Nipple Play Story Novels & Stories

I used to think Hannah had a filthy mouth, but his were in another level, if I closed my eyes I could still hear him saying it to me, wet your fingers, I want to know what you like, stroke faster kitten. My face flushed with heat and I thought of those strong sure fingers on my boobs, my nipples, ahh jeeez, what was that he called it? Breast play? Nipple play? I couldn’t remember but it was fucking hot. I’ve always had sensitive breasts, they were a sizable B-cups, nothing special if you asked me but the thinnest passing breeze would get my nips stiffening. I didn’t know anyone could be so skillful with them.

"Play with your titties. Show me how you like them touched." Faith started at her navel, both palms flat, sliding up her torso until she could feel the small globes of her breasts. She closed her eyes, no longer caring if someone could see her. She slid her fingers over her breasts until each hand had a swollen nipple. She heard herself moan and felt the heat between her legs grow. With her thumb and index finger, she twirled her nipples, now shriveled into tight buds with her excitement, back and forth in small circles, pinching them as she did. Her hips lifted off the seat, her pussy wanting attention.

Rubbed slow circles over my panties. “Play with them,” he ordered. “Tug. Pinch. Milk yourself like a cow. Show me how full you are.” I obeyed. Released my mouth with a wet pop. Fingers gripped one nipple. I rolled it. Tugged down firm. Milk sprayed in thin arcs. Splattered the desk. The other hand mirrored. Pulled. Twisted. Milk flowed steady. Warm streams ran over my knuckles. Down my stomach. I panted. Hips rocked against my hand.

My jaw tightens. “Don't stop,” she whispers. “What a nice cock you have,” she continues speaking, sticking to the script. I close my eyes tightly and try not to finish yet, but it's impossible. The image of Harper pops into my head and drags me to the brink of climax. Heavens! Those pink nipples, that little mouth running along the tip of my penis, that tight little pussy ready to please me... Damn! I can not take it anymore.

I almost thought this might be the end of me with the sweetness and softness of her nipple in my mouth. “Did he touch you here?” I growled as I consumed her. "Ohh." Eloise let out a delightful moan as I sucked on her nipple fervently. She held onto my hair, pulling it as if in a tug of war. I licked her, my tongue swirling around her pink nipples, and then I vigorously sucked on them again after teasing her with my tongue. Meanwhile, my other fingers were massaging her other breast, making sure every touch brought pleasure. I switched to the other one, watching Eloise as she tossed her head from side to side, biting her lip. I was enjoying the view as she seemed to appreciate what I was doin

And that pisses me off. Because it feels like an insult to my control. My position. The emotions I refuse to acknowledge, but that she keeps dragging out of me. “You have no idea,” I say quietly, leaning close to her again, “what you do to me.” And in her gaze—calm, steady, without even a hint of regret—I realize just how deeply I’ve fallen into a game I never meant to play. I don’t hold back anymore. I yank her crop top up, along with her bra, until her full breasts are bared before me. I latch onto them eagerly, hunger mixed with urgency.

Next, I pulled the ventilating tube from my nose and used my hand to wipe my lips clean. He really didn’t do that, did he? She wouldn’t really do that, would she? Because if she did, it would feel off. “No, I didn’t,” she laughed, glancing at my vitals. I scrunched my nose in confusion, feeling my breath catch in my throat. Then she playfully pointed at him when he wasn’t looking. “He absolutely did!” Absolutely not… I chuckled in disbelief, as if my ears were playing tricks on me. That just added to the fire inside me. I would choose to face anything rather than allow that man to press his disgusting lips against mine. That was super unsettling!

We love drinking milk from those luscious big milk flowing boobs while dicking her hard and fast. I return my attention back to the woman. She is biting her lower lips. Her right hand plucked her right nipple and twisted it. Milk started flowing down her nipple.She messaged it on her areola. Her other hand slowly moved down between her things. She spread her legs . She played with her clit. Running ,rotating her fingers on her folds spread her pussy lips. Her pussy is as pink as her nipples. She clenched her muscle, her pussy contracts and expands. The small hole winked at us. She throatfully moans.

I pulled her head up, letting my cock fall out of her mouth and down onto my belly, wet from her spit. She drew in a few deep breaths, her eyes wide. I glanced down to her chest, watching it rise and fall. Her nipples were still pebbled against her bodysuit. I reached out, snagging one of them between my fingers and pinching it lightly. Lyla gasped, her back arching. It made me smirk. I had a pair of nipple clamps back at the palace that would come in handy if it turned out she liked nipple play.

I could feel her slimy fluid on my abdomen. Still licking my way round her luscious breast, I get hold of the nipple tape, wearing it with saliva and peeling it off with my teeth. I pull in her hard nipple in my mouth, playing with them with my teeth. Her moan intensifies, just hers, no strange voice.