiet office. They looked up at him—faces smeared and shining with thick layers of his semen, lips plump and glossy, mascara beginning to streak in dark smudges—and shared a small, wicked, utterly satisfied smile.

Catherine raised a delicate eyebrow, her voice hoarse and strained. "You’re apologizing for the dresses… but not for our faces?"

Dominique let out a soft laugh, her wide tongue slowly tracing her lower lip to gather a thick glob of his sweet semen before she swallowed it with evident, lingering pleasure. "Typical Pete. Drenches two grown, powerful women in his load, and all he worries about is the fabric."

Peter grinned, still breathing heavily, his prominent cock giving one final, lazy twitch between their semen-smeared faces. "Can you blame me? You both look like this—completely covered in me. I wouldn't apologize for that… I'm rather proud, actually."

Catherine rose first, moving with an innate grace, even as her face, neck, and chest were streaked and dripping with his seed.

She stepped close and kissed him deeply, thrusting her agile tongue into his mouth, allowing him to taste the thick, sweet mess he had just unloaded upon them.

Dominique moved to his other side, her fingers languidly spreading the warm semen across her own cheek before sliding them into her mouth, sucking them clean with a soft, contented hum.

Dominique whispered intensely against his ear, her voice heavy with wicked promise, "We might just let you apologize for nothing."