“Everything okay?” Stefan queried. He handed her a warm, damp cloth, having no idea what it was meant for.
“All good,” Ariana replied. “You can sit over there,” she gestured towards another chair, a little behind the one she sat in. “I’m just going use the cloth to massage myself a bit, the milk should come soon.”
Stefan tried not to become aroused at the thought of her sitting a little way away from his chair, stroking her breasts. “Sure,” he said. “Just let me know if there’s anything I can bring you, or anything I can do.”
Ariana sat silently for a few minutes, the only noise in the room was that of the ticking of an old clock on the mantelpiece. Eventually, she groaned in exasperation. “Dammit! It’s not working, daddy.”
Stefan stood up, coming to stand beside her. Ariana covered herself, and placed the jug back on the end table. “What can I do?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the pressure, or something.”
Stefan bent, lifting Ariana’s feet from the footstool and sitting on it. Once seated, he took her feet and replaced them, this time on his lap. He began to rub her feet, and she closed her eyes blissfully. “Just try to relax,” Stefan murmured. “When you’re ready, you can try again. I’ll keep massaging. I won’t look, I promise.” He lowered his gaze, concentrating on massaging her sore feet.
After a little while, Stefan felt her move, adjusting her top and uncovering her breasts. It took all of his self-control not to look up and revel in the glory of her nakedness. He heard a clink as the milk jug was lifted, then she gasped. “Daddy, it’s working! Look!”
Stefan didn’t need a second invitation, and he lifted his gaze, allowing his eyes to fall on his stepdaughter’s tits. They were as perfect as he had imagined. Round, full, and perfectly symmetrical. Although large, they were firm, unblemished by stretchmarks or the ravages of age. He felt as though he had been punched in the gut by this beautiful sight. His mouth went dry as he watched Ariana hold the jug in her left hand, her right hand squeezing the perfect, pale breast on that side. Stefan watched, mesmerized, as a milky white bead formed atop the darkened, rosy peak of her nipple.
“Don’t stop,” Ariana told him, as the drop fell into the jug, followed by a trickle. “I’m afraid it might stop flowing.” Stefan snapped his eyes back to her feet, then continued his ministrations. His hands moved upwards, rubbing her ankles, then her calves. Ariana moaned, “Mmm, that’s good.” Stefan glanced up, noticing the milk flowing freely now. It was working. He looked down again, trying not to stare.
“Daddy,” Ariana murmured huskily after a few minutes. He looked up, seeing her face flushed, her dusky nipples hardened into pebbled peaks, her breathing slow and deep as her eyes glazed over with arousal. “Higher,” she commanded.
“Wh-what?” Stefan faltered.
“I—It’s so good,” Ariana gasped. “It’s going to flow faster if… if I’m… It comes quickly if I’m aroused,” she blurted.
Stefan raised his eyebrows, not believing the turn of fate that had made him so fortunate this night. He obeyed, stroking his hands upwards, massaging her firm thighs. Ariana panted, and squeezed her breast again in a milking motion, the milk squirting strongly into the jug. “Oh… Oh yes,” she breathed. Stefan maintained the stroking motions of his hands, his powerful fingers trailing up the insides of her legs. “Higher!” Ariana gasped.
Stefan faltered for a moment, and Ariana stopped her milking motion. Letting go of her breast, she leaned forward and grabbed one of his hands, placing it on her mound, at the junction of her thighs. Stefan was startled to feel that she wore no panties under her leggings. He looked up, his eyes locking with hers.
“Right now, you’re not my stepfather. I want you to make me cum,” Ariana purred, pressing against his hand, encouraging him to stroke her. Stefan nodded, then obliged, his one hand running back and forth against her inner thighs, while the other began to stroke her pussy, through the thin fabric of her leggings. Ariana’s head fell back to rest against the back of the armchair as his thumb circled her clit. She rocked her hips gently against his hand, her own hand returning to her full breast and continuing to milk herself.
