by Ana Thalia
"Oooooh," Sarah sighed, a thrill rippling up her back, goose-flesh spreading across her shoulders. Amanda caught her eyes and held them a long moment, their gaze so intense. It made Sarah feel so weak and vulnerable, and yet it energized her as well. "It's simple. I'll show you."
Sarah didn't break eye contact, but lowered her full lips to Amanda's right nipple. She gave it a lick, not sure why, before she sucked that hard, erect nipple into her hot, wet mouth. The beautiful nanny mimicked the suckling action of the baby when he fed, and Matt had managed to replicate it without any help.
"Show me," Dave said, moving up close.
Sarah gave Amanda's nipple another kiss, finally broke eye contact, and looked up into Dave's eager eyes. Holding his eyes, she slowly lowered her lips to his right nipple and sucked it in. He gasped when she started suckling. One hand came up and combed through her long, soft hair. Without conscious thought, Sarah's right hand wrapped around Dave's erection and started stroking him.
"She's good," Dave said.
"Our turn," Amanda said.
Sarah pulled her lips from Dave's nipple, and then he lifted her face and kissed her. Kissed her long, hard, and deep. Took Sarah's breath away, leaving her head spinning and body quivering. Amanda took advantage of her discombobulation and forced the young beauty to lean way back, while she kept her from falling backwards with a hand at the small of the back.
Dave sucked in her left nipple first, and a second later Amanda claimed the right. Erotic jolts ripped through the nanny's overheated body, speeding straight into her hot, wet, and very achy pussy. She gasped and writhed, one hand still stroking Dave's cock and the other stroking Amanda's hair.
"That's it," she said, feeling the let-down. "Suck a little harder. Ooooh, there it goes."
She felt milk flow first in Amanda's, and then Dave's, mouth. As they suckled hungrily, she felt the milk flow increase.
"Mmmmm," Dave groaned. One of his hands was holding her tit, but the other found her pussy. Sarah sucked in a breath, biting her lip, as he stroked her sensitive folds. "Oh wow, I think you're turned on more than we are."
Sarah's face heated up. She knew she was hot and wet down there, but his fingers proved just how wet she had become. The hand stroking Amanda's hair dropped down between the blonde's legs, and found her employer just as wet and aroused as herself. She started rubbing vigorously.
"Ooooh," Amanda sighed.
"I can't take it anymore," Dave said. He pushed down on Sarah's shoulders. "Kneel. Suck me off."
Sarah obeyed, mouth watering as she stared at the long, hard cock bobbing in from of her. Just inches from her lips. Amanda knelt behind her, pressed up close and both hands roaming her body. Dave tangled both hands in her hair, pulling the nanny closer. She opened wide and guided him into her mouth.
"Mmm," Sarah moaned, savoring the taste and smell of him.
"Good," Amanda whispered in her ear. She kissed and nibbled that ear, while her hands fondled the nanny's milk-taut tits. Then one hand slid down Sarah's milk-wet belly and plowed into her hot, achy pussy. "Milk him dry, Sarah. Suck it."
"Mmmm," she said. Slurp. Slurp. Gulp. Ssslurp. "Mmmmm."
The nanny worked her tongue, sucking enthusiastically, while Dave held her head still and thrust into her mouth. What a former boyfriend so crudely referred to as "skull-fucking" her. As distasteful as she found the term, the act itself never failed to rock her boat. She loved it when a lover took charge, and just took anything and everything he wanted. Amanda made it even better by kissing, fondling, and masturbating her to perfection.
As much as she loved giving oral, it was Amanda's hand between her legs that was driving Sarah wild. That woman knew how to masturbate! She alternated between rubbing Sarah's pussy really hard and fast, rubbing and pinching her clit, and plunging three fingers deep inside her. Her actions were sending waves of pleasure through the nanny. It wasn't long before Sarah was panting furiously through her nose, eyes unfocused, body raging at the very brink.
Amanda pulled Sarah back, off Dave's cock. He cried out his displeasure.
"Watch this," Amanda said. Both of her hands came up and grabbed the nanny's tits, and squeezed hard. Twin streams of hot mother's milk shot out, slashing across Dave's erection. "Yes!"
"Haha! Do it again," Dave cried. She did, and he got the most beatific look on his face, before it turned frantic. "Suck me! Quick!"
