Training My Tits : Suckled Daughters 4

by Millie King

Book Cover: Training My Tits : Suckled Daughters 4
Part of the Suckled Daughters series:

One day out of the blue my breasts start to feel strange.  I’m recommended a therapist by a friend, but I’m mortified to discover that the therapist is my own Daddy!

He offers to help soothe the sensation in the craziest of ways and what follows is a sensual bout of breast-feeding that changes our relationship forever.  I don’t think Daddies are supposed to do that!

Excerpt:

“I want to.  I want to feel normal again.”

“I can help with that, Lizzie.  It’s okay.  I can help you.”

I felt so safe under his guidance.  Obviously it was all kind of weird, but knowing that Daddy had trodden this path before with other women gave me a sense of calm.  It also gave me a sense of intrigue.

“Just how many women are on your books?” I asked.

“I can’t give a specific number.”

“More than ten?”

He gave me a look that told me everything I needed to know.

“They all come here to get milked?!”

“They come here for treatment,” Daddy corrected.

“Treatment that involves you milking their tits!”

“They leave very satisfied, Lizzie, I can assure you.  I’m not some kind of pervert.  This is my job.”

“And do you satisfy them in other ways?”

“Only if they ask.”

“If they ask?!  What do you do?”

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“I don’t think we should get into this.”

“Tell me.”

He sighed.  “I satisfy the cause and the symptom.”

“The symptom being arousal, right?”

He nodded.

“So how do you satisfy their arousal?”

He raised an eyebrow.  “How do you think?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”

“You don’t need to know, Lizzie.”

“I do if I’m thinking of getting the same treatment.”

The both of us fell silent.  I hadn’t meant to have put it so bluntly, but certainly the idea of Daddy satisfying the intense yearning inside me was a notion that I was willing to entertain.

“Think about this carefully,” Daddy warned.

“I have.  I want you to satisfy me.”

There was no plainer way of putting it.

“How do you want me satisfy you?” he asked.

“I want it in a way that you don’t do it with the other women.”

“Lizzie, that’s very unconventional.”

“To hell with convention, Daddy.  Please.  I want you to help satisfy me.  Satisfy these … urges.”

“I can do that,” he said.  “If that’s what you want?”

I wriggled in the chair, feeling my pussy awaken further.  It was throbbing with ecstasy.

“Yes!” I whined.  “Satisfy me!  Oh, suck my tits, Daddy.”

There was a brief trepidation in his eyes, but when a pair of delicious, milky tits are hanging in a guys face he can’t stay stoic for long.

I wriggled in front of him with my eyes closed, luring him to me like a fish to the bait.  My tits bounced and I started to bunch them up, holding them against my body and running my hands over the flowing milk.

“Please suck my tits,” I whined, and I wondered how much the receptionist outside could hear.

I heard him move and I looked through my lashes at him.  His face was drawn towards my breasts and soon I could feel his breath tickling the wet milk that adorned them.

Finally his lips clamped over me and I let out a wail of pleasure.

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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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