God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

Kafka's hand slid from the crown of Olivia's head to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. His grip was firm, possessive.

"Deeper." He murmured, low enough that it made the women lean in instinctively. "Don't just play with the tip, Olive. You can do better than that."

Her brows knit, a muffled sound of protest buzzing around his girth.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

"That's it." He coaxed, rocking his hips forward just enough to press more of him past her lips. "Open wider...good girl."

She inhaled sharply through her nose, cheeks hollowing as she tried to accommodate him. The head stretched her jaw almost painfully, but she could feel his approval in the way his thumb stroked her temple.

From the circle, one of the employees whispered to the woman beside her. "God, look at her throat, it's already bulging."

Another murmured back. "I'd be gagging already." Her thighs pressed together.

Kafka's gaze flicked sideways, catching their rapt faces. "You see that?" He said, voice smooth but cutting through the hum. "She's never done this before...but she's already taking me deeper than most could dream of."

Olivia wanted to glare at him for the commentary, but her eyes fluttered instead when his other hand cupped the side of her face, guiding her down another inch.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

"That's it." He breathed. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat."

She tried, swallowing around him, and the wet sound made several of the women shift where they stood.

One of them, absently stroking the inside of her lower lips, said under her breath. "That sound...fuck, it's making me wet."

Another giggled breathlessly. "You already were."

Kafka smirked, clearly hearing them. "Don't be shy. You can rub yourselves all you want." He said without looking away from Olivia. "Enjoy the view. She's putting on this show for all of you."

Olivia whimpered, humiliated, but the vibration only made him groan quietly.

"Good." He murmured. "Now...a little faster."

His hand at her head tightened, urging her into a rhythm, down, up, down again, each descent taking him fractionally deeper.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Her hands had slid to his thighs for balance, nails biting through the fabric as her body tried to adjust to the sheer girth.

From her seat, June leaned forward unconsciously, lips parted. Her voice came soft but audible, "She's doing it. She's...really doing it."

Kafka glanced her way, his smirk widening. "And doing it well." He added, giving Olivia's hair a slow, encouraging stroke before guiding her down again. "Almost there, Olive. Show them how far you can take me."

The employees shuffled closer without realizing it, their circle tightening, breaths mingling. Some were openly rubbing their clits through damp fabric now, others palming their breasts, eyes locked on the sight of Olivia's lips stretching around him.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

Olivia's face was flushed pink, strands of hair sticking to her cheeks. Her eyes were glassy, half-lidded, and every time he pulled her up, a trail of saliva connected her mouth to him before she went down again.

"There it is." He said when she took him almost to the hilt, his voice breaking slightly with pleasure. "My girl...My dear Olive."

One of the bolder employees murmured "Lucky girl." and earned a chorus of quiet agreements, even from those who had moments ago called her 'poor thing.'

Kafka chuckled, still holding her steady. "Lucky...and obedient." His eyes swept the circle again. "The rest of you could learn from that."

Her only response was a muffled whine around him, the heat in her face almost dizzying.

Kafka's grip at the back of her head then loosened at last, and with a slick, wet pop she slid off him.

A thin strand of saliva clung stubbornly between her lips and the swollen head of his cock before snapping, leaving her mouth flushed and glistening.

"Haaa! Haaa! Haaa!"

She gasped for breath, one hand braced against his thigh, the other instinctively covering her lips as if to hide the state they were in.

"Don't hide it." He said, hooking a finger under her chin and tilting her face up to the circle of women. "Show them."

Olivia froze, eyes darting to the watching faces.

"Look..." Kafka told them, his voice warm but wicked. "Her lips are swollen from working me over...her spit all over my cock. Tell me that isn't the prettiest mess you've seen."

The women's eyes followed his hand as he stroked the length of himself, and the shine left behind by her mouth caught the overhead lights.

One of the younger employees pressed a palm to her own mouth and whispered. "That's...obscene."

Beside her, another, older, smiled faintly. "It's beautiful."

Olivia's blush deepened. "Kafi…Please don't..." She tried, voice barely audible, as though appealing to him for mercy.

He heard the plea but only smiled. "You think we're done? No, Olive...now we go further."

Her fingers tightened on his thigh. "No...not—"

"Shh." He stepped closer, keeping her in position. "You've already given them a taste. Now you'll show them what you can really do."

Several women shifted, the tension in the air sharpening. A few of them had abandoned subtlety entirely, fingertips moving in circles over their panties as they watched.

Even June, seated in her chair, exhaled slowly. Her gaze was fixed, unblinking.

Kafka looked around at all of them. "Every one of you wanted to know what was going on in that fitting room." He said. "You wanted to hear every sound, picture every movement. And I'm giving you more than that, I'm letting you see it, so I hope your appreciate this show."

He turned his attention back to Olivia, letting his thumb trace her cheek.

"On your knees, Olive. All the way down this time. No stopping."

Her breath caught, but she nodded, almost imperceptibly, before lowering herself again. The women leaned forward, their circle tightening until they could see every detail, the glistening head parting her lips, the way her jaw flexed to take him deeper.

"That's it." He encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Deeper...let them see you swallow me."

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

She did, inch by inch, until her nose brushed the base and her throat swallowed reflexively around him.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

The wet, choking sound drew a ripple of gasps from the audience and one of the women even moaned softly, pressing her forehead against the shoulder of the coworker beside her.

Kafka's hand rested firmly on Olivia's head, holding her there just long enough for her eyes to flutter shut, before pulling her slowly back. Strings of saliva stretched between them, breaking and falling onto her chest.

