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

Kafka tilted his head, completely amused with what he was seeing.

Two women had already squirted puddles across the tiles, and from the wet slapping noises filling the hall he knew the others weren't far behind.

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

Fingers plunged, knuckles rubbed, the air trembled with the sticky rhythm of a dozen pussies being fingered and stretched. They were close, so close to breaking again.

But what held his attention most wasn't the chorus of masturbating women, or even the mess they were making of his floor.

It was Olivia's chest. Her massive breasts swung as she bobbed, her nipples, those stubborn, hidden things, finally showing themselves. Not fully. Not yet.

Just halfway out, pink tips trembling, teasing the air like they were testing if they dared emerge.

Kafka's grin sharpened. They were almost there. Almost out. He only needed one final push, one final shock to break Olivia's body completely open. He knew exactly what to do.

But the women were seconds from cumming, and he wasn't about to let their climaxes steal the thunder from his Olivia's revelation.

"Up." He ordered softly and Olivia blinked, muffled protest vibrating against his sack but he simply replied saying, "Stand up, Olive. Stop crouching and stand and stick that fat ass out for June. Don't stall now."

Confused, embarrassed, but too dazed to resist, Olivia obeyed. Her lips popped wetly off his balls, a string of spit dangling, and she staggered upright. Even as she rose, her body bent forward instinctively, back arched, ass jutting out perfectly in front of June's face.

June's breath caught audibly. The view was obscene. Inches away from her eyes, Olivia's ass filled her vision, huge, round, heavy, the twin globes trembling as they wiggled.

Olivia barely had time to pout before Kafka seized her head and then to her shock, shoved her forward.

"Mmm—!" She squealed, muffled, as his cock surged into her mouth.

No warning. No hesitation. The thick shaft slammed past her lips, spreading her jaw wide, pushing until the blunt tip battered the back of her throat.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh! Nnnn!♡~"

Her eyes bulged as the fat rod invaded her neck, her nails scrabbling at his thighs as he held her steady and began to thrust.

"Ahhh, fuck." Kafka groaned, hips snapping. "That's it. Open that pretty throat, Olive. Take it all like the good little cock-sleeve you are."

The women gasped in chorus.

"He's...He's fucking her throat—"

"She's actually taking it, oh my god—"

Drool spilled down her chin as he pumped, using her mouth like it was just another wet hole for him to rut. Her gagging echoed under the studio lights, slick and obscene.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

And then Kafka, still thrusting mercilessly, looked directly at June. "June. Listen up. I have one more task for you."

Her head jerked up, startled. "Y-Yes?!"

"I'm going to fuck her ass later." He said casually, eyes glinting. "Her little pink hole is begging for it. I can't resist stuffing myself inside. But first, I need to know if she can take it raw...or if I'll have to prep her with toys."

Olivia choked around him, her eyes rolling, humiliated beyond belief as his words sank in.

Kafka smirked, still sawing into her throat. "That means, June, I want you to measure her asshole. Right now. Tell me the exact size. Then I'll know what I can do to her later."

The request hit like a slap. June's eyes went wide, her cheeks flaming. "W-What?! H-her...anus?!"

Olivia's muffled scream vibrated down his shaft.

"Y-You can't be serious, that's—"

"I'm completely serious and there's no one else I'd trust with it." Kafka cut her off with a dark chuckle. "It's your responsibility. I need numbers, June. Not guesses."

She stammered, flustered. "T-This is too much, I-I've never...never measured—"

Before she could finish, Kafka shifted his gaze sharply, his tone commanding.

"Don't waste time. Look at her—"

He yanked Olivia's head back, letting his cock slide free with a wet gasp, spit and precum drooling down her chin.

"Her throat's full. Her body's loose. That little asshole will be relaxed right now. If you don't take the measurement now, it'll tighten again. And then I'll be flying blind."

Olivia moaned helplessly around his cock, saliva streaming down her chest, her ass still stuck out inches from June's face, while the women circled, trembling, rubbing their clits harder.

"Do it…" One whispered.

"I want to see…" Another gasped, twisting her nipples until she cried.

June shook her head faintly, lips parting like she wanted to refuse. But Kafka's eyes were on her, sharp and commanding, the same eyes that had bent every other woman here to his will tonight.

"Do it now, June. Tell me exactly what I need to know. Or would you rather I shove it in blind and tear her apart?"

June froze. Her mind blanked, caught in a daze, every thought drowned by the echo of his command.

The entire circle of women had gone quiet except for their desperate fingering, all of them looking expectantly at her, as though she were the hinge on which the whole show now swung.

