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Lauratwq said:
Some of the more unusual breast plays i enjoy are getting my boobs spanked, slapped and bitten. A few times an older guy has cum in my bra and then had me wear it for the day.
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That is my kink: Having a woman wear her bra after I have cum in each cup. Thank you for reviving the desire!
 
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I love the fantasy of sucking a women's breasts, or mine, massaging someone or rubbing someone down with soap in the shower or oil elsewhere, or getting that for myself. Ah! I am sure it is great and it sounds so hot. Eeeee.
 
moon_ch1ld said:
I love the fantasy of sucking a women's breasts, or mine, massaging someone or rubbing someone down with soap in the shower or oil elsewhere, or getting that for myself. Ah! I am sure it is great and it sounds so hot. Eeeee.
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Very hot! I would love to watch…
 
i love to crawl into a woman's lap, latch on to a nipple, and suckle for hours while she holds and strokes my head and face. So stimulating and simultaneously soothing. They typically enjoy it too...the intimate connection, quiet calming connectivity.
 
perejohn41 said:
Have you ever experienced rubbing your nipple on a cli…that is a fantasy that I have watching two women do it…perhaps helping
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I did it to my wife a while ago, even though I had to cup my breast because of its small size. The reason it was extremely arousing for both of us and that she reached a climax fast was, I guess, that both of us had the same secret fantasy, which is that it was a womans breast rubbing her clit.
 
perejohn41 said:
Have you ever experienced rubbing your nipple on a cli…that is a fantasy that I have watching two women do it…perhaps helping
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Because everything needs a name.

It's called "dovefucking." Not much of it out there in pornland (not Portland!), but what there is is delightful.

Now, go search! (•‿•)
 
I shouldn't do it, no. Not with me nursing my new baby and my breasts a bit fuller than normal. And with the son of a neighbor in the middle of adolescence drowning in hormones and apparently becoming aware of his neighbor just being 35 yo and still looking good.
No, I shouldn't wear these low-cut tops, let alone with a push-up below.
I know he's watching me secretely. Watching my cleavage, my boobies bulging out of my top or being visible in an arousing way, because my shirt has some buttons undone.
No, I shouldn't.
But...
I can't help myself but dressing seductively and ejoying his confusion, his clandestine glances, while I help him with his algebra.
***
I take off my top and unhook my bra. As soon as my little girl is latching on I stiffle a gasp. (I admit that from the very first day of nursing this soft and innocent suckling always is setting my nips on fire, the arousal is mild and then building, and I am kind of embarrassed by the fact. Meanwhile I have accepted it and perhaps it's even a trick of nature to make nursing attractive for women).
I close my eyes and let the feeling drift me away. Suddenly I realize that I don't hear a sound from the TV. What is my pupil doing? And what did he mean by mentioning my clothing?
Was it an innocent compliment? Or more?
What if right now he's close to the door, which is a bit ajar, and is secretely watching me, most likely noticing my flushed cheeks. The very idea is making me stiffling a moan. Or, OMG, what if he's touching himself watching me?
Meanwhile my baby has emptied me almost completely and has fallen asleep.
I put her gently to her cradle and button up, however not completely.
A brief shuffeling noice let's me again believing that he has been watching me.
When I enter the living room, he's sitting on the couch, looking innocent enough, but his face is red and betraying him. Gotcha.
I decide to be bold.
'Did you peek?' I ask.
His alarmed look is answer enough. 'Ah, so you did.' I continue.
He stammers 'Oh well, I just went to the bathroom and passed the door to your bedroom, and, well, oh please don't be mad with me.'
I smile 'No, I am not. But you need to be frank with me. Tell me, why you did it. And don't lie.'
He is even blushing more. 'Oh my, I can't say. I just had to have a look. I don't know why.'
'That's not good enough. Tell me the truth.'
He's clearly desperate now.
'Oh god, I just have this strange feelig, when I see your...well'
'My breasts, my cleavage...right?'
He whispers 'Yes...'
'But that's normal for a boy your age...is's just hormones...nothing to be ashamed of. And, well, I take it as a compliment even' Now I start blushing.
I add 'It would even be a bit weird, if you'd not look.'
He's confused 'But, I mean...'
'Just because I teach you algebra doesn't mean I can't enjoy being adored by a young man, does it?' I want him under my spell now.
'Look, you could even help me.'
He looks questioningly.
'My little sweet daughter can't cope with the milk I produce. And trying to save it for her is a bit difficult with me not having a breast pump.'
He's desparate now.
'I can't empty my breasts using both hands and hold the tray accordingly. It's just a mess.'
He seems to begin to understand and is blushing even more, if this would have been possible.
'Look, I'll sit in front of you, you reach under my armpits, cup my breast with one hand, squeeze it gently and give my nip a gentle pull with the other hand. I'll hold the tray meanwhile. It's not rocketscience.'
He's close to fainting.
'Come over...let's try...'
Obeyingly he's crawling behind me. My bra is gone meanwhile and my breasts are bare.
I guide his right trembling hand under my right breast and his left one toward my right nip.
His breathing is hard now on my neck.
I hold the tray under my breast. 'Just try it'
But instead of doing this, his shaking hand is slowly caressing my breast from below. Gently lifting it, weighting it. Oh my, so good.
'Please, just milk me...' I murmur.
And then he starts just as I told him to do. And it's completely different from what I expected. It drives me crazy within seconds.
His first gentle pull sends a stream of milk into the tray, and he's finding his rythm fast.
And I am sure to feel his young cock rising against my butt, which doesn't help subpressing my building arousal.
'Oh my, yes, you're doing fine...' I moan.
All of a sudden he withdraws his left hand from my nip, and, refining his technique, manages to milk both of my breasts simultaneously by squeezing and pulling both of my breasts in parallel.
Too much.
My breasts start twitching under his expert touch and I whimper 'Oh yes, milk me...milk me dry...'
His hot breath on my neck becomes frantic, his cock is urging against my but and he's moaning...'Oh, I am so sorry...' and explodes together with me.
 
