Milked by the Billionaire (Lactation Sex Erotica)
When busty, heavily lactating Anna Carson answers a mysterious billionaire’s advertisement for a “milk whore”, she’s unexpectedly treated to a marathon session of suckling, nursing, masturbation and much more!
Readers, be warned that this 3500 word short story contains breast fetishism, lactation, female ejaculation, tit fucking and a hard cock sliding deep into a creamy, milky pussy... More
When busty, heavily lactating Anna Carson answers a mysterious billionaire’s advertisement for a “milk whore”, she expects her interview to be a simple case of show-and-tell.
But when the billionaire sees her obvious pleasure in being milked, she’s unexpectedly treated to a marathon session of suckling, nursing, masturbation and much more!
Readers, be warned that this 3500 word short story contains breast fetishism, lactation, milking, nursing, female ejaculation, masturbation, tit fucking and a hard cock sliding deep into a creamy, milky pussy! For adults only.
Milk was now flowing freely from Anna’s nipples, becoming whiter and creamier as the seconds passed. The relief from the pressure in her aching, swollen breasts was fast being replaced by another ache between her legs and an intense tingling in her nipples.
Marcus cupped Anna’s breasts in his two hands, receiving them from her own hands like a gift. The mass of veined, engorged flesh spilt over, bulging between his fingers and running with milk which spurted out at each manipulation.
Allowing them to fall heavily down, their length stretching them almost to Anna’s waist, Marcus rolled the nipples between his fingers. Milk squirted onto his hands and he brought them to his mouth, licking delicately at the creamy fluid with his tongue.
“Is it acceptable, sir?”
Marcus nodded, his lips moistened with Anna’s milk. “It’s delicious. I’ve never tasted milk like it.”
Grasping one breast in his whole hand, he pulled firmly downwards and sent a thick stream of milk flowing into his other cupped palm. Lapping greedily at this reservoir, he continued to milk Anna like a cow, her juice covering his hands and splattering onto the floor.
At each tug of his hand, Anna felt her pussy gush out more fluid. Her labia were now engorged beneath her tight jeans, aching and pulsing with the need to be touched. But would that be unacceptable in an interview? She glanced at her interviewer, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he drank the milk from his hand in eager gulps.
He couldn’t see her. Surely one little touch would go unnoticed?
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