by Izzy Slam
“Oh Jesus,” I groaned, watching his fingers tweak both of my hard, red buds and squirt milk onto his tongue.
My mind was a horny mess, and even though his fingers were still deep inside of me, and my orgasm was slowly abating, I could feel another working its way up.
I wondered if Daddy was getting hard or if he was already there. “I wanna suck your dick, Daddy.”
It was so weird hearing those words come out of my mouth, but it also made me feel so liberated.
“Ooooh, yeah, baby. I want you to suck my dick, too.” He stepped back and started undoing his pants. “And I want you to start by spraying your milk all over it.”
Without thinking, I dropped to my knees, my breasts heavy with cream as I rubbed his hard dick through his pants. I couldn’t wait to taste him. By the time his underwear was kicked aside and his erection was bobbing in my face, I was practically drooling. I almost gripped him by the base and shoved him past my lips, but he stepped aside and pulled a wooden stool over that was resting against the wall.
He sat down in front of me and held his cock in his hands. After stroking himself several times, he gripped himself tightly at the crown, forcing a clear drop of pre-cum to ooze out of his slit. My mouth watered, imagining what he tasted like.
“Coat me with your cream then lick it off, baby.”
“Okay, Daddy. I can’t wait to make you cum, too.”
“Oh fuck, neither can I, sweetheart.”
All this pent-up lust raged through me at the thought of shooting my milk all over his dick, just so I could wash it off with my tongue. I squeezed my breasts and positioned my fingers around my nipples, giving them a pinch as I pressed down. White fluid pulsed out of each one in two long, thin streams that sprayed the head of his cock.
“Oh hell, baby, that’s so fucking sexy,” he groaned, lightly pumping his fist up and down. “Drench me with your sweet milk.”
I felt my pussy swell and throb, just from the simple action of milking myself. Watching all this fluid shoot out onto his erection. His hand moved to the base of his shaft, so I leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, listening to the sounds of his groaning as I sucked him gently.
“Fuck, baby.” I could feel his fingers moving on his shaft underneath my lips and he thrust his hips upward, forcing his crown to the back of my throat.
Milk oozed out of my tits, and I finally felt Daddy’s hands grab them and squeeze. His touch was enough to send me catapulting over the edge of another orgasm. My body shook as I felt him milking me like a cow, the liquid dripping down to the floor as I sucked his cock.
Daddy gripped my hair and tugged me off his length, then pressed my tits together around his shaft. I grabbed onto his hips as he fucked my tight cleavage, white cream continuously oozing out of me as he wiped it around and around with his thumbs.
“Ah, fuck, baby…”
He gave one hard push, and his cum shot out, hitting me in the chin with the first pulse. My pussy contracted again, and I released a long groan along with Daddy as we both came at the same time.
I moved my hand to his cock, using my fingers to tease his red, swollen head as it bobbed up and down between my tits. His cum was everywhere, mingling with my milk and making a slicky mess.
“That’s so hot, Daddy,” I purred, wanting to take him in my mouth again.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, baby girl.”
He grabbed my hair again and pushed me down his dick, forcing himself to the back of my throat. I used my tongue to lick and suck the sweet film of cum and milk off his flesh. He growled as one more pulse of cum shot to the back of my throat, and more cream dripped from my tits.
“I’m not done with you yet, my little milky cow,” he said, pulling me off the floor and slamming my body against his.
He laced his fingers through my hair as I caught my breath. “What are you going to do now, Daddy?”
“We’re going to get cleaned up, then I’m taking you out to eat.”
***
Daddy and I showered together, then we spent some time naked cuddling on the bed. We ran our hands over each other’s bodies, and his cock got hard again, snaking between my legs and bumping into my slit.
He climbed on top of me and pressed my tits together so he could quickly move between each one. His lips on my nipples made me cum over and over as he emptied my tits, making them shrink down at least one cup size. My lust abated to some extent, but Daddy had only cum once, so I knew he’d want to fuck me again later.
