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Entertaining Daddy’s Friend

02/01/2012 Yorum yap

It had been a long and tiring day and the end was nowhere in sight. My husband, who is also my master and likes to be called “Daddy”, was due home any minute with his visiting friend, Mike. I was busy preparing an elaborate dinner as per Daddy’s instructions and was just putting the finishing touches on dessert when I heard the front door open and voices enter the foyer.

I put down my spatula and wiped off my hands and made my way out of the kitchen to greet my master and our guest.

“There she is”, Daddy said. “You remember Mike, don’t you, Muriel?”

I smiled and nodded, extending my hand towards my husband’s tall, handsome friend. “Of course”, I said. “How was your flight?”

“Long but fine,” Mike said with a smile. “And how have you been?”

“Fine. Just fine, thanks.”

We all stood for a moment before I excused myself and returned to the kitchen to finish up the dessert. Daddy showed Mike around our new house, introduced him to our Nanny and our son before finally settling down in the living room. Daddy called to me a few minutes later, asking me to join them. I was surprised by the invitation (usually Daddy kept me apart from his friends) but pleased to be included.

I sat next to my husband on the sectional and he instantly placed his arm around me, never taking his eyes off of Mike and not once breaking the conversation which seemed to center around the construction of our home and the upcoming construction of Mike’s vacation house. I silently wondered why Daddy had called me into the room when clearly I wasn’t going to be included in the conversation when I felt his hand gently stroking my breast. I glanced at him but he paid me no attention. The stroking gradually turned into petting and before I could excuse myself to leave the room, I felt the let down reflex in my breast as milk made it’s way down and a small wet spot appeared on my shirt.

I shifted my position in an attempt to either leave and cover myself or slightly conceal the wet spot my tit milk had made. I felt myself blush at the same time that Daddy grabbed my tit to hold me in place. I sat back, stiffly and his hand went from petting to squeezing, the milk flowing out now and the wet spot on my shirt growing larger and larger. The milking felt good, especially since Daddy hadn’t suckled me since before he left to fetch Mike. My tits were overfull of fresh milk and the release was welcome but highly embarrassing.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts of embarrassment and escape that I didn’t notice the pause in conversation. I glanced up at Mike who was staring at my leaking breasts at the same time I heard Daddy speak.

“My bitch is in milk. Has been for a while now. Sometimes her tits leak when they’re too full. She can be a bit of a messy slut.” He laughed.

Without taking his eyes off of my dripping breasts and the ever increasing soaking of my blouse, Mike said, “Maybe we should let you go to feed the baby.”

I was about to agree (even though the feeding of my son was taken care of by his Nanny) just to escape the room but Daddy answered for me.

“No need, Mike, no need. These milk jugs aren’t for the boy. They’re for me. Muriel feeds me whenever and wherever I want.”

And with that, Daddy abruptly ripped open my blouse, exposing my engorged tits, strained against my nursing bra, practically bursting out. I had leaked so much milk, my bra was completely soaked and my huge, dark nipples and areola were visible through the white, wet fabric.

“Want to see?” Daddy asked. “Muriel doesn’t mind, do you honey?”

I shook my head, no even though every part of me wanted to run away. I knew better than to argue with Daddy. And besides that, I was sure that Mike would refuse.

He didn’t.

“Sure, I’d, ah, love to…” he stammered.

And without another word, Daddy clicked open the hook on my nursing bra, lifted a milk full tit to his mouth and latched on. He sucked long and hard, squeezing my breast as his mouth worked my nipple. He brought his mouth back and released my nipple from his mouth with a loud POP and squeezed the tit flesh, sending a long stream of warm breast milk into the air.

“Look at that…” murmured Mike.

Daddy smiled before opening his mouth and wrapping it around my long nipple once again. He suckled for a few moments while Mike stared with unabashed curiosity at what he was seeing. Then, just as quickly as Daddy’s nursing had started, he stopped once again. He looked at Mike and smiled his twisted smile.

“Wanna try?” he asked Mike with a sly grin.

I was shocked and tried, in vain, not to let my face show it. I was humiliated but was also positive that Mike would refuse, if not run away screaming from the house.

I was wrong. Again.

“Yeah? I mean, you sure?”

“Course I’m sure, man! We’ve shared bitches before, right? Why not this one? Go ahead…it’s a great fucking taste!” Daddy boasted.

