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

shit! Oh my God Sandy, that’s so good, so
good,” he groaned, arching his neck and thrusting his hips forward
so that his rod was shoved halfway in her mouth. “Oh my God, I
don’t want to cum just yet...” he trailed off and withdrew from
her. When he did, she noticed that his cock was dribbling a fine
stream of pre-cum, and jumping in time with his heartbeat. He is
close , she thought, really, really close.
    Then, in one of those insights that come at
the strangest time, she realized that if he just wanted to use her,
to fuck her and move on, he would have just launched that load down
her throat, thanked her and got on with his day. But, he wanted more of her. He wanted to at least prolong the pleasure.
    Mr. Madisen interrupted her reflection by
pushing her knees apart and moving between them. She stared,
longingly, at his pulsing cock. She licked her lips, relishing the
mixture of flavors and scents that lingered in his wake. Mr.
Madisen’s pre-cum mixed with the traces of the milk that slicked
her tits for him tasted, to her, like pure sex. Raw, feral, almost
animalistic surged through Sandy’s body – something she had never
before felt. She reached down between her legs, grabbed the crotch
of her panties and actually ripped them when she yanked. She
needed him to fuck her so badly that the eighteen dollars she just
lost were of no concern.
    “Please Mister Madisen,” she pleaded, “Please
give me that dick! Your dirty, slutty secretary needs you to fill
her up. She needs you to suck these big, sore tits and get all this
milk out.” What on Earth was that? Sandy asked herself. You never talk dirty! She arched her hips toward Mr.
Madisen’s groin, trying to urge him to ram that huge rod inside
her, to squeeze and suck her tits. She was not entirely sure where
this new, bold Sandy came from, but she liked it
nonetheless.
    “Oh those tits,” Mr. Madisen groaned, taking
a handful and kneading out a trickle. “I can’t even tell you...
Sandy, you’re just perfect. Look at you.” He stared for a moment,
his eyes very obviously lingering on her breasts. She absolutely
could not believe any of this was real. Here you are, Sandy ,
she thought, a new mom, leaking all over the place, and this
absolutely beautiful man just cannot get enough. What in the
Hell!
    He ran a hand down her body, swirling it in
the milk that had pooled between her tits. He tasted it again,
sighing out loud, and lowered his hand to the cleft of Sandy’s
legs, wriggling his two moist fingers between her lower lips. Mr.
Madisen stooped down, slipped his fingers just past her entrance
and deeply inhaled her scent before he licked her snatch up one
side, then the other. Finally, as he settled down, his fingers
rotating slowly inside her, Mr. Madisen tongued a slow, careful
line up Sandy’s pussy to her clit.
    His fingers, halfway inside her now, turned
slowly before he found the spots that made Sandy wiggle the most.
Those, he lingered on, using his fingertips to stroke her favorite
places. Not a moment later, he shoved them further in, which made
Sandy let out a groaning giggle as she grabbed two handfuls of Mr.
Madisen’s wavy black hair and ground his face against her sex. For
what seemed like a blissful eternity, Sandy was awash with the
sensations of Mr. Madisen’s attention.
    Soon, too soon as far as Sandy was concerned,
she felt a surge rise up inside her body radiating out from that
place on the front of her pussy walls where Mr. Madisen was
spending so much of his finger time. “Mister Madisen! Oh! You’re
making me cum! Keep... going, right there,” she squealed, “I
can’t... ooohhhhhh...”
    Her whole body quaked with the rumbling groan
that her building climax forced from her lungs. She gripped her
tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She felt warmth
trickle out of her body and over her desperately clamping fingers
just as something else she had never experienced happened – a gush
of juice sprayed out of her