When he was ready to eat, he went through my suitcase while I laid on the bed. He finally tossed me one of my skirts and told me that was all I could wear to dinner.
“And no undies, either. Just the skirt.”
Desire and sexy, slutty tingles rippled through me as Daddy led me out the back patio door. I had been so distracted I hadn’t even noticed that we had a view of the ocean.
“Oh my god,” I muttered, feeling the ocean breeze kiss my flesh.
“I know,” Daddy said, pulling me close. “And it’s ours all week long.”
He took me by the hand and led me several blocks to the restaurant. Adult couples surrounded us everywhere, the women all displaying their new creamy breasts, just like me. The men who passed us eyed my chest before giving a courteous nod to Daddy. It was so freeing to let go and enjoy being sexually objectified. And I found myself wishing that Daddy hadn’t emptied my tits earlier. I missed feeling the milk pour out of my nipples.
But by the time we were seated in the restaurant, I could feel them filling back up again, my flesh pulling taut as I drank down a full glass of water. Daddy was sitting next to me, and he placed a hand underneath my skirt, resting it on my thigh.
“This place got good ratings, baby girl. And every booth comes with a privacy screen if we want to fuck or … whatever.”
He leaned over and kissed my neck, and his stubble grazed my flesh, making me giggle.
Our waitress, who appeared to be in her mid-thirties, finally appeared, wearing nothing more than a simple bikini bottom—dark blue with gold stitching and gold trim. She had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen. They were perfectly round, and the nipples were small, hard, and pointy. I found myself admiring them in a sexual way again, something that was new for me.
“Hey there! My name’s Carla,” she said, throwing a hand on her hip. “Have you two had a chance to look at the menu?”
“I think my baby girl here wants to try a sample of you,” Daddy said, giving my leg a squeeze.
Carla laughed and rolled her eyes. “You’re not the first person to say that. Would you like a sample of my milk?” she asked, looking directly at me.
I glanced at Daddy and he had that lust-filled look in his eyes. He wanted to watch me and Carla. I could see it.
I looked up at her and nodded. “Yeah, I would. Is that okay?”
“Of course,” she answered, pulling a screen out from behind our booth. After opening it up and pulling it around our table for privacy, she slid into the seat next to me, then jutted out her chest and held her tits up for me.
“God, they’re beautiful,” I murmured.
“So are yours,” she replied, reaching out to lightly brush her hand across my sensitive bud.
“Thanks,” I told her, feeling my face blush.
“Just keep drinking the water here, and they’ll stay nice and creamy until you go home.”
I nodded absentmindedly, feeling my pussy start to swell and throb again.
“Can I have a taste?” I asked.
Carla cupped her breasts and held them up for me. “I was hoping you would.”
I heard Daddy growl as I leaned forward and took her nipple past my lips. I suckled gently before feeling a warm stream of milk spray onto my tongue. She tasted sweet, and when I heard her purring, I knew she was probably getting off on it.
Daddy shifted in the seat behind me and pushed his hand between my legs. I spread myself open for him, allowing his fi
Daddy’s free hand wandered to my chest and fondled my tits, which had already begun leaking again. He ran his palm over my globes, rubbing my milk into my flesh as if it were some kind of silky lotion.
“Lord, I can’t take this. Both of you get up on this table, right the fuck now.”
Carla flashed me a look of surprise, and normally I would have been surprised, too. But I saw firsthand just how horny my daddy could get. And I knew he probably wanted to sample both of our creamy tits.
Daddy undid his pants and pulled out his cock as Carla and I got seated on the table next to each other. Milk poured down my tits, and when I looked over at Carla, I could see that she was leaking just as much as I was.
“Good, now both of you scoot to the edge of the table and spread your legs.”
