Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set (2 page)

“Hurry
up, Claire, damn!” Darod's shrill voice broke through her
thoughts. Clara sat the tray on the end table.

“Your
rows look tight, Shanice outdid herself this time,” Clara
commented.

“Yeah,
you know,” Darod said absently, his eyes still fixated on the
tv. “Glad you understood why I stayed over her house last
night. It was an all-night job,” he smirked, blindly reaching
towards the tray. “Yo! I know you ain't forget my drink!”

“You
didn't ask for-”

“Yo,
the fuck is that? You splash water all over your shirt or some shit?”
Darod cut her off, gesturing towards the growing wet spots around her
nipples.

“No,
it's milk Darod. You know, the substance I use to feed and nourish
our baby?” Clara responded through clenched teeth. He was in
rare form this evening.

“Hmph,
yeah, 'Our baby.' That shit is sick yo, go change your shirt. I'm
bout to eat,'” Darod scoffed as he brushed past her to the
kitchen.

Clara
was dumbfounded. “What the fuck do you mean, “‘our
baby?'” she spat back, twisting her face imitating him.

Darod
shrugged as he poured a glass of grape soda. Clara felt a wave of
nausea roll over her as she watched him gulp the syrupy junk down
like it was nothing.

“Yo
man, all I'm sayin' is Shanice n' them were talkin' last night and
some things just ain't add up, aiight? Like dates and shit.”

Clara's
blood boiled. “Shanice n' them? Really? What else did Shanice
have to say about “our” baby?” Clara glanced down
at her knuckles. They'd began to turn white.

Darod
downed another glass. “You know he don't look nothin' like me.
I wasn't gonna say nothin', but Shanice said she saw you hugged up
under some white boy a while back 
before
 I
supposedly got your ass pregnant. So you tell me wassup Claire,”
he finished, spreading his arms out to the sides.

“Interesting,”
Clara started, calmly. “I'm just curious, did Shanice tell you
all of this before or after you fucked her last night?” batting
her lashes.

“Yo,
you trippin,” Darod laughed on the way back to the den.

“Oh
please, Darod. Just because I haven't said anything, doesn't mean
that I'm stupid. Your sloppy ass has been runnin' around here for
months with a million and one lame excuses tryna cover your
tracks!”
Clara's heart was pounding. She'd never stood up
to him before, not like this. She felt her body tense up as she felt
all of her hatred for him gather in her chest like a fireball, ready
to explode. “I know what you've been doing with that nasty
skank, and I don't give a shit! As a matter of fact, you two deserve
each other. Since you'd rather sleep over there anyway, why not make
it permanent?!” Clara's eyes flashed with anger as she grabbed
the now cold tv dinner and threw it in the trash. “Get the fuck
out of my house!”

Darod
stared at her blankly. “Yo, Claire-”

“My
name, is Clar-A, and I'm not your fucking
'yo'
.
Get
out,”
she
repeated with an icy calmness.

“Man,
whateva yo,” Darod mumbled as he threw his jacket on. “You
only makin' yourself look more guilty bitch,” he continued,
heading towards the door.

“Look
at my face, Darod. Do I look like a give a
fuck
about what you and your little whore think of me? My daughter and I
will be just fine without your raggedy ass!” Clara proclaimed
as she held the door open for her husband. Darod shuffled out to the
car and pulled away, giving Clara the finger the entire time.
“Fucking cretin,” Clara said aloud to the retreating
brake lights. As she locked the door she took a deep breath.
Realizing that the tv was still blaring the game, Clara switched it
off. “Ugh, finally free,” she sighed. She knew that one
day she'd kick Darod's cheating ass out of her life but she had no
idea that that day was going to be today. It was her fault that she'd
let her sham of a marriage go on for as long as she had, but no more.
The faint sound of the baby cooing interrupted her thoughts. Clara
smiled as she made her way upstairs to her baby. Looking down at the
chubby, giggling infant, Clara felt a serenity that she hadn't
experienced in a long time. Picking her up and hugging her close, she
kissed the top of her soft head. “We're gonna be alright baby
girl,” she whispered.

CHAPTER
TWO

Clara's
computer screen illuminated her dark bedroom. At just after midnight,
she was still wide awake... and horny. She was one of the few lucky
women whose sex drive wasn't negatively impacted by having a baby. To
the contrary, it was in overdrive. She could barely get through a
twenty four hour period without her hucow slave fantasies taking over
her mind day and night. There was nothing physically stopping her
from carrying out her wildest dreams, but her own fear of
satisfaction taunted her relentlessly. Clara worried that she was
becoming obsessed with her need to be relentlessly milked, fucked and
bred and having Farmer6969 feeding her desires wasn't helping.

He'd
offered to take their on line relationship a step further, proposing
an in person meeting. Clara had already sent him plenty of scandalous
pictures of her dark dripping breasts, along with the rest of her
soft womanly body. He always reciprocated, sending her either a pic
of his extensive hard cock or a continuation of their mutual fantasy.
Clara even went so far as to download a quick messenger app on her
phone so that they would have instant access to one another whenever
a naughty feeling struck either of them. They were both horny and
shared the same fetishes and kinks. But most of all, they were both
lonely. He claimed to be single, but Clara couldn't understand why.
Aside from being sexy, he seemed to take an interest in her beyond
sex. Sometimes Clara was so frustrated with her marriage that she
found herself venting to this stranger on the other side of her
screen. It wasn't a concept that was new to the world, but it sure as
hell was new to her. She sighed. As she stared at the blinking cursor
in the search engine, her mind began to drift back to the night when
her emotions boiled over at Darod's repeated infidelities.