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dystracted said:
I shouldn't do it, no. Not with me nursing my new baby and my breasts a bit fuller than normal. And with the son of a neighbor in the middle of adolescence drowning in hormones and apparently becoming aware of his neighbor just being 35 yo and still looking good.
No, I shouldn't wear these low-cut tops, let alone with a push-up below.
I know he's watching me secretely. Watching my cleavage, my boobies bulging out of my top or being visible in an arousing way, because my shirt has some buttons undone.
No, I shouldn't.
But...
I can't help myself but dressing seductively and ejoying his confusion, his clandestine glances, while I help him with his algebra.
***
I take off my top and unhook my bra. As soon as my little girl is latching on I stiffle a gasp. (I admit that from the very first day of nursing this soft and innocent suckling always is setting my nips on fire, the arousal is mild and then building, and I am kind of embarrassed by the fact. Meanwhile I have accepted it and perhaps it's even a trick of nature to make nursing attractive for women).
I close my eyes and let the feeling drift me away. Suddenly I realize that I don't hear a sound from the TV. What is my pupil doing? And what did he mean by mentioning my clothing?
Was it an innocent compliment? Or more?
What if right now he's close to the door, which is a bit ajar, and is secretely watching me, most likely noticing my flushed cheeks. The very idea is making me stiffling a moan. Or, OMG, what if he's touching himself watching me?
Meanwhile my baby has emptied me almost completely and has fallen asleep.
I put her gently to her cradle and button up, however not completely.
A brief shuffeling noice let's me again believing that he has been watching me.
When I enter the living room, he's sitting on the couch, looking innocent enough, but his face is red and betraying him. Gotcha.
I decide to be bold.
'Did you peek?' I ask.
His alarmed look is answer enough. 'Ah, so you did.' I continue.
He stammers 'Oh well, I just went to the bathroom and passed the door to your bedroom, and, well, oh please don't be mad with me.'
I smile 'No, I am not. But you need to be frank with me. Tell me, why you did it. And don't lie.'
He is even blushing more. 'Oh my, I can't say. I just had to have a look. I don't know why.'
'That's not good enough. Tell me the truth.'
He's clearly desperate now.
'Oh god, I just have this strange feelig, when I see your...well'
'My breasts, my cleavage...right?'
He whispers 'Yes...'
'But that's normal for a boy your age...is's just hormones...nothing to be ashamed of. And, well, I take it as a compliment even' Now I start blushing.
I add 'It would even be a bit weird, if you'd not look.'
He's confused 'But, I mean...'
'Just because I teach you algebra doesn't mean I can't enjoy being adored by a young man, does it?' I want him under my spell now.
'Look, you could even help me.'
He looks questioningly.
'My little sweet daughter can't cope with the milk I produce. And trying to save it for her is a bit difficult with me not having a breast pump.'
He's desparate now.
'I can't empty my breasts using both hands and hold the tray accordingly. It's just a mess.'
He seems to begin to understand and is blushing even more, if this would have been possible.
'Look, I'll sit in front of you, you reach under my armpits, cup my breast with one hand, squeeze it gently and give my nip a gentle pull with the other hand. I'll hold the tray meanwhile. It's not rocketscience.'
He's close to fainting.
'Come over...let's try...'
Obeyingly he's crawling behind me. My bra is gone meanwhile and my breasts are bare.
I guide his right trembling hand under my right breast and his left one toward my right nip.
His breathing is hard now on my neck.
I hold the tray under my breast. 'Just try it'
But instead of doing this, his shaking hand is slowly caressing my breast from below. Gently lifting it, weighting it. Oh my, so good.
'Please, just milk me...' I murmur.
And then he starts just as I told him to do. And it's completely different from what I expected. It drives me crazy within seconds.
His first gentle pull sends a stream of milk into the tray, and he's finding his rythm fast.
