Overwrite Lucius' seed

When he arrived at the hotel room, Tanya was waiting for him. Wearing black lingerie, eyes doused in desire and craving his body, her hair brushed and her arms under her bust.

The door clicked as it closed.

"Hello, Aaron Reigner~"

Her hands grabbed the back of his head as she pulled in for a kiss. She was hungry and pressed her body against him, hoping for a reaction. She got what she wanted. Something poked her stomach, a bulge in his crotch, and she smirked as she broke away.

"Are you excited?" Tanya asked.

He didn't bother with a reply. Instead, he grabbed her waist and heaved her up. Instinctively, her legs locked onto him and pulled him close. He carried her to the bed as they furiously made out. Her rouge lipstick smearing the sides of his cheek.

Aaron stripped, giving Tanya a hell of a show as he exposed his lean body. Then his boxers came off and his semi-erect cock plopped out. He could see the astonishment and the need to ravish the beast.

Tanya was addicted. Obsessed. The thing that swung between his legs. The third leg. The cock worth over eight million dollars. It meant more to her than her charity events.

"Lord," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand holding his dick by the base. "I told you at the charity, didn't I? I can't hold Lucius' like this. Mm. I'm sure he would be jealous." Her fingers couldn't touch. With both hands, it was possible but with one? No. Tanya looked carefully, invigorated.

The sight. The comparison. The cheating. The taboo nature. Everything spurred her on as she went faster and faster.

She had seen more than a handful of times yet it never ceased to amaze her. Watching it harden and throb and become wet with pre-cum…

Tanya shuddered. Her expression flickered between her sexual appetite and her self-control. The ever devouring feeling in her stomach or the nagging voice in her mind. Hearing Aaron grunt convinced her to make a choice. His voice was heavenly. Low and manly, controlled and passionate, everything a woman craved. Her fingers shifted around his member with a new resolve.

It was her choice. Her decision. She would suffer the consequences if need be.

But all she wanted right now was this massive white dick.

"Mm." Aaron caressed her head. His eyes had been observing her carefully. Her enthusiasm, no, her loyalty to his cock had grown. He hadn't even hypnotized her yet.

Tanya wasn't the most technically skilled in terms of handjobs. Cassandra had her beat by miles. Still, he enjoyed her enthusiasm and the contrast in complexion. Her dark chocolatey hands almost melting into his white cock.

He reached full mast. Tanya let out a little gasp and giggled. Over a foot long, multiple times longer than her husband or any cock for that matter, and it was for her pleasure. Her leisure.

"I want to be on top this time," she requested.

She was the boss, he supposed. He lay down on the bed, hard cock pointed upwards, as she appeared above. She squatted down, pulling her lingerie panties to the side, cunt dripping, and engulfed his member.

Her back arched as she cooed. "Ooh~! It's thick! Lord~!"

No matter how many times he took her in, the sensation of being stretched apart never stopped. Her pussy would adjust to its ordinary state, but when introduced back to his addicting meat, it went right back to being the waterfall it was. Inch by inch by inch, breathing with control as she kept going.

Then bam.

She had taken everything.

If there was one thing Aaron could appreciate about Tanya, it was her fat ass. Good god was it fucking addicting to slap and grope. His hands explored the black booty, fingers sinking in like quicksand.

Tanya laughed, panting, and eventually started pulling herself up and down.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

She was slow. Painstakingly slow. But each resounding clap nearly shook the room. He could feel and see her booty making waves.

"Am…am I doing good?" the fifty-year old woman asked, chest heaving. Her lingerie was in the way, hiding those MILF-y mounds.

Aaron decided to take matters into his own hands. He rose up, unlinked her bra, and allowed her tits to be exposed. He started sucking, learning from his experience with White Rabbit, and made her cry it in joy.

"W-wait, that's–ooh!"

His tongue lolled her dark nipples. His hands worshipped her tits. He felt her cum under his touch, shudder and quiver as he gifted her body with sensitive strikes.

"O-oh! Aaron. Mmph!" Tanya covered her mouth in shame. His cock was inside her, hot and throbbing, and his lips were sucking her soul.

Aaron moved gently. His girth made sure to stretch her walls properly. Her fluids trailed down him and he could feel her orgasm fast.

His tongue also tasted a slight amount of baby milk. She was a mother in her fifties, of course she could still breastfeed. After lolling and tasting it, which admittedly was too peppery for his taste, he pulled away. His tongue wiped away the white secretion and he rested his head back down.

Tanya was reeling over the ecstasy of orgasms, a moment of weakness that Aaron took advantage. His hips lurched up, the knob of his member reaching so deep inside Tanya felt the wind get knocked out of her.

"O-ooooh~!"

He started thrusting. Fucking. Destroying her cunt. Tanya wasn't ready. She was never ready–and never would be. Every time he plowed her ass, she succumbed to the tsunami of gratification. His cock, deep and wide, making her cum again and again. Her black booty made waves as his pelvis launched into her repeatedly. It was a mesmerizing sight, for sure. Watching her MILF body fall to his big fat cock, feeling her break and moan and whine.

"You're so goood~! Looord~! Aaron! Aaron~! AAARON~!"

Tanya called his name. Her tongue flopped out mindlessly. He went faster, harder. The claps of her ass cheeks became louder. Clap! Clap! CLAP!

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The room was nothing but her sweat and moans. Her tits went rampant, uncontrollable. Her lingerie, long forgotten and to the side, might have been useful here. Aaron grabbed them. Groped them. His fingers pinched her nipples and she hiccuped. Tears streamed down her cheeks as his cock penetrated her deepest parts. Aaron dominated. He always dominated. His balls bounced between his legs. His member rose up and down her cunt. The smile on his face widened. He could feel the pressure, the deep sensation of release. The recoil of her ass, smacking him in a rhythmic beat, was remarkable.

When he came, he came hard. His white hot load overwrote everything her husband had done in the past three decades of their marriage. It was all gone, replaced by the essence of a white man–of Aaron Reigner.

The storm ended. His cock stopped throbbing. Tanya had collapsed on top of him, utterly drained of her energy.

"Tanya?" Aaron called out.

Thirty seconds later, she raised her head. Aaron blinked twice. Her eyes were empty, like a puppet's.

"Oh, right. My hypnosis ability." He exhaled. Tanya's gaze was fixated on him unnaturally. "Jeez. I don't want mind control everytime I cum."