thing didn’t want to close.
Already my milk leaked, soaking my bra and running down my stomach. With a tug,
the fleshy globes squished together and I worked the button into its hole.
It popped off and flew across the room.
“To hell with it then.” I stared down my body. I had curves
in all the right places, a bit extra on top, and it all showed—defiant and
completely unapologetic for bursting out of my clothes. My fully exposed
cleavage could hide an entire DVD case.
Six months ago I’d had my baby. Chloe, my little girl, was
having her first sleepover at grandmas while mommy was gonna go out and get
some. It’d been a while. Not since the one night stand that’d ended with a
sweet baby and these gorgeous tits had I had a cock. I licked my lips and ran
my fingers over the tops of my breasts. I’d never had my boobs fucked. Time to
do something about that. At least, I should take advantage of this hot-to-trot
mood. Besides that one-nighter, I really didn’t do things like this. Things I
I’d do tonight.
The moment I told Tim to set me up, I knew I’d seduce my
blind date no matter what the man looked like. Besides. Tim was okay. His
friend would be, too. I didn’t worry he’d be a serial killer or anything. I
just worried he’d be too uptight for a no-strings one-nighter.
I smiled and my skin shivered.
My nipples puckered against the black lace that barely
covered them and poked straight out, pushing the shirt even further to the
side. Milk dripped through the thin material. I didn’t care. I threw a
thigh-length jacket on, slid on my fuck-me red stilettos, and left the
apartment, a bounce in my step.
It was time. Tim said I’d recognize the car. I shrugged and
shut my door behind me.
Outside at the curb, I opened my coat a bit and the breeze
caressed my bared skin. The sound of evening traffic had a different feel and
the hot scent of city reminded me of lurid nights. I sucked it into my lungs.
My leg showed nearly to my cunt and my tits struggled to surge out of the top
of my coat. A long black car, maybe a limo—what did I know?—screeched to a halt
and the back door threw open. A sexual thrill made my breathing go rough.
Someone was in the back.
My blind date.
I climbed in and a low masculine grunt made my pussy go wet.
“Like what you see?” I purred.
*
Strawberry in Cream (Milk & Board #2)
By Elsa Silk
(Lactation sex, lactation fetish, masks, erotica, adult
breastfeeding, breastfeeding fetish, strawberries, food sex)
The silver foil wrapped package had a red silk mask tying it
shut. My hands trembled as I picked it up off the floor outside my apartment
door and brought it inside.
There was no doubt who it was from. I knotted the damn
strings trying to untie it. It was a shame to ruin the mask. It brought tingles
to my pussy imagining the uses for it. The lid slid off and a whiff of Devin’s
cologne made me giddy.
The cream parchment paper of a note fluttered.
My beautiful Cindy,
Wear this tonight. I’ll be there at 5 p.m. with a
reputable babysitting service paid for until 11 p.m. when I will return you to
your door. The sitting service’s card is enclosed.
--D
I sank to the floor and fingered the sexy texture of the
yellow dress in the box. My mind whirled at the high-handedness. Devin
couldn’t’ dress me. He couldn’t decide when I’d go out. I hadn’t even seen his
face, not fully. I didn’t know him. Sure, we’d shared some incredibly amazing
petting, but he didn’t own me.
But my body betrayed me. My pussy swelled at the thought of
finally getting that big cock. I hadn’t made up my mind to go until I was all
dolled up, in the damn yellow dress that clung like it was painted on, and the
door chime sounded. My red fuck-me stilettos didn’t go with the dress, but the
mask trailing in my fingers told me he wanted them. I clacked to the door, and
stared at the red polish on my nails as I held the knob. I hesitated. But I
turned it.
I knew what he wanted,
Already my milk leaked, soaking my bra and running down my stomach. With a tug,
the fleshy globes squished together and I worked the button into its hole.
It popped off and flew across the room.
“To hell with it then.” I stared down my body. I had curves
in all the right places, a bit extra on top, and it all showed—defiant and
completely unapologetic for bursting out of my clothes. My fully exposed
cleavage could hide an entire DVD case.
Six months ago I’d had my baby. Chloe, my little girl, was
having her first sleepover at grandmas while mommy was gonna go out and get
some. It’d been a while. Not since the one night stand that’d ended with a
sweet baby and these gorgeous tits had I had a cock. I licked my lips and ran
my fingers over the tops of my breasts. I’d never had my boobs fucked. Time to
do something about that. At least, I should take advantage of this hot-to-trot
mood. Besides that one-nighter, I really didn’t do things like this. Things I
I’d do tonight.
The moment I told Tim to set me up, I knew I’d seduce my
blind date no matter what the man looked like. Besides. Tim was okay. His
friend would be, too. I didn’t worry he’d be a serial killer or anything. I
just worried he’d be too uptight for a no-strings one-nighter.
I smiled and my skin shivered.
My nipples puckered against the black lace that barely
covered them and poked straight out, pushing the shirt even further to the
side. Milk dripped through the thin material. I didn’t care. I threw a
thigh-length jacket on, slid on my fuck-me red stilettos, and left the
apartment, a bounce in my step.
It was time. Tim said I’d recognize the car. I shrugged and
shut my door behind me.
Outside at the curb, I opened my coat a bit and the breeze
caressed my bared skin. The sound of evening traffic had a different feel and
the hot scent of city reminded me of lurid nights. I sucked it into my lungs.
My leg showed nearly to my cunt and my tits struggled to surge out of the top
of my coat. A long black car, maybe a limo—what did I know?—screeched to a halt
and the back door threw open. A sexual thrill made my breathing go rough.
Someone was in the back.
My blind date.
I climbed in and a low masculine grunt made my pussy go wet.
“Like what you see?” I purred.
*
Strawberry in Cream (Milk & Board #2)
By Elsa Silk
(Lactation sex, lactation fetish, masks, erotica, adult
breastfeeding, breastfeeding fetish, strawberries, food sex)
The silver foil wrapped package had a red silk mask tying it
shut. My hands trembled as I picked it up off the floor outside my apartment
door and brought it inside.
There was no doubt who it was from. I knotted the damn
strings trying to untie it. It was a shame to ruin the mask. It brought tingles
to my pussy imagining the uses for it. The lid slid off and a whiff of Devin’s
cologne made me giddy.
The cream parchment paper of a note fluttered.
My beautiful Cindy,
Wear this tonight. I’ll be there at 5 p.m. with a
reputable babysitting service paid for until 11 p.m. when I will return you to
your door. The sitting service’s card is enclosed.
--D
I sank to the floor and fingered the sexy texture of the
yellow dress in the box. My mind whirled at the high-handedness. Devin
couldn’t’ dress me. He couldn’t decide when I’d go out. I hadn’t even seen his
face, not fully. I didn’t know him. Sure, we’d shared some incredibly amazing
petting, but he didn’t own me.
But my body betrayed me. My pussy swelled at the thought of
finally getting that big cock. I hadn’t made up my mind to go until I was all
dolled up, in the damn yellow dress that clung like it was painted on, and the
door chime sounded. My red fuck-me stilettos didn’t go with the dress, but the
mask trailing in my fingers told me he wanted them. I clacked to the door, and
stared at the red polish on my nails as I held the knob. I hesitated. But I
turned it.
I knew what he wanted,
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