by Bessie Hucow
"You got it, babe," he smiled as he thrust his mighty cock deep inside my ovulating, milk-filled pussy. "Just don't call me when your husband splits."
I nodded, beyond caring at that point. I'd find a way to make it on my own. After all, I had nine-months to figure things out. Maybe I'd move back home, although my conservative parents are going to have a fit when they realize that their sweet, innocent little girl got bred by a big, black man.
I pulled him closer to me, needing to feel his manliness next to my soft skin. My motherly instincts kicked in as I snuggled him close to my breast. With his rock-hard cock pounding inside me, he lowered his lips to my tender breasts and began suckling. I have never felt so many dizzying sensations at one time and I almost screamed in ecstasy. His soft lips nibbled and suckled at my breasts as his cock danced deliciously in my pussy.
Suddenly, I wanted this to be more than a one-time fling. Then I remembered that he didn't want me to hit him up for money. I didn't want the money, I argued with myself, I just wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his potent sperm filling my fertile, ovulating womb to the brim with his baby-making cum.
"Tell me we can do this again!" I begged, knowing that I was headed down a path of no return. I could never have sex with my husband again after knowing a "real" man.
"Perhaps," he said, his white teeth gleaming through his lips. "I'll be here next week at the same time and place. Perhaps you'll bring some of that milk with you."
"Thank you," I cried as I pulled him further into my aching, needy pussy. He was pressing up against my cervix and I wondered if - since it had recently been stretched - I could fit him inside. "Push in my cervix," I moved my hips around until his cock-head was positioned right at the entrance.
"You, too, like to live dangerously, eh?" He said as he grunted and took delight in filling up my tiny cervix with his monstrous cock.
Oh God, I couldn't believe that he was this far inside me! I felt like I was impaled to the counter with his massive member. He grabbed me by the hair and began acting rough.
"You like that, don't you, slut?"
I nodded as a tear escaped my eye. I felt fulfilled in ways that I had only dreamed of. If not for my leaky breasts, I would've never met my new lover. I didn't care if I had to sneak around on my husband every week to see him. I just wanted him to own me.
"Say it," he slapped me as he pushed his dick all the way into my cervix.
"I...I want it."
"Want what?" he brought his hand down upon my cheek again.
My face stung, but I needed his approval. I needed him to tell me what to do; what to think. "I need your black seed inside my fertile womb."
No sooner then the words were out of my lips, I felt his body stiffen. He grunted like a rutting animal and thrust his cock deeply into my unprotected cervix and released his potent baby-making seed inside me.
"Keep cumming!" I cried out, completely forgetting where we were. I was surprised that the manager hadn't walked in on us. Perhaps that could be arranged next week. He was kinda cute.
The man must've unloaded a gallon of sperm inside my fertile belly as he just lay over me while his dick spasmed inside my pussy. When he finally pulled out, he directed me to get my clothes.
"Don't forget. Next week. I think I'll introduce you to some of my bros."
I quickly dressed, realizing that I was a complete and utter mess. I had milk all over my clothes, cum running down my legs and my hair was frazzled. But I was filled. I had done something that I had vowed never to do and I was eager to come back next week and do it again. I wonder what a gang-bang with his friends was going to be like?
Knocking up the Wet Nurse
Nikita Storm
"Remember honey, make sure she has all the right qualifications," my wife reminded me just as the doorbell rang.
"Sure, I'll handle it, no problem," I eased her mind as I shut the phone cover and answered the door.
Since my wife had been called away on business at the last moment, she wasn't able to be here personally to interview our new wet-nurse, Suzie. So, naturally, it fell to me. Other than a list of questions she wanted me to cover, I had no idea what I was doing, but seeing as this meant a lot to her, I set aside my fears and agreed.
"Hello," a voice squeaked on the other side of the door as I opened it. "Is this the Bernard residence? I'm here for --"
"Oh, I'm really sorry, miss," I sighed and started to close the door, "we only accept adults for this position. I'm sure you can understand." Damn! She might be able to understand, but my wife was going to be furious.