"Now..." He said, his voice full of pride and possession. "Turn your head, Olive. Let them see the mess you've made."

She obeyed reluctantly, tilting just enough for the women to see her mouth, shiny, flushed, with a faint tremble in her lips, and the glossy sheen still coating the length she'd just been wrapped around.

It was silent for a heartbeat, then one of the employees exhaled shakily. "…I'd dream about that for weeks."

Another laughed softly in disbelief. "I already will."

Kafka chuckled, glancing down at Olivia. "Hear that? You're making memories tonight."

Her eyes closed, mortified, but when his fingers stroked her hair again, she didn't pull away and started sucking again like she was already used to it.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"

Kafka's eyes drifted down as Olivia worked, her lips stretched wide, her throat struggling to accommodate him, and yet somehow still managing.

Every bob of her head made her heavy tits sway, the thin straps of her shredded lingerie doing nothing to hold them steady. They bounced, they quivered, they clapped faintly against each other with the rhythm of her effort. It was hypnotic.

But his focus narrowed on her nipples.

Still flat. Still sunken. Still refusing to peek out, even after all this humiliation, after being surrounded and stared at and praised.

He frowned slightly. 'So that's it? You won't respond to eyes alone, Mom?'

His mind flicked back to Abigaille, to the way Olivia had completely lost herself not by being watched, but by being shared, by the presence of another body, another set of hands.

Not voyeurism, participation.

Her thrill wasn't just exposure; it was being with another, being measured against another, having others join in.

The realization made his lips twitch into a knowing smile and in response, he tightened his hand at the back of her head, pushing her deeper.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

She gagged, throat tightening around him, but accepted it with a muffled whine, drool spilling down her chin. And as he let her slide back, strands of saliva dangling from the tip to her lips, his gaze lifted and swept the circle.

They were ready. Every one of them. Bras tugged aside, fingers sliding into damp panties, nipples pinched raw and swollen.

The sight of them pleasuring themselves openly, half shy, half shameless, was almost as good as the sight of Olivia on her knees.

Any of them would've jumped in if he crooked a finger...But his eyes landed immediately on June.

She was seated on the chair he'd placed for her, one hand gripping her crutch, the other pressed firmly between her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, faster than she probably realized.

Her eyes, usually sharp, managerial, composed, were wide, glazed, trembling. Like she was seeing God descend in flesh.

And Kafka's decision was instant.

He pressed Olivia deeper, her throat working desperately around him, then looked up and called out smoothly.

"Hey, June. Mind helping me out a little?"

"M-Me?" Her head snapped up, face paling at being suddenly called in this situation.

"Yes, you." His tone left no room for mistake.

Her lips parted, but nothing came out at first. Then, flustered beyond words, she blurted.

"Ah, yes! Yes, what do you...what do you want, dear customer?"

That sent a ripple of laughter through the employees, all of them smirking at her slip. June, realizing what she'd just said, flushed from her neck to her ears.

"Dear customer, hmm? Cute." Kafka arched a brow, amused. "But no, I'm not here to buy. I just want a favor."

His free hand gestured vaguely at Olivia's body, at her voluptuous curves barely contained by the shredded lingerie.

"It's something simple. Olive here told me she thinks she's gotten bigger. And looking at her…" He gestured at her breasts with a sweep of his hand, then at her round ass, jiggling with every bob of her head. "…hard to believe, right? But she swears it. So, I want her measurements taken. Right here. Right now."

The room went silent and Olivia froze mid-stroke, eyes wide, his cock still pressing against her lips.

"M-Measurements?" June squeaked.

"Yes." Kafka said smoothly. "Her tits. Her ass. Her waist. All of it."

June blinked rapidly, fluster breaking through her composure.

"Oh, of course, of course I can do that. I'll, um, take Olivia aside after this and—"

But Kafka cut her off with a chuckle, shaking his head.

"No, no. Not later. Now." He gestured between June and Olivia, his cock still stretching Olivia's mouth indecently. "She's right here, within arm's reach. What better time than now? Take her measurements while she's nice and flushed."

June's blush deepened, her chest rising and falling as if the very suggestion had winded her.

"R-Right now? While…" She faltered, glancing at Olivia's lips stretched wide around him, at the obscene bobbing of her head. "…while this is happening?"

Kafka tilted his head, pretending to consider. Then he smiled that disarming, merciless smile.

"Exactly...Or do you have a problem with that?"

June swallowed audibly. Every part of her screamed that she should refuse, but another part, buried deeper, screamed louder: say yes.

To be invited in, to have a role in this spectacle, to be pulled closer into Kafka's orbit, it was irresistible.

So, she exhaled shakily. "…N-No problem at all." She said at last, her voice trembling but certain. "I can do it."

"Good girl." His words stroked her like velvet and barbed wire at once.

June shifted awkwardly, then raised her voice toward the women clustered at the back.

"One of you, fetch me a tape...Now."

They blinked at her, startled, until she added with a flustered huff,

"…It's for the job, don't just stare!"

That broke whatever hesitation remained. One of the girls scrambled, giggling nervously as she darted behind the counter to get the tape, while the others whispered and watched with wide eyes.

Kafka's smirk meanwhile widened as he looked down at Olivia, still gagging softly around him.

"Hear that, Olive? The boss of the store is going out of her way to measure you right in front of everyone. Every curve, every inch. No hiding."

Olivia's muffled cry vibrated against him, her nails digging into his thighs, but she didn't pull away, knowing there was nothing she could do now that her son had made his decision...