Lactation Fantasies Novels & Stories

🎤You weren't near me, 🎤When I was scared in the long night, 🎤You weren't there, 🎤When they put me to sleep. 🎤You weren't near me, 🎤When I said that I was lonely. 🎤You weren't beside me, 🎤When all I felt was pain. 🎤Don't wake me up, 🎤I don't want to see you again, 🎤I've had enough, 🎤You weren't near me, 🎤La, la, la, 🎤La, la, la, la, la, la, la.

The air conditioned atmosphere made goosebumps rise on my skin, and caused my nipples to harden as well. Luther noticed this and smirked, standing up from his place on the desk and crawling into the bed. "Go on, keep working. I won't bother you." I abandoned the bed, figuring I'd do something else until he got bored. Just as I bent down to pick up the basket of laundry, he spoke again. "How about another five thousand for the skirt and underwear too? Take everything off and it's yours." I turned, face burning, ready to reject him as shame overtook my need for money.

They were massive, fat and soft, with the most suckable nipples I’d ever seen in my life. “Mmm…” I moaned, latching onto her nipple and sucking. It felt like my ultimate fantasy coming true, and it was so intense that it felt surreal. “Good boy. Drink mommy’s milk, show me how much you love my big tits.” she said, squeezing her breasts and assisting in the flow. “Oh my God.” I said, my eyes going wide as her sweet nectar invaded my mouth. I had no idea that she would be lactating, or that her milk could taste so damn good.

Sensation overwhelm my ability to think as His tongue swirls and dances, only to pull back again, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth with a wet plop. I writhe beneath him, trying to maneuver my breast back into his mouth, “Right here. Please. I want to feel your lips on me.” “And?” he prods. My eyes flutter shut as his fingers trace a path down my body, coming to rest at my core, “You’re not telling me everything,” Every nerve in my body sings in delight. “C’mon, baby,” he purrs, gently stroking my little bud. “Tell me what those fantasies are.” his fingers part my folds, slipping into my snatch. I let out a low, throaty moan. My body arches, pressing against his hand.

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

she laughs. "Fine, ruin my fantasy," I say, "no chocolate milk? Then, let's forget the whole thing!" We're both laughing and I watch her bountiful tits bouncing around as I continue. "Still, never having seen your breasts, Cyn, I expect to be quite enamored with them and spend a lot of time exploring them." I look right at her tits as I continue, speaking softly and slowly. "I want to fondle, suckle, nibble and just lose myself in them until they are so aroused and so sensitive that you beg me to move on to the rest of your body." She's leaning forward with her elbow on the table, her hand under her chin, clearly getting into my fantasy as evidenced by the protrusion of her nipples, pushing

Christ, it’s goddamn large:swollen to bursting, areola the size of a silver dollar, dark and puffy, nipple fat and erect, leaking a pearly bead that rolls down the curve like liquid sin. Her manicured fingers are milking herself in slow, rhythmic squeezes—squelch-squelch-squelch—milk jetting into a crystal bowl in thin, high-pressure arcs. Pssst-pssst-pssst. The bowl’s half-full, swirling with a faint blue tint—some OnlyFans lactation supplement, no doubt. Chat’s exploding: “SQUIRT IT IN MY MOUTH MOMMY” “$500 FOR A PRIVATE MILK BATH”.

Kathrine bit her lower lip. Stacy's jaw dropped, then she burst into laughter, poking Katherine's side. "Oh, Kat! Your dominant hunk wants to turn you into his personal milk machine? That's hot as hell, kinky, but possible with hormones, you know you need to see your gynac for that or if you're pregnant. Bet he'd love sucking you off while you lactate." She teased relentlessly, mimicking a suckling motion. "Imagine him pinning you down, latching on while he fucks your wet pussy. You'd be dripping for him."