The Milkiest Showgirl : Suckled Daughters 6

by Millie King

I’m the main-event at the Cirque De Lacto and people flock to our travelling circus to witness my show-stopping release of milk.

Daddy’s the circus-master and he has some very intimate tips that he thinks will make my performance better.

Read as he takes me beneath those hot lights, squirting my milk all over the both of us as we commit to the ultimate taboo.

Excerpt:

Just like that two jets of milk burst from my nipples.  I overshot the mark.  At first it cascaded over Daddy but then the stream slowed and it poured over his face.

He let out a breath of desperate relief, as though he’d been waiting to be bathed in my milk for the longest time.

He opened his mouth and let it fall in and I watched it under the spot lights.  This was way more erotic that I could have ever imagined, but I didn’t want it to stop.

“You taste so good,” he groaned, then he started to swallow down my nectar.  If I’d have known better I’d have thought that this was Daddy’s intention all along.

I started to pinch towards my nipples and they began to turn stiff.  That wasn’t part of the act.  My nipples only ever got stiff when I was excited.  As a result of their tightening the milk shot out of me in a finer spray.  It washed all over Daddy in a shower, covering his long, red jacket.

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Daddy brought his hands to his shirt and tugged hard.  The buttons popped open and his glorious chest was revealed beneath the lights.

I steered the milk towards it fiendishly, and giggled as it cascaded down over his pecs.  It sprinkled amidst his hair, dappling and hanging on it like pearls.

“Fuck, Daddy, that’s hot.  That’s too hot for the show!”

“Then let it be our show,” he said.  “This can be just for us.”

He stood up and advanced towards the stream.  I bit my lip and fired a faster jet at him, as though I was trying to blast him backwards.

Daddy fought his way forwards, thrashing through the milk until he arrived before me.  When he was only a foot or so away I stopped and stared.

The two of us were breathing heavy, staring across at one another with the devil in our eyes.  I dropped my tits and they hung there like spent udders.  Milk dripped steadily from them.

“May I try it from the source?” he asked.

I pushed my shoulders back.  “Be my guest.”

Daddy took off his top hat and shook out his long, black hair.  He was such a magnificent showman.  He looked good from every angle—or at least every angle I’d seen so far.  He still held some mystery and I hoped to uncover it.

“Suck my tits,” I urged, breathing heavy so that they rose and fell to tempt him.

Daddy pounced and his beautiful mouth raced over my nipples.  He sucked hard and the milk flowed into him without me even having to think.  He drank it thirstily and let it fall down off his chin.  I held him against me and ran my hand through his lustrous hair.

Finally Daddy emerged from his feast and looked me dead in the eye.  The milk was lacing his lips.  I looked down my nose at them.

“Taste it,” Daddy said.

I put my lips on his and started to kiss him.  My tongue burst through his lips and I tasted my sweet nectar inside his mouth.  His tongue fought with my own and my pussy came to life.

“You’re getting me wet,” I told him.

“You’re getting me hard,” he replied.  “I can think of a way to satisfy both our ailments.”

“That sounds naughty.”

“It’s the naughtiest thing I know, Charlotte.”

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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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