Clara:
'Had enough of his shit. He must think I'm stupid.'

Farmer6969:
'What r u going to do?'

Clara:
'I'm taking my baby and leaving. This has gone on for long enough.'

Farmer6969:
'Wait, wut? U said its ur house. Y would U leave?'

Clara:
'Great Gma left me the house yea. I dunno. Just so angry -_-'

Farmer6969:
'Dont do anything crazy out of emotion. Think it thru. He may think
ur stupid but I dont. U deserve better.'

Clara:
'Ur sweet. Thx.'

Farmer6969:
'Dont take this wrong but if u were mine Id treat u like the queen u
r.'

Clara:
'Ty. Bet u say that to all ur girls... ;)'

Farmer6969:
'No no others. Just u.'

Clara:
':D'

Clara:
'Hear his car now g2g'

Farmer6969:
' K u got mail. Tuck it away for a rainy day.'

Clara:
Talk soon.

Clara
blinked. He'd been so kind and understanding. She knew about the
dangers of communicating with strangers online. Goodness knows
there’d been enough stories in the news about it. Despite her
vulnerability Clara couldn’t help but to think that Farmer6969
was different. Not only did they share a deep fascination with
interracial master/slave romance, but he was also well versed in the
hucow/breeding fetish. Still, more than that, he listened to her. He
seemed to be interested in much more than sex with her, always asking
her about her day during their online chat sessions. On more than one
occasion he’d shoot her a random message to make her smile. A
curvy smile crept across her face now as she remembered how patient
and sweet he’d been when she turned down his proposal to meet
in person
.
I know it’s dangerous. But maybe if I’m really careful…
After
Darod, how bad could he turn out to be?
Clara shook her head vigorously.
What
the hell is wrong with me? I’m a mother now, I can’t hook
up with a random internet pervert!
“Get
yourself together girl,” she said aloud to herself.

Suddenly,
Farmer6969’s last message flashed through her mind:

‘‘
K
u got mail. Tuck it away for a rainy day…”

Clara
opened her email account. It had been a few days, so she scrolled
through the spam before she found what she was looking for. It was
from him. Subject: Thinking of Us. Clara gulped at the sight of the
word “us”. Maybe he was just getting way too involved.
She knew that it was her fault too. As many times as she told herself
this was wrong, she couldn’t resist her desires or Farmer6969.
Worst of all was that deep down, Clara knew she didn’t want to.
Opening the email, she read the short message:

“
Sorry
our session got cut short. Was thinking about you today, hope you
were thinking of me too. –F69”

As
Clara’s eyes drifted over the next line, she knew she needed
some help. She pulled out her ribbed, pink vibrator from the
nightstand and climbed in bed. Grabbing her phone, she accessed the
email again, licked her lips and took a deep breath. Slowly parting
her legs, Clara stretched her neck trying to relax. The crisp fresh
air from her open window brought a breeze that found its way to her
clit, coaxing it to swell twice its size. Her eyes rolled back into
her head as the sensation tickled through the length of her luscious
curvy body like tiny lightning bolts. It had been too long since
she’d treated herself to one of Farmer6969’s fantasies
and she wanted to completely immerse herself in his kinky, depraved
world.

Rubbing
her legs together, she could feel her tender pussy lips being pushed
further apart by her growing clit. Gingerly reaching down to her
saturated valley, Clara slipped a dainty finger into her throbbing
cavity. One finger in... Two fingers in.... Oh God, two fingers.

“
Oh!”
Clara sighed breathlessly as she imagined Farmer6969 menacingly
watching her explore her intimate trove. Usually that was enough to
make her cum on the spot, but tonight she needed more. The stress of
Clara’s sham marriage had become too much for her and she
needed more than anything to release the surmounting tension. She
arched her back as she inserted her index and middle finger deep
inside her wet hairless pussy and proceeded to finger fuck herself
rhythmically.

“
Ahhm,
Oh God, yes, Massa…” she murmured as she closed her dark
eyes. She could hear his voice commanding her to pleasure herself for
his amusement. After a few moments, Clara clutched her vibrator and
turned it on to a moderate speed. Pressing it against her aching
clit, she writhed between her bed sheets as shock waves rippled
through her body. “Ahhm, ahh, ahhhh!” Clara moaned as her
breaths became shorter and more rapid. She wasn’t ready yet.
This needed to be slow burn. She deserved it. Pulling her slick
fingers out, she sipped trying to turn the vibrator off. Her pussy
was dripping, begging to be filled. Grabbing her 8 inch white flesh
colored dildo, she felt another wave rush through her plump body. The
contrast of that thick ivory dick against her cocoa skin turned her
out every time.

Clara
caressed her body with the pale phallus before inserting the pink tip
into her hungry, watering mouth. Thrusting it deep into her throat,
she imagined Farmer6969’s strong hands massaging her scalp
through her natural, coarse hair coaxing her to go deeper. The cold
sensation of liquid running down her trembling hot belly only turned
her on more, as the thick creamy milk spurted from her hugely
engorged chocolate breasts. Reaching for her phone, she pulled up
Farmer6969’s email once more. Continuing to fuck her mouth
relentlessly, milk sprayed from her nipples, dotting the phone
screen. Clara didn’t care. She needed him now more than ever.
Her aching body cried out to be tamed as she allowed his words to
engulf her in his sex…