I pulled down my skirt and tossed it on the seat, exposing my wet pussy for Daddy, and made sure he had direct access to whatever he wanted. After reaching up to fondle both our breasts at the same time, he dove between my legs and circled his tongue over my clit.
I let out a soft groan, feeling my legs tremble as he massaged my nipple. Fluid drizzled down the front of my belly, snaking into my slit as he licked me. He came up to swipe some of the milk away, catching it as it streaked over the top of my mound.
I glanced at Carla and saw that he was doing the same to her, forcing milk out of her nipples by squeezing her breasts and toying with her nips.
“Oh yessss, you’re going to make me cum,” she purred.
I rocked my hips as Daddy flicked my bean with the tip of his tongue. I could feel his breath hit my legs, and I knew he was dying to stick his cock in one of our holes.
After I came again, he moved between Carla’s legs and worked her pussy over with his mouth. I watched her lean back on the table, and her tits started dripping milk like a leaky faucet, making a mess everywhere. Every few seconds, Daddy would trail his tongue all over her tummy to slirp away her cream while I watched in anticipation of what would come next.
When Carla started shaking and huffing, I watched in awe as two hard streams of milk shot from her tits in a long arc, landing on Daddy’s head as he licked and pumped her pussy with his hand. She fisted his hair and trembled all over as white liquid drenched every inch of the table around us. I don’t think I had ever seen anything so hot in all my life. Thank goodness the screen was around us or everyone would have seen just how kinky and crazy we were.
Daddy growled and massaged her boobs until her orgasm abated, then got on his knees on the seat and held his cock up for us. Carla and I knew instinctively what to do.
“Daddy’s got his own cream that needs to come out, isn’t that right, baby girl?” He stroked my cheek and I smiled at him.
“Yes, Daddy. And we’re going to take care of that right now.”
First, she angled her tits at his cock and doused his length with her milk as I lapped it away. I used only my lips and tongue to clean up every drop of her sweet cream.
I took his crown in my mouth and sucked hard, tasting his thick, salty pre-cum as it oozed from his slit. When I felt his cock enlarge and throb several times, I pulled away, adding to the torment.
I sat up and grabbed my breasts, giving them a firm squeeze and spurting my milk everywhere as Carla had a turn at sucking him. He grabbed her dark hair and pumped his hips, keeping his eyes on me and my tits as I continued to force my milk out onto his dick. I watched my creamy milk drip down to his balls as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth, the sounds of the blowjob getting louder and louder.
“Fucking hell, I’m going to cum,” he grunted.
Daddy reached down and tweaked my nipple before brushing it back and forth with his thumb. The light, soft contact made me cum again, my legs shaking as my orgasm rocked my entire body. Heat coursed through me as I watched Carla suck my daddy.
He gripped the base of his shaft and pulled out of her mouth before aiming his cock at me. “Open your mouths, both of you,” he growled.
Carla and I put our heads side by side. I felt milk dripping from my breasts as Daddy shot a load onto our tongues, swiveling back and forth and shooting his seed on our faces, our chins, and some of it landing in our hair.
I instinctively wrapped my lips around the head and sucked the last few drops of his jizz as he growled and shoved his dick to the back of my throat. Carla fondled his balls and purred in my ear until Daddy went soft.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and relaxed as he stroked my hair.
“Both you girls have magical mouths, I have to admit.”
Carla and I giggled and sat next to him in the booth, feeling secure and cozy from the screen that kept us hidden.
“Every woman around here has a magical mouth,” she said, teasingly massaging her breasts.
“Yeah,” I said, leaning forward on the table. “Is there something in those ‘welcome’ cocktails they give out at the airport?”
She smirked and gave a slight shrug. “Can’t say for sure, but I know for a fact that every woman who visits the island has the pleasure of lactating tits and a sex drive that skyrockets. Why? You’re not upset, are you?”
Daddy looked at me and raised a brow.
I laughed and shook my head. “Hell no. Not upset in the slightest. I’m thinking we may need to buy some real estate here, though.”