And then she glanced at Olivia.

Olivia's eyes were glassy, watery, her cheeks flushed crimson. Her mouth stretched wide, gagging around Kafka's cock as it rammed the back of her throat again and again.

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

Spit and precum spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping onto her chest. And still, even in that humiliating, filthy state, she turned her gaze toward June, eyes wide and pitiful, silently begging.

Begging her not to do this, not to touch her anus, not to measure such a shameful place.

June's heart hammered. She wanted to refuse. Every bone in her body screamed to say no.

But then she saw him...Kafka's eyes.

They wasn't angry. weren't harsh. They were calm, steady, a small smile playing on his lips. A look that said: I trust you. I know you'll do it. This is your task, and I've already given it to you.

And something inside her shifted. She didn't want to break that look. Didn't want to break his trust.

So, her hands clenched into fists. She swallowed hard. And finally, in a shaky voice, she said,

"I'll...I'll do it. I'll measure her anus."

The reaction was immediate. Olivia whimpered, throat muffled by his cock as he slammed deep again, saliva spraying. The other women gasped, their eyes flashing with sultry delight, while Kafka's grin widened.

"Good girl." He purred.

June then looked down at Olivia's rear, trembling. The sight of it so close, round and firm, cheeks pressing together around the tight star hidden between them, it was almost too much.

She hesitated again. "B-But...I can't do it alone. She's...She's too big. I-I can't spread her apart by myself…"

Kafka chuckled, the sound dark and smooth. "Then you won't. You'll have help."

He then snapped his gaze to the crowd. "You two. Hold her open."

Two of the older women stepped forward instantly, cheeks flushed with both lust and obedience. Each one took a handful of Olivia's plump flesh, prying her ass apart with slow, deliberate strength.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmmmm!♡~"

Olivia let out a muffled, broken cry around his cock, her body jerking, her cheeks burning as she felt herself opened up, exposed like never before.

And then it was visible.

Her anus.

The women leaned in, eyes wide, as if they'd uncovered some hidden jewel. Pink, delicate, tightly wrinkled, pulsing faintly as though it were breathing.

Not a crude hole but something oddly beautiful, like a pearl hidden in an oyster, shimmering with obscene allure.

Even June gulped. 'God...it's actually...pretty.'

Kafka's chuckle rumbled through the hall.

"I know...I know what you're all thinking." He said, as though reading every thought in the room. "My Olive's got a perfect little ass. No wonder you're all staring like it's art." His smile sharpened. "But enough gawking. It's time we measure this little hole."

"...But before that, me loosen her up a little bit."

Before anyone could question what he meant, he leaned forward, licking his middle finger until it glistened wet. Then, without hesitation, he pressed it right into her exposed anus.

"MMMMPHHH!"

Olivia's cry was strangled by his cock. Her whole body shuddered violently.

The women also gasped in unison, some rubbing their clits furiously, unable to look away.

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

Kafka then pushed deeper, his finger spreading her, sliding in with obscene squelching. He leaned down, voice sharp and filthy.

"You like that, don't you? Mouth stuffed, ass stretched. My little slut wants both holes full. You act innocent, Olive, but this is what you've always wanted, to be ruined front and back, at the same time."

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

Olivia's whole body trembled. Her anus loosened under the pressure, gripping his finger, relaxing further with each thrust.

"Plop!♡~"

His grin widened as he pulled his finger free, the ring now twitching, open wider than before.

"Perfect. Nice and gaping." His cock shoved deep down her throat again, gagging her. "Now, June. Take the measurement. Tell me exactly how tight this filthy hole is."

June's hands shook as she took the tape, her breath shallow. She looked at the gaping, twitching anus, so close she could see every delicate wrinkle.

The sight made her shiver. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, kneeling in front of her own employee's ass, in front of everyone, about to measure her anus while Kafka throatfucked her.

But she couldn't stop now.

So, slowly, she pressed the tape against Olivia's anus, sliding it across the pink star, pressing deep enough to gauge its breadth, while Olivia's body convulsed in response, her muffled moans vibrating against Kafka's cock as tears streamed down her face.

The room held its breath.

And then June whispered, her voice trembling:

"Three centimeters. Her anus is...three centimeters."

The women gasped in unison.

Kafka's grin widened.

But June wasn't done. She blinked down at the number again, then let out a soft, almost incredulous laugh.

"Three centimeters…? T-That's so small. There's no way he can stuff his cock inside. Not like this."

"You'll need...a lot of additional help." She looked up, eyes wide, the words coming out of her mouth without even thinking about it. "Or else I'm sure that this tiny hole would tear apart if you tried anything raw."

