Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set (4 page)

Time ceased to exist
for Clara as she surrendered herself to fucking her drenched valley
with a fake white cock. With each thrust, she suddenly ached for a
real cock inside of her. Her thoughts drifted to Farmer6969, her
Master, and with each pulsating motion she felt inside me, she felt
his cock fanatically working in and out of her, completely raw
without any regard for the risk. His craving to blow his seed inside
of her was just as much of a necessity to him as it was to Clara to
receive it. Nothing would ever feel better than the force of him
shooting his hot white spunk deep into her trembling belly.

“
Agggggghhhhhrrrrmmmmm,”
Clara’s moans became deep and guttural as she felt a warm
shiver ripple through her body at the thought of her hulking white
Master using her for his pleasure. As she slowed her rhythmic
movements, she felt her body succumb to a state of limp relaxation.
Ever so slowly, she pulled out the veiny rubber cock slick with her
sex. As she shifted in bed and brought the dripping toy to her lips,
she greedily lapped up the remains, not wasting a drop of her erotic
nectar.

Staring up at the
ceiling, Clara lay catching her breath in a pool of her own milk,
sweat and cum. Caressing her damp chest, she sighed. She’d
succeeded in getting herself this time, but she wasn’t so sure
how much longer she could keep herself satisfied without the real
thing. Could I really take this next level with him? Emails and
messages were one thing but taking Farmer6969 up on his offer for an
in person meeting was a whole different monster.

BLING! BLING!

The text message chime
on her phone interrupted her thoughts. The bright light from the
screen shocked her eyes for a moment, but once they focused Clara
could see who it was from.

Farmer6969: ‘Hey
u. U get my email? ;)’

CHAPTER
FOUR

‘
Your
shimmering brown skin is illuminated by stray sunbeams seeping
through the cracked barn walls as you assume your position on all
fours in the hay. As I circle your exposed figure, my thick hardened
cock is fighting to be released from my trousers and nestled into the
warmth of your hot snatch. I lean down next your face and bring my
hand down on your round ass with a loud
SMACK! 
I
jiggle one of your cheeks for a bit, then stick two of my long
calloused fingers into your tight creamy pussy.

“
You
dirty fucking slut you just can't get enough of this big white cock
can you?” I whisper huskily in your ear. “Do you
know how lucky you are that I picked you to breed?”

“
Y-y-Yes
MMmaassaaaa-uhhhh,” you groan as I push another finger inside
of you. “

“
Yeah,
that’s it. You're the perfect nigg’r sow. I’m
gonna keep your plump black ass permanently bred. As soon as your
belly swells with my seed, I’ll shoot millions more inside of
you and you’re going to take them all, ya’ hear me?”

“
Yeeeesss,
Masssaaaa-ohmmmm,” you murmur as your engorged milk bags begin
to drip beads of cloudy foremilk, no longer able to withstand
gravity’s pressure. Massaging one of your beautifully tender
leaking tits, my cock surges as I relish in the sensual
transformation I’ve caused to your body.

  “
When
I say bend over the only thing I want to hear from you is ‘How
far?’  When I say spread your legs the only thing I want
to hear is ‘How wide?’ When I tell you I need milk for
myself or the farm hands, the only thing I want to hear from you is
‘How much?’

“
Yes,
Massa,” you respond in a low tone, shuddering from the
sensation of my large pale hands kneading your seeping brown udders.

“
The
only reason you're on this earth is to drain my balls and nourish me
with your juices. Why the government saw fit to give you an
education, I’ll never know. A juicy black slut like you’ll
never need it. The only thing you need is whatever hole I feel
like fucking primed and wet. You're a whore for a white man and
you love it.  I knew it the minute I laid eyes on you. You want
a master. You need direction and I’m gonna give it to
you,” I declared as I stand up, unzipping my pants.

“
Yes,
Massa,” you respond with your smoky brown eyes wide at the
sight of my inflated veined cock, locked loaded and ready to ravage
you.

“
You
need a pussy full of steaming white jizz to carry around inside of
you at all times,” I continued, rubbing the length of my thick
drooling shaft, massaging the seeping pre-cum over my bulbous prick.
I mount you from behind and bring my wet sticky hand down on your
other plump ass cheek.
SMACK!
 

“
NUUUHHHH!!-
YES MASSA!” you wail as the stinging sensation pierces your
supple ebony flesh. You involuntarily grind your ass against my heavy
balls, silently willing me to enter you.

“
Atta
girl,” I sneered with pride. “When I'm done injecting
your slave cunt I'm gonna flip you over, face down ass up, attach
your swollen black udders to the milker, and fuck your throat hard
way to remind you what that juicy nigg’r mouth is spose’ta
be for, is that clear?”

“
Yes,
Massa,” you reply, your voice tense with nerves and desire. You
knew you were really in for it this time and it was up to me to teach
you your lesson.’

Clara
tried frantically to catch her breath. Farmer6969’s scandalous
email left her reeling from such a violent orgasm that her entire
body quaked. Her exposed ebony curves lay dewy and limp atop her
satin lavender streets in a pool of her own sweat, cum and milk. She
closed her wide chestnut eyes and licked her protruding lips. “Mmmm,”
she moaned as the salty perspiration dissolved on her taste buds.
Grabbing her favorite pale flesh colored dildo, she encircled the
head with her tongue, pretending that it was him. “Let me clean
that off for you Master,” she murmured as she slurped at the
rubber cock. She covered every inch, sucking on the thick curve of
the flushed head, sucking up any imaginary cum that didn’t make
the journey into her warm, fruitful womb. She desperately wished he
was physically there with her, satisfying her dark fantasies and
skewering her throat with his extended manhood.