"No, wait!" she said, putting her foot in-between the door and the frame. "I'm old enough. Here, look," she quickly dug through her purse and brought out her ID. "See."
I studied the card closely, knowing how easy it was to fake. "According to this, you're nine-teen." I scrutinized her body, realizing for the first time how utterly gorgeous she was.
Suzie nodded and smiled, her whole face lighting up.
My heart raced in my chest as I thought about the predicament. "You sure don't look it," I said as I swung open the door and invited her in.
She was barely five-feet tall, had long, carefully braided dark hair, couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet and had a very cute, pixie-like face. The only thing that didn't match her petite frame was her large breasts. I couldn't help but stare at them as I realized that she was lactating. If there was one thing in the world that turned me on, it was lactating ladies.
"Uh...sir?" she stopped at the entrance and looked up at me, confusion written all over her.
"Oh," I said red-faced, realizing that she had caught me staring at her delectable breasts. "I was just uh..." I stepped aside, trying to save face, "measuring your..." oh boy, this was going from bad to worse, "uh capabilities!" I blurted out.
She shook her head and entered. I looked around to see if anyone had caught our exchange and then closed the door behind her. My palms were sweaty and my dick was rock-hard. The last thing I needed was to be attracted to my wife's wet-nurse. That would just overly-complicate things.
I was so lost in my own perverse thoughts that when I turned around, I nearly bumped into her. "Oh, sorry..." I put my hands up to stop my forward momentum and they landed right directly on her breasts. Yeah, it was one of those days.
"Uh...sir?" she looked up at me with innocent blue eyes.
"Sorry," I said, removing my hands from her large, pillowy breasts, "I'm just being a klutz today." I took a deep breath and indicated toward the living room. "Why don't we have a seat and see about your qualifications, shall we?"
"I think you've already seen my qualifications," she smiled and walked to the living room.
"Ha, ha, very funny." Oh God, how am I going to look my wife in the eye now that I've just felt up her wet-nurse? Try as I might, I just couldn't get my mind off her breasts.
My dick throbbed urgently in my pants as I recalled how her jugs felt in my hands. I had never touched another woman besides my wife - and even that was only occasionally. I worked from home and I wasn't sure that I would be able to get anything done with this little tart running around with her milky, leaky breasts to distract me.
A moment later (after I had straightened my cock a bit), I joined her on the couch. I began interviewing her with simple questions such as her name and date of birth and all that. It wasn't the facts I was looking for, it was the way she answered them and how she spoke that mattered. Subconsciously, I began to daydream about her milky breasts.
"So," I said, skipping most of the questions, "how long have you been lactating?" It was hard to maintain a straight face talking about her breasts. This sounded a lot like what I imagined girl talk to be. Except less formal.
"A few months..." she suddenly looked down, a tear forming at the corner of her eyes.
"Wanna talk about it?" I asked, putting down the clipboard.
She wiped the tear away and looked up at me with swollen, red eyes, "it's just that
I lost my baby and I was so looking forward to nursing for the first time."
I moved by her side and put my arms around her, consoling her. The heat from her body nearly drove me insane. I could smell her womanly odors and my cock suddenly strained to be released from its confines.
"Well, I'm sure Jessica will just love your milk."
Her eyes widened as a smile crossed her face, "you mean I've got the job?"
I nodded. "Don't think of it as a job, think of it as a calling."
"Yay!" she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. For the second time that day I felt her heavy breasts as they brushed up against my chest.
That was when I noticed the wetness. "Uh, it looks like you've sprung a leak," I pointed to her rapidly staining shirt.
"Yeah, it must've been when you bumped into them. They tend to do that at the slightest provocation. Especially if I haven't expressed them in a while," she explained.
I jolted at that memory and tried to scrutinize her tone for any hint of displeasure, but couldn't detect any.
