Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 9 to 16

by Millie King

Book Cover: Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 9 to 16
Part of the Suckled Daughters series:

The Suckled Daughters collection features feisty Daddies feasting on the bounteous breasts of their daughters in good, old-fashioned, lactation fun!  Read how naughty the pair can get!

Stories include : ‘Sin On Splash Canyon,’ ‘Sexorcism,’ ‘Lacto-Park,’ ‘Daddy’s Secret Milking Rack,’ ‘Daddy’s Secret Milking Rack 2,’ ‘Bound And Satisfied,’ ‘Daddy Sucked My Tits Before The Show,’ and ‘My Tit-Milk For Free.’


This time he took both and bunched them together.  I let out a wail of pleasure as both breasts gave up their nectar at once.

I opened my mouth to look down at the stream of cream bursting from me.  Daddy was letting it fire right against his chest and he was breathing deep with excitement too.  His pupils were fat and his face wore a look of pleasure that I’d never seen before.

“It’s crazy, huh?” I hushed.

“You can say that again.”

He looked down and noticed how the milk was running down his stomach and hitting the top of his shorts.

“Take those off too,” I told him.

Daddy seemed to pause and think, but he didn’t think for long.  He looked ahead at the water and then stood up.

He downed his shorts quickly and I could see immediately that he was packing something serious in his boxer-shorts.  What’s more, it didn’t look flaccid.  When he moved it moved.


He stepped out of his shorts just as we hit a bump in the stream.  He fell forward over me and put his hands on the top of my seat.

His boxer-shorts were right in my face.  I knew his cock was right under there.  Daddy didn’t correct himself straight away.  Instead he stayed exactly where he was.  I needed to make a move.

“We don’t want these getting milk on them, do we?” I asked, and I pinched at the fabric of his boxer-shorts.

“We don’t,” Daddy agreed.  “Want to take those down for me?”

I swallowed nervously.  Fuck.  I mean, he was my Daddy, you know?  My Daddy!  All I could think of was that there was a big, hard cock close to me.  That same euphoria still coursed through me, like some weird kind of drug.

I moved a hand up to his waist and pulled his boxer-shorts down.  Fuck, it was a rush.  I watched the hair turn thicker as it ran down from his stomach.  Suddenly I caught the unmistakable sight of hard, veined flesh.  It sprang up out of his boxer-shorts and bobbed right in front of my face.

“Oh, Daddy,” I hushed.

“Look what you’ve done to me, Clem,” he said, looking down.

I looked up and then back to his cock.  It was so close that it was almost touching my face.  It seemed as though the next step was obvious.

I eased my head forward and kissed his dick softly on the tip.  His head was a different shade to his shaft, all smooth and clean-looking.  It looked so at odds with his familiar face.

“Yes, Clem,” he hushed.

I opened my mouth and French-kissed the tip now, using my tongue to tickle along the little slit at the top.

Suddenly the boat bounced beneath us and several of Daddy’s inches rushed quickly into my mouth.

“Shit!” he cried.

My mouth was too full to say anything.  I was in shock to begin with.  His cock was right at the top of my throat and filling my mouth.

“That feels good,” he hushed.

I pulled my lips back off him slowly and then started to jerk him with my mouth.  At first it was gradual and sensual, but soon I was rocking my lips over the tip of him and we were both losing control.  Our moans were louder than the sound of the water beneath us.



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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