Lingerie_Dreams
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That’s a wonderful scenarioI have a fantasy about being with another woman and breastfeeding…
She would tell me to strip and watch as I eagerly peeled my clothes off. Standing still in nervous anticipation as she walks in a circle around me trailing her fingertips across my bare skin. Shuddering as she comes to a stop behind me and rests both hands lightly on my shoulders before running them down my arms. I feel something soft and silky tighten around my wrists before she steps back leaving my hands bound behind my back. With firm hands she would push me to my knees. When she comes back around in front of me, I see that she has removed her clothes as well. Her breasts are large and creamy, and I can just see a tiny bead of milk beginning to form on each nipple causing me to bit my lip as a soft ache begins to build in between my legs.
“Are you hungry, baby girl?” The question a shot that lands like a thousand butterflies in my stomach. “Yes ma’am”, I manage to keep my voice steady, “please may I suckle you?” I can’t tear my eyes from her perfect breasts swaying as she seats herself on the couch in front of where I kneel for her.
“Come here.” She uses a hand to guide me forward until I am nestled between her thighs, my own full breasts resting gently against her. Pulling me closer, she brushes first one, then the other nipple across my lips leaving a trail of milk behind. I shudder with need and she chuckles. “We’re almost ready, but you need to be patient a moment longer while I finish prepping you.”
I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips as I feel her soft hands caressing me, gently lifting and kneading my breasts. It’s a sweet sensation, but I know what’s coming and it’s that thought that has me clenching my thighs in anticipation. A small yelp escapes as I feel the clamp latch on to my left nipple, a deeper need instantly awakening in me. My right nipple is clamped too and suddenly I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure/pain shooting through my body.
“There now. That’s better isn’t it baby girl?” I manage a weak response because I know better than to not answer a direct question. “Yes ma’am, thank you.” My voice is strained and needy and again she chuckles. “Such a good girl. Now,” she grabs my hair suddenly and forces my head to her breast, “suck like the little milk whore you are”.
And I do. I latch my lips around her engorged nipple and press my tongue against her from below and suck, until I feel her milk filling my mouth and running down my throat. I suck until I feel her start to shudder and she arches her back to thrust more of her breast forward into my mouth. I suck until I can’t breathe and the moisture between my legs begins to run down my thighs. I don’t know when she started fingering her swollen pussy, but as soon as I noticed I couldn’t look away and my hips began to move without any conscious thought.
She roughly uses her grip on my hair to drag my mouth to her neglected globe and then moans loudly as I latch on and begin sucking anew. My focus narrows… I want to see and feel her cum with her milk flowing down my throat. I suck harder, and I see her begin to furiously rub at her clit. I feel my own pussy clench in response, knowing that she’s close. And then suddenly she’s cumming, her whole body shaking from the force of her climax. I keep sucking her milky nipple to prolong her pleasure, not stopping until she forces my head away from her breast.
I continue to kneel before her for a few moments while she catches her breath before she seems to remember that I’m there. “You did very well today.” Her praise combines with the pleasure/pain still being inflicted by the nipple clamps she used on me and I mewl helplessly as I feel my need spike. “Thank you ma’am”. My voice is breathy and desperate. She leans down and reaches between my legs, teasing me. It doesn’t take long before I am writhing on her fingers as my orgasm hits and I sag against her for support. My whole body trembles and sweet euphoria blankets me. I rest my head on her thigh as she gently releases my nipple clamps and then runs her fingers through my hair gently. I am full on her milk and the pleasure we exchanged and as I begin to drift away I smile as I hear her murmur “You’re my good girl”.