He pulled Sarah back in. She swallowed him to the back of her throat, before he started pumping like a wild man. And seconds later he bathed her tongue with hot, viscous cum.
"Mmm," she moaned, swallowing and swallowing. Her insides changed, and that wonderful rush began. His second spurt filled her mouth, and Sarah's body erupted from the vagina out. "Aaaggghhh! Ooooooh. Aaagggh!"
"We made her come," Amanda cried. "My turn."
Amanda rolled back onto her back, arms and legs spread wide. Dave turned the nanny around, and forced her to crawl over his wife. The beautiful blonde billionaire looked eager.
"Shower me," she said.
Sarah's first thought was Amanda wanted her to piss on her. She'd never done that, but had two former lovers request it. Then the blonde caressed her dangling, milk-heavy tits with a look of awe, and Sarah understood.
Rising up off all fours, she straddled Amanda's waist and squeezed her tits. Milk shot out in two hot, steamy streams. First squirt hit Amanda in the face, and the second was across the blonde's rather nice set of tits. Sarah "showered" her five times before her boss pulled her down into a long, deep kiss.
Dave moved up close, and thrust deep into Sarah's pussy.
"Uugh! Oooh," she groaned, her sex stretched out to the max. Feeling so damned good. Her hot, mushy insides quivered and quaked. Every thrust went deeper, sending more and more ripples of erotic delight through her. While Amanda's lips slipped and slid across hers, their tongues wrestling deep in Sarah's mouth. "Mmmm. Oooooh."
Sarah discovered her hands were all over Amanda's tits. Fondling her. Pinching, pulling, rolling her hard pink nipples. Amanda seemed to get the hint, and returned the favor. The nanny trembled violently for a second after the blonde started pinching and twisting her nipples. Hurt so damn good! Ever since she started lactating her nipples needed more and rougher play. Milk flowed as her boss tormented her tits so well.
"You like that?" Dave said, and swatted her butt. Thwack. "You like it rough, baby?"
Thwack. Thwack.
"Mmm, yes," Sarah said. "Fuck me. Feels so good."
Thwack.
"I thought so," he said. Thwack. "Say moo, you sexy little cow."
"Mmm. Mooo," she said, and kissed Amanda again. "Mmmoooo."
"You like kissing my wife?" he said.
Thwack.
"Harder," Sarah said, kissing her way down Amanda's neck to her tits. "Please, harder."
"I'm not fucking you hard enough?"
"Spank," she said, and sucked hard on an erect nipple.
"Ha!" he cried.
Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!
"Aaiiee! Yes," she cried. Amanda scooted up until her pussy was just inches from Sarah's hungry lips. "Oooh, my. I've never…"
During her one previous ménage à trois, Sarah had kissed, fondled, and masturbated the other woman. And received the same in return. The man in their threesome fucked them each twice, usually while they were making out.
"Just do what you like done to you," Dave said. He reached around, grabbed Sarah's tits, and gave them a big squeezing stroke toward the nipple. Hot mother's milk flooded Amanda's bikini waxed crotch. "Now eat her out."
Thwack! Thwack!
"Uuuggghh," Sarah groaned, and pressed her lips to Amanda's milk-soaked folds. She licked them clean, sucking on her hot, fleshy lips. Nibbling. Nuzzling. And then she forced her tongue through, penetrating to her even hotter, wetter slit. "Mmmmmm."
"How do I taste?" Amanda said. "As good as Dave?"
Sarah was feeling good. Dave was pushing her buttons, feeling so awesome sliding in and
out of her like that. He had the length and girth to please, and she was very pleased. Every thrust sent ripples through her. Sensations so wonderful she was starting to build again. Rising toward that ultimate release. On top of that, eating out another woman was oddly arousing, as well. She never thought she'd enjoy it.
"You taste the same," she said. "Pussy and cock taste the same."
"Really?" Dave said.
Thwack! Thwack!
"Aaahhhh, harder. Please, spank me harder," she begged, before returning to Amanda's pussy. Both butt cheeks were stinging like mad. She wanted them on fire! "Please. Harder."
"Say moo again," he said.
Thwack!
"Moo," she groaned out. Thwack! "Moo." Thwack! "Mooo." THWACK! "Moooooo!"