The words were like a trigger.

The refined, elegant tone in which June uttered something so depraved, calmly assessing the size of another woman's anus, declaring that more "help" was needed for her to take a cock, it broke the last thread of restraint in the room.

It was as if a chain reaction exploded in their bodies all at once.

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

"Ohhhhhh fuck!♡~" One of the employees shrieked, fingers plunging fast into her dripping pussy as her back arched. "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh my god I can't stop!♡~"

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

Another fell against the wall, rubbing both nipples furiously, crying out, "Ahhhhhh it's too much! Watching Miss June of all people say that, hnnnnghhhhh!♡~ I've never come like this in my life, I'm squirting!♡~"

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

A third knelt, spread-legged, her hand a blur on her clit as she howled, "My pussy, ahhh, my pussy is squirting!♡~ It's gushing, I can feel it spraying!♡~ Ohhhhhh god, oh god, I'm cumming so hard!♡~"

And indeed, the floor became a mess of slick wetness.

Juices splattered violently, streams arcing from trembling thighs, staining the studio's polished floor. The sound of wet slapping, of dripping, of women's cries filled the hall like a chorus of lewd angels fallen from grace.

Even the ones who had their breasts big enough to take their nipples into their mouths twisted and sucked on themselves shamelessly, moaning around their own flesh, squealing, "I'm spurting!♡~ Ahhhhh I'm spurting everywhere, my juice, my pussy, all of it, ahhhhhh!♡~"

The chain reaction spared no one.

Not even Olivia.

Pinned between Kafka's cock and the eyes of all those women, hearing June report the humiliating size of her most private place, she broke.

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

Her whole body seized up, thighs clamping around nothing as liquid gushed violently from her pussy. She screamed around his cock, muffled, choking, her throat bulging as his shaft kept pounding down into her gullet.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

The gush sprayed beneath her, a hot torrent splattering across her own legs, the measuring tape, even the shoes of the women holding her ass cheeks apart.

"Olive..." Kafka growled, grin feral. "You're cumming just because they measured your ass. What a filthy little slut, you are."

Her eyes rolled, tears streaming, but her body betrayed her, trembling with wave after wave of wet release.

And then, Kafka himself snapped.

With one final brutal thrust into her throat, he groaned, low and commanding, "Take it all!"

The flood came.

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

Hot, thick, endless ropes of cum burst down her throat, flooding her gullet in a torrent she couldn't control.

"Cough! Cough! Ahem!"

She gagged and sputtered, choking, trying to swallow, but there was too much. Her throat convulsed, her cheeks ballooned, and white seed spilled from the corners of her mouth, cascading down her chin in obscene streaks.

Still he came.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~

Even as Olivia collapsed from her own violent squirting orgasm, body crumpling forward, legs weak and trembling, Kafka's cock was still erupting.

His seed sprayed across her face, her hair, streaked her back in messy white lines as she slumped onto the floor, ass still spread wide by the two stunned employees.

And his climax didn't stop with her.

The sheer volume of it, the force of his release, spurted so far that it painted the women standing nearby.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

Thick ropes lashed across breasts, across stomachs, even onto faces. One woman squealed as cum struck her cheek, another moaned in shock as it dribbled down her cleavage.

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

Instead of pulling away, they reveled in it, some smearing his cum on their nipples, others licking it from their own skin, their cries mixing with the wet slaps of their fingers still pumping their pussies raw.

"Ahhhh, I'm cumming again!♡~" One screamed as his seed dripped down her body.

"On my face, on my face, he painted me, ahhhhhh I can't take it!♡~" Cried another.

The hall became chaos. Women collapsing to the ground, squirting and shaking, their underwear ruined, the floor slick with juices and cum, the scent of sex so thick it hung like smoke.

And in the middle of it, June.

The refined, cheerful store manager sat trembling in her chair, the measuring tape still clenched tight in her shaking hands.

She stared at the floor, at the writhing pile of women reduced to lustful wrecks, at Olivia's gasping, cum-streaked body, and finally Kafka standing tall above them with his cock still glistening, dripping, the undeniable source of this madness.

Her breath came shallow, chest heaving, eyes wide in awe. She could barely think, barely even breathe, but one thought crystallized clear and sharp in her mind,

'This isn't my store anymore. This isn't even the same world.'

Her fingers dug into the tape. She bowed her head low, trembling, unable to stop herself.

'He's not just a man at the moment.'

'He's the king of lust, and we're all in his kingdom of debauchery.'