under her panties. She pressed harder, then lighter, then harder again, fucking herself against my proboscis as her friend fucked my ass.
Dee began to get more intense, her thrusts harder and deeper, while Marla continued to bump her love button against my nose faster. The hand on my cock gripped tighter. I couldn’t take it anymore and, despite trying to ask permission against the gusset of Marla’s panties, I erupted. The hand on my cock squeezed and milked me through orgasm and soon my ears were filled with the muffle stutter cry of Marla as she reached her own climax on top of me. Dee followed suit just a second thereafter, her cock twitching and jerking inside of me.
The ladies slowly got off and out of me. I lay there, dazed, while Marla fetched a warm washcloth for me to clean up with. Playtime now over, she walked me downstairs and gave me directions back to my car.
I was both turned around and boggled by the events of the previous two hours.
The following Monday at work, Marla didn’t say anything or act any differently towards me. We continued our pleasant working relationship from then on, but every Friday night (until the company relocated her) we would meet at The Grasshopper and adjourn back to her loft for more extracurricular activity.
Open-Minded Wet Nurse
The local free magazine hosts a wide variety of interesting personal ads. The one that caught my eye a few weeks back started with the line: "Open-Minded Wet Nurse."
A woman was renting out her lactation ability. A visit to the URL provided, along with a few phone calls, shed some more light on the offer. The woman, Mistress Sue, also provides a wide array of other fetish fulfillment but her "hook" is her continued lactation.
Having never tasted breast milk, I was incredibly curious. Moreover, I had some great conversations with Mistress Sue. Though she’s a professional Dominatrix, she didn’t put on the typical airs that so many unprofessional professionals tend to do. No "bow, yield, kneel!" from the word go. Instead, we talked like two rational human beings, discussing our likes, dislikes, and curiosities.
When we met, Mistress Sue wore a lovely red outfit of lace. A bustier, thigh high stockings, garters, and panties.
She welcomed me with a hug and a whisper in my ear: "There’s Mommy’s little slut."
My knees melted a bit at her words while other parts of me stiffened significantly. She helped me out of my clothes and into a pair of pink panties.
"Oh, she’s such a cute little girl," she cooed, rubbing her long fingernails over the silky drawers.
Mommy laid me down on a king-sized bed. The room was darkened, lit only by candles. I could smell the soft scent of her skin, feeling the warmth of her fingers as she pulled my testicles out from the panties and attached a set of electrodes. She sat next to me, her fingers toying with my nipples, sending ripples of desire through me along with a slow, low current of energy that built. She kept her eyes locked to mine, breathing in time with me as I began to feel the prick of electricity build to what felt like a steady thump against the underside of my cock, as if it were a metronome.
She lowered the intensity of the electricity before lifting one of her breasts out of her bustier. "Is my baby hungry?"
I nodded, unable to speak, so excited by the idea of what might occur next.
She lowered her breast to above my mouth and, squeezing on either side, sprayed a thin stream of warm, sweet milk onto my waiting tongue. It was wonderful. I felt it run down my tongue and I savored the taste all along its path. She sprayed again and then put her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and suckled, trying to find the way to get her milk from her breast. I worked her breast as best I could until I finally found a way to get the milk out with the pressure of my mouth.
Mommy began satisfying my thirst, my hunger, my lust, with her delicious breast milk. I could feel it dripping down my tongue and I
Dee began to get more intense, her thrusts harder and deeper, while Marla continued to bump her love button against my nose faster. The hand on my cock gripped tighter. I couldn’t take it anymore and, despite trying to ask permission against the gusset of Marla’s panties, I erupted. The hand on my cock squeezed and milked me through orgasm and soon my ears were filled with the muffle stutter cry of Marla as she reached her own climax on top of me. Dee followed suit just a second thereafter, her cock twitching and jerking inside of me.
The ladies slowly got off and out of me. I lay there, dazed, while Marla fetched a warm washcloth for me to clean up with. Playtime now over, she walked me downstairs and gave me directions back to my car.
I was both turned around and boggled by the events of the previous two hours.
The following Monday at work, Marla didn’t say anything or act any differently towards me. We continued our pleasant working relationship from then on, but every Friday night (until the company relocated her) we would meet at The Grasshopper and adjourn back to her loft for more extracurricular activity.
Open-Minded Wet Nurse
The local free magazine hosts a wide variety of interesting personal ads. The one that caught my eye a few weeks back started with the line: "Open-Minded Wet Nurse."
A woman was renting out her lactation ability. A visit to the URL provided, along with a few phone calls, shed some more light on the offer. The woman, Mistress Sue, also provides a wide array of other fetish fulfillment but her "hook" is her continued lactation.
Having never tasted breast milk, I was incredibly curious. Moreover, I had some great conversations with Mistress Sue. Though she’s a professional Dominatrix, she didn’t put on the typical airs that so many unprofessional professionals tend to do. No "bow, yield, kneel!" from the word go. Instead, we talked like two rational human beings, discussing our likes, dislikes, and curiosities.
When we met, Mistress Sue wore a lovely red outfit of lace. A bustier, thigh high stockings, garters, and panties.
She welcomed me with a hug and a whisper in my ear: "There’s Mommy’s little slut."
My knees melted a bit at her words while other parts of me stiffened significantly. She helped me out of my clothes and into a pair of pink panties.
"Oh, she’s such a cute little girl," she cooed, rubbing her long fingernails over the silky drawers.
Mommy laid me down on a king-sized bed. The room was darkened, lit only by candles. I could smell the soft scent of her skin, feeling the warmth of her fingers as she pulled my testicles out from the panties and attached a set of electrodes. She sat next to me, her fingers toying with my nipples, sending ripples of desire through me along with a slow, low current of energy that built. She kept her eyes locked to mine, breathing in time with me as I began to feel the prick of electricity build to what felt like a steady thump against the underside of my cock, as if it were a metronome.
She lowered the intensity of the electricity before lifting one of her breasts out of her bustier. "Is my baby hungry?"
I nodded, unable to speak, so excited by the idea of what might occur next.
She lowered her breast to above my mouth and, squeezing on either side, sprayed a thin stream of warm, sweet milk onto my waiting tongue. It was wonderful. I felt it run down my tongue and I savored the taste all along its path. She sprayed again and then put her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and suckled, trying to find the way to get her milk from her breast. I worked her breast as best I could until I finally found a way to get the milk out with the pressure of my mouth.
Mommy began satisfying my thirst, my hunger, my lust, with her delicious breast milk. I could feel it dripping down my tongue and I
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