"Listen," she said, standing and looking around. "I need to express them. Where's your ladies room?"
The thought of her breasts hanging free over my sink was almost more than I could bear. God help me I actually began to shake.
"Are you all right?" she asked, a concerned look on her face.
"Yeah, I think I just need to lie down," I said. "The restroom is right before you get to the stairs."
"Thank you again, Mr. Bernard. I won't let you down."
I shook her small, tiny hand and stared lasciviously at the growing stain from her leaky breasts. I watched her breasts sway as she dashed to the restroom to take care of her needs. I was seriously contemplating taking care of my own as soon as she was out of sight.
I stilled my trembling hands with some whiskey and tried to tell myself that I was a married man who shouldn't be having these types of thoughts with my wife's new employee. After all, she was going to be nursing our child.
I let my cock out of my pants, watching it comically as it bobbed and swayed in the open air. This girl had me hornier than I had ever been - even when I was going out with my wife.
My big dick stiffened in my hand as I pictured her breasts falling free from their confines. Perhaps I'd walk in on her as she prepared to nurse and she would push out her engorged breasts for my viewing pleasure. What did her nipples look like?
"Mr. Bernard? Can you come help me for a moment?" she called out to me.
My body stiffened and my hand froze around my cock. Did she know what I was doing? Nah, she was in the restroom. Quickly I set my drink down and stuffed my aching member back into my pants and came over to see what she needed.
"Good, you're here," she said, sounding distressed.
"What do you need?" I asked as she opened the door. Blood rushed from my head as I realized that she had completely taken off her shirt and was standing before the sink with nothing but a flimsy, wet, see-through bra.
"Could you help me unhook this? I seem to be having trouble reaching around. Yesterday I hurt my arm." she turned her back to me and I was dumbfounded. My mind whirled - was I going to be able to see her breasts? Or would she be a prude like my wife and keep them hidden?
My hands began shaking again as I slowly reached out to her clasp, nearly ripping her bra off.
"You don't need to fear my breasts, Mr. Bernard," she said softly, smiling back at me in the mirror. "I'm sure you've seen plenty in your time."
"Perhaps, but none as lovely as yours," I responded without thinking. Did I just say that? Holy shit!
I could see her eyes widen in the mirror when I said those words. When I was finally able to release the catch, I turned around to hurry out of the room.
"Don't be so quick to take off," she turned around and slowly began to let the clingy bra fall from her large, milk-filled breasts.
"Huh?" I said stupidly, staring at them.
"I mean, consider this a demonstration of my...capabilities," she grinned as she started to let the bra fall to the floor. "Isn't that what you were looking for?"
I watched, dumbfounded as her silky boob covering slowly slid down her milk-heavy mammaries. They were taking too long and I must've looked like a fool staring at them like a teenager.
I stood there, transfixed by their beauty, as the wisp of clothing that had been covering them gently fell to the floor.
They were so perfectly round and I wanted nothing more than to to reach out and touch them. I couldn't believe I was doing this! In slow motion, a drop of milk formed at the tip of one of her large nipples, swelled with milky splendor and then dripped casually to the floor. A almost lost it then.
"You like?" she asked huskily and propped her heavy breasts up with her forearms. Her smile reminded me of a pixie. "Now that I work for you, you can have them any time you desire. Want to sample the wares?" She indicated to one of her breasts as she pressed the side of her palm softly against it.
Milk sprayed in all directions and continued squirting when she pulled her hand away. I looked in her eyes and she smiled and nodded. That was all the invitation I needed as I began tenderly kneading and squeezing her milky boobs. Her lactating breasts were so firm, yet pliable.
"It's been hours since I've expressed myself," she lamented as she leaned her head back and moaned. "I need a real man to help me."
I quickly stepped out of my pants and let my massive cock free from its confines as she pushed and squeezed the hot milk from her lactating orbs. She sprayed it on my face, chest, dick, anywhere she could. The mirror and sink were completely covered in a thin film of mother's milk.
