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Fantasies of a Milk Slut Chapter Four
5/9/2006 7:32 am Last Read: |
You call me at work a week after our ice cream sundae experience. I dont answer, you leave a voicemail saying, Meet me at the Radisson Hotel at eight o'clock tonight, wear something sexy and prepare for a fun night. Youve been away on a business trip for the last week so we havent been able to play your little games and you havent been able to milk me so I have many bottles of milk saved from pumping all week long. I show up at ten minutes til eight and ask the clerk at the desk what room youre in. She says youre in room 69. I walk down the hallway and find the room, insert the key and walk in. The room is lit by candlelight, there are rose petals leading me to the bathroom. There is a Jacuzzi full of bubbles, more candles and a note from you. Baby, relax in this bubble bath and Ill be there in about an hour. Luv ya, Me. 45 minutes later I hop out of the tub, put on some perfume, let my hair down, and start getting dressed. You walk in the room to find me lying across the bed wearing a black leather corset leaving my breasts available for your pleasure, black knee-high fishnet nylons, black high heels, black thong and garter belt. You crawl onto the bed, straddle me, whisper, you look so damn sexy in my ear and pull two pairs of handcuffs out of your pocket. You use one pair to hook my left arm to the bedpost and the other pair to hook my right arm. You then take out a blindfold and cover my eyes with it. My mind starts racing, wondering what youll be doing to me, whether youll be rough or gentle . The next thing I feel is you restraining my legs and strapping them to the end bedposts. Im spread-eagle on the bed, helpless to your plans. You bind my tits with rope and then tie the end of the ropes to the bedpost making my boobs point to the ceiling. I feel you start to rub something on my nipps, I recognize the smell its the baby oil. You then go up my body and start to kiss my lips, your chest sliding around my nipples. You whisper in my ear, Daddys so hungry, Ive been waiting to taste your boobie juice all week, and I need to taste you Mommy. You give my nipples a little tweak, which wets my nipps. You walk away for a minute and Im sure its for you to get the breast pump but you dont. You return with rubber bands, and snap what seems to be 10 on each breast. Then you attach something to my nipples. It totally encompasses my nipps and areolas. Its some sort of collection bottle to hold the milk you pull out of my milk cartons. You grab on to the collection bottles and pull down on them. I can feel that they have a tight grasp on my breasts, even the hardest pulls by your hands do not pull the bottles off. I feel milk spray from my knockers. You pull, and pull, and pull. I moan, enjoying having my boobs milked. You unhook the bottles from my tits, quickly drink the milk and return them to my awaiting nipples. You flip me over onto my stomach; I find that pulling is not the only way to excrete the milk, pushing them into my breasts worked as well. You run your finger up the part of my thong covering my ass. You start to give my ass quick, playful slaps. I say, Oh, you can do better than that. You respond by spanking my ass, again, then again. You kiss up my body til you get to my shoulder blades. Since my arms are attached to the bedpost, you have full access to the sides of my boobs. You give each side a nibble, then bite into the right breast and pull your mouth away, with my knocker still in your mouth. You repeat this with the other teat. You climb off my back and decide to make yourself more comfortable. I can hear you taking off your pants, unbuttoning your shirt, and I expect to hear the noise of moving clothing stop but it doesnt. You remove your boxes as well. You turn me back over and remove the lactation devices and drink the pint of milk that was produced. You un-strap my legs, remove the rope from my boobs (but leave the rubber bands), and take the blindfold off my eyes before un-handcuffing me. You sit down next to me and we cuddle while watching the nightly news. You say, What do you think about taking the lactation fetish to the next level? Its Friday so wed have all weekend to work on it, and since we both really enjoy the fetish. I think its a good idea. What do you mean by taking it to the next level? How would we do that? Well, a nursing baby eats about every 2-3 hours, so I think it would be a good idea if, this weekend, to get your milk really flowing, I nursed from your breasts every 4 hours and you pumped every two hours. On the two hour increments that I also nurse off of you, you would only use the pump for a half an hour, but on the increments I dont nurse, you would nurse for a full hour on both sides. What do you think about that? I dont know sounds like a lot of work are you sure you really want to do that? That means youll be waking up every four hours and Ill be waking up every two Ill be a zombie when I have to go back to work on Monday. I already called your work and told them you wouldnt be in on Monday you can sleep then. At the times Im nursing, Ill let you sleep and attach the pumps when Im done. I bought a timer to put on them so it will go off after a half hour so the only times youll have to wake up is the times when youre pumping without me nursing. Okay, lets go for it but Im exhausted and really in need of a good cum.You pull the sheets away from my body and start to nurse. I rub my cunt and cum. As Im falling asleep I hear the familiar hum of the breast pumps pulling at my tits. You wrap your arms around me and pulled me close. You kiss my cheek and then drift off to sleep. |
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