Chapter 232 - 233: Can’t Feel Anything

Chapter 232: Chapter 233: Can’t Feel Anything

"I-is it really possible to do that comfortably..?" one man muttered under his breath.

"M-maybe? I don’t know for sure... but I want to see it with my own eyes. Maybe... uhmm, I can gain a better understanding of how it works..."

"No... this is for our own education, too. I want to learn this technique to try and make my wife... well, happier," another whispered with pitifully wishful thinking. Little did he know how tragic his delusion was; his poor wife was already tasting deep anal sex right then and there—not from his shabby, disappointing twig of a cock, but from the divine, massive dick of the Savior!

"I-i hope so... I don’t know why, but I just can’t control my hands anymore..." another man confessed, his free hand furiously stroking against the wall while his flushed face pressed flatly against the cold surface.

Those miserable, pitiful men were lost inside their own wild, depraved fantasies, remaining totally oblivious to the real identities of the voluptuous MILFs dancing and begging on stage for the Savior’s thick cock.

"What a grand celebration of lust. Now I finally got a unanimous response from the voters. Please, step closer and feast your eyes on this view!" Owen stepped forward, aligning his body so the audience had a crystal-clear side view of his heavily veiny, throbbing dick.

"Ng... Savior... Fuck my asshole! I want your massive cock to utterly ravage my insides!" the top MILF cried out with absolute, unfiltered ecstasy, aggressively wagging her plump ass in a perfect doggy-style posture right above the human sandwich formed by the other two women.

"Eager, aren’t you? Are you perhaps thrilled that so many watching men can see your absolute desperation, my lovely little slut?" Owen thrust his hips forward, though he deliberately let his heavy shaft slide teasingly between the wet pussy and the open mouth of the woman positioned just below.

"Savior... Ahnn... Give me your dick. I want it so badly... Please, I am begging you on my knees..."

"Ohh, it’s good that you know your place. But please, try to act with a little dignity, my perverted devotee," Owen scolded playfully as his hips slapped rhythmically against her soft flesh, bouncing in a steady, hypnotic tide that made the explicit display look even more intensely erotic.

"I don’t care about dignity anymore, Savior... All I want is your dick. Your big, fat dick buried deep inside my asshole." She instinctively spread her puckered asshole as wide as she possibly could, terrified of losing the golden opportunity handed to her.

"How about you beg a bit louder for the audience? Look at the fellows down below. They can barely hear your sweet pleas," Owen taunted, intensifying his teasing, shallow thrusts—just enough to keep her on the absolute edge of madness, making her soak the floor beneath them.

"Ngnn... ahnn... I’m begging all of you... Please, I am begging... I want a big dick inside me. I really, really want it... ahn, ahn!" she wailed shamelessly as a fresh, sharp slap echoed across her bare buttocks.

"Louder, hehe. I want to hear you project that voice. Act like a true, insatiable MILF who desperately needs a brutal anal pounding." Owen grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head upward.

"Ngnn... ughn... yes... hehe, I want to get fucked so hard. Please spank me more... ride me like your personal, obedient slut..." She had completely abandoned all lingering traces of shame, blurting out filthy words without a single shred of restraint. It was now or never for her.

Most of the men in the crowd were stroking themselves into a frenzy now, finding it physically impossible to resist the temptation when she was being treated so degradingly right in front of them. Their own marital experiences felt entirely different—they had always made gentle, loving sex, never a rough, animalistic pounding that could break a woman’s inhibitions and turn her into a howling, begging slut.

N-no, I would never treat my wife like that... She is far too innocent for this kind of filthy exhibitionism. Who on earth could that woman actually be? Whose wife is up there on that stage...? That terrifying thought raced through every husband’s mind, though they desperately clung to the comforting hope that their own wives were safely at home. After all, the woman up there had to belong to the stranger who called himself the Savior.

"Good enough, hehe. You certainly outdid yourself this time. Okay lads, let me show you how to truly conquer a mature MILF!" Owen gripped her hair even tighter, forcing her neck to crane back at a sharp angle.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

Without any further warning, Owen perfectly aligned his thick, hot dick with her twitching, weeping asshole and slammed his entire length deep inside in one powerful push!

"Ngn! Ahn... ahn... Fuck me harder... ahn! Ah, Savior, I don’t care who is watching anymore... ahn, just do it faster... ahn-ah!" She completely lost her remaining grip on sanity as Owen drove deeper and deeper into her tightest passage.

"Chill out, my devoted pet. How about you loudly declare that you don’t care about your boring husband anymore? Don’t worry, no one down there will ever figure out who you really are." Owen leaned his mouth close to her trembling ear.

"Ngn... ahn... ahn... W-what if my husband... somehow finds out..."

"He won’t, I assure you. They are all convinced we are just wandering strangers putting on a public teaching seminar. Don’t worry your pretty head about it..."

"Ngn... ahn... O-okay... I don’t care anymore, I’ll say it!" She frantically nodded her head in submissive understanding. The elaborate mask she wore successfully disguised her true facial features, and her natural voice was warped enough that nobody would ever associate her with this scene. In everyday life, she was viewed as a dignified, respectable woman—it was completely outside her normal profile to beg shamelessly for a massive cock while dozens of men stared openly!

"Ngnn! Ah, Savior... Fuck me harder! I honestly don’t give a damn about my husband anymore! Ah, I love it so much... Do it rougher!"

"Good, excellent response! Heh... Do you love my big dick way more than your husband’s pathetic little twig?"

"Ngnn... Yesh! Ahh... ahn... My husband’s things are so small and weak that I can’t even feel anything when he touches me... He is completely pathetic compared to your magnificent, giant cock!" she broadcast loudly enough for nearly every man in the audience to hear every devastating word.

The surrounding husbands felt as though their chests had been pierced by invisible daggers; they could not help but swallow hard as the bitter, crushing truth threatened to break their hearts.