And I am sure to feel his young cock rising against my butt, which doesn't help subpressing my building arousal.
'Oh my, yes, you're doing fine...' I moan.
All of a sudden he withdraws his left hand from my nip, and, refining his technique, manages to milk both of my breasts simultaneously by squeezing and pulling both of my breasts in parallel.
Too much.
My breasts start twitching under his expert touch and I whimper 'Oh yes, milk me...milk me dry...'
His hot breath on my neck becomes frantic, his cock is urging against my but and he's moaning...'Oh, I am so sorry...' and explodes together with me.
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I button up and see that he's desparate.
'Hey, don't feel sorry or guilty, please. I am guilty to have imposed a situation upon you, which of course made you helpless, because for a young man like you it was bound to be, well, too exciting.'
He nods, but still seems to be extremely embarrassed.
'Hey, it's ok. You did me a huge favor. Look, my little Gloria will have a good-night snack now.'
He smiles weakly.
'So solve all your equations for tomorrow, and then, if you want, we'll repeat this exercise, ok?'
His cheeks are flushing again, and I am sure to know about his dreams tonight.
'And tomorrow I'll show you something to make things even more effective.'
He looks questioningly, but I leave it at that.
On the next evening he comes over again and shows me his math. It's flawless.
'Bravo' I smile.
In eager anticipation I am without bra today, just wearing a loose shirt with a deep v-shaped neckline, showing my full breasts being close together with a seductive cleavage. His eyes are hungry.
'Gloria had her dinner already, but as always...' I let the sentence linger in midair.
'Come' I lead us to my bedroom, the milk-tray already waiting.
'Do you know, what this is?' I indicate to a bee-wax candle.
'A candle?'
'Yes, but to be used in a special way. Warm bee-wax on the skin is increasing the resistance to the touch and makes, well, things more effective.'
I lit the candle, and after some minutes the wax starts to melt in the reservoir of the candle.
'It needs to be distributed to my breasts, as long as it's liquid. It's warm, not hot. I'll show you.'
Having said that I wiggle out of my shirt. His eyes are bulging.
'Just sit behind me like yesterday.'
He obeys willingly.
I giggle. 'For a better view for you I have put the huge mirror there.'
Over my shoulder he has a nice view upon my upper body.
'Look' I dip my right index finger into the liquid wax and start distributing it upon my left breast, which becomes gleaming and shining.
I take more and start to gently massaging it all over my breast.
Already now I feel the arousal building, because being watched makes it even better.
'Now it's your turn.'
I offer the candle to his right hand.
Reluctantly he dips some of his fingertips into the wax and approaches my right breast. He's cupping it ever so gently and moves his fingers up. I stiffle a moan.
Becoming more bold he takes more wax and starts to massage it in. All over my breast.
Gradually the wax is becoming less liquid and increases the resistance to stroking movements.
I murmur 'Now you can begin to relieve me from my milk...and you'll notice the difference.
His breathing is hot in my neck. Both of his hands are now cupping my breasts and begin to slowly and gently caressing from below. I smile, because I can understand him so well, but then I am concerned that his fondling might arouse me too fast and too intensely.
'It feel different...' he murmures. 'Yes, but please start now.' I hold the tray as before.
And when he starts, I notice the difference too, OMG, yes. His strokes are expertly now, and my milk begins to flow instantaneously. It just takes a couple of milkings and I am on edge already.
'Wait...' I moan.
'Oh, am I doing it wrong?'
'Oh no, it's just...well, they are too sensitive...'
He slows down, but doesn't stop. 'Does it hurt?'
'OMG no...no...'
This makes him fall back into his rythm. I feel like a cow now...like an aroused cow. 'Oh yes...you're doing fine...'I moan.
And then I can't hold back any longer. 'Oh yes, milk me...milk my udders.'
And this is too much again for both of us. He pushes against my back again and comes in spasms.
****
 
