Mommy Catches Daddy Milking Me : Daddy’s Cream 20

by Millie King

Book Cover: Mommy Catches Daddy Milking Me : Daddy’s Cream 20
Part of the Daddy's Cream series:

Standing there, bound by Daddy and awaiting his glorious milking session was naughty enough, but when Mom walks in too I’m horrified.  Turns out the two of them had hatched a plan and I'm their BDSM dairy-cow for the day.  Read how Mommy puts Daddy's cock inside me and they drain the milk from my bountiful, big tits.  Give it me, Daddy!


Daddy ran his hands down my arms and to my sides, sliding over my contours and coming back up to take a big handful of my tits.

He stepped back and looked down as he squeezed them and I stared down too, marveling as he claimed them in his hands.  To have Daddy explore me so intimately was so wrong, but I couldn’t deny how it was making me feel.  The second he kissed me I knew I wanted more.

“How’d you like to try these on?” Daddy asked, flashing the end of a rope in front of me.

“Where does that go?” I giggled.

“Around these big, swollen tits,” Daddy said, wiping the smile right off my face.

“Around them?”

“Uh-huh,” Daddy nodded, relishing my confusion.  “I wrap the rope around them until they’re nice and ripe, then I suck the milk right out of you.”

I said nothing at first.  I was guessing it was just a figure of speech.


“Think you’d like to try that?” Daddy said, spinning the rope in his fingers.

“I think I’d love to try that,” I said, helpless against the wood.


Daddy reached up behind my back and pulled at the lace of my bikini, untying it and then unfastening the knot around my neck.  He pulled the whole thing off me and gasped, ogling my big tits like he’d never seen a pair before.

“You really are like your mother,” he said, and quickly his hands were on them.

I barely had time to gasp before he’d planted his mouth over one of my nipples and started to suck lovingly on my teat.

“Daddy!” I gasped, throwing my head back and then looking down at the source of my fresh pleasure.  His eyes were closed and he was immediately giving me the treatment.

“That’s it,” he said, feeling my nipples stiffen in his mouth.  “We need them nice and ripe.”

He switched nipples intermittently until each one was springing out and vying for attention.  He bunched my tits together and bit and licked over the stiff teats, moaning as though this was satisfying him as much as it was me.

“Oh God,” I whimpered.  “This is so naughty.”

“Very,” Daddy said, taking a brief break from my tits.

“But it feels so good,” I confessed, starting to squirm at the waist as I felt a rush of juices come to my pussy.

Soon a felt a tingle in my breasts and the strangest of sensations followed.  No-one had ever paid so much attention to my nipples before and Daddy seemed to have a hidden talent in the way he dealt with them.  It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“They feel strange,” I said, looking to the source of the sensations.

Daddy pulled his mouth off me and looked up.  “Then you’re ready.”

He moved over to the rope he’d showed me earlier and grabbed a length of it in his hands.

“Ready for what?” I asked, breathing heavily.

“For these,” Daddy said, pulling the rope tight between his hands.


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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