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

Kafka glanced down at Olivia, his cock resting heavy against the inside of cheek, her lips still wet with spit and precum. His palm cradled the back of her head, thumb stroking her hair almost tenderly as he spoke in a low, commanding tone.

"Easy now, Olive. Don't bob too much. June's got work to do, and I don't need you choking on me while she's trying to measure you."

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

Olivia's eyes darted up to his, wide and pleading, his cock still brushing the corner of her lips.

"Mmm?!?!"

She gave a muffled whimper, as though asking what else he could possibly want of her.

"That mouth of yours won't go to waste, so don't worry, Olive."

Kafka's smirk widened and then tilted her chin, dragging his thick shaft out of her mouth and across her face until it rested against her temple like a brand.

"But for now...use that pretty tongue of yours on my balls instead. No jerking, no sudden moves. Just suck my balls nice and slow, like a good girl. Let them all watch how filthy you can get, while June takes you're measurements."

A ripple went through the room.

"Oh my god." One of the employees whispered, already rubbing harder between her legs. "He's actually making her—"

"...lick his balls…" Another gasped, voice high with disbelief, though her fingers moved faster inside her panties.

The air thickened with wet sounds as several women began openly fingering themselves, bras sliding off shoulders, panties tugged down around thighs.

Some discarded them entirely, standing shamelessly half-naked in the bright lights, their arousal glistening in open view.

Hearing this suggestion, Olivia froze, trembling, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted to shake her head, to tell him she couldn't possibly, yet the memory of Abigaille flashed in her mind.

Abigaille kneeling with that same casual defiance, taking him in her mouth so shamelessly, and Kafka's usually unreadable face actually scrunching with pleasure.

The image burned in Olivia's thoughts, and before she could stop herself, her thighs quivered and dampness pooled between them.

And to prove that she wasn't worse then her best friend, she swallowed hard, then pulled his cock from her lips, dragging it across her face, leaving a trail of wetness on her skin as she turned to stare at the heavy, swollen orbs hanging before her.

Sniff! Sniff!

The smell of him hit her nose, thick, musky, manly. She inhaled shakily, and her pussy clenched hard, a squirt of slick threatening to drip out.

"Stop sniffing and start licking, Olive."

He pressed her head down with a smirk and in response, her lips trembled. Then, gathering her courage, she leaned in and pressed a timid kiss to one ball.

"Kiss!♡~"

The skin was smooth yet wrinkled, alien yet enticing. Her stomach flipped, but her curiosity only grew. She licked once, shyly.

"Lick!♡~"

Then again.

"Schlurp!♡~"

And soon, unable to hold back, she was lapping at them in earnest, her tongue broad and wet, lathering them like she was trying to bathe him in spit.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

"Ohh, fuck, she's actually doing it." One employee moaned, twisting her own nipples hard as her other hand shoved her fingers deep into her soaked slit.

"Look at her, like a hungry puppy." Another gasped, pumping two fingers into herself with shameless speed. "This is so vulgar, it's insane, and yet I-I can't stop watching! Why is this so hot and steamy?!"

Olivia clung to Kafka's thighs for balance, tongue dragging along every wrinkle and curve, slobber dripping down his sack.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

His cock bobbed against her hair, smearing her with the scent of his arousal as she sucked one ball into her mouth, cheeks hollowing.

Kafka exhaled sharply, hand tightening in her hair.

"Mmm, good girl, Olive. Just like that. Abi showed you how, didn't she? Suck them nice and deep...don't let go." His eyes flicked to the crowd. "Enjoy it, ladies. Not every day you get to see something this obscene."

The women moaned louder, some grinding against one another now, thighs slick, nipples swollen and glistening. The sound of wet flesh filled the hall.

Kafka then looked down at June, who sat frozen, watching Olivia bob between his legs in disbelief. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

"Don't just stare, June." Kafka said smoothly, his tone shifting into command. "She's busy with my balls now. That means, she won't be making sudden movements and you can start and do whatever you need to do."

June jerked, as if snapped out of a trance. "Oh...yes. Y-Yes, of course."

