Draining My Milk : Suckled Daughters 22

by Millie King

Daddy makes a visit to help me fix a leaking faucet, but winds up noticing a bigger leak entirely!  He can’t help but notice my dripping tits as the milk leaks through my t-shirt and soon his curiosity is getting the better of him.

I don’t need a doctor, I just need to good, hard suckling.  Read as Daddy drains me, and I return the favor by making sure he leaves satisfied!

Excerpt:

“They’re very special tits,” he said, and he held my shoulders and stared.

I bit my lip, wondering whether to move this to the next level or even how to move it to the next level.  It isn’t every day that your Daddy develops a deep attraction to your breasts.

“Do you want to see?” I whispered, saying the words so quietly that I could deny I said them if I didn’t get the reaction I wanted.

“Now?  Here?”

I nodded.

“Please,” he said.  He took a step back.  “Show me.”

I took a deep breath and felt the wet t-shirt hug around my tits.  I gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head, feeling my tits drop out from beneath and hearing Daddy swoon soon after.

“Fuck, Sophie.  They look incredible.”  He stepped forwards and put out a hand.  “Can I?”

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I nodded, dropping the shirt.  I looked at his hand as it touched me.  It felt warm against my breast.  He stroked his thumb over the nipple as it steadily eased out droplets of white.

“It’s just leaking,” he said.

The nipple stiffened beneath his touch, and I closed my eyes.  I let out a soft whimper.

“Fuck,” Daddy said, then he squeezed.

I startled as I felt the rush of fluid leave me.  I opened my eyes to see a spatter of wetness on Daddy’s shirt now.

He looked down slowly in shock and then started to laugh.  “They shoot milk, Soph!”

“Try them both.”

Daddy took a breast in each hand and pushed them together.  “Here goes.”

He squeezed up to the nipple of each and they both fired out a fine spray of milk that peppered his t-shirt some more.

I laughed and Daddy did too.  We were getting carried away.  He squeezed again, only this time he moved his mouth to meet the milk’s source.

I opened my mouth to gasp but a moan replaced the sound.  Daddy’s mouth clasped over my nipple and he started to suck.

My hand held his head against me in an instant, as though it was instinctive.  I cradled him to me and felt him begin to suckle, working the milk out of me and swallowing it down audibly.

“Fuck, Daddy, that feels so good.”

I ran my hands over his back, trying to convey my appreciation in my touches.  I rubbed down around his t-shirt, over his broad shoulders and around to his chest.  None of the touches seemed to return the sensations that he was giving me.

“Daddy,” I whispered distantly.  I was practically floating.

He switched breasts and gave the other the same treatment.  Finally, he popped his lips from the node and looked up at me, licking his lips.

I looked to his mouth.  This was the moment when things could get crazier … if we wanted.

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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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