Lactation Kink Books Novels & Stories

I could imagine it, every little thing he wanted to do to me, and while I had no earthly idea if I’d enjoy most of the things or not, I could imagine it, and it drove me crazy with lust. I kept unconsciously touching myself, my hand slipping between my legs, eager to take care of the throbbing, aching need that pulsated in my pussy, but I kept stopping myself, aware that anyone with a key could walk into the office at any time. I had always known about kink has a concept, had a surface understanding of bondage and discipline. I had no idea how deep it really went. I did not know there were so many things people found erotic. The final pages were a shortened version of Troy's yes list, but wi

She could feel the magic spreading — into her breasts, down her spine, even into the sensitive skin behind her knees and along the back of her neck. By the time she turned the fourth page, every single letter in the entire library had become an erogenous zone. The simple act of remembering the title of any book on the shelves made her clit throb. Reciting the Dewey decimal system in her head made her nipples ache. The tentacles celebrated her total corruption.

The specialist smiled. “Excellent let-down reflex. You respond beautifully to mechanical stimulation. The clients will love you.” She increased the suction. My milk flowed faster, white and creamy, filling the bottles quickly. While the machine worked my tits, she slid two fingers between my legs and found me soaking wet. “Perfect. High sexual correlation with lactation. Many clients enjoy combining milking with penetration. You will be very popular here.” After the evaluation, I signed the contract. Five thousand dollars per eight-hour shift, plus performance bonuses for volume produced and client satisfaction ratings. I would work three days a week. All clients were vetted, tested, and req

“Your tits are so full for me now. Tasting your milk while you carry my baby… it’s fucking addictive.” I moaned loudly, arching into his mouth as pleasure shot through me. He slid two thick fingers into my dripping pussy without warning, curling them against my g-spot while continuing to nurse from my heavy breasts. The pregnancy had made lactation play intensely erotic, every suck sent waves of heat between my legs. I came quickly, thighs trembling, walls clenching around his fingers as fresh juices soaked his hand and the sheets.

He took a chair and sat near her to watch her closely. While her tongue is now numb, she feels the sting on the clothespin clipped on her nipples. She closes her eyes and starts slowly caressing herself, imagining he’s the one touching her. She inserts one of her fingers inside and moves it gradually, she starts moaning softly and her legs start to close. He observes her intently, while slowly undressing himself. The sound arouses him, the sight satisfies his kink and boosts his ego. She whimpers loudly and he detects that she’s about to reach her limit. He then removes the clothespins from her chest and licks her nipples, then stops her from touching herself.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

CONTENT WARNING: Extreme breast torture, rubber-band bondage, whipping, nipple clamps, forced orgasm, tit-fucking, humiliation, pain play CHAPTER THREE At the same time Lila was reading over her list of tasks, the extremely buxom blonde Brooke was sitting in front of her computer reading over her own list; most of which were as distasteful to her as her counterpart’s had been. After reading over her list, Brooke tried to call Lila but only got her answering machine. She’d been wondering what Lila’s list was like… she wanted to get an idea of how many of these tasks she’d have to do in order to beat her friend. It wasn’t an easy list for her to swallow.

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

“What exactly was the treat, though? I love your tits, baby. I just thought it would be something different.” “Well, see your mother let me in on a small secret.” She said. “though you probably don’t want to hear it.” “I want to hear it, but I don’t want to think of my mother.” He chuckled. “Well, there is a small portion of women who get excited enough when breastfeeding that they have to have sex right afterward. The thought is that when they are pregnant, their partner finds their enlarged tits to be fun to play with. It kind of rewires the pleasure sense. Now breastfeeding isn’t sexual at all, but it helps some couples bond after the baby is born because it involves them all.” Kathleen s

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?"