Daddy Sucked My Tits Before The Show : Suckled Daughters 15

by Millie King

Book Cover: Daddy Sucked My Tits Before The Show : Suckled Daughters 15
Part of the Suckled Daughters series:

I’m a successful, charting pop-star and Daddy is my manager.  Before a big show we have a ritual that no-one can ever know about.  It started back when I was playing small bars, but now, in front of tens-of-thousands, we still keep it up.  Read as Daddy sucks the milk from my tits before the biggest stage performance of my life!

Excerpt:

I felt his grip relax.  I fought his belt open and then popped the top of his jeans.  I paused there and took a deep breath.  I was only moments away from the big reveal.  I could feel my heart beating fast and as it did so the milk pumped from my tits.  I’d become so excited that they’d started to express all by themselves.

“Are you sure about this?” he checked.

“I’m sure.”

I dragged at his pants and they dropped.  His boxer-shorts dropped with them and I saw the chiseled cut of his muscles that seemed to point downwards to that forbidden object within.

I followed the groove of his muscles as it ran from under his shirt.  It moved into his underwear.  I dragged down their waist to reveal more of his fuck-gutters.

“Yes!” I purred, noticing that he’d shaved.

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His hair was cut close with a tuft of manliness that sat above the shaft.  Shit, there it was!  The start of his cock.  It looked thick, but that wasn’t the half of it.  The lower I dropped his boxer-shorts the more the barrel of flesh continued.

Eventually it sprang up out of his pants.  I couldn’t help but giggle and cover my mouth.  Daddy was big.

“I told you there was no going back,” he said.  I looked up and noticed he was smirking.  He knew how big he was.

“Fuck, Daddy!  You’re huge.”

“I guess we were both blessed with something.”

Daddy wasn’t talking about my voice.

“Now what do you want to do?” he asked.

I was speechless.  “I—I want more,” I told him.

His hand came to my face and then moved to my neck.  I felt an excited chill as he gripped.  The blood-flow ceased.  My head tingled and Daddy moved his hips forwards.

His cock swung close to me.  I reached out and took him, gripping the barrel of flesh and pulling him close.

I let out a strained grunt and opened my mouth.  It ran over the smooth crown of his cock and plunged deep.  I spluttered a breath over him just as Daddy loosened his grip.  The rush of blood and oxygen flooded back, driving me wild.

I ran him into me as far as I could before pulling back slowly.  My lips stayed close around the barrel and I ran over the contours of his glorious cock.  I had to open my mouth wide enough to make my jaw ache, just so that my teeth didn’t graze him.

My tits dripped steadily the whole time.  They seemed in tune with my arousal.  The more excited I became the more my milk seeped through the tight aperture.  The fluid was curving down under my breasts and running down my stomach.

“My outfit!” I hissed.

I wiped the milk before it made it to my high waistline.

“You could always take it off,” Daddy offered.

I gave him another smirk.  Daddy took his cock and started to jerk it.  He looked like such a fucking man with that huge weapon in his hands.

“I could, couldn’t I?”

I looked at the clock again.  I had bags of time.  The crowd were still in high-spirits beyond, knowing that my show was imminent.

I popped the button on the waist and downed the zipper.  I turned around and pushed my ass out towards him.

“Take them off,” I told him.

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About the Author

Millie King writes naughty lactation erotica that'll leave you dripping, along with the main character!

Dominant men drain younger woman of their nectar, guzzling down their cream while getting harder and harder by the second until they have to get drained themselves!


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