Good 'Till the Last Drop: Lactation Erotica Bundle Page 6

  Jonathan gasped loudly before instinctively moving his mouth towards her breasts, trying to catch her milk. Juliet moaned in relief as her breasts emptied themselves and she watched with a salacious thrill as Jonathan’s face was sprayed as he moved his hungry mouth from breast to breast. He gasped as he tried to swallow her sweet milk, and droplets of milk clung to his cheeks, while fat drops rolled down his chin. It was by far the most erotic thing Juliet had ever witnessed.

  Jonathan continued to thrust in and out of her, while Juliet’s milk continued to flow freely due to her fullness and sexual arousal. One of her breasts leaked milk, and it dripped down her stomach and onto the black bed sheets, soaking the material. Meanwhile, Jonathan focused on the other breast, squeezing it with both hands as his mouth pressed firmly against her nipple, suckling her, interrupted by his small moans of pleasure.

  Juliet moaned loudly, fighting her restraints and wanting to grab onto Jonathan’s dark hair as he sucked her dry. Satisfied with the one breast, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving on to her other breast. Juliet could feel her milk dwindling and the tug on her nipples made the sensations in her groin that much hotter. The nipple stimulation plus deep penetration sent Juliet over the edge and her body rocked from her second orgasm, which was even more intense than the first. Crying out, she felt her milk surge through her breasts again, and Jonathan’s strangled cry let her know that he was coming too.

  Again, Jonathan moved his mouth between her breasts, trying to catch the final jets of milk. Juliet watched as one breast shot all over his face, while his mouth eagerly drank from her other breast. Juliet’s breathing began to return to normal, and at last Jonathan pulled off her breasts as they had finally run dry. Jonathan pulled Juliet’s arms up over his head before undoing the ropes. Juliet shook out her wrists, her skin tingling from the tightness.

  “Holy fuck,” Jonathan whispered, staring at Juliet.

  “Get on all fours,” he said quietly, and Juliet, unbelieving there could possibly be more, obeyed, her ass facing Jonathan. She felt his hands first as they moved along her ass, spreading her cheeks and digging his fingers into her flesh.

  “That was one of the most intense encounters I have ever had,” he breathed into her skin. “I want to spank you, it felt so fucking good.”

  Juliet’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his hands rove along her ass.

  “But not tonight. One night, I will take your ass and make it mine, but not tonight. Do you understand? I will claim your ass.”

  “Yes, sir,” Juliet whispered. Then just as quickly as he had grabbed her ass, Jonathan slid off the bed, and scooped up his clothes.

  “See you downstairs,” he said, before disappearing, stark naked, from the room.

  “Holy shit,” Juliet whispered to herself as she lay on the bed, unable to move. She wanted to feel guilty, but she just couldn’t, considering she had just experienced the hottest sex of her life. Forcing herself to move, she undid the collar and placed it back in the closet. She slipped her bra off, and tied her hair back before turning on the shower and stepping inside.

  She rinsed off quickly, not wanting to waste time and knowing she needed to get home. She dressed with speed and crept downstairs, unsure of what to expect. Dressed in jeans and black t-shirt, Jonathan sat in the sitting room with a pot of tea on the table, along with cups, spoons, sugar and cream.

  Smiling shyly, Juliet sat on the black leather couch, not believing she had sat there only an hour and half earlier, not knowing what to expect from this man. Jonathan poured the tea and handed it to Juliet, a true gentleman.

  “Thank you,” she said, realizing how strange this was.

  “Juliet, you were perfect. That was more than I could have possibly hoped for when I set out to find a sub.”

  Again, Juliet blushed, unsure as to why she felt proud of being a lactating submissive and cheating wife to boot.

  “You’re so quiet. Did you not enjoy yourself?” Jonathan asked and his green eyes filled with insecurity and worry.

  “No! No! No! It was amazing. I’m still kind of in shock that it happened,” she admitted, sipping her tea, politely.

  “Please tell me we can do this again,” he whispered.

  “Yes, I’d like that.”

  Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief. “I don’t want to keep you any longer,” he said, staring pointedly at Juliet’s wedding ring. He rose and went to an ornate side table under a window and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a large wad of cash and began counting bills under his breath. Juliet stood up, trying to look dignified as she took the money. She decided she would need to tell Matt that she got a job, but she would not be able to admit how much she was actually making. Maybe she would also say she got a promotion at work to explain the rest of the money.

  Jonathan walked towards her and handed her an envelope filled with bills.

  “Eight hundred.”

  Juliet’s mouth dropped.

  “You were better than anything I could have anticipated and you tasted delicious. My thirst for your milk in unquenchable.” He walked a stunned Juliet to the door and opened it.

  “Can we do this again Friday night?” he asked softly.

  “Yes, I’d like that,” Juliet said. Jonathan leaned down and surprised Juliet by planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

  “Until Friday,” he said chivalrously. Shaking her head at the polite dom, Juliet hurried down his steps and down the street towards her hidden car. Once inside the car, she squealed with delight at the cash in her purse. She hurried home, her secret buried deep and deliciously within her.

  ***

  Three days later, Juliet found herself making dinner, her thoughts drifting to her next encounter with Jonathan, which was only mere hours away. When she had arrived home from her first encounter, Matt was sleeping on the couch. Relieved, Juliet gave him a quick kiss and went upstairs. The next day Matt asked only if she had a good time. Juliet, whore that she now was, felt a twinge at her trusting husband, but made herself feel better by arguing that she was doing this for the sake of her family. That may have been true at first, but after seeing and being with Jonathan, she feared that she would still carry on with him, even if he paid her nothing.

  Besides the fact that Jonathan was sex on legs, there was something erotic about being owned by him and being told what to do. Once Juliet had slipped that collar on, she had no longer been Juliet but instead Jonathan’s toy. It was a strange liberating feeling in her loss of control. There was no thinking, only obeying and trying to please. And Juliet had felt such power in pleasing Jonathan and letting him drink her milk.

  Yesterday afternoon Juliet told Matt that she got a job working a couple nights a week at an answering service for a doctor’s office. She figured that would be hard for him to trace and easy enough to believe. Matt was very excited, which made Juliet feel worse, and he was in high spirits when he came home in time for dinner, before Juliet had to go to “work.”

  After dinner, she and Matt put their daughter down for bed and Juliet busied herself with getting ready. She put on the same black bra, but this time she wore a thin, black thong. She made sure her hair was as straight as possible. Since her clothes didn’t matter, she decided to dress business casual so as not to make Matt wonder. Tonight she opted for black pants and a flowy green blouse. Of course, she made sure to wear heels. Grabbing her purse, Juliet said goodbye to Matt, who once again was watching baseball, and she hurried out the door.

  Excitement coursed through her body as she climbed behind the wheel and drove a little too quickly to Jonathan’s. She had hardly slept since their first tryst, and today she could think of nothing else besides tripping around his lusty bedroom, wearing nothing but a collar and being his slave. Her mouth watered at the mere thought of sucking his cock, and she could feel the blood pumping deep between her legs.

  Parking down the street once more, she hurried along the sidewalk before ringing his doorbell and stopping herself from bouncing on the stoop in her anticipation. She knew she couldn’t show this eagerness to Jonathan, and just before the door opened, she composed herself, a calm and serene look coming upon her face.

  The door swung open and Jonathan stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Juliet’s eyes drank in his powerful chest, his unruly hair, his smoldering eyes. She wanted to throw herself at him, but she thought otherwise. Jonathan smiled at seeing Juliet and he held the door open, watching her ass as she walked by. Juliet stood in the foyer for a moment, unsure.

  “By all means,” Jonathan said, gesturing to the stairs. A seductive smile played on Juliet’s lips as she made her way up the steps. Once she had closed the bedroom door behind her, she hurried to the closet where she hung her purse, and gently placed her clothes on hangers. Fastening her collar, she made her way to the bed, sitting down in her submissive pose on the inviting mattress as she waited for her master to enter the room.

