Good 'Till the Last Drop: Lactation Erotica Bundle Page 4

  “Sarah, where the hell are you?” a male voice called and then a young man with thick blonde hair popped into the tent.

  “What the fuck?” he asked, seeing the young server sucking from Bree’s breast, as Bree pleasured herself with one hand, and massaged her free breast with the other.

  Caught up in the moment, Bree asked in a husky voice, “Join us?”

  Unlike the girl, this server showed no uncertainty and he was at Bree’s side instantly, bringing his hungry mouth to Bree’s other breast.

  “Aggghh,” Bree moaned loudly, writhing on her lounge chair as she felt both of her breasts sucked and tugged. She could feel her breasts being drained of milk and she rubbed herself faster, feeling the tension build in her body. Arching her back, Bree knew she needed a release other than the one from her breasts and she cried out with desire as she came, twisting and trembling on the chair, Sarah and the young man still sucking firmly on her breasts.

  “Oh god,” the young man moaned as Bree came and she knew that her milk flow had sped up during her orgasm, before diminishing. Both servers pulled off and stood up as Bree hastily pulled her bikini top back up and fastened it behind her neck.

  “Wow, that was some good service,” Bree breathed.

  “I’m going to get back to my section,” the young man said awkwardly, eyeing Bree as if he wanted nothing more than to fuck her right then and there. Bree nodded, and the young man sadly left the cabana.

  “Hey! I’m hungry!” a voice called out as Dana stepped into the tent, followed by Lindsay.

  “Oh good!” Lindsay exclaimed upon seeing the server, “We were ready to order lunch.”

  The server plastered a smile on her face, dragged her eyes away from Bree, and said in a too-high, perky voice, “Great! What can I get you ladies?” Lindsay and Dana ordered, and Bree managed to order some type of sandwich but she didn’t pay much attention as she was still in shock from what had just happened. She hadn’t fooled around with a girl in nearly fifteen years. She bet Lance wouldn’t have minded that one so much. And there had been something so dirty about these two young servers drinking from her breasts. Bree figured they were in their early to mid twenties, at least ten years her junior. The server shot Bree one last salacious look before leaving the tent with their order.

  Lindsay giggled, “I think that girl has a crush on you.” Bree just waved her hand and took a sip of her daiquiri as she felt the moistness seep between her thighs.

  ***

  That evening the women dressed in their best outfits ready for their final night in Vegas. Their flight left at noon the next day and they had enjoyed their trip so far. Aside from Bree’s deviant escapades, she had enjoyed her time with her girlfriends. She missed Miles and Lance but she definitely wanted to squeeze in one last erotic encounter tonight before she went home. She had also managed to hide her trysts from Lindsay and Dana so far, and she wanted to keep it that way.

  Strutting around in the Mirage, Dana declared she wanted to go into the high roller room.

  “Dana! Come on, we don’t have money like that to spend,” Bree chided, teetering precariously on her four inch gold heels.

  “I do,” Dana sang, and she began to pull out a fat wad of bills from her purse.

  “Jesus!” Lindsay cried, rushing over and stuffing the money back into Dana’s purse.

  “Fifty thousand,” Dana crowed, her earlier martinis clearly taking effect.

  “Are you insane?” Bree hissed, “Carrying around that kind of money?”

  “What? William gave it to me,” Dana pouted, referring to her fiancé. “And I can do what I like, and I would like to go to the high roller room.”

  Bree sighed and she and Lindsay followed Dana to the high roller room. The room was intimate with low-lighting and plush seats. Dana walked boldly to a nearby table and threw the money down. The dealer counted the cash and spoke to Dana in hushed tones. Lindsay went to the bathroom and Bree rolled her eyes as she took a seat behind Dana, watching her throw away fifty grand.

