| Author: | Claire Linden | ISBN: | 9781497710191 |
| Publisher: | Claire Linden | Publication: | February 13, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Claire Linden |
| ISBN: | 9781497710191 |
| Publisher: | Claire Linden |
| Publication: | February 13, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Debbie's always been independent, as her boyfriend Greg knows. When she accidentally gets a dose of an experimental formula to increase lactation, though, she finds herself needing him in more ways than she ever expected. Giving in to pleasure and submitting to her man only seems natural, especially since that's the only way she's going to get milked!
Warning! This 4,300 word adults-only tale includes breast expansion, lactation, a grown man drinking breastmilk, doggy-style sex, D/s themes, humiliation, a milk machine ... and lots and lots of milk!
Note: This story is a sequel to The Milk Barn, but can be enjoyed on its own as a standalone work.
EXCERPT:
“Greg,” she said, tracing a hand down his chest, trying to sound sultry, though she came off as pleading instead. “Are you ready for another round?”
“Already?” Greg asked, surprised, then smiled at her. “Well, I’m not a kid anymore, but I’m sure I can manage …”
Usually, that would have been the cue for Debbie to get on top of him and ride his cock for all it was worth. Now, though – “Then c’mere, big boy,” she said, tugging at his hand and drawing him in close, so he was lying atop her. Her face went red. She just felt so wanton all of a sudden! “These breasts aren’t going to suck themselves.”
Her boyfriend had always been fascinated with breasts, but Debbie rarely indulged him. Hers simply weren’t that sensitive, and she would far rather he focused his attention further south - most of the time. Today was different. Today, her breasts felt sore, her body was hot, and she wanted someone to touch them.
Greg shot her a pleased, almost thankful smile before lowering his head to her right breast, kissing at it gently. She gasped, arching her back almost immediately. That had no right to feel as good as it did! Her breasts felt so tender as to almost be sore, but Greg’s touch soothed the strange ache building inside her, so she allowed herself to surrender herself to his ministrations.
Debbie's always been independent, as her boyfriend Greg knows. When she accidentally gets a dose of an experimental formula to increase lactation, though, she finds herself needing him in more ways than she ever expected. Giving in to pleasure and submitting to her man only seems natural, especially since that's the only way she's going to get milked!
Warning! This 4,300 word adults-only tale includes breast expansion, lactation, a grown man drinking breastmilk, doggy-style sex, D/s themes, humiliation, a milk machine ... and lots and lots of milk!
Note: This story is a sequel to The Milk Barn, but can be enjoyed on its own as a standalone work.
EXCERPT:
“Greg,” she said, tracing a hand down his chest, trying to sound sultry, though she came off as pleading instead. “Are you ready for another round?”
“Already?” Greg asked, surprised, then smiled at her. “Well, I’m not a kid anymore, but I’m sure I can manage …”
Usually, that would have been the cue for Debbie to get on top of him and ride his cock for all it was worth. Now, though – “Then c’mere, big boy,” she said, tugging at his hand and drawing him in close, so he was lying atop her. Her face went red. She just felt so wanton all of a sudden! “These breasts aren’t going to suck themselves.”
Her boyfriend had always been fascinated with breasts, but Debbie rarely indulged him. Hers simply weren’t that sensitive, and she would far rather he focused his attention further south - most of the time. Today was different. Today, her breasts felt sore, her body was hot, and she wanted someone to touch them.
Greg shot her a pleased, almost thankful smile before lowering his head to her right breast, kissing at it gently. She gasped, arching her back almost immediately. That had no right to feel as good as it did! Her breasts felt so tender as to almost be sore, but Greg’s touch soothed the strange ache building inside her, so she allowed herself to surrender herself to his ministrations.