Stefan licked his lips, his eyes riveted to her actions. It was the most erotic sight he had ever experienced. Ariana’s eyes snapped open, and she followed his line of sight, noticing the lust in his eyes. She placed the jug on the table. “Do you want a taste?” she murmured. “It might flow faster if… if you…” she trailed off. “Do you want to… suck them?”
Stefan swallowed hard. “Would that be ok?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “It might stimulate the milk production.” Stefan nodded, standing up and carefully replacing her feet on the footstool. He moved to kneel between her legs, coming to rest with his head level with her nipples. Looking up, he locked eyes with her, a question in his gaze. As if to answer his unspoken question, she leaned forward, her hand lifting her full breast and guiding the nipple to his lips.
Stefan groaned as he took the warm, rosy bud between his lips, his tongue circling the erect nipple. Ariana gasped, and her hand lifted to cradle his head, twining her fingers through his hair and pushing his head harder onto her breast. “Yes! Oh God, yes daddy!” she moaned loudly.
Stefan’s senses were reeling. He continued to stroke Ariana’s pussy through her leggings, feeling the moisture soaking through the thin fabric. Warm, sweet milk flowed between his lips, and he lapped it up with his tongue. Ariana smelled incredible – a combination of the scent of her breastmilk and the pussy juices seeping between her folds as evidence of her arousal. Her panting spurred him on, and he moved his mouth to her other breast, his lips gently tugging on the nipple, his tongue stroking it further into his mouth.
“Oh God, bring the jug! Daddy, get the jug! I’m going to cum!” Ariana cried out. Stefan moved quickly, leaning over and lifting the jug off the end table. He held it to her left breast as he suckled on the right, his fingers continuing to stroke her pussy through her leggings. Ariana leaned forward, lifting his hand and shoving it down the front of her pants. “Finger me,” she gasped. “Now!”
Stefan almost came himself as his fingers came into contact with her slick folds. He inserted one finger into her wet heat, then two, thrusting in and out of her as he sucked furiously on her nipple. Ariana’s hand returned to her breast, above the pint jug. She began to moan, the sound increasing in intensity as she massaged the breast, the milk flowing intensely now.
“Ah… ah… aaaaaaaahhhhhh!” Ariana screamed, and a jet of milk spurted into the jug from one breast, while the other filled Stefan’s mouth. He drank, greedily, the movement of his fingers inside her cunt hastened, as he felt the muscular walls of her pussy clenching against him as her orgasm erupted.
A minute later Stefan slipped his fingers out of Ariana, removing his hand from her leggings. She sank back against the armchair, exhausted, and he took the pint jug from her limp fingers. It was spilling over, it was so full. Stefan kissed her on the forehead, then helped her to cover her breasts. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice loaded with meaning.
Ariana smiled weakly at him, then watched him walk down the stairs to the café, to put their precious load into the refrigerator at the barista’s station.
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The next morning was mildly awkward between Ariana and her stepfather. He brought her breakfast in bed, acting like the nurturing paternal figure he was meant to be. However, the sexual tension in the room was thick between them, and all Ariana could think of was tossing the tray on the floor and pulling him down onto the bed with her. She wanted him to fuck her, hard. The previous evening had been so surreal, so intense. She felt a bond with him that she never thought she would experience with another man.
“Thank you,” Ariana murmured, keeping her eyes averted in case he saw the poorly-disguised lust in her eyes.
“No, it’s the least I can do to thank you,” he responded. “Especially after… last night.” Stefan shifte
d uncomfortably, clearly not sure how to broach the topic of this new level in their relationship.
“It was my pleasure,” Ariana replied, then blushed as she realized that her choice of words had been a poor one. “I’ll be down in a little while,” she added, hoping he would leave soon. Understanding that her present state of mind matched his, Stefan made a quick exit. He had business to attend to.
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A few hours later, it was business as usual. Ariana managed the barista station, while the lone waitress, Jenny, served and bussed the tables. Stefan kept himself busy checking on his customers, overseeing the kitchen staff and manning the till.
