Adult Breastfeeding Kink Novels & Stories

I felt vulnerable, being exposed to him like that. “It’s okay, baby. It’s me.” he whispered, groping my breasts and leaning in for a kiss. “I know, daddy.” I sighed, so happy to be laying beneath him. “I can’t believe we’re doing this, it’s so naughty.” he said, grinning like the devil. “We’re both adults.” “I don’t think you understand how much I want you.” he said, letting his kisses stray to my nipples. “Such gorgeous little tits.” “I only think about you while I masturbate. It’s the only way I can cum.”

I moaned as he sucked on one nipple, his free hand kneading and massaging my other breast. When Aaron ran his hands around my waist, I arched my back, and he unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side. He dove back in, kissing, licking, and sucking my breasts and nipples until I’d been reduced to a trembling puddle of need. Aaron abandoned my breasts, working his way down my body. He planted kisses on my ribs, and my stomach, and licked a line along the waistband of my panties. He hooked his fingers into them and pulled them down.

“Argh!” He unhooked my bra with effortless ease, exposing my breasts fully to his gaze. Adrian grinned widely, as if he had just acquired something he deeply desired. And then... “Ugh! Adrian… could you slow down a bit?” I felt the tip of his tongue sweeping across my nipple, sometimes nipping it softly, other times tugging. That was nothing compared to the moment he began to suckle, like a thirsty infant. His other hand went to massage and squeeze my other breast.

He paused and took Santa's mask off. "Let me prove to you that you can't be sexually inactive when you're with me." He whistled seductively, grabbing my thighs and splitting my legs abruptly for him to position in between. "Wha... what!" I stuttered at the swift change of events. I wasn't giving much time to brainstorm before a soft spank landed at the corner of my butts, pinching my arms downward until I laid flat on the desk and for the first time after a long time I felt my nipples erected, so painful hardened.

The plugs pressed deeper with the movement, making me whimper softly. Daddy stood up and stepped between my legs. He ran his hands up my thighs, then gently tugged on the collar. “You’ve been such a good toy today,” he praised, voice low and warm. “Wearing both plugs all day, keeping Daddy’s cum inside you, serving me under the desk. I think you deserve a reward… and a new lesson.” He reached for the nipple clamps first. The metal was cool against my skin as he rolled my left nipple between his fingers until it was hard and sensitive. Then he attached the clamp.

His eyes were dark now as he looked down at where his hands were on me. I chuckled softly, still stroking him. “I’ve learned from watching too many p**n videos. And recently, uncle… I’ve been touching myself thinking about you. Imagining you fucking me. Imagining how thick you would feel inside me.” That did something to him and his hands tightened on my breasts. He leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard at first, then bit it gently with his teeth. The sharp little pain mixed with pleasure making me moan.

Does he know I thought about him when I came? When I sucked all that musky sweetness from my fingers, I pushed myself up, my breasts shaking from the force. I was slender, but my tits were full and fat. I always caught guys at the university watching me as I walked by, my breasts wobbling under my shirts. Did Daddy find my breasts arousing? I’d love to know if he jerked off thinking about sucking on my dark areolas until my nipples were so hard they ached. I moaned at that thought and started tweaking the tips, pulling at my nipples and letting them go so he could see how hard I got them.

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

He held one of my breasts and roughly massaged it, while his fingers forcedly squeezed and twisted my blooming nipple. “Ohhh, daddy! You feel so good, motherf*cker!” I moaned very flirtatiously while playing with his hair and rubbing my groin against his, making our privates crash into each other. "Shit, Adeline... you drive me f*cking crazy," he moaned in a hoarse, deep voice as his mouth devoured my other nipple, sucking it with so much intensity and passion as if he wanted to mark me forever.