Breastfeeding Kink Novels & Stories

His hand kneaded the other breast, sending thin white streams spraying across his shirt. “Oh god… yes,” I whimpered, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. My hips rocked forward instinctively, seeking friction. He stayed latched for long, greedy minutes, alternating between deep, rhythmic pulls and softer, teasing licks that made my milk spray in fine arcs. He pulled back just enough to watch it happen, then dove in again, sucking noisily, swallowing audibly. “These fucking mommy tits,” he muttered against my skin, switching to the left breast. “So full and heavy for me. Look at you leaking everywhere. You love feeding me, don’t you? Say it.”

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

I wiggle my hips as a feeling of embarrassment and pleasure runs down my spine. “If you want me to stop, let go of me, okay?” I try to answer, but my voice is muffled. “Pinch my nipple if you understand.” I move my fingers across her pillowy skin until my thumb brushes against something hard and small. I grab hold of it with my thumb and forefinger and squeeze hard. She groans and rocks forward. I pinch again, this time even harder, and she groans again and grabs my other hand, placing it on her other breast.

Jennifer moaned softly as she continued to fondle and grope both breasts, while she sucked Linda's nipple. The older woman smiled as she gazed at the tiny teen's perfectly peaceful expression, as Jennifer enjoyed her first mouthful of nipple. Linda began to gently stroke the young girl's hair, as the scene brought back memories of her daughter suckling from her breasts as a baby. The older woman's pussy trembled when she remembered the numerous times that the act of breastfeeding her daughter had turned her on so much that she had masturbated as her daughter fed.

Then he attached the clamp. I gasped sharply at the sudden bite of pain. “Breathe, babygirl,” he murmured, attaching the second clamp to my right nipple. The chain connecting them dangled between my breasts. “The pain will turn into pleasure soon.” He gave the chain a light tug. I moaned, the sharp sensation shooting straight to my clit. Next, he picked up the spreader bar. He fastened the leather cuffs around my ankles, then extended the bar so my legs were forced wide apart, completely exposing my plugged pussy and ass.

He removed my clothes quickly, leaving me stark naked. He took one of my breasts in his mouth while kneading the second one. I moaned loudly dipping my hand on his soft hair, pulling his head closer. He roamed his hand around my body making me completely wet and restless. His hand stopped in my clit, rubbing and kneading it before inserting two fingers inside. I groaned out loudly my quaking in light tremors. He started moving it fast and deeper. I wouldn't stop moaning in pleasure.

I slip it off her arms and take her full breasts in to my hands and fondle them fiercely, playing with her nipples I pull squeeze and pinch them just so that I can hear her groan and moan in pleasure, which gives me pleasure in knowing that I can make her come undone just by touching her most sensitive areas. I then kiss and lick my way down her body to her clit, I lick, sucking it hard and nibbling on it until it is dark red and swollen just like her nipples. I take three of my finger and push them deep inside of her causing her to scream my name, taking my fingers out I look her right in her dark blue eyes and lick the pussy juices that are dripping down my fingers. Without giving any warn

He unhooked it with a deft twist, and his mouth closed over my nipple. “Oh god, Kevin!” I cried out, my head falling back against the cold mirror. The contrast of the cool glass and the hot, wet suction of his mouth was maddening. He lavished one breast, then the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks, sending jolts of pure electricity straight to my core, which was already throbbing, already soaking my sensible skirt.

Janelle was pulled into his arms, and they kissed passionately without caring who might see. “I’m hungry. I want milk.” Uncle Jackson licked his lips. Janelle immediately lifted her shirt and pressed herself toward him without hesitation. My vision blurred. I nearly lost my balance. We had been married for two years, but we barely had any intimacy. She was delicate, easily shy, and afraid of pain. Not long after she got pregnant, she told me she wanted a sex-free marriage. I could not bear to make her uncomfortable, so I agreed immediately. I even secretly underwent a vasectomy because she was afraid I might cheat.

Saltier? Does he have a breeding kink? You know… pump his milk into my womb and push all of it in with his large fingers, making sure not one drop goes to waste because it can’t. It’s too precious. “Daddy’s cum is too precious…” I whisper, my free hand going up to cup my big breast through my sweater. At the rate I’m jerking on the toilet as I fuck myself, it could break any moment now.