Shortly after the café opened, a few hipsters had come in, ordering coffees to go. Smiling, Ariana had made their beverages, and, trying to save on their dwindling milk supply, she had added her breastmilk instead of ordinary dairy. “It’s a new flavor we’re trying out. Let your friends know if you like it, and send them our way.” Ariana knew the value of these young, up-and-coming members of society. Their word-of-mouth references could either make or break a business. She only hoped that they liked the new flavor.
To Ariana’s great surprise, within an hour of the clients’ departure, a group of eight people arrived, saying that their friends had sent them over to try out some of the best coffee they had ever sampled. Ariana served them, but a pint didn’t go a very long way, and she soon ran out of breastmilk. Running to the office at the back, she burst in and told Stefan the news. Startled, he realized that she was carrying an empty jug in her hand.
“The café needs more breastmilk. Now,” she added, her eyes bright. She moved behind the desk, lifting up the long skirt she was wearing, and placing her feet on the arms of his office chair. Again, she wore no panties. Her smoothly-shaven pussy was level with Stefan’s face. Ariana pulled the low neck of her maternity top down, lifting her breasts out of the confines of her bra. She gazed at him, then put her hand on the back of his neck. “I want you to go down on me,” she breathed. “Eat me out, daddy.”
Stefan blinked, thinking for a moment that he must be dreaming. Then, as Ariana pulled his head towards her cunt, he realized that it was real. The delicious aroma of her moist pussy beckoned him, her lips glistening with the evidence of her desire for him. He lowered his mouth to her clit, taking the hard little nub between his lips, his tongue flicking over it. Ariana moaned and began to massage her breast, the milk already flowing into the jug.
Stefan moved his mouth lower, his tongue running down between the slick folds of her pussy lips, lapping up the juices that collected there. He lifted his hands, bringing one to rest on her swollen belly, and inserting two fingers into her cunt with the other. Ariana gasped at the sudden penetration, her pussy suddenly feeling full. She clenched the smooth walls of her cunt around his fingers, and he crooked them, seeking out her g-spot and massaging it.
“Oh God, yes!” Ariana cried out, the milk squirting out of her swollen breasts. She switched sides, bringing the half-full jug to her left breast, panting as the pleasure of Stefan’s lips and tongue caused tingles of desire and hedonism to course through her body. “Fuuuuuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she groaned, her body rocking as Stefan brought her to the brink of an orgasm.
Stefan’s fingers were pumping furiously in and out of Ariana’s cunt, her pussy juices running down her thighs and dripping onto the desk in front of him. He moved his mouth to her aching clit, taking it between his teeth and gently grazing it as he drew her into his mouth between firm lips.
Ariana cried out and bucked her hips wildly as she came, “Daddy, yeeeeees!” She placed the milk jug on the desk with a bang, the full contents sloshing against the rim. Grabbing his head with both hands, she ground her cunt against his face, moaning unintelligibly as her climax caused her entire body to shudder as the waves of desire pulsed over her.
Finally, spent, Ariana placed her hands on the edge of the desk. She smiled lazily at Stefan, then stood up, righting her skirt and top, and picking up the jug from the desk. “Thank you,” she told Stefan quietly.
Dazed, frustrated, and aching with horniness, Stefan could only nod and wheeze, trying to catch his breath after being clenched between her thighs. Then, as if nothing had happened, Ariana flounced out of the office and continued serving customers. Stefan tried to focus as he continued with the rest of his day.
By closing time, Ariana had sold over a hundred cups of the café’s new, improved flavor of coffee. Her secret ingredient had turned out to be an incredible hit, with clientèle lining up at the door to get queuing space for both takeaway coffee as well as seated service. Stefan’s pastries had sold out by lunch, and they had decided to close the doors early, amidst great protest from those who wished to sample their latest fare.
“We’ll be open at our usual time tomorrow,” Ariana had promised the line of people. “We’ve just hit an unexpected snag and we’re totally out of stock for the day.” Eventually, the crowd had been appeased, and Ariana wondered if they should get a hostess and take reservations from now on. Telling Stefan she was leaving Jenny, one of the coworkers, to cash up, she went upstairs and had a long soak in a tub filled with bath oil and scented foam.