So there I was, sitting in the middle of the couch with my husband and master on one side and his visiting from out of town best friend on the other side, both of my milk filled tits completely exposed and dripping with tit milk. What could possibly happen next?

Mike leaned his head down and tenderly grabbed my breast. Daddy was squeezing the titty he had a hold of and was watching Mike with a keen eye. Mike began to lick my nipple and caress my tit flesh before opening his lips slightly and sucking a bit on my nips sort of the way a virgin might suck the head of a penis before she learned how to really suck cock. Daddy smiled at him the whole time, taking the entire scene in.

Mike broke his half latch and sat up. “It’s so sweet!” he said.

Daddy just nodded before showing Mike how to latch on properly, taking my whole nipple and areola into his mouth and how to move his mouth in an almost chewing motion to make the milk come down so that he could drink it and feed from me.

Daddy sat back once again and watched Mike feeding from my teat. He pinched my nipple and milked it a bit before saying, “You like that, don’t you dirty slut? You like Mike sucking on your titty. Of course you do…all sluts like having their tits sucked.”

I said nothing and didn’t even dare to nod but it was true. Nursing always made my pussy wet but there was something about the way Mike was sucking on my titty that felt extra good. Maybe it was his big, black lips or maybe it was knowing I was the first woman to feed him from her breast…regardless, it was an out of this world feeling and Daddy could tell.

Daddy then latched onto my other tit and began to suckle and draw the milk out and my pussy started to tingle and then drip. I looked down at the men’s heads and watched them feeding from me and I felt my head spin. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done and there seemed to be an electric current running from my stiff nipples to my rock hard clit and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I took a chance and leaned my head back and let out a small moan.

I felt my skirt being tugged up, exposing my bare pussy which was nearly soaked in cunt juice. And then I felt two fingers begin to rub up and down my wet slit. It was coming from my left side so I knew it was Daddy. It felt amazing and my pussy responded immediately, squirting out more juice that dribbled down my cunt lips and onto my thighs. And then I felt another two fingers from my right side join Daddy’s digits. Mike. His fingers parted my pussy lips and suddenly, all four fingers were stretching my pussy open and fucking my cunt.

I couldn’t hold it in. The combination of Daddy and Mike’s mouths working my swollen nipples and draining my milky tits and their fingers fucking my wet little pussy was too much to bear and I started to moan and gasp. Their fingers moved faster and harder, pumping my cunt in expert fashion and making my juice run everywhere while a loud, juicy slurping sound punctuated the air. They finger fucked me steadily while they both suckled my breasts. I was in heaven.

As the milk turned to cream, they sucked harder to bring it down and out, sometimes pausing to nibble at my nips in the process. It felt good…beyond good…and my pussy squirted more juice onto their hands. I felt Daddy smile around my titty, but he didn’t break his latch.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, they both dug their fingers even deeper into my pussy, working my G-spot and fucking my cunt hard and fast. I felt an orgasm building and knew it would be one of my most intense. There is nothing in the world like feeding two hungry men with your own milk.

Their finger fucking gained some speed as did their mouths working my tits. I started to grind my hips and before I knew it, I was exploding, cumming hard. I yelped and screamed as they finger fucked the orgasm out of me. I felt my cunt contract and then gush with cunt juice, squirting high into the air before soaking my bottom half. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced and I knew that I had the double feeding to thank.

Mike and Daddy continued to pump my pussy with their fingers, which were drenched in my squirted cunt juice but they were slowly down, bringing me from the peak of my orgasm back to reality. They had both broken their latch on my titties, my breasts completely drained of milk and empty.

“That’s a good girl,” Daddy purred. “Daddy’s little slut squirted for Mike and that makes Daddy very, very happy”. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and Mike followed his lead. I leaned back on the couch, exhausted from the intensity of my orgasm and the toll the feeding had taken on my body.

“Now go serve dinner you fucking bitch,” Daddy snarled.

I looked over in surprise. Daddy stared at me, long and cold. “You heard me, you filthy slut. Go and serve dinner.”

I stood and started to button my milk soaked blouse and pull down my pussy juice drenched skirt.

“Leave your tits out, bitch. And don’t pull that disgusting skirt down. I want you serve our dinner looking like the dirty fuck slut you are.”

I turned without word to leave the room and suddenly felt Daddy grab me by the back of the hair. He yanked, hard, and growled into my ear, loud enough for Mike to hear.

“Don’t you forget who the master is around here, bitch. We’re not finished. Not even close.”

…to be continued.

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