Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set (10 page)

           
“
AAAHHHHHHHH!!”
Clara screeched as she took every wave of his fertile steaming load.
Her pussy spasmed as he dumped his gushing jism deep inside of her
womb, clamping down as his fertile sperm splashed into her raw
cavity. Master gripped her hips tightly as he held her back on his
cock, thrusting in heat as he tagged his property. Her meaty cunt
flexed around his cock, milking the last bits of pearly cum coating
the walls of her fruitful valley.

Clara’s
limp body fell to the side, completely spent from the violent orgasm
that had ripped through her. Master’s semi hard cock was still
jammed inside of her, oozing rich hind cum deep into her sacred
tunnel. They stayed, pinned together like that until Master’s
cock retreated, naturally slipping out of her sloppy, bred cunt on
its own.

She wasn’t
sure when she’d passed out, but when she woke, she was nestled
comfortably under her comforter. Her wrists were sore from having
been tied, but were now free. Sitting up in bed she instinctually
searched for him.

“
Massa?”
she called out into the empty bedroom.

BLING! BLING!

The text chime on
her phone startled her. Clara couldn’t remember the last time
she thought about her phone, let alone seen it. She frantically
searched the bed, tearing through the flat sheets, when out of the
corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a bright red object
gleaming in the rising sunlight. There on her nightstand stood a
single, red rose, a glass of orange juice, a bagel, fresh juicy
strawberries and a steaming cup of coffee. Clara touched her
disheveled natural hair lightly and smiled to herself. As she reached
for the coffee, she noticed a note stuck under the small flower vase.

“
Clara-
Good morning beautiful.

I
told you I’d treat you like the queen that you are.

 
Rest
up, I’ll be back tonight.”

               
-Drew.”

Clara read the note
over and over again. Falling back into the fluff of her goose feather
pillows, she sighed, Then she smiled. Fingering her bare, leaking
nipple she grinned. As she brought the drop of sweet breastmilk to
her lips, she sucked it off of her fingertip then giggled. Catching
sight of her bruised wrist, she burst out into full blown laughter.
Finally, she was free.

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Manic
Milk Maid

Ducking
into a vacant classroom, he whipped my body around him onto the
biggest desk available. “The housing office is going to close…”
I said, still unsure of why I was still trying to convince him to
come down from the horny cloud he was on. “Today is the last
day… you’ll lose your chance to live on campus…”
my heart pounded out of my chest as his steely eyes remained
transfixed on my hot throbbing body, my protests falling on deaf
ears. As Brad walked toward me he was already unzipping his pants,
his mind made up with wicked intentions prancing on his face. He
stood before me, ready to take what was his. He stood over me taking
in each curve as the sun beamed through the window illuminating every
arc of my fleshy chocolate body.

Feeding
Mr. Master

   “
I’m
back.” he said in a low voice, nuzzling her forehead then
brushing his lips against her silky neck. 
           
“
Mmmm,”
Sadie murmured, looking up at him. Her **** ached as they swelled
with milk. She knew what he needed and wasted no time giving it to
him. “We ain’t got much time, Massa James,” she
said softly, unbuttoning her top. His large hands gripped her soft
waist. 
           
“
Then
maybe,” he tickled her earlobe with his lips. “We should
wait until we do have time,” he said pressing his pulsing ****
against her skirt. “I want to do this right. I’ve missed
you,” he breathed.