  Rolling her neck, Bree shifted in her seat, and re-crossed her legs. Her deep red halter dress inched dangerously high, and she tugged it down her thighs to keep from a wardrobe malfunction. She gazed across the room and saw a slightly older man staring at her, his eyes fixed on her thighs. Bree wondered if she had given the man a bit of a show as she had crossed her legs.

  Curiosity getting the best of her, Bree uncrossed and then re-crossed her legs again, pausing ever so slightly for the man to get a view of her panties. The man definitely noticed and he threw all of his chips down and strode across the room towards her. He was tall, over six feet, and he had thick brown hair and dark hooded eyes. He was very attractive, with a strong jaw line and Bree guessed he was in his early forties. He wore an expensive-looking black suit, and his grey shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, giving him a slightly ruffled and relaxed appearance.

  As he approached Bree, he licked his lips as if zeroing in on his prey and Bree felt her body tense at the thrill.

  “Follow me,” he said in a clipped, accented voice. Bree shot up and followed behind this mysterious man, hoping to escape the room before Lindsay or Dana saw her. The man bee lined for the elevators and did not look back at Bree as he waited impatiently for the doors to open. Without a word, he stepped aside as the doors opened and motioned for Bree to enter first. Bree stepped inside, her breasts struggling against the confines of her tight dress, full and ready to burst.

  The elevator zoomed upwards and Bree watched the man cautiously unsure of what would unfold. They reached one of the top floors and the man again motioned Bree out of the elevator first, before he walked down the hall and unlocked a room. Bree stepped into a magnificent suite with full views of the strip. She gasped at the extravagant decor and the man smiled in a satisfied way.

  “You like?” he asked. Bree nodded. He stepped towards her slowly, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. Standing behind Bree, he ran his hands up the back of her thighs and under her skirt, grasping at her ass. Bree moaned slightly as she felt his fingers knead into her flesh, and moaned once more as she felt the man slide his finger under her thong string and snap it back against her.

  The man dropped to his knees and gently pushed up Bree’s dress, exposing her ass. He moved his mouth to her quivering cheeks and began to suck and bite as his fingers inched closer to her anus. Moaning all the while, Bree tried to stand still as the man played with her, and then she cried out as he spread her ass and pushed his tongue into her asshole.

  Running his hand to her front, the man gently moved along her underwear, rubbing her clitoris through the flimsy material. Bree’s breasts protested and she could feel her let down due to her arousal. Slowly, the man pulled Bree’s panties off, and Bree stepped gingerly out of them. Rubbing her pussy freely, the man then bent Bree over so he could lick her pussy from behind. His tongue rubbed her deliciously at his angle, and as he flicked his tongue against her, his hands massaged her asshole, ensuring Bree that she was thoroughly fondled.

  Stopping abruptly, the man stood up and moved towards a large bed just visible through a doorway; Bree followed him wordlessly.

  “Undress me,” he ordered. Bree pulled off his suit jacked, and slowly undid each of his shirt buttons, before pushing his shirt to the floor. His chest was sculpted and muscular and Bree couldn’t help but run her hands over it. She was aching for this man to bring his mouth to her breasts, but she restrained herself and continued disrobing him. She undid his belt, button and zippers, yanking his pants down, followed by his boxer briefs to reveal an eager, throbbing cock. But before Bree could wrap her mouth around him, he spoke.

  “Dominate me,” he breathed, “I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

  Bree’s eyes widened at this prospect, usually she enjoyed the men taking the lead, but this was an erotic turn of events.

  “Lie on your back on the bed,” Bree ordered watching the man eye her seductively before laying on the bed. She climbed atop him, and brought her hungry mouth to his cock, wanting to taste him. The man groaned as Bree ran her mouth along his length, stopping to bite and suck before pushing him deep into her throat. She could tell he was near orgasm, but she wasn’t nearly finished with him.

  “Sit up,” Bree commanded, and he sat up, aroused waiting for the next order. Bree unhooked her dress, yanking the top down and her engorged breasts broke free as they began to squirt steady streams of milky liquid.