dystracted said:
I button up and see that he's desparate.
'Hey, don't feel sorry or guilty, please. I am guilty to have imposed a situation upon you, which of course made you helpless, because for a young man like you it was bound to be, well, too exciting.'
He nods, but still seems to be extremely embarrassed.
'Hey, it's ok. You did me a huge favor. Look, my little Gloria will have a good-night snack now.'
He smiles weakly.
'So solve all your equations for tomorrow, and then, if you want, we'll repeat this exercise, ok?'
His cheeks are flushing again, and I am sure to know about his dreams tonight.
'And tomorrow I'll show you something to make things even more effective.'
He looks questioningly, but I leave it at that.
On the next evening he comes over again and shows me his math. It's flawless.
'Bravo' I smile.
In eager anticipation I am without bra today, just wearing a loose shirt with a deep v-shaped neckline, showing my full breasts being close together with a seductive cleavage. His eyes are hungry.
'Gloria had her dinner already, but as always...' I let the sentence linger in midair.
'Come' I lead us to my bedroom, the milk-tray already waiting.
'Do you know, what this is?' I indicate to a bee-wax candle.
'A candle?'
'Yes, but to be used in a special way. Warm bee-wax on the skin is increasing the resistance to the touch and makes, well, things more effective.'
I lit the candle, and after some minutes the wax starts to melt in the reservoir of the candle.
'It needs to be distributed to my breasts, as long as it's liquid. It's warm, not hot. I'll show you.'
Having said that I wiggle out of my shirt. His eyes are bulging.
'Just sit behind me like yesterday.'
He obeys willingly.
I giggle. 'For a better view for you I have put the huge mirror there.'
Over my shoulder he has a nice view upon my upper body.
'Look' I dip my right index finger into the liquid wax and start distributing it upon my left breast, which becomes gleaming and shining.
I take more and start to gently massaging it all over my breast.
Already now I feel the arousal building, because being watched makes it even better.
'Now it's your turn.'
I offer the candle to his right hand.
Reluctantly he dips some of his fingertips into the wax and approaches my right breast. He's cupping it ever so gently and moves his fingers up. I stiffle a moan.
Becoming more bold he takes more wax and starts to massage it in. All over my breast.
Gradually the wax is becoming less liquid and increases the resistance to stroking movements.
I murmur 'Now you can begin to relieve me from my milk...and you'll notice the difference.
His breathing is hot in my neck. Both of his hands are now cupping my breasts and begin to slowly and gently caressing from below. I smile, because I can understand him so well, but then I am concerned that his fondling might arouse me too fast and too intensely.
'It feel different...' he murmures. 'Yes, but please start now.' I hold the tray as before.
And when he starts, I notice the difference too, OMG, yes. His strokes are expertly now, and my milk begins to flow instantaneously. It just takes a couple of milkings and I am on edge already.
'Wait...' I moan.
'Oh, am I doing it wrong?'
'Oh no, it's just...well, they are too sensitive...'
He slows down, but doesn't stop. 'Does it hurt?'
'OMG no...no...'
This makes him fall back into his rythm. I feel like a cow now...like an aroused cow. 'Oh yes...you're doing fine...'I moan.
And then I can't hold back any longer. 'Oh yes, milk me...milk my udders.'
And this is too much again for both of us. He pushes against my back again and comes in spasms.
****
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This time he isn't as embarrassed as the day before, but he is catching his breath.
I murmur 'You're quite an expert meanwhile, when it comes to treat a womans breasts.'
He blushes 'Oh my, that's because...they're so beautiful. I can't wait for tomorrow.'