I had never seen so much milk outside of a cow before and my cock soared to the stars. Knowing that this hot little number was going to be living with us nearly sent me over the edge.
"Suck them," she commanded. "Suck my milky funbags!"
I leaned over and wrapped one of her tits in my mouth, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
I had never before tasted mother's milk as my wife didn't want to have anything to do with nursing a child. I quickly found out that it was one of the best tasting substances on earth.
The sweet, warm liquid ran down my throat and I found myself desiring more of her milk. Until now, I had never been interested in having an affair outside my marriage. But there was just something about Suzie and her leaky breasts that really floated my boat.
While I suckled on one of her teats, she used her small hands to milk her other soft, pillowy breast, spraying hot milk all over the place. As I moved to her other side, she reached her small dainty hand down to my engorged cock, encircling it with her dainty fingers.
Slowly, and with a smile across her face, she began to stroke it; lightly at first, but then she – with great effort – wrapped her whole hand around it and began stroking it up and down, using her milk as lubrication.
My cock nearly jumped out of its skin as it felt her warm, inexperienced hands caress it. I was already starting to get close to orgasm, but I didn't want to lose it too soon.
"Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested reluctantly, lifting her hands off my cock.
Her eyes went wide and she placed her hands over her mouth, "you want us to do this in your marriage bed? That's naughty!"
I nodded, a devious smile spreading across my face. "Unless you have a problem with that," I said.
She shook her head, her braided hair flipping back and forth. She squealed like a schoolgirl as I led her up the stairs to the master bedroom. Just having another woman inside the room felt so wrong.
I pointed at the bed and closed the door. "We've got to be real careful or my wife might find us," I said, joining her as my cock brushed up against her thigh. "When she's around, were going to have to keep a professional distance."
She nodded as her hand found my cock again and her lips brushed against mine. "How long as she gone for?"
"She's usually gone for several days at a once, but this time she's only gone for the night." I
looked at my watch. "In fact, her plane should be landing at any moment."
"Oh God, this makes what were doing even hotter," she said as she peppered my face with kisses and breathed hotly in my mouth. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" She looked up at me and wrapped her dainty arms around me.
"No," I admitted as I pulled her body to mine, feeling her milky breasts press up against my chest. "I'll admit though, that makes what were doing even naughtier." I felt my pre-cum leak onto her hand, coating it with its slickness. "Tell me, little pixie, did you come here with the intention of seducing the man of the house?"
She giggled as she pushed away from me and move down to suck my cock. "No. That was the farthest thing from my mind." Her seductive lips slowly encased my steel hard shaft as a jolt of electricity went through my body. "But when I saw you staring at my breasts, I'll admit that it turned me on. I always thought that men disliked milk-engorged breasts."
"Some men might," I said between moans, "but ever since I was a boy, I had fantasized about what it would be like to suckle a woman."
With great fanfare, she took my hard phallus all the way down her throat. "Well," she smiled when she came up, "now you can relive your fantasies anytime you desire."
"Oh God!" I cried out as she sprayed milk all over my cock and balls and descended her fiery red lips down again. "As long as we don't get caught, I don't have a problem with it."
I knew she wasn't a virgin, but the way she sucked my cock told me that she was not very experienced. Of course, that did nothing but make my cock even harder. I began wondering what it would feel like inside of her tight pussy. Her exquisite lips and tongue were edging me to close to the edge and I slowly pushed her away.
"Aww," she pouted as a long string of my pre-cum clung sexily to her lips.
I lifted her up into my arms and kissed her on the mouth. "You don't want me to come in your mouth do you?"
She shook her head. She then sprayed me again with her milk and I rubbed it all over her body. For a small girl, she had a really nice, toned body and if I didn't get my cock inside of her soon, I was going to explode. She wrapped her arms and legs around me as I laid her back onto the bed.