"Good...Then start with her ass." Kafka said, as if it were the most natural request in the world. He gave Olivia's rear a swat, making it jiggle. "Olive says her ass has gotten so big she can't fit into her clothes anymore."

"...Let's see if that's true. Measure that jiggling piece of meat hanging off her."

June's throat worked as she swallowed hard, her hand shaking faintly as one of the girls handed her a soft measuring tape.

"Olive, stick that fat ass out." Kafka gave Olivia's head a gentle push, grinding his balls against her lips as he spoke. "Give June a good view. Don't make her chase it."

Mortified, Olivia whimpered, but obeyed. She shifted onto her hands and knees, ass jutting out shamelessly in June's direction, her round cheeks wobbling as she adjusted.

June's breath caught. Right in front of her face was Olivia's ass, enormous, pale, perfect. Every jiggle, every ripple, right there within reach.

"Good girl." Kafka praised, stroking Olivia's hair. "Now hold still. June's going to measure how much you've grown."

June's fingers trembled as she looped the tape around Olivia's hips, her fingers brushing against soft, warm flesh. Her face burned, sweat gathering at her temple.

Tighten!

She then tugged the tape tight, sliding it across the curve of Olivia's ass until she caught the other end. Her fingertips grazed the slope of Olivia's cheek, and both women shivered at the contact.

"Don't be shy, June." Kafka chuckled, watching them. "Grab it firm. You won't break her. She's sturdier than she looks."

Hearing this, June pressed her lips together, then squeezed tighter around Olivia's ass to hold the tape in place, her palm sinking into the softness. She swallowed again and forced herself to glance at the numbers.

Her voice then came out faint, shaky, but audible.

"…One hundred and thirty-five centimeters."

The room erupted.

"Oh my!" One woman gasped, her fingers plunging faster into her slick folds. "135.. I never expected to hear such a high number!"

"It's almost double my waist" Another cried out, massaging her clit feverishly.

Hearing these comments, June's face burned hotter, her hands lingering against Olivia's flesh longer than necessary before she snatched them back, clutching the tape to her chest like it would shield her shame.

"One hundred thirty-five." Kafka's grin widened. "Hah. See that, Olive? Even your boss confirms it. That's not just an ass. That's a weapon. A miracle."

The women moaned in agreement, their own cries growing louder as fingers pumped faster, while Olivia whimpered around his balls, humiliated and aroused beyond reason.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Kafka then didn't waste a second. His hand stroked lazily down Olivia's damp hair, then he looked toward June with a casual smile that carried the weight of command.

"Alright..." He said smoothly, his voice carrying over the wet slurps echoing from between his thighs. "We've got the ass measurement...now let's check the waist. Olive here keeps whining that she's gotten fat."

He tilted his head down at her, smirking as her lips sealed tighter around one of his balls.

"But look at her, slim as ever. Isn't that right, June? Go on. Prove her wrong."

Olivia whimpered around him, humiliated by his words but too lost in the heat to stop. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, treating his ball like a rare fruit, her tongue swirling as if desperate to swallow it whole.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

The obscene wet noises drew fresh gasps and moans from the women around them.

June's fingers trembled as she fumbled with the tape. But this time she was more responsive, more automatic.

"Y-Yes, of course." She muttered, her voice steadier than before as she tossed the tape around Olivia's narrow middle, pulling it snug while Olivia's lips smacked obscenely around Kafka's sack.

The tape pressed into Olivia's soft skin, cinched tight around her tiny waist. June's eyes flicked to the number, and she blurted it before she could stop herself.

"Seventy-five...seventy-five centimeters."

The room erupted.

"Seventy-five?! Only seventy-five?!" One employee cried out in disbelief, clutching at her own flat stomach.

"She's got tits that big, an ass that fat, and a waist that small?!" Another moaned, tugging at her nipples. "It's unfair, it's so unfair!"

A third, her hand furiously pumping in and out of her slick pussy, shook her head with a blissed-out smile. "Some people are just built different. Blessed. Divine. She's not even human…"

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, mortified. Her muffled cry against his balls vibrated through him, but Kafka only grinned wider.