  “Drink,” Bree ordered and she moaned from the pleasure of her sweet release. The man only paused a moment before bringing his mouth to Bree’s right breast, taking deep swallows as her milk flowed into his warm mouth and down his throat.

  “Ohhhh,” Bree whimpered, raking her hands through the man’s hair as the man groped at her other breast, his hand filling with milk as the juices ran over and through his fingers. Bree grinded against the man’s cock, continuing to moan as her breasts continued to spray on. Her dress hoisted around her middle, Bree positioned herself over the man’s meaty cock and gently lowered herself down just as the man switched to her other breast.

  Groaning deeply onto her nipple, the man responded to Bree’s tight pussy wrapping around him, and he bucked his hips in response.

  “Ohhh,” Bree moaned softly as she lowered all the way down, feeling herself stretch along. Breathing deeply, she pulled herself off so she was rubbed spectacularly and then lowered herself onto his throbbing cock once more. She began to move quickly up and down his shaft as the man groped at and sucked from her breasts.

  Bree took the opportunity to squeeze one of her breasts between her hands, spraying the man in the face. Overcome with desire, the man made a deep sound in his throat and he opened his mouth hungrily for Bree’s sweet milk to fall upon his tongue.

  Bree continued to ride him, shoving her breasts back in his mouth, wanting him to empty her of every succulent drop. Feeling herself near orgasm, Bree moved faster before exploding around his cock, her breasts gushing freely once more as streams of milk shot across the bed before the man could drink once more. Following suit, the man called out with his own release, his enthusiastic mouth pulling at Bree’s nipples.

  When Bree finally trembled from her last wave of pleasure, she gently pulled herself off the man. It struck her that she didn’t know his name.

  “What is your name?” she asked.

  “Pieter.”

  “Bree.”

  Knowing she needed to get back to Lindsay and Dana, Bree slipped her thong back on and pulled her dress back down. Just before she fastened her halter, Pieter was beside her licking his lips and pressing them to her breasts. His mouth tugged furiously at her aching nipples, downing her last drops so Bree was as dry as she had ever been. She tilted her head back, moaning as Pieter worked her over one last time. Reluctantly, he pulled away when he could coax no more milk out.

  Bree snapped her top and steadied herself before walking towards the door.

  “Can we do this again tomorrow evening?” Pieter asked, his accent heavy once more. Sadly, Bree shook her head and quietly left the room. She stepped into the elevator, pulling at her dress as she tamed her hair. Vegas had been an amazingly erotic adventure. She would return home rested, relaxed and well-fucked. Yes, Bree had milked Vegas for all it was worth and Vegas had happily done the same for her.

  Lactation Domination

  By

  Jemma Jones

  Smashwords EDITION

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Jemma Jones for Smashwords

  Lactation Domination

  Copyright © July 2012 by Jemma Jones

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

  Adult Material

  Juliet sighed deeply as she rested her head on the newspaper. She took a small sip of her coffee, and tiptoed from her seat to check on her sleeping daughter. She was sleeping peacefully in her swing, and Juliet returned to scanning the Classified Section.

  A new mom, Juliet had her hands full. She had returned to work part time three weeks ago, and she and her husband, Matt, argued constantly about money. They were struggling to make ends meet but it was important to them to have Juliet only work part time. Desperate, Juliet had decided to scan the classifieds for any jobs that she could possibly do on the weekends or at nights when Matt could be home with their daughter.

  Coming up with nothing, Juliet bit down on her nails, fretting about how they would pay the mortgage for the coming month. She angrily flipped the newspaper over, not wanting to even look at the word “classifieds.” Glaring at the paper, she noticed that the personals were on the back. Deciding she could use a bit of a laugh, she began reading some of the personals. “Sexy older woman seeking young fox.” “WM, chubby, seeking fellow chubby chick who enjoys toys.” “Bald and proud looking for kinky life partner.”