I briefly considered this. 'Perhaps tomorrow we'll do things a bit differently, because I have quite some milk now on stock for my little Gloria.'
He looks questioningly.
'Just wait for tomorrow. Now go and, well, take a shower perhaps.'
He is leaving, obviously still thinking about my remark.
The next day, again his algebra is flawless.
'Not sure you need my help anymore. But for sure I need yours.'
He smiles in anticipation.
'As always, Gloria didn't empty me.' I say setting the scene.
Immediately he's taking his usual position on the bed, waiting for me to sit in front of him.
'As I said, I need relief as always, but I don't need to capture the milk.'
He doesn't get it.
'What if, well, you'd step in to finish what Gloria couldn't?'
The way he's gasping at the thought tell me he knows, where I'm heading.
'You mean I...well...should...'
'If you want...why not...but you need to control yourself a bit better than the days before, if you know, what I mean...'
I am sure he knows, but I am not so sure he could do it, and I am not sure I could either.
So I sit back on the bed with my back supported, put a pillow on my lap and pad on it invitingly. My blouse is open already, no bra.
He comes eagerly on all fours, putting his head on the pillow.
I wiggle out of my blouse and support his head with my arm, drawing him closer. He watches my right breast so close to his face spellbound.
Instead of latching on immediately, he is using his right hand to draw tiny circles around my nip, which springs to attention at once.
And already now I notice his cock is doing the same, clearly to be seen through his short trainers.
'Hey' I giggle. 'That was not the deal...'
He removes his hand and is cupping my left breast instead. I am simply defenseless now.
He is making gentle kneading movements and starts slowly licking my right nip.
This is already running out of control.
Now his lips are closing around my nip and he begins to tentatively sucking it, slowly and gently.
OMG this is better, much better than I anticipated.
His kneading continues, and his suckling becomes more rythmical. When my milk starts to flow, he's struggling for a moment, but then knows how to suckle and swallow.
I am in heaven already, but I need to make sure he lasts for a while without coming. I am sure his trainers are in the way and his cock working against the fabric will most likely speed things up too much.
'Wait'
He stops, but his lips stay firmly put, and his tongue starts swirling over my nip. Not good, no, too good.
My left hand reaches into his trainers (Oh my, no underwear), grab his cock and free it from his shorts, holding it, no movement at all.
It is strong, hard and soft also. 'I'll make sure he behaves...'
He moans and then resumes his suckling and kneading the other breast.
Now it's my turn to fight my growing arousal.
After some minutes I whisper 'the other one too...'
He is struggling to change his position and manages to free his other arm, which now takes over the kneading and fondling of my right breast, while he's suckling my left one.
I feel his cock is throbbing forcefully in my hand, but as long as I just hold it firmly, he might last.
I am on edge now. Moving away under him I take a position over his head, being on my knees now.
'Take both...'
He is squeezing my breasts gently together, until my nips almost meet, the takes them both and starts suckling them.
It's too much.
'Oh god, mommy is comming now...' and I almost collapse on him, while the climax is washing over me. However my hand is still strong on his cock, not allowing him to spurt.
I withdraw my breasts quickly, move down, my knees on his legs and embrace his cock with my swaying breasts. My hand is moving his cockhead over my slippery nips, then bury it under my breasts, moving up and down.
He is letting out a loud cry and ejaculates all over them, it takes a long time.
***
 
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