Sarah moved to Amanda's clit, sucking it in and out hard and fast. The blonde cried out, thrusting her hips up. Grinding into Sarah's mouth. The nanny knew she had her, so sucked harder on that clit.
"Make her come!" Dave cried.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Sarah was at the brink. Her head was spinning, ass felt like fire, and insides were a hot mess. Her belly quivered and quaked. Ripples of pleasure filled her head to toe. She just needed a tiny nudge to push her over the top.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"Aagghhh!" Amanda cried, bucking wildly.
Sarah squeezed her vagina muscles as hard as she could. Dave gasped, his hands grabbed her hips so hard it hurt. The billionaire started thrusting into her like a madman.
"Aaghh!" Dave cried, thrusting in deep and holding it there.
Feeling him coming inside her, filling her with his seed, sent goose-flesh across her back, and her belly exploded. Pure hot, fiery pleasure consumed her. Her mind went blank, and Sarah felt her body bucking as wildly as Amanda's. Dave laughed, and started thrusting into her again. His deep strokes stimulated her orgasm, making it last even longer.
"Say moo again," Dave said, giving her tits another hard squeeze to make her squirt all over his wife's pussy again.
"Moo," Sarah whispered, huffing and puffing. Head spinning. "Moooo."
"Do you still want to stay in our employ?" Amanda said, also still huffing.
"Yes," she said.
"Even if you have to be our pet," Dave said.
"Yes."
"Pet cow," Amanda said. "A human dairy cow."
Sarah hesitated, thinking about what they'd just done. As far as she was concerned, it was the best sex of her life. She couldn't imagine it getting better.
"Moo," she said, nodding. "Mooooo."
THE END
* * * * *
MILF Express
Mila sucked in a deep breath, rubbed her lips together, and released. The house was clean. She spent the last ten minutes wiping down already clean counters.
"This is going to be a very long summer," she said. She grimaced, and glance to the short hallway to her daughter's bedroom. Sarah was gone, spending the summer with her father halfway across the country. "I don't know what I'm going to do with myself."
Her ex-husband was pretty wealthy, and her half of their divorce settlement ensured she never had to work for a living. So her life revolved around her daughter. Taking here and there. Taking her shopping. Cooking her meals. Washing her clothes. Just doing everything for her to make Sarah's life perfect.
Without Sarah she had nothing, no purpose in her life.
I'm going to be in so much trouble when she graduates and goes away, Mila thought. Maybe this is my wake up call.
Since she'd already completed her daily chores, twice, and it was only early afternoon, Mila mentally went through her weekly, and then monthly chores. Nothing needed to be done. The grocery list was blank.
"Well," she said, wagging her brows with a tiny smile. "I could go shoe shopping."
She remembered that sweet little summer dress she bought a couple weeks back. It was white, with a pink flower design. Pair it with the white pumps, and matching handbag, and she'd have the perfect shopping outfit. And then she remembered two of her favorite boutiques were having sales.
"Looks like I'm going shopping," she said, standing straight and stretching. She felt her heavy boobs stretching her tank top. Her hands came up to cup them, heft their weight. They were too full. Her condition meant she'd have to use express them before going shopping. They weren't full enough to ache yet, but it wouldn't be long. "I'll call Cindy and see if she wants to go with me."
Mila headed to the cabinet she kept her breast pump. She barely even thought about it anymore. Her routine was well established. She never stopped lactating, and had long ago stopped going to the doctor to try and stop it. The fact her ex-husband loved to suckle made it a good thing for many years, until he got that new personal assistant and got way too personal with her. Like run off to California with her too personal.
Someone knocked on the door. Mila frowned. Her friends didn't come over without calling first. Probably a solicitor. A knock at the door was usually one of two groups: power companies trying to get her business or some church trying to recruit her.
The kitchen was in the back of the house, overlooking the pool. The floor plan was open, so she crossed the family room to the front door. Mila found the neighbor's son at the door. Tommy was nineteen and home from college for the summer.
"Hi, Mrs. Walters, is it okay if I hang at your pool this afternoon?" he said, looking hopeful.
She hesitated since she was planning to go shopping. Normally, it would be fine when she'd be home to ensure nothing happened. Yet, he was an adult, and supposedly able to make good decisions. Then she noticed his eyes roaming her body.
Mila sighed. She got that a lot. Most of the men of the neighborhood never bothered to look above her chest. At thirty-three, she was happy to know she still caught the eyes of young men. Now they called her a MILF behind her back.
Tommy was an attractive young man. At six foot four, he towered above her in her bare feet. His shoulders were broad and muscular, and his chest thick with muscle. His dark hair was a little longer than she liked. He was wearing blue swim trunks, barely hanging onto his hips.
She was about tell him no, not today, when he licked his lips while staring at her boobs. Her breath caught, and she felt a powerful ache to be kissed. It'd been so long since she'd even enjoyed such a simple thing.
"Sure," she said, stepping back and letting him inside. "I might be leaving to go shopping. Are you sure you'll be all right alone?"
She headed towards the back of the house. He followed closely.
"I'll be fine, Mrs. Walters," he said.
Mila led Tommy to the French doors overlooking the pool. She opened the door, and stood to the side. He paused when she caught his eyes.
"You're a grown man. You're in college," she said. "So I think it's time you started calling me Mila."
His eyes widened.
"Cool. Mila," he said, grinning. He actually held her eyes for a long moment, neither of them speaking, but his gaze dropped back to her boobs. "I appreciate that."
His gaze was pretty intense. Mila felt a thrill, and an urge to cross her arms over her chest. She felt her nipples tingling, growing taut. Worse, there was a hot tingle between her legs. When he licked his lips again, that urge hit her a little harder.
Lord, I'm so pathetic, she thought. And then, I really need to get laid.
When Tommy stepped past her, his arm brushed across her breasts. Mila's breath caught, but she wasn't sure if she caused it or if Tommy did it on purpose. She really should've moved back another step.
She locked the door, and started for the cabinet with her breast pump. After expressing some breast milk, she could get dressed and go shopping. Tommy would be fine by himself. As she entered the kitchen, Mila reached under her tank and removed her bra. She did it so often the single mother rarely had to think about it. After milking herself, she would change for shopping and put the bra back on.
"Oh, I can't do this with him out there," she said, glancing out the
kitchen window. He was stretching, and it was mesmerizing. Mila shook herself out of it, but closed the cabinet door with the pump still in it. "He might need something while I'm in the middle of it."
Mila got busy at the sink, with the window overlooking the backyard and pool. If she couldn't express, then she wouldn't go shopping. Besides, she had company. Kind of, anyway.
She watched Tommy dive into the water, swim a few laps, and get out. Her jaw dropped when he climbed out, water cascading down across his muscles, those well-defined abs. His swim trunks stuck to his hips and legs, and her eyes locked on them.
"Oh my god," she whispered, heart hammering. Tommy was hung like a horse. The wet trunks left nothing to the imagination. "He's…He's probably thirsty."
Mila went out to the pool. Tommy glanced at her, and did a double take.
"Would you like something to drink?" she said, stopping halfway between him and the house. He swallowed, eyes big and locked on her boobs. Mila realized she forgot to put her bra back on, and she had an idea what kind of drink he wanted. "I have sodas and tea."
Tommy looked away. She glanced down, and noticed he'd gotten hard. And much bigger. She had to avert her eyes, heart really racing.
"Beer?"
"Ha-ha," she said. That broke the tension. "No beer. Water, tea, or soda."
"Cola would be nice," he said.
Mila smiled brightly and returned to the house. Her face immediate heated up. She felt so foolish. Still, she grabbed a cola from the fridge and headed back to the pool. Her bra was on the counter. Too late now. Besides, for some reason she really didn't want to wear it.
Tommy was sitting on a lounger, rubbing his face. He looked just a little nervous. As she walked up to him, and his eyes locked on her chest, Mila felt her heavy boobs jostling. He had the hungriest look she'd ever seen, unable to tear his eyes from her bouncing boobs.
"Anything else I can give you," she said. "I mean, get for you?"
"Talk?" he said, almost choking on the words.
"Okay," she said, and sat next to him on the lounger. She sat close, her leg pressed to his. Mila stroked his inner thigh. Her hand came so close to his erection. His hand came up, and for a second she thought he would grab a boob, but he slowly lowered his hand. "So, what do you want to talk about?"