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Fantasies of a Milk Slut Chapter Three
5/9/2006 7:33 am Last Read: |
I return from a long day of shopping with an arm load of packages. Did you buy anything for me? you say, barely looking away from the football game on TV. If youre lucky I might share some of it
I whisper in your ear and give you a kiss. I leave to start putting my purchases away. You follow, intrigued by my statement and kiss
So, what DID you buy? Oh, nothing
You slap my ass. You finish watching the football game
Ill tell you about it later. Oh dont you worry about the football game. You say, and then you grab my nipples through my tight t-shirt. You pull me close to you and kiss me hard on the lips. You work your way down my neck, my head rolls back, enjoying your kisses. You stop and whisper in your ear, Tell me what you bought or this will be the last of the kissing for the next week. Knowing how much willpower you have, I knew you could actually go a week without kissing me. I brought some lingerie, a few new toys and a nursing bra. Your cock hardens, I think I need a fashion show. Ill be out watching the rest of the second quarter of the game, and I expect to see you out in the living room in one of those outfits in the next five minutes. You leave the room. I quickly change into the nursing bra, garter belt, blue thong, knee-high fishnet nylons and high heels. I walk out to the living room and there you are rubbing the bulge in your pants. Come here and let me get a closer look you say, with *that* look in your eye. I walk slowly over to you with an innocent look on my face, I slowly unbutton one of the sides of the nursing bra, revealing my tit showing you the easy access the new bra provides. VERY sexy I think we should get some use out of that your baby hasnt had much to eat today and hes getting a little hungry...GO GET YOUR PUMPS NOW! Yes, master. I say and quickly turn and leave the room. I come back two minutes later carrying both my breast pumps; youre holding rubber binders and the handcuffs. You motion to me to sit down on the couch next to you. You cuff my hands together and then put my hands behind my head. You unsnap the sides of my nursing bra and slide the rubber bands around the base of my teats. Finally you turn both pumps on and unleash them on my milk bags. Suddenly you pull the pumps off and say, Oh, wait a minute, I forgot. You leave the room and come back with the baby oil. You slather the oil on my tits and then turn the pumps back on and attach them to my boobies. After my teat has been fully sucked into the horn of the breast pump, you turn them off. Lets just leave them like that until the end of the *game*. Im not sure whether youre talking about the football game or the game you seem to have started playing with my boobs.Every ten minutes you turn the pumps on briefly to regain full suction of my nipps and then give each of my breasts a quick but powerful slap. The football goes into triple overtime. Ive now had the pumps on my tits for nearly an hour. My nipples are a nice dark shade of purple. Finally the game ends, your team lost which makes you mad. You pull the pumps off my tits and check the amount of milk that has collected in the bottles. The amount of milk does not satisfy you. You reach over and grab my nipples and pull me to an upright standing position and lead me by my nipples into your bedroom. You move my cuffed hands from in back of my head to in front of my body. On all 4s, milk slut cow I get down on my hands and knees. You locate a large glass and place it underneath my left udder. You proceed to milk my tit. After another 20 minutes of hard pulling on my boob, you release it, give it a smack and then move to the other side and repeat the process on my right udder. I begin to moan from the pleasure of having my tits emptied and from the pain youre causing by pulling my breasts towards the floor. You finish milking me then snap my bra shut, leaving the binders on my boobs. You leave the room with the glass of breast milk. You do not instruct me to get up so I stay on my hands and knees.I hear you call me from the other room, Milk slut, get your ass and milk cartons in here. (A new name for my breasts you thought of while you were gone.) I walk into the living room, and there you are. Stand on the couch, now. I climb onto the couch, and you now have an eye-to-boob view of me. Those boobies of yours have been lactating for a month now and they barely fill a glass with milk this disappoints me. You snap my nipple clamps on me with 20 oz. weights on each side. The weight being added to the clamps makes me feel like Im going to fall off the couch but manage to maintain my balance. You grab my arm and swing me around so my ass is available for your use. Without warning you begin to spank me. Each spanking causes my breasts to shake, weights to pull more at my nipples and me to writhe in pain. After 10 minutes you give my ass a quick kiss and whisper you are amazing Amy you have pleased me. You pick me up and carry me into the bedroom. You toss me onto the bed and climb on top of me. You take the right clamp off and give my tit a little suckle to relieve the pain of the blood rushing back to my nipple. You do the same to the other side. I look at you, smile and say, Would someone like a second helping of milk? You say, no, but speaking of milk, Ive got an idea Ive been dying to try. You leave the room and come back quickly with a pint of strawberry ice cream, a can of whipped cream, hot fudge, and maraschino cherries. You tell me to hold my breasts together and slide a large spoonful of ice cream between them, and a small spoonful on my navel. You then spray whipped cream onto each nipple, and top my whipped cream covered *cherries* with maraschino cherries. You slowly start to lick the ice cream off my navel, then kiss your way up to my boobs. You suck the whipped cream off my nipples and give each one a little nibble as you eat the cherries off me. Then as the ice cream between my cleavage begins to melt, you lick the drips that are traveling down my stomach. Quickly your tongue lashes out and grabs the ice cream between my breasts. With your cold tongue, you kiss up my neck, lingering at my ear, giving it a little nibble, then our lips meet and we kiss passionately. You mentioned a while back that you would be interested in playing with hot wax, but also mentioned that chocolate sauce was fun I thought Id combine the idea and wed play with hot fudge sauce. You take some and drizzle it across my knockers and then down my stomach, making a small pool of hot fudge when you reach my navel. Letting it cool for a minute, you begin to slowly kiss my lips. Then your tongue feverishly starts licking at the hot fudge on my stomach, avoiding my breasts and navel. Just when I believe that youre going to lick the sauce off my navel and save my tits for last, you move up and suck the chocolate off my breasts slowly making sure not to miss a drop. After my tits are completely clean you go down to my navel and suck the hot fudge sauce out of it, then insert your tongue as if your tongue was making love to my navel. I sit up and flip you over onto your stomach; I straddle your ass, my knees squeezing your hips. I start to massage your shoulders as I kiss your neck. Then my hands work their way up to your hair and my lips travel down your back, kissing every inch of it. When I reach your lower back I sit up and run my fingernails lightly down your body, leaving only light red marks. I bend down and whisper in your ear, Are you enjoying this? as I bend down to whisper, you feel my still-bound knockers and perky nipps bounce against your back. You respond, Mmmmmmm. I decide to give you a little different kind of erotic back massage. I work my breasts down your back, bouncing, my nipples poke into each inch of your back. I feel your cock start to harden. I sit back up and move off your ass. I start to massage your ass, a little roughly. I then lay down next to you on my side. You turn on your side and we start to make out. Our hands go down our own pants and we masturbate while continuing to make out. We cum and then fall asleep in each others arms. |
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