Breastfeeding Kink Novels & Stories

I took Claire from her arms and had my breast dipped into her mouth seeing how she must have been starving all day. As I sat down on a couch, feeding Claire, I couldn't help but feel the tingling sensation that her tongue made on my nipple. It made me recall the moment when Noah sucked on my boobs too. As I shut my eyes, remembering every moment that had passed by, I felt relaxed. I felt so good that I just didn't know when my fingers slid under my gown and made its way to my pussy. "What in the hell do you think you are doing, Britney!?"

Lift it higher—let me see those perky tits. I whimpered, yanking the top over my head and letting it drop. My bra followed under his barked order, nipples hardening in the cool air as I unhooked it and tossed it aside. My breasts bounced free, small but full, and he groaned, fist speeding up on his cock. 'Fuck, yeah. Pinch those nipples. Twist them like the slut you are.'

Someone to take over during a scene, to guide her and push her limits to try new things. Skye had to tamp down her horny thoughts, knowing she would meet her new boss soon. But her memories of her old boss, who also had a fascination with Skye's big tits, plagued her mind. She often thought she would be likely to produce milk if her boss suckled on her nipples more often. Her tits were always so tingly, heavy and full afterwards, sometimes after being sucked on for well over an hour, nipples left red and sore, soothed by special creams after. She never discussed it with her boss but she got off on the thought of producing breast milk for her to drink. Just another of her many unconfessed kin

I don’t need him angry and agitated because I want her too. And I know, without a doubt, I do want her. I don’t know if it’s a breeding kink thing or if it’s an Amelia thing. I’ve never been with a woman who actually had a kid before, let alone one who’s still fucking breastfeeding. All I know is I’ve never found myself so fucking hard from sucking a woman’s tits before. Not even my ex-wife’s.

I reach over, grabbing your nipple, and squeeze it a few times until it enlarges as before, eliciting a gasp from your lips again. I get off the bed, retrieve another scarf from my bag, and move to your other side, repeating the treatment of your other breast until it too is tied off and hanging down. This time, rather than squeezing your nipple between my fingers, I instead lean down, and begin flicking it with my tongue. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

I know my breasts aren’t beautiful, I nursed both of my daughters, but he won’t listen to my protests. “Nonsense,” he argues. “They are beautiful, and perfect,” he smiles,” and delicious,” he adds as he suckles on my left nipple, his thumb massaging my right nipple in tight circles, resting on the hardened tip as he rotates it rhythmically. “Do you know what else is delicious,” he asks as one of his fingers slip between my labia, making the same lazy circles on my clit. I feel a tight cord of pleasure pulled taunt, connecting my breast to my clit, making my whole body electric with desire.

He then moved his hands on my breast which were restlessly dancing from side to side. I couldn't hold it anymore, I released my hot cum as Ken continued pounding again and again. Ken was so good, I enjoyed how he fucked me .He kept on rubbing my clit making me to want him more. The movement of my breast took his mind off. They made him hold them tight and fuck me with all his might He panted and groaned as he fucked me hard. I could feel my body shake. He groaned louder and felt him release his super thick milk inside me. He did it again and again before he laid helplessly on the couch, breathing so heavily.

“Fucking hell. You are the kinkiest, daddy!” “Just scraping the tip of the iceberg, little demon. Now we rock,” he took the weight of her breasts on his palms as he began to rock, teasing the nipples to standing before stoking down into the tight press of her thighs to press his fingertips against her clit so that each rock pushed her against them. As she came, throwing her head back onto his shoulder, her body arching within his hold, her c-nt throbbing around his c-ck, he sank his teeth into her exposed throat and followed.

I grin and pretend not to hear her moan of displeasure. The next time I approach her, I remove my shoes first so she doesn't hear me. She jumps when I place the cold metal of a nipple clamp against her skin. "These are tweezer clamps and shouldn't be too uncomfortable or cause problems with your milk production." I studied the subject in preparation for our return to kinky play. "Daddy did his homework," she says. A low moan follows as I attach the first clamp and then the other.

Kaden’s arm reached around my waist and started to circle my clit in rhythm to his thrusts. He paused and turned me around, sitting me on the table. “Take off your shirt.” I removed it and flung it to the corner of the room. Kaden helped with the hook of my bra and my breasts came tumbling out. “Play with your tits,” he said and thrust into me again. I started to knead my breasts, watching his facial expressions. The rougher I got with myself, the faster and harder he thrust. Fuck. Fuck. He loved my breasts.