Milk for the Billionaire (billionaire domination and lactation erotica) Read Free

she
thought it strange, loved the feeling of those warm drops trickling
out of her. When she fed her baby, it hurt terribly, to have all
the gumming and gnawing, but the milk running out of her body was a
safe feeling, something that made her feel connected to everything
around her. She never expected that lactating in front of Mr.
Madisen would be the same.
    He took her hand and urged her down to the
ground. Kneeling on the plush, deep carpet, Sandy took a deep
breath and sighed as Mr. Madisen pushed her gently backwards and
kissed down her jawline, lingering on the little place where her
collarbones met. The fluttery, light kisses continued down her
body, between her breasts and down to her navel where he turned
circles with the tip of his tongue. Her skin warmed under his
touch, and a moment later, Sandy’s outstretched hand found Mr.
Madisen’s cock.
    Stiff, thick and ready for her, he groaned
when she wrapped her fingers around him, and grinned as she pushed
at one of his knees.
    “Mister Madisen – will you st-straddle me?”
She had no idea why she stuttered, maybe nerves, maybe pent-up
desire. He just smiled.
    Swinging his powerful, well-muscled leg
around her, he gave Sandy’s hair a stroke and nestled his dick
between her breasts. As soon as he began to move his hips in tiny,
rocking motions, back and forth against her chest, Sandy pushed her
tits together, making a little more milk spill out of both.
Trickling down and over Mr. Madisen, Sandy’s milk covered him in a
wet slick that he used to stroke against her body.
    “This... this feels incredible, Sandy,” he
said, keeping one hand on his cock and moving the other first to
her left, then her right breast, tracing a line around her areola.
One, then the other, he went back and forth making sure to keep
them equally excited. That’s when Sandy noticed that the more
aroused she got, the harder and stiffer her nipples grew, the more
intensely she felt the sensation of milk dribbling out of her
body.
    Fingerling streams that began on her peaks
ran in spider-web patterns down her tits and Sandy began to feel
slight relief as the pressure in her body released itself over Mr.
Madisen’s hands. He pinched her nipples harder with milk-covered
fingers, and snuck a quick taste.
    “You taste... mmm... So warm, so wonderfully
warm,” he moaned, licking the last bit of white off his finger.
“God this feels good, this cock slicked up and sliding between
those big beautiful tits of yours. Lick me, lick the tip. Taste
yourself on my dick.”
    On that stroke, as his head emerged from
between her breasts, Sandy looked down to see that his cock almost
touched her lips. She reached as far down as she could and got a
handful of Mr. Madisen’s ass to pull him closer. The thrill of the
sensitive underside of Mr. Madisen’s glans sliding against her
tongue, and the taste of her own milk drove Sandy absolutely
wild.
    She squeezed her tits hard around him,
forming them into a dripping, sloppy-wet vice. Each time he pushed
forward, shoving his rock-solid cock near her mouth, Sandy wished
she could figure out a way to get her lips around him.
    Two tit-strokes later, he had finally managed
to push his way up her body far enough that she was able to coax
Mr. Madisen’s dickhead about half way into her mouth, and once she
had him there, he stayed. She tightened the flesh vice around his
member, and started to slide her tits up and down his length so she
could keep that cock right where she wanted.
    He breathed hard as she licked a circle
around his tip and urged him closer, sinking his prick further,
just a little past the ridge. A moment later, Mr. Madisen began to
pump again, but in very small, quick motions that dragged his shaft
in and out of her lips, but never entirely away from Sandy’s mouth.
Feeling emboldened by her boss’s slack-jawed pleasure, Sandy
decided to give him a little nibble, and then let her teeth drag
gently along his skin when he pulled back.
    “Oh