An hour later, Ariana finished up in the bathroom, and went back to her bedroom, wrapped only in a towel. She ran into Stefan on the way. He had only just returned from the café downstairs, and was looking drained.
“I need to speak to you,” Ariana told him, placing a slim hand on his muscular chest. “It’s about today.”
Stefan nodded. “Okay. I’ll be with you shortly, I just want to have a quick shower.”
“Take your time,” Ariana smiled at him mysteriously. “I have some things to take care of. Just knock on my door when you’re done.” Mystified, Stefan murmured his agreement and watched her walk down the short corridor towards her bedroom, then walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He stripped off his clothing and stepped into the stall, turning the water on full blast.
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After a long, hot shower, Stefan finally emerged from the bathroom. He went to his bedroom, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and then made his way to Ariana’s room. He knocked on the door softly, entering after hearing her call out. Once inside, Stefan stopped short. Ariana was wearing a lacy black number, the hem reaching just below her firm, rounded ass. The fabric was sheer, showing bare skin beneath it, evidence that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her large, firm breasts bulged against the low cleavage.
“Um, you wanted to speak to me?” Stefan was oblivious to his cock hardening, rising, straining against the front seam of his sweatpants. Ariana, however, was fully aware of it, and the sight of his large erection caused a wave of desire to wash over her. Her nipples hardened, and she licked her lips.
“Come here,” she commanded, standing beside her bed. Stefan obeyed immediately. “I wanted to thank you,” she continued. “For today.”
Stefan tore his eyes away from her ample cleavage, muttering, “I should thank you. You were… incredible,” he said. Looking down, he seemed to notice his bulging cock for the first time. “I—I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just…” he paused. “Baby, you are an incredibly sexy woman. You do things to me that… well, quite frankly, I’ve never felt more aroused in my life, than when I am around you.”
Ariana took a step towards him, her hand coming to rest on his huge dick. “I’ve noticed. I might say that you do the same to me. And, after last night, and today, I think it’s your turn.”
Stefan raised his eyebrows, a perplexed expression on his face. “My turn?” he questioned. “What…?” His question was silenced by Ariana placing a finger on his lips.
“You have given me immense pleasure over the past twenty-four hours,” she whispered seductively, stroking his cock through his sweatpants. Then, slipping her hand under the waistband, she grasped his shaft firmly, stroking it, reveling in the feeling of the steel-like hardness, sheathed in velvety-smooth skin. “And now, I
want to repay you. It’s your turn to have the same pleasure.”
Casting all his inhibitions aside, Stefan grabbed Ariana about the waist, pulling her towards him. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Ariana raked her fingernails down his back, whimpering as instinctive lust took over.
Stefan led his stepdaughter towards the bed, gently laying her down and coming to kneel between her thighs. He supported his weight on muscular arms, and lowered himself gently to kiss her. Then, roughly, he ripped the lace of her chemise from her body, baring her nakedness to him completely. Ariana gasped, lifting her hips to move against him, aching to feel him inside of her.
Stefan climbed off the bed, shedding his sweatpants and t-shirt. His bronzed skin gleamed in the low light of the bedside lamp, and his enormous cock stood proudly erect, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. He came to kneel between Ariana’s widespread legs again, his eyes devouring the sight of her sexy, nude body. He moved downwards, his mouth closing over her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit, lapping up the sweet evidence of her arousal. Ariana writhed against the mattress, her hands reaching up to cup her full breasts, beads of milk already forming on her nipples.
Stefan trailed kisses across Ariana’s swollen abdomen, then locked his lips over an erect nipple, sucking gently on it, savoring the sweet breastmilk that flowed across his tongue.
“Oh God, daddy, yes,” Ariana whimpered. “Please,” she gasped. “Please, I want you inside of me.” Reaching down, she grasped his rigid dick again, guiding it towards her pussy. “I want you, now!”
Stefan needed no second invitation. He guided the swollen head of his cock between her pussy lips, feeling the opening of her cunt stretch to accommodate his girth. Then, with a single, swift movement, he thrust deeply into her, groaning as he felt her clench around his cock.
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