Milked By The Billionaire (Domination, Lactation, and Bondage Sex)
Robyn has a very specialized job. She provides milk to men who desire it. They pay her a lot of money... but one client is special. He's richer than any other client and he has far more specific tastes. Can Robyn endure the kinky scenarios of the billionaire? More
Robyn has a very specialized job. She provides milk to men who desire it. They pay her a lot of money... but one client is special. He's richer than any other client and he has far more specific tastes. Can Robyn endure the kinky scenarios of the billionaire?
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Sam's smile faded and he regarded her with a cool gaze. “Remove your dress,” he ordered. “I'll strap you into the machine.”
For the first time in her career of selling her milk to men, Robyn was feeling nervous. She tried to hide it, giving her hips a sexy shake as the dress fell down her body. It didn't do any good.
Sam took her by the wrist and led her to the machine. He had her kneel and showed her where she should rest her head. Her head and lower belly were all that were supported. Her knees rested on the ground. Thankfully, it was padded. She felt a strap being pulled around her head and trembled as it tightened. Another slipped around her midsection. Thankfully she was given some slack there, but when Sam took her wrists and tied them, she began to sweat. She was feeling a little trapped. She'd never been tied up like this before. She hadn't had any idea of how helpless it could make her feel.
More straps secured her ankles. Robyn was now truly helpless. She couldn't move at all, could barely open her mouth to speak. Her only view was of the floor beneath the machine. She was beginning to wonder how she would be milked when she felt Sam attaching something to her nipples. It felt like some sort of suction device, and she couldn't suppress a shudder. He was going to milk her like some... cow!
Robyn felt tears welling in her eyes. This was no breastfeeding then a blowjob. This was serious stuff! She felt something pressing against her vagina, and gasped. He was sliding something inside her. It wasn't his cock, it was something artificial. A dildo? She felt part of it pressing against her clit too. She guessed it would start running whenever he started the milking process.
Sam spoke to her. “This is the culmination of years of experiments. Drinking from the breast is the most inefficient milking process. Pumping can capture much more milk, especially if the pumps are of sufficient quality. But the final step is to introduce sexual stimulation. I found that women will express so much more milk if they're aroused. So this machine is designed to do that.” He leaned down next to her and whispered into her ear, “Put simply, sugar, it's going to milk you and it's going to fuck you.”