"No wonder it's so easy to wrap my hands around you, Olive." He murmured down at her, his tone mocking and affectionate all at once. He pinched her waist with one hand, feeling the tape still snug around her. "That tiny waist...it's like you were made for my grip."

He groaned low in his chest as her tongue fluttered against him, her cheeks bulging with the effort of sucking him deep. "Mmm. Damn. And you're taking my balls like a champion too."

Then his eyes lifted to June again, and his grin sharpened.

"Alright. Move on to her breasts. That's what I really want to know. I already know how heavy they are, hell, they could replace barbells at the gym, but I want the exact size. These monsters deserve a record."

At his words, Olivia's nipples, which until now had stubbornly stayed hidden, gave the slightest poke, pressing faintly against the cut slits in her bra.

And Kafka raised a brow, realizing his plan was working.

The situation, the humiliation, the eyes on her, June's hands...it was making her so wet, so overwhelmed, that even her sunken tips were betraying her.

June flushed hard, staring at Olivia's chest that was quite far away since she was right under his balls at the moment.

"I...I can't reach her like this." She admitted shakily. "Not from the chair. And with my leg, I can't crouch down. Someone else will have to—"

But to her surprise, Kafka shook his head sharply. "No. I'll put her where she needs to be...You don't need to move."

Olivia moaned around him, her eyes hazy with submission, finally getting used to the sensation of sucking his balls.

But just when she was starting to enjoy it, Kafka suddenly grabbed her head and tugged her off his sack. His cock slapped wetly against her face as she gasped in shock, lips shiny with spit.

"K-Kafi!" She whined, pouting.

"Calm down, Olive." He smirked down at her. "I know how much you want to suck them more. Your eyes are begging me. You want my sack in your mouth, gargling like mouthwash. Don't you?"

The employees whimpered as one, fingering themselves furiously at the vulgar words.

"But right now you'll lean back so June can measure you properly." Kafka tilted her chin back with two fingers. "Don't glare at me, since you'll get them back in your mouth soon enough."

Olivia pouted harder, before then turning to glare at June as if to blame her. And June actually shivered, trembling under that look, and fumbled with the tape quickly, desperate not to delay Olivia's filthy indulgence.

She looped it around Olivia's chest, the tape stretching across spit-slick, hickey-marked flesh, the massive weight of her breasts squished forward as she pulled tight.

June's breath caught when she saw the number.

"…One hundred thirty."

She whispered, then louder,

"One hundred thirty centimeters. Her bust is one hundred thirty."

The room exploded again.

"One hundred thirty?! That's, oh god—"

"She's not human." One moaned, sliding two fingers inside herself with a sloppy squelch.

"She's a succubus." Another sobbed, massaging her own flat chest with envy. "I can't take this—"

Olivia barely heard them, as she has more important matter to take care off.

The moment the tape was yanked away, she lunged forward again, pouting but needy, stuffing Kafka's balls back into her mouth with a moan.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

She sucked like a starving woman, slurping so hard both spheres bulged her cheeks, spit spilling down her chin. Her eyes rolled back as she gargled him like she never wanted to stop.

Kafka groaned, his head falling back, fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck...Olive...greedy little slut...you want both of them, huh? Hah. Look at her, ladies, like she wants to swallow my whole sack."

And the vulgar sight of Olivia's erotic face as she desperately sucked his balls was too much.

The women screamed, several of them hitting their peak right then, squatting to the floor or grinding against chairs.

"I can't hold it anymore! I-I'm cumming!" One cried, squatting down and squirting across the tiles.

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

"Me too, oh god, I'm cumming, cumming—!"

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

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

Juices splattered the floor, slick and messy, the scent of sex thick in the hall and the group writhed in their underwear, shameless, overcome by the sight of Olivia's desperate, filthy worship.

And still Olivia sucked, not even caring about what's happening around her, frantically, like she was trying to make up for every second she'd been forced to stop...