Lesbian Milking Novels & Stories

"Lily! You're a lesbian, you can't say that word!" Lily chuckled. "Why not? I'm a product of that very same sperm-egg magic, okay? It's still not scientifically possible for two hot women to bump holes and produce a kid... yet. Give science some time, though. I'm sure they'll figure out a way to make lesbian reproduction a thing." "I'll give you some time." Chelsea laughed out before his expression turned serious, as he remembered his heart to heart conversation with Sarah, about Arc. "What's that sigh about? Spit it out," Lily prodded.

Being a lesbian was for women who cut their hair short and wore flannel! A part of me knew that was a stupid, bigoted thought, but I was grasping at straws. I was also grasping at other things, as my rationalizing had nothing to relieve the heat building in my body. My traitorous mind contemplated what it would be like to kiss her, what sounds she would make as I nuzzled her neck. As my left hand continued to knead my breast, my right dipped down to the waistband of my panties. As it slipped under I could feel the wet warmth there, and I knew I'd lost the battle.

"Pity a poor woman like me. I have no children at my age, and now I've lost my husband to a mistress. I just wanted a chance at IVF, but that mistress had the nerve to tell me I deserved to be childless. "I tried to let it go, but I can't stand her arrogance! If every mistress acts this boldly, are the rest of us just supposed to suffer in silence? That's why I'm standing up to fight back! She lives right in this neighborhood, but the management won't let me in. I can't even get justice." I skimmed through her recent videos. In all of them, Sabrina twisted the facts and played the victim, exploiting people's hatred of mistresses to gain sympathy.

My nipples hardened under my thin top, straining against the fabric in response to the raw sexuality radiating from those entwined bodies. As the farmhand fucked her, the hucow produced more milk, so much so that the milking machine struggled to keep up with her supply. The barn was full of women. "What's happening?" I gasped. "Hucows need constant sexual pleasure to produce," Easton explained. "So, we ensure their needs are met. And there isn't a shortage of willing hands to assist." "Are they... aware?" I asked hesitantly, peeking at the bliss-stricken faces of the writhing women.

my manager asks me, even my co-Model who was with me in the changing room got curious. "We're dating that's it," I said then shrug, like can I said I was her Slave? no, it's not gonna happen it's a secret, Black Angel Society was a known LGBTQ community Society of course, from outside they know it was a brotherhood and sisterhood for LGBTQ members rich or poor, they know some stuff like Racing or any sports or casino only for the members, and there is this Famous island that exclusively only members can go, it's really expensive so rich members can. "Shun Yu is a Lesbian we know it but she's so hot," My co-model Lian said, I just smile.

Jenny asked stunned at the question. "Slaves are not allowed to masturbate, but slaves can take care of each other's needs," Melissa explained. "But, I'm not... a lesbian! Yesterday evening the other girls also tried-"Jenny protested. "Nobody will force you, and if you change your mind you're welcome. Melissa had a difficult exercise this morning and I think she needs a release," Alex explained as she disrobed with fear. She hoped not to have to show the diaper and the chastity belt. But Jenny did not react. So, after her leather top, she removed her squirt.

His penis was fully erect, but it was easily buried. They moved their heavy-looking breasts up and down to stroke the sensitive rod with their extremely soft tits. “I must apologize, Your highness … I am already leaking milk…” Milia blushed a little and white milk left the tips of her springy maid boobs to wet all four breasts. Camelia, seeing this exclaimed in admiration. "So this is the Milk. It's the first time I saw a woman, not pregnant lactate." The rod contained between them was overwhelmed. The pleasure of their double titjob stimulated his lust to the point he thought his lower body would melt away.

"She might enjoy that, though I warn you. Even though we've gotten her to loosen up a little and accept sexual favors from females, she's shown no inclination to lick cunt in return, Mistress." "Well, I always have you for that, don't I?" "Yes, Mistress, you do. Lisa, Rhonda and I. Rhonda is a lesbian and the best cunt licker here. She has to get ready for work at 10:30, but until then, she's yours." "That's another story I need to hear. How you acquired a lesbian slave." "We definitely have a lot to discuss, Mistress, and the whole evening to discuss it. I can even tell you while Rhonda licks your cunt, if you can pay sufficient attention, or while you're licking Shasta if you're inclined t

She kept this fact to herself and remained stoic and complaisant whenever the guards came to abuse her as she waited for the right time to strike back. Along with her pregnancy came a flurry of out of control hormones. This was clearly something that Peanut hadn’t expected or anticipated when he entered the room for her middle of the night milking. It wasn’t unusual for Les to hold her still while Peanut suckled a bit of milk from her breast before he attached the breast pump to it. Peanut enjoyed the taste and forcing her into submission while watching him rob her breast of the nectar turned Les on to the point that he needed no preparation to enter her. In return, watching Les take he

one girl said and I gave her a weak smile. “Yeah, we don't. We're convicted as well and we’re treated less than other wolves. What would we gain from hating you?” another said. “I've always admired you. You always stand up for yourself,” an ivory-skinned girl said shyly. “That's something I've never been able to do.” I was positively surprised. A wide smile crept over my face as I thanked them all. “Why did you end up in a brothel then?” Mila asked.