BLING!
BLING!

The
message chime on her phone startled Clara out of her fantasy. She
looked at the screen. It was Darod, her soon to be ex-husband.

           
Darod: ‘yo sup
witcha, u ready to quit trippin?’

           
Clara rolled her eyes.
Her mind flashed back to the fight they’d had. His arrogance
made her sick to her stomach. In fact these days, everything he said
and did made her sick to her stomach. As if it wasn’t bad
enough that he’d been cheating on her with stank ass Shanice,
he’d had the nerve to try and deny that their baby girl was
his! Clara narrowed her eyes at the words on the screen as she felt
bolts of anger surge through her. She’d only married him to
appease her ethno-centric family, unwilling to admit to herself that
her true desire was and always had been to white men.

Submissive
by nature, Clara had always secretly been fascinated with
white slave owners who bred their female slaves. There's
little documented about that time period, but what she 
was
 able
to find fed her growing obsession. When her online master, Farmer6969
mentioned “breeding” her, Clara allowed herself to be
intrigued. Before she knew it, she'd engaged in a salacious ongoing
email exchange with him, where he made her deepest most shameful
desires come to life. He had an amazing way with words and an uncanny
ability to transport her to a completely different time and place.
Farmer6969 had awakened a hibernating sexual beast within her that
was now clawing to get out.

As
a matter of fact, interracial desire was an understatement. She was
damn near obsessed, constantly browsing through pics of bwwm (black
women white men) relationships online and saving them to her phone.
She envied how gloriously happy they seemed, relishing in their love
for one another. Clara longed the same happiness for her own life and
for the sake of her infant daughter. She berated herself every day
for trying to fix her marriage with a baby. She was the innocent
throughout all of the drama between her and Darod and she vowed to
make things better for her. First things first- divorce his no good
cheating ass and move on with her life.

           
Clara rolled over and
stretched her long legs and arched her back. The Caucasoid flesh
colored dildo rubbed against her hard, leaking nipples.  She
smiled to herself.  During the intense effort to love accept her
post baby body, she’d become somewhat of a lactation fetishist.
There was nothing that made her feel more feminine and powerful than
possessing the ability to expel rich, luscious milk from her enormous
cocoa orbs. 

At
a curvy 5 foot six inches, with huge dark eyes, velvety
chocolate skin, enormous, leaking breasts, soft stomach
and a round ass, Clara now loved her new figure. Whereas
most women abhor what havoc child bearing can wreck on their body,
her online master, Farmer6969 convinced her that she was a
work of art that deserved to be milked, bred and worshiped daily. 

 
Clara
found herself drooling over her anonymous virtual lover, who had
mercifully taken on the task of teaching her to experience the
erotic rush of love, trust and pleasure that only
exists between a hucow slave and her Farmer. She pinched her
dark distended nipples as hard as she could. Her succulent pussy
tingled and contracted at the sight of thick jets of milk shooting
out of her tits, landing on her abdomen. Arching her back, she rubbed
her fleshy thighs together, tickling her swollen button. She could
feel Farmer6969’s massive calloused hands on her soft, heavy
breasts, preparing her for her next milking to be followed directly
by her next breeding session.

To
allow herself to be bred by the hunky dominant white man she only
knew as Farmer6969 was enough to make Clara cream her panties right
then and there- that is, if she’d been wearing any. They’d
exchanged many photos, mostly of aroused body parts. She bit her lip
remembering the first time she’d laid eyes on his delectable
swollen thickness, shattering all myths about race and size
difference. Clara had no doubt that he had all of the right tools to
breed her successfully. She played over the moment of insemination in
her mind countless times, imagining the strength of his pale veined
hands gripping her cushiony ebony hips as he dumped his hot fertile
load into her depths. Clara reached for her dildo, sawing the bulbous
head against her soaking slit. She felt her pussy lips part
involuntarily, aching to be filled by the thick faux cock.

Clara
sighed. Her craving for this man had reached heights that she’d
never thought possible. Surely she couldn’t go on like this
forever. It was starting to take much longer to for her to climax and
she knew it was because her body demanded real thing. Farmer6969
suggested that they try to setup a meeting, but Clara always
declined. She smiled as she remembered how patient and understanding
he’d been once she revealed her current situation with Darod.
He never pressured her, in fact he’d been downright tender
about it, reassuring her that she and the baby deserved better, even
subtly suggesting himself as a replacement. Clara knew the dangers of
online dating, but she threw caution to the wind and allowed herself
to be swept up in Farmer6969’s romantic notions. He knew
exactly what to say to her and when to say it. A man who shared her
taste of kinks with a tender side too? He
had
to be too good to be true.

BLING!
BLING!

Clara
grabbed the phone again and gritted her teeth at the message.

           
Darod: ‘im yo man
bitch is u crazy’

           
“
Negro, don’t
nobody want you,” she said aloud, her voice slicing through the
still midnight air. She was determined not to engage him. She knew
she’d have to talk to him eventually. Just not tonight. Not
now. Her mind was elsewhere… on him.

           
BLING! BLING!

           
Clara groaned,
exasperated. She had her fingertip on her phones off button when out
of the corner of her eye she spotted the contents of the new text
message.

           
Farmer6969: ‘Hey
u. U get my email? ;)’

           
Clara smiled. He made
her instantly giddy, her chest tightened like a teenage girl with a
crush. It was a stark contrast to the rage she felt anytime she had
to communicate with Darod’s simple ass. Still naked, she rolled
over, smooshing her bare dribbling breasts against the bed and
steadied herself on her elbows.