- Farmer Daddy’s Prize Milk : Suckled Daughters 1
- Holy Cow : Suckled Daughters 2
- Daddy’s Magical Latte : Suckled Daughters 3
- Training My Tits : Suckled Daughters 4
- 21 Or Bust : Suckled Daughters 5
- The Milkiest Showgirl : Suckled Daughters 6
- Clean-Up In The Dairy Aisle : Suckled Daughters 7
- Ice-Cream Fundae : Suckled Daughters 8
- Sin On Splash-Canyon : Suckled Daughters 9
- Sexorcism : Suckled Daughters 10
- Lacto-Park : Suckled Daughters 11
- Daddy’s Secret Milking Rack : Suckled Daughters 12
- Daddy’s Secret Milking Rack 2 : Suckled Daughters 13
- Bound & Satisfied : Suckled Daughters 14
- Daddy Sucked My Tits Before The Show : Suckled Daughters 15
- My Tit-Milk For Free : Suckled Daughters 16
- Coffee Liqueur : Suckled Daughters 17
- Milk Trading : Suckled Daughters 18
- More Milk Minister : Suckled Daughters 19
- Daddy’s Raffle Ticket : Suckled Daughters 20
- Drinking My Nectar : Suckled Daughters 21
- Draining My Milk : Suckled Daughters 22
- My Dripping Tits Gave Me Away : Suckled Daughters 23
- Lacto-Tolerant : Suckled Daughters 24
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 1 to 4
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 5 to 8
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 1 to 8
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 9 to 12
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 13 to 16
- Suckled Daughters 12-Pack : Books 1 to 12
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 9 to 16
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 17 to 20
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 21 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 12-Pack : Books 13 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 17 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 24-Pack : Books 1 to 24
Daddy drops in on his beach-side ice-cream parlor after a busy, hot summer’s day and he’s in high-spirits. I’ve never seen him so elated by the take and he’s extra impressed by me, even though I had to strip off to keep cool.
He likes my strategy, but Daddy too can’t keep his eyes off my charms. Read as I woo him, getting way more than I bargained for in the process. I didn’t even know my breasts could do that!
“Here,” he said, and he reached around and quickly started to sort and count the pile.
I didn’t move. Instead I let Daddy count against me. Being in his embrace like that was driving me wild, but I don’t think he even realized what he was doing to me.
“Twenty-two-fifty,” he said. “How much are the notes?”
“Nine-hundred,” I said quietly.
“Plus the four-thousand we already have …” Daddy did a bit of arithmetic. “That’s six-thousand, seven-hundred and seventy-two dollars and fifty cents!”
“Fuck,” was all I could say.
“Fuck, indeed. That sounds like a record to me.”
“I’ve never known a day like it.”
“So is this your new uniform from now on?” Daddy asked, and he turned me by the hips and looked me up and down.
“It can be.”
“Why not go the whole hog,” Daddy said, and he tugged at the waist of my jean-shorts.READ MORE
I smiled and bit my lip. I felt suddenly shy and nervous. I never knew I held thoughts for him like this.
“I could take these shorts off it’s that hot in here,” Daddy said, and he took a long swig of his drink.
I watched his throat gulp it down and followed it down past his pecs and to his stomach.
“I could just wear panties,” I told him. “Or maybe a bikini is more acceptable?”
“Show me,” he said nonchalantly, screwing the top back on the bottle. He leaned back against the chest freezer and watched me.
“Show you what?”
“What you were thinking for your new outfit.”
“You mean … take my shorts off?”
“Yeah. I wanna see.”
He made it sound so innocent—like it was no big thing. I was almost convinced he was right.
I popped the button at their waist and wiggled out of them. I was wearing a tiny pair of black panties that matched my black bra.
“That looks good to me,” Daddy said, watching. “Do you want to see something?”
My eyes bulged. “What?”
“A trick,” he said. “Or a skill. Whatever you like to call it.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll show you,” he said, stepping forwards. “Something I learned years ago.”
“Is this my treat?”
“It can be.”
Daddy came behind me again, but this time his intention wasn’t to count coins. He put his whole body against me so that I could feel the bulge in his pants.
“Relax,” he said, and he brought his hands up slowly.
I marveled as he moved them towards my tits. I wasn’t about to stop him. His hands cupped them and I closed my eyes and sighed dreamily.
“I haven’t started yet,” he said.
“Then show me!” I giggled impatiently.
He started to squeeze and rub my tits, which was nothing unusual to begin with.
“Is that it?” I scoffed. “That’s my treat?”
“Wait,” Daddy said patiently.
His hands continued to move and my nipples turned stiff. It felt good, but it didn’t feel like anything particularly special. Until … oh gosh.
“You feel it,” Daddy said, sensing it.
“It feels wet.”
“Uh-huh,” Daddy said, not stopping.
He rubbed at the cups of my bra and I felt my breasts turn wet. Suddenly the fluid started to seep out under my bra and run down me. I giggled as the flow tickled my skin and then looked down.
“It’s milk!” I cried.
I pulled away from him and looked down. Daddy was laughing to himself.
“Did you put ice-cream down there?”
I pulled out my bra and looked in at the white cream inside it.
“No,” he said. “It’s yours.”