  Juliet managed a small smile before an ad at the bottom of the page caught her eye. “Dom looking for sub. Generous pay. Lactating wanted.” The words generous pay and lactation had attracted her attention. She was nursing and she and Matt always joked that she should find a way to sell her breast milk because she had so much of it. She had even gone so far as to look into selling her breast milk to families who had adopted, but she had no luck in that search. And here, directly in front of her, was an ad looking for someone who lactated.

  Juliet slammed the paper down in frustration and leapt out of her chair. She began pacing the kitchen floor, her brain working at top speed. She was actually considering answering this personal ad. And not only that, but she was thinking of doing it without telling Matt. She knew Matt wanted her to find a way to make more money, but she was certain that being a submissive to someone with a lactation fetish was not what he had in mind.

  Before she could change her mind, she quickly grabbed her cell phone and punched in the number from the ad.

  “Hello?” answered a deep voice.

  “Umm- hi – yes, I was just calling because I happened to see your personal and…” Juliet trailed off.

  “Yes,” the husky voice paused, and something about the pause made Juliet squirm.

  “Well, I just wanted some more information. I’m nursing,” she lamely explained.

  There was a sharp intake of breath on the other line. “So you are lactating?” the voice asked, unable to hide the quiet thrill of excitement .

  “Yes,” Juliet squeaked.

  “Have you been a submissive before?”

  “No.

  “I see,” the voice said quietly.

  “But I’m a fast learner!” Juliet blurted out. Something about the voice was mysterious and sexy, and Juliet found herself wanting to know who was behind it.

  “Then perhaps we should arrange a meeting. You should wear your hair down and straight. I want you in black underwear and bra, as well as black heels. Your clothing does not interest me. Could you meet at eight tomorrow night?”

  Juliet’s mind was racing, trying to take in what the man had said, and also trying to figure out what she would tell Matt.

  “Yes, I can do that,” she said, grabbing a pen and scribbling down the address. The man lived in a home not far from Juliet.

  “I need your name,” the man said softly.

  “Juliet.”

  “I am Jonathan, but you will address me as Sir when you arrive,” he instructed.

  “Yes. Umm – see you tomorrow,” Juliet said hanging up the phone. A nervous thrill ran through her body and she could not believe what she was about to do. She realized they had never discussed payment and she groaned, realizing she should have asked while on the phone. Since Matt was still at work, and her daughter was still sleeping, Juliet stole upstairs to rifle through her undergarments drawer. She found a deep plunging black nursing bra and a thin, gauzy pair of black boyshorts that hugged her ass in just the right way. Juliet knew this meeting was wrong, but she couldn’t help the thrilling anticipation she felt for the following day.

  ***

  The next day flew by, and before she knew it, Juliet found herself getting out of the shower, cleaned and freshly shaven. She blew her hair out and then ran a straighter over it to make sure it was straight, as Jonathan had instructed. Juliet had told Matt that she was heading out for dinner and drinks with some of the new moms she had met at Mommy and Me.

  After carefully applying her makeup, she stepped into her boyshorts, carefully pulling them up her thighs, the material brushing her seductively. She pulled on the bra, relieved she had bought a sexy nursing bra. Her huge breasts strained against the material, and Juliet knew within an hour or two her breasts would be begging for empty as she normally pumped in the evening.

  Next, she slipped into a simple black dress and made sure to wear her black heels. She stepped in front of the full-length mirror to observe her reflection, and was happy with the results. Her dark brown chestnut hair hung in a shiny sheet down her back, and her large brown eyes shone brightly. The makeup accented her high cheekbones and she was pleased to see that she did not look as tired as she felt. Her breasts fought against the dress, her cleavage deep and on display, but there was nothing Juliet could do about that. Nursing had turned every outfit into something revealing.

  Juliet slowly made her way downstairs, not wanting to wake the baby. Matt was lying on the couch, watching baseball.

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