“That’s my girl,” Daddy said, giving my nipples a playful pinch.
Okay, we may not have bought land on Milkie Island, but we definitely made plans to visit every year.
~The End
Curvy Brat’s First Job
***
I have to spend the whole summer at my stepdad’s lake house. And since that means leaving my friends behind for three months, I’m not looking forward to it. I plan on spending every single day in my room, listening to music and doing what I want.
But when daddy hands me a bikini top and forces me to work at this diner he owns, I want to throw up. I mean, if I wanted a job showing off my luscious curves and huge chest, I’d be dancing for cold, hard cash. But daddy doesn’t care what I want. He insists I get to work or else! I’m furious when I slip into the way-too-small bikini—until daddy gets a look at my curvy body. That changes everything.
“We’re going to have a great summer, baby. You’ll see. Tourists are rolling in already, which’ll mean big bucks for me at the diner.”
My stepdad rubbed his fingers together and flashed me a big smile. Those bright blue eyes of his lit up, but I I just rolled my eyes. I know I was being rude, but I really did not feel like spending the entire summer in his cabin by the lake. I was miles away from my home and friends, and I knew no one around here.
“Sounds like a real blast,” I muttered.
He and my mother had split up in March, and she was going to be traveling a lot with her job this summer. And even though I had turned eighteen last month, they didn’t want to leave me on my own for weeks at a time. God, it really pissed me off. He wasn’t even my real dad.
“When we get home, I’ll show you to your room. It’s small, but one of my waitresses helped me decorate the space. And I made sure to stock it with a Bluetooth radio and some of those candles you like so much.”
“Hm, thanks.”
My room. That’s where I’d be spending most of my time.
“No problem. And later tonight, I’ll show you around the restaurant. Just in case you want to work there some.”
My eyes went wide as saucers. If my daddy thought I would work a single day at that greasy spoon of a diner he’d bought this winter, he was sadly mistaken. I had big plans to put that radio to use and maybe sneak some of his vodka here and there. I had never worked a job, and I wasn’t about to start now.
We pulled into the driveway of his two-story cabin, and I felt my whole being slump. I decided to console myself with thoughts of finding some people my age to party with, preferably of the male persuasion. It was the only way I’d make it through the summer.
Once we got inside the house, daddy led me up the stairs to the second floor, and all the way down to the last room. Fuck me. Guess sneaking out of the window was no longer an option. He tossed my suitcase on the bed and held out his hands.
“What do you think, baby? Looks pretty good, huh?”
I glanced around the space. With a dark purple comforter, matching curtains, and candles covering every spare surface, I should have been in love.
“Can’t I sleep in one of the downstairs bedrooms?”
His face fell. “Sorry. The only one down there is the master, and that’s mine. What gives? I thought you’d love it.”
I curled my nose. “It’s okay, I guess.”
Daddy ran his hands through his dark strands and I noticed his mouth twitched, which he usually only did when he got frustrated. He rarely lost his temper, though. But I could tell I would be pushing his limits this summer. I didn’t have any patience for this.
“Well, this is what I have to offer. So go ahead and get your things unpacked and come downstairs to help me with dinner.”
He pulled the door closed a little harder than normal. But I didn’t really care. What was he going to do? Kick me out? Nope. He was just as stuck with me as I was with him.
I blew out a hard breath and unpacked my clothes, putting most of them in the dresser and hanging up the few dresses I had. I then walked across the hallway and put away my toiletries. Well, at least I had my own bathroom. If I had to share that with my stepdad, I would protest loudly.
Once I was finished, I headed downstairs and found my dad in the kitchen, chopping some lettuce. He glanced my way and pointed to the fridge with the knife.
“Grab a cucumber and some carrots, would ya?”
I grumbled as I opened the refrigerator, digging out the veggies he’d asked for. Daddy then pushed the salad bowl my way and handed me the knife. “Finish this up while I start the grill?”
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