  Within moments, Jonathan entered and Juliet quickly snapped her head down before he stepped into the room. She watched as his legs and feet made their way towards her; he was not going to the chair this time.

  “Look at me,” he commanded. Juliet carefully raised her head, fixing her eyes on Jonathan’s face.

  “Did you think of me since our last meeting?” he demanded.

  Juliet nodded and Jonathan raised his eyebrows.

  “Yes, sir!” she exclaimed quickly, forgetting.

  “I’ve thought about you, as well. You and your glorious ass,” Jonathan paused and sat on the bed next to Juliet.

  “Lay across my lap,” he said softly.

  “Yes, sir.” Juliet awkwardly arranged herself across Jonathan’s knees and he helped arrange her body so that she was more comfortable.

  “Do you know what I’m about to do?” he asked silkily.

  “Spank me,” she said, her voice quivering with desire.

  “Spank me, what?” Jonathan demanded roughly.

  “Spank me, sir!” Juliet cried, realizing her mistake. Gently, Jonathan rubbed his palm against her bare, pale flesh, sighing with pleasure. Juliet’s pussy pulsed with desire as her body anticipated Jonathan’s next move.

  “Beg me to spank you,” he ordered softly.

  “Please, sir, spank me,” she said, groaning with her desire.

  “Say it like you mean it,” he growled.

  “Please, sir! Please, spank me! Please!” she begged, her voice filled with need and longing.

  “As you wish.”

  Juliet didn’t have a moment to think before she heard the loud resonating smack and her body reacted to the feeling of Jonathan’s palm against her flesh.

  “Ahh!” she cried out, twisting from the stinging pain, twisting, yet the pain quickly turned to pleasure.

  “Again!” she begged.

  “Again, what?”

  “Sir! Again, sir!”

  His palm met her other cheek with another loud smack and Juliet writhed on Jonathan’s lap, the physical sensation consuming all of her.

  “Your ass belongs to me,” he groaned, and Juliet could feel his growing erection pushing against the restraint of his pants. Jonathan spanked her again and again and when Juliet felt she could take no more, Jonathan released her. Whimpering softly, she crawled onto the bed, collapsing and panting, her body sore yet singing.

  “On all fours,” Jonathan ordered, and groaning, Juliet forced herself upright as Jonathan pulled her thong down her legs. Moving his head behind her, he brought his mouth up to her wet and swollen pussy.

  “Argghh!” Juliet cried out as Jonathan sucked on her clit from behind, tugging it with his hot, urgent mouth. She clutched at the bed covers as she rocked on her hands and knees. Her bottom stung from being spanked, yet her sex was dripping with her arousal. She braced herself as Jonathan ravaged her with his tongue, turning her into a panting, wanton mess. Unable to take any more, she came violently, rocking and moaning on the bed as Jonathan continued to push his mouth against her tender and sensitive sex.

  For the second time, Juliet collapsed on the bed and mercifully Jonathan let her be for a few moments. He ran his hand across her pink and tender cheeks, admiring his handiwork, and Juliet turned to look back at him. A small smile played across his lips. Juliet returned the smile but before she could even blink, Jonathan had flipped her over so she was lying on her back, gazing up at their naughty positions. Jonathan hopped off the bed, and grasping Juliet by her ankles, pulled her down the bed so that her legs were hanging over the mattress.

  Jonathan reached in his pants and pulled out a condom, before quickly undoing his pants and stepping out of them. He yanked his boxer briefs down and his cock was thick and pointing to the ceiling.

  “Juliet,” he groaned, grazing her collar with his fingers, before thrusting into her with all his might.

  “Argh!” Juliet cried out, as fullness washed over her. Jonathan towered over her as he drove into her, owning her and possessing her in every possible way. Pulling at her arms, Jonathan righted Juliet so that she was sitting up, facing him.

  “Take off your bra!” he demanded, his voice ragged with lust. Fumbling, Juliet unhooked her bra, and her breasts bounced free, falling against her body, heavy with the weight of her milk. A strangled cry came from deep within Jonathan’s throat and he watched with wonder as a slow trickle of milk came from her nipples. Jonathan watched as fat drops of milk, rolled down Juliet’s stomach and continued towards her pussy, before mingling with her arousal. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Jonathan brought his hungry lips to Juliet’s breasts, sucking vigorously, causing her milk to spurt from her nipples.

  Unable to catch the multiple streams of milk now shooting from her nipples, Jonathan frantically moved his mouth between breasts. The milk shot nearly six feet across the room, before soaking into the rug. Moaning with his mouth pressed to her breast, Jonathan continued drinking, satiating his greedy thirst. Juliet moaned as she felt Jonathan tug at her nipples with both his fingers and lips. His teeth gently bit into her nipple, another pain and pleasure-filled sensation, to which Juliet moaned loudly, as she clenched her muscles against Jonathan’s relentless cock.

  “I’m going to come!” Jonathan gasped and he cried out as he shook deep within Juliet, who followed suit, crying out Jonathan’s name as she rocked on the bed. Her creamy milk still flowed into Jonathan’s waiting mouth and she writhed under his forceful sucking. At last, Juliet was dry and Jonathan pulled away forlornly, clearly not wanting to release her breasts. He softly kissed each of her breasts, before standing and collecting his clothes.

  “Once again, you amaze me,” he breathed. “I truly wanted to indulge in anal play tonight, but I could not hold out. Next time,” he promised, and with that he left the room. Juliet forced herself to get up from the bed, her limbs heavy from sex, and her breasts slightly sore from Jonathan’s enthusiastic sucking. She pulled off her collar and stepped into the hot shower, rinsing the evidence from her body. After her shower, she placed the collar back in the closet and slowly dressed. She was already looking forward to her next rendezvous with Jonathan.

  She carefully made her way downstairs, not wanting to make too much noise. Jonathan was seated comfortably on the couch in a different pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He looked as if he stepped out of a Ralph Lauren ad, tousled hair and all. Smiling, Juliet took a seat next to him and winced slightly from the sting of being spanked. She smiled weakly at Jonathan and took her cup of tea. What she really felt like was a nice cold drink to cool off her steaming body.

  “I hope you are enjoying yourself as much as I am,” he said simply, searching Juliet’s face for answers.

  “I am,” she responded, unsure if she should say more. “I’m married but this is the most exciting sex I’ve ever had,” she blurted out.

  Jonathan smiled ruefully and somewhat sadly. “It always is,” he sighed. Juliet’s face must have looked confused, because he continued. “I was married before and cheated on my wife. I learned that sex with someone other than my wife was always more enticing. It’s illicit.”

  Juliet nodded with understanding. “I did this initially for the money, but now I’m enjoying myself.”

  Jonathan’s sad smile disappeared and now he grinned at Juliet, a playful smile that made him look very young. “I hope you are enjoying yourself! This wouldn’t be nearly as fun.” He rose and went to the drawer that held the cash. He put bills in an envelope and handed it to Juliet.

  “Eight hundred. I think once we reach anal, you will have earned one thousand.”

  Juliet took the money slowly, still not believing her unique and precarious situation. She put the money safely inside her purse and brought her eyes back to Jonathan.

  “Can I see you Tuesday?” Jonathan asked, unable to keep the eagerness from his voice.

  “Yes. That would work nicely,” Juliet said, placing her teacup down and rising. Suddenly, Juliet was pressed against the wall, Jonathan hovering above her. His eyes probed Juliet’s face in that searching manner of his, and he spoke in a throaty whisper.

  “I know this is unconventional and not part of our agreement.” He lifted her blouse, and slid his fingers into the cups of her bra, pushing her breasts forward so they spilled from the cups. He gently twisted one nipple between his fingers as he moved his mouth over her other breast. He switched and repeated, a few sweet drops of milk trickling onto his tongue.

  Juliet was panting, her body aching for Jonathan again. He extracted himself from her and left her breathless and wanting. Pushing his hair aside, he walked to the door and opened it, allowing the cool night air to rush in and wake Juliet from her erotic trance. Gathering her wits, Juliet moved towards the door and stepped out into the still night.

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