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Authors: Lila Harvey
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Katie’s dad left me, and my panties were already growing wet at the thought of my tit in Michael’s mouth. My breasts were starting to tingle, too, and if I didn’t get out of that coffee shop soon my shirt was going to be dripping wet.
“Okay. Where?”
“Get into your car and follow me.” When he stood up, I noticed that he was sporting a very sizable erection that was straining at the front of his pants. My pussy tingled. I hastily grabbed my tea and my purse. I needed to get out of there. Now.
He followed me to my car and opened the door for me. I watched him get into his shiny black Mercedes. Clearly, he had money. I followed him through the winding streets of a nice residential neighborhood, careful not to lag too far behind in case I lost him. He pulled onto a concrete driveway shadowed by oak trees. The house was brick. Simple, but nice and well-maintained.
Michael stepped out of his car and spread his arms wide.
“This is it! Home sweet home.”
“It’s lovely.” I grabbed my purse and shut my car door behind me.
“Come on in.” He unlocked the front door and pushed it open for me. I followed him into the spacious living room. “Have a seat.” He gestured to his large leather couch.
I sat down, feeling like my heart was in my throat.
“So…what next?” I asked nervously.
“Before we start, if at any point you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop, just say so.”
“Okay.”
He sat down next to me on the couch and turned me so that I was facing him. He traced a circle around my areola with his thumb, and my nipples instantly peaked.
“Unbutton your blouse.” With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall away from my breasts, exposing the nursing bra underneath. He cupped by breasts in his hands, massaging them, getting my milk ready. I hadn’t pumped in hours, and my breasts were very full and firm. He flicked open the clasp on one side of my bra, freeing my tit. He brought his mouth down to my erect nipple and flicked it with his tongue, moistening my skin. I moaned, feeling the tingling in my breasts mirrored in my pussy. He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked, his expert tongue knowing exactly how to work my breast. He massaged my other breast while he sucked, and within seconds I could feel the pressure that meant that my milk was letting down. He moaned around my tit as he suckled hungrily, lapping up my sweet, creamy milk. I slid my hand down between my thighs and rubbed myself as he sucked. He freed my other breast and turned his attention to it, my milk already flowing and dripping onto my skirt.
The pleasure was almost too much. I loved feeling his mouth sucking me dry, his satisfied noises as he drained me of my milk. I pushed my panties aside and slid a finger inside my needy pussy, finger-fucking myself while Michael nursed from me. I reached over and starting stroking his rock-hard cock through his pants, loving the way that it grew under my touch.
“Mmm…” he moaned. “Your milk is even better straight from the source. It’s so creamy and thick and sweet.”
“Want to know what else I taste like?” I pulled my fingers from my cunt and held them up to Michael’s lips. He greedily sucked my juices off of my digits.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips as though he was savoring a fine wine.
“Mmm...like honey,” he purred.
I stood up and slid my panties off, leaving my skirt in place.
“Would you like a little more?”
Overcome with desire, I pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his face before he could reply, pressing my soaked snatch against his mouth.
His tongue lapped me from my clit down to my slit and he dug his fingers into my ass, holding me steady. He drew my throbbing bean in between his lips and sucked. The sweet, sharp sensation was almost enough to send me into convulsions. Rivulets of my milk flowed from my breasts and down my
“Okay. Where?”
“Get into your car and follow me.” When he stood up, I noticed that he was sporting a very sizable erection that was straining at the front of his pants. My pussy tingled. I hastily grabbed my tea and my purse. I needed to get out of there. Now.
He followed me to my car and opened the door for me. I watched him get into his shiny black Mercedes. Clearly, he had money. I followed him through the winding streets of a nice residential neighborhood, careful not to lag too far behind in case I lost him. He pulled onto a concrete driveway shadowed by oak trees. The house was brick. Simple, but nice and well-maintained.
Michael stepped out of his car and spread his arms wide.
“This is it! Home sweet home.”
“It’s lovely.” I grabbed my purse and shut my car door behind me.
“Come on in.” He unlocked the front door and pushed it open for me. I followed him into the spacious living room. “Have a seat.” He gestured to his large leather couch.
I sat down, feeling like my heart was in my throat.
“So…what next?” I asked nervously.
“Before we start, if at any point you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop, just say so.”
“Okay.”
He sat down next to me on the couch and turned me so that I was facing him. He traced a circle around my areola with his thumb, and my nipples instantly peaked.
“Unbutton your blouse.” With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall away from my breasts, exposing the nursing bra underneath. He cupped by breasts in his hands, massaging them, getting my milk ready. I hadn’t pumped in hours, and my breasts were very full and firm. He flicked open the clasp on one side of my bra, freeing my tit. He brought his mouth down to my erect nipple and flicked it with his tongue, moistening my skin. I moaned, feeling the tingling in my breasts mirrored in my pussy. He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked, his expert tongue knowing exactly how to work my breast. He massaged my other breast while he sucked, and within seconds I could feel the pressure that meant that my milk was letting down. He moaned around my tit as he suckled hungrily, lapping up my sweet, creamy milk. I slid my hand down between my thighs and rubbed myself as he sucked. He freed my other breast and turned his attention to it, my milk already flowing and dripping onto my skirt.
The pleasure was almost too much. I loved feeling his mouth sucking me dry, his satisfied noises as he drained me of my milk. I pushed my panties aside and slid a finger inside my needy pussy, finger-fucking myself while Michael nursed from me. I reached over and starting stroking his rock-hard cock through his pants, loving the way that it grew under my touch.
“Mmm…” he moaned. “Your milk is even better straight from the source. It’s so creamy and thick and sweet.”
“Want to know what else I taste like?” I pulled my fingers from my cunt and held them up to Michael’s lips. He greedily sucked my juices off of my digits.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips as though he was savoring a fine wine.
“Mmm...like honey,” he purred.
I stood up and slid my panties off, leaving my skirt in place.
“Would you like a little more?”
Overcome with desire, I pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his face before he could reply, pressing my soaked snatch against his mouth.
His tongue lapped me from my clit down to my slit and he dug his fingers into my ass, holding me steady. He drew my throbbing bean in between his lips and sucked. The sweet, sharp sensation was almost enough to send me into convulsions. Rivulets of my milk flowed from my breasts and down my
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