Breastfeeding Kink Novels & Stories

Releasing the taut nipple with a pop, he focused his attention to the other, suckling on it like a child a he kneaded the previous one. All I could do was mewl and whimper, feeling my essence run down my thighs and my insides burn. My face grew red in mortification but Kieran didn't seem to care as he continued to manhandle my breasts, giving it his undivided attention. I began to grind my hips into the air, doing my best to push my body to his, needing him to get me out of my misery.

Goosebumps rose all over my body. A strange, embarrassing feeling washed over me. And yet, my body started to tingle in a weird way. I had never done this in front of so many men since I was a child. Seeing the admiration and hunger in their eyes gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. Evidently, my curves were enough to get those men excited. I took out the breast pump and positioned the breast shield. “New moms and dads, watch closely. This is how you use the breast pump.”

He took her bra off. “You’re so sexy, kitten!” He kissed her breasts, then took one of her breasts in his mouth and started sucking and biting her nipples. He took it in between his teeth making her moan louder. She curled her toes but couldn’t move. She only arched her back to endure the pleasure he was causing her. “Scream my name, baby. I want you to scream my name on top of your voice.” Manik’s lips brushed her skin and bit her another nipple.

"Like them.... I think they are extremely sexy, cool... you name it. I love them. Can I play with them?" You can do anything and everything to these babies you little heart desires." She stated matter-of-factly as she held them up for me. I sat up and gently pinched the ringed nipple between my fingers. I pulled on the small ring and the band of gold forced the red tip of mom's breast to follow. Mom didn't move at all. Instead her eyes closed and she threw her head back and uttered a guttural moan. "Oh yes baby pull the little ring. You don't know how long I have waited for a man to do that. Oh yes baby pull harder....... Yes baby stretch my nipples........ ooooohhhhhh that hurts sooooo gooo

She mоаnѕ аnd I lift оut оnе breast frоm thе loose neckline. I suck and lісk and lаvе оn her tеndеr flеѕh, and she grоаnѕ, wrіgglіng under mу mouth tо рull dоwn thе tор оf hеr drеѕѕ to her waist. I рull away mаѕѕаgе both of hеr breasts now, рrеѕѕіng them tоgеthеr аnd kneading hеr ѕkіn until ѕhе’ѕ gаѕріng wіth рlеаѕurе.

“I don’t care.“ I said, pulling at his waistband. He assisted, pushing his trousers down his hand, freeing his cock, hard and thick. I threw my tank top over my head, and threw it away. Then he reached for my bra; he put one hand round it, and unhooked it, letting my breasts fall out. He put his head in and sucked my left nipple, flicking the tongue over it and squeezing the other with his hand. I moaned , and reached for his hair.

I'm kinky, but not kinky enough. He grinned and came over to me. She holds a tweezer nipple clamp with dangling black balls, which are as small as pearls but weighted for added stimulation. There is a pad at the end of the clamp and an adjustable sliding ring to adjust how tight it is. He kissed me again, and then his kiss went down my neck to my breast. I gasped when he gobbled it up with his mouth and alternately sucked my n*pples. He s*cked it eagerly, and my center drooled even more. After he sucked my nipple, he put on the nipple clamp, and I bit my lip when I felt a pleasurable sting at the tip of my breast. I breathed in and out entirely, causing my desire to heighten because Azul was

Postpartum and motherhood only made her more addictive. Morning sessions: Nursing Marcus while I fucked her slowly from behind, cock in her ass, gentle but deep. Risky afternoons: Quick, hard fucks in the home office or garden, her skirt up, panties aside, me pounding her cunt or ass against walls. Nights of extremes: Full restraint in the soundproofed basement playroom. Suspension ropes. Fucking machines combined with my cock. Double fisting while she lactated. Anal fisting. Hours of orgasm denial followed by explosive release. Breeding sessions where I filled her repeatedly, talking about expanding the bloodline.

I scoop out a generous amount and slowly rub it over both my nipples and areolas while he watches, his eyes darkening with lust. “Preparing myself for you,” I whisper. “I want the milk to be extra sweet.” Knox groans in approval. I lower myself again, offering him the treated breast. He sucks deeply, drawing the cream-laced milk into his body with every pull. I straddle him fully and begin rocking my hips in languid rolls, savoring the fullness of him inside me. Milk flows freely, coating his tongue, spilling from the corners of his mouth, and trailing down his neck in creamy streams. The room fills with the sounds of his eager sucking and my soft gasps.

He kisses his way to my breast, finds my nipple, and sucks until my hips lift from the bed. "God," I moan. He laughs and slides my other breast free. I couldn't feed Carson before we left because of the dress and corset. I pumped milk the last two days so we could have a wedding night. This time I was smart enough to pack the milker. I still feel uncomfortable while it's doing its thing. "You taste divine," Rack whispers. "You're a kinky bastard," I tell him with another long sigh. "The kinkiest. I need to keep you pregnant so I can enjoy